RIP Ginger Baker. Here is Baker's great, great TOAD. Which will live forever.

[Jochen Stremmel]

Yes, Mark, he was a great and crazy man, and I hope to never forget the
astonishment spreading over Art Blakey's face when Baker answered his first
solo. 6 years ago I saw the movie Beware of Mr. Baker that I'd like to
recommend here.

Am So., 6. Okt. 2019 um 15:19 Uhr schrieb Mark Kohut <mark.kohut at gmail.com>:

> Correction: ....No question of NOT "'forsaking all others'
>
> On Sun, Oct 6, 2019 at 9:02 AM Mark Kohut <mark.kohut at gmail.com> wrote:
>
> > from Marianne Moore's great poem on poetry:
> >
> > "nor till the autocrats among us can be
> >      “literalists of
> >       the imagination”—above
> >          insolence and triviality and can present
> >
> > for inspection, imaginary gardens with real toads in them,
> >       shall we have
> >    it. "
> >
> > https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pi5g-hxdcEQ....
> >
> > There was a time I used to listen to this almost every day, seldom just
> > once. Like a narrative poem but wordless, of course, where we can insert
> > our own toads....we're walking, then running and skipping and it's
> > building and rising and rising some more then falling; crescendoing
> (sic),
> > then diminuendoing (sic); we're always having to listen... slowly....and,
> > with the two lines of music (at least) going like an ideal dialogue, two
> > pushing each other, meeting the other, rising to their words, slowing to
> > catch one's breath...almost stopping but those hands of Ginger's always
> > carrying the life force forward....first time I heard it I could not
> > believe it never ended when it seemed to, thereby forcing our
> > attention...attention, that human need and gift to others...at minute
> seven
> > when he comes in again with what I hear as a contra voice leaning against
> > the other voice....sublime. Perfect....and finally when the rest of Cream
> > all enter,  surprisingly, I still get chills, he's home, the solo is not
> > alone, never was.
> >
> > I mean this is Shakespearean or Pynchonian drumming, yes?....the whole
> > ages of man speech in one solo, so to speak and more; a long Gravity's
> > Rainbow scene, so to analogize.....I am so glad Ginger lived as long as
> > this great solo says he would. 80 communicative  years...
> >
> > Ginger, I will ask for this to be played at my funeral.....
> >
> > A final Ginger note: here he is carrying the beat, again, as subtly as
> > love itself on one of the greatest love songs ever recorded. *Sunshine of
> > Your Love*...a defiant declaration...when Jack almost shouts his
> > besottedness/commitment you know there is NO QUESTION of "forsaking all
> > others". He's so hers he wants to merge with her, ---"where I'm
> going"--the
> > certain slant of light, the whole new morning forever in her sunshine.
> > "Until his seas are dried up", that tale of brave Ulysses. Now home for
> > good.
> >
> > The most defiant version, from the album:
> > https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zt51rITH3EA
> >
> > A great live version with an extra minute of jamming and Ginger's face
> and
> > Ginger rocking it home:
> >
> > https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f3y8jf01UY8
> >
> >
> >
> >
> >
> >
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