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

[Gary Webb]

RIP to one of the best:

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=qghrsBfSbgk&feature=youtu.be

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> On Oct 6, 2019, at 12:43 PM, Jochen Stremmel <jstremmel at gmail.com> wrote:
> 
> 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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