#Mack Avenue

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Kenny Garrett collaborates with electronic producer Svoy on new album; "Miles Running Down AI" (track 2) is a sick Electric Miles tribute

For more than three decades saxophonist Kenny Garrett has been on the forefront of the most adventurous and creative collaborations in jazz, having performed with generations of innovators such as Miles Davis, Art Blakey, Freddie Hubbard and more. The living legend charts yet another path in his illustrious career with the release of his first ever electronic album, an avenue to explore new sounds. Produced by Kenny Garrett and Svoy Kenny Garrett – alto & soprano saxophones, vocals Svoy – programming, vocals, piano

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Christian McBride’s New Jawn Live Show Preview: 3/23, Constellation, Chicago

Photo by Ebru Yildiz

BY JORDAN MAINZER

Jazz bassist Christian McBride has been especially prolific the first few years of this decade, whether leading his own bands or playing as part of Joshua Redman’s venerable quartet. His latest offering is Prime (Mack Avenue) the sophomore record from the wonderfully named New Jawn, a band made up of trumpeter Josh Evans, saxophonist and bass clarinetist Marcus Strickland, and drummer Nasheet Waits. It’s a balanced affair, consisting of 8 songs, 5 of which are originals, at least one written by each member. The diversity in artistic voice shines through, some tunes chaotic and boisterous, others deliberate and contemplative, always stunning.

There’s a self-assuredness to the playing on Prime, an album named after the idea that each band member is close to reaching their creative apex. The Strickland-penned title track exemplifies the record’s strutting attitude, as each of Strickland, Waits, and Evans showcase their skittering expressions. The band’s performance of Larry Young’s “Obsequious” is a limber free bop workout, Evans’ dazzling, flitting trumpet and Waits’ careening drums leading into a syncopated, harmonic jam. Evans’ “Dolphy Dust” clearly harks to the fluttering trumpets of Eric Dolphy, Evans’ chemistry with Strickland recalling that of Dolph and Booker Little on records like Far Cry.

Yet, it’s no coincidence that as the band leader, McBride wrote the album’s two best songs, and that they occupy each end of the album’s spectrum. Opener “Head Bedlam” is a topsy turvey crash of horn squeals and drums before settling into a funk groove, led by his bopping bass line. And his bowed playing on the slowed, barroom lament “Lurkers” is Prime’s subdued highlight beneath all the noise, effectively proving once and for all that you can be in your prime while confidently paving the way for the future.

Catch Christian McBride’s New Jawn tonight at Constellation. The band plays two shows, one at 7:30 PM and one at 9:30. Tickets still available at time of publication.

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Co w jazzie piszczy [sezon 1 odcinek 3]

premierowa emisja 1 marca 2023 – 18:00 Graliśmy: Delfeayo Marsalis and the Uptown Jazz Orchestra “Uptown Boogie” z albumu “Uptown on Mardi Gras Day” – Troubadour – Jass Records Christian McBride’s New Jawn “Head Bedlam” z albumu “Prime” – Mack Avenue Records Louis Siciliano “Translucent Dodecahedron” z albumu „Ancient Cosmic Truth” – Musica Presente Records Karmen Rõivassepp & Aarhus Jazz…

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View of the first Hudson Motor Car Company factory. Label on back: "First Hudson plant. This is the first factory operated by the Hudson Motor Car Company. It was located at the corner of Mack and Beaufait Avenues. In this plant with only 80,000 feet of floor space, 500 men, and a total capital of $20,000, the first Hudson "Twenty" was produced on July 3, 1909. One year later over 4,000 Hudson "Twenties" had been sold, the biggest first year's business in the history of the industry up to that time." Handwritten on back: "1909 Hudson factory. Factories--Hudson."

National Automotive History Collection, Detroit Public Library

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~Fallout 4 Companions React to a Quiche Lorraine~

Ada would be mildly interested. "Ah, a savoury pastry dish with a cheese, egg, and bacon lardon filling. Packed with energy for a hard day's scavenging. It isn't often you find something that nice out here."

Cait would stare at the quiche in a mixture of desire and trepidation. "Janey Mack..." she'd whisper. "I haven't touched a quiche since my parents tried to drown me in one! Held my face under the delicious, creamy, cheese and onion-based filling until I blacked out, so they did, to punish me for sneaking food earlier. Bastards." Whoever offered Cait the Quiche Lorraine would be so horrified by her tale, they wouldn't notice her devouring the whole pastry without leaving them so much as a slice.

Codsworth would be pleasantly surprised to see such fine cuisine two hundred years after the apocalypse. "By George, where on Earth did you manage to find that?!" he'd exclaim. "Did you bake it? Good heavens, I simply MUST have the recipe!"

Curie would be worried about the quiche at first. "Alors, you cannot be certain zis dish is safe to consume! Given zat it smells so good, it cannot contain much in ze way of preservatives..." Then she'd take a small bite, and her eyes would light up. "OH! Sacre bleu, ze quiche, it is making LOVE to my tongue! Oh, help, I fear I shall BURST from ze sheer pleasure of it! Aaaah... If zis is ze last Quiche Lorraine in ze world, I shall die..."

Paladin Danse would grab your hand halfway to the quiche. "Not so fast, soldier," he'd say sternly. "One of our rules is that a knight cannot feed themself until they've fed the Brotherhood. Luckily, as I am also in said Brotherhood, you can fulfil your obligation by cutting me a slice first..."

Deacon would wear the Quiche Lorraine as a hat, after which he'd be too busy laughing to eat much of it.

Dogmeat would sniff the quiche. His ears would prick up in delight, and he'd give you a pleading look, as if asking for permission to tuck in. If you gave him the go-ahead, he'd spend five minutes chowing down on the quiche, as quite possibly the happiest dog in the world.

"Heheheh... Now, there's a tasty dish!" Porter Gage would laugh. "Reminds me of all my favourite things, like torturing innocent victims, and selling children into slavery. Good times!"

Glory hasn't had much contact with baked goods before, and at first she'd be confused by the Quiche Lorraine. She'd get the picture after a few mouthfuls. "Man! Now, THERE'S a pie that can look a girl's tongue right in the eye!" she'd exclaim upon finishing the quiche. "Just needs some chips, coleslaw and a side salad, and maybe some mustard... Wait, how the Hell do I know what those things are? Weird."

Hancock would complain that the quiche was too salty and needed a side of apple juice.

MacCready would be ever so excited to have a delicious Quiche Lorraine, but he'd freeze with his fork half-way to his mouth. "Is this- is this paid for?" he'd stammer. "I don't have to pay for the quiche, do I? Just checking. I mean, it's probably worth a few caps, but I don't want any nasty surprises in the financial department. So are we all square? Right, good. Just making sure."

"Well, I'll be damned," Nick would chuckle, seeing the Quiche Lorraine just sitting there. "Genuine pastry and egg, just like old Mrs Calkowski used to make in that little place down on Mass Avenue. Times like this make a man miss having a stomach. No, don't feel bad, partner; you get some of that down you. It's cold out there, and you're gonna need your strength."

Old Longfellow would probably also eat the quiche.

Piper would cheerfully tuck in as soon as she was offered some quiche. She'd eat every crumb of the quiche, lick the plate (if there was in fact a plate involved), and immediately ask for an interview about where you found the quiche. "If there's still food like this out in the ruins, the public have a right to know! I want names, places, anything to do with the source of the quiche! This... is going to be big."

Preston would fetch some paper plates and start dividing up the quiche for everyone nearby, or everyone who needed it most.

Strong would dig out a rusty machete and hack the Quiche Lorraine in half. "Human! Eat pizza so you can grow big!" he'd bark, handing you half of the quiche. "Strong also eat pizza, so he can stay big," he'd chuckle, tucking into the other half.

X6-88 would be unimpressed. "Such a primitive pastry construction," he'd remark of the quiche. "This dish demonstrates poor nutritional balance, with excessive salt and fat. Eating too much of it may cause minor health problems. I recommend that both of us take a small slice, and we hand the rest over for molecular analysis. The Institute's scientists will surely be able to generate a better, healthier quiche."

If you've never heard of Quiche Lorraine before, it's a type of egg and ham quiche originating in Lorraine, which is in France. It's a tasty dish.

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Jackson Avenue Barbershop, 1971

Andrew Jackson II (seated) with Jerome Mosely, Booker Burney, and Mack Smith Jr. aka Mack the Barber.

Clinton Wright Photographs (PH-00379), UNLV Special Collections.

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Memories From Half A Century Ago; The Cincinnati Tornadoes of April 1974

On the evening of April 3, 1974, your narrator interviewed a woman who found a perfectly new, pristinely crisp, twenty-dollar bill in her front yard. This random occurrence of good luck became newsworthy because her miraculous benefit had floated down into her yard from a passing cloud that had recently spawned an F5 tornado.

At the time, I was not a reporter exactly but everyone that evening became either a reporter or a source. The memory of that day remains so fresh and clear it seems impossible that it transpired exactly fifty years ago.

In the fading afternoon, a heavy storm blew in as I drove a clunky Ford Econoline van from the Hopple Street Viaduct onto Westwood-Northern Boulevard. I was, at that time, a senior at the University of Cincinnati desperately yearning to graduate and move on to the next chapter in my life. To cover tuition, I worked as a printer for the Western Hills Publishing Company. Our offices were on Davis Avenue in Cheviot and our printing presses occupied a floor in the historic Crosley Building on Arlington Street in Camp Washington. My duties as the junior member of the printing crew involved shuttling copy and page flats from the editorial offices to the typesetting and composing staff.

As I climbed out of the valley toward the English Woods housing development, hail scattered across the road. Hailstones rattled on the van’s roof, then pounded, then stomped. It sounded like some gremlin with a baseball bat hammering on the roof as ice balls the size of oranges smashed into the asphalt all around. Tree branches cracked and split and thatched the roadway.

Somehow, I made it to Cheviot and pulled into the Press parking lot. It was full of people, just standing around. I got out and looked at the van. The roof looked like a moonscape, there were so many dents in it.

“Hey! Look at this,” I shouted. No one turned or said a word. And then I saw why.

Stretching from the horizon halfway to zenith was the tornado. It was impossible to comprehend the scale. More than two miles away, we heard no sound except endless sirens calling to one another from every direction. Where we stood transfixed it did not rain. There was no wind. There was only the tornado.

“Look at all that paper swirling around,” someone said.

“Those are garage doors,” another answered.

We watched as the horrendous vision scraped its way northward, the finger of God plowing a furrow along South Road out in Mack. We watched as it withered and lifted and twisted into nothingness against a pallid sky, waving it seemed in farewell at last as it vanished. We stared at each other, silent, unable to find any words.

Gradually, we realized that all the lights were out. There was no power in the offices. The publisher sent me around the corner to a hardware store to buy all the candles they had in stock. It was going to be a long night.

At this point, for the benefit of readers younger than I, it is necessary to explain a few details. The cash register at the hardware store was mechanical. It did not require electricity, much less Wi-Fi, to operate. The editorial offices were stocked with manual typewriters. The telephones were landlines, on a separate network, and functioned even when the power was out. Everyone had a battery-powered radio.

Anyone with the ability to write a coherent sentence became a reporter. I was sent out, still wearing my printshop uniform, in the divotted Econoline, to gather eye-witness reports. I found a small crowd at the Western Hills Country Club who had been herded into a downstairs bar while the sirens howled. They queued up for every available telephone to check in with their families. I found people in shock, wandering through piles of rubble that had been their homes, clutching any random possessions they recovered. I saw ambulances backed up in a line, waiting for utility poles and power lines to be moved. I saw people wrapped in blankets, standing in the middle of nothing left, sobbing on each other’s shoulders.

There were people who swore they saw two funnel clouds and people who claimed there were four, twisting like snakes in the sky. There were people who confessed to being so transfixed by the surreal wonder of the twister that they stood paralyzed as it swooped down on their houses.

And, in the curious way the universe laughs at we mere humans, I found humor.

There was the guy who, in a dispute with his insurance company, was photographing damage to his roof when the warning sirens erupted. He saw the funnel approaching and dove into his basement. When he emerged, his roof was gone, and so was the rest of his house, but he bragged that he had the photos to press his prior claim.

I talked to one of the rescue workers who told me about a kid, maybe 15 or 16 years old, who approached him and begged him to hide a bottle of vodka. The kid didn’t want his mother to know he had the bottle hidden in his bedroom – the bedroom that was now nothing more than a debris field.

Meanwhile, at the University of Chicago, Dr. Theodore Fujita drafted a questionnaire to be sent to almost every newspaper, every radio station, every television station in the country. Dr. Fujita asked a lot of questions about the duration and intensity of the 148 confirmed tornadoes reported that day. He and Allen Pearson of the National Severe Storms Forecast Center hoped to refine the tornado classification system they had created just three years previously. Someone at the Press filled out the questionnaire and sent it back.

A year later, having graduated from the university and transferred to the newsroom, I found a largish cardboard tube lying amid the usual pile of news releases and complaint letters that constituted our daily mail. On opening the tube – it was addressed to no one in particular – I found a map of the eastern United States titled “Superoutbreak Tornadoes of April 3-4, 1974.” Dr. Fujita, compiling all those questionnaires, had mapped and labeled every one of those 148 tornadoes.

In the center of the map, there was my tornado, the only tornado I have seen with my own eyes, officially designated as an F5 monster.

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"The Dean Martins, Jerry Lewises, Tony Curtis, Janet Leigh at Jerry's birthday party. Stills from home movie take-off on 'Sunset Boulevard'"

1951

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PHOTOPLAY MAGAZINE - June 1951:

Party Pranks: Have to tell you about the hilarious birthday party that Jerry's cute wife Patti gave for him. The reason it was so rib-splitting was because, a few nights before, Jerry and Dean, plus Janet Leigh, Tony Curtis, song-writer Mack Davis and a few chums had produced, acted, directed and generally "messed up" their version of a burlesque of "Sunset Boulevard". The Martin-Lewis film is titled "Fairfax Avenue" (that's not one of the Hollywood's swankier streets) and on this particular evening, after dinner, the film was flashed on the family screen for the forty guests. We just wish we had space to go into details about how funny a picture it was. Actually, this isn't the first one the boys had made. But maybe someday you'll see them in theaters. And you'll be surprised how many big stars (aside from Janet and Tony who just love "working" in them) have participated in the fun.

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I made a list of musicals I have either seen straight-through at least once, or listened to the cast recording multiple times and consider myself conversant in them. Can't tell if it's a lot or less than you'd expect.

A Chorus Line

A Little Night Music

American Psycho

Anyone Can Whistle

Assassins

Avenue Q

Bare: A Pop Opera

Blood Brothers

Book of Mormon

Bridges of Madison County

Caroline or Change

Cats

Chess

Company

Dear Evan Hansen

Evita

Falsettos

Fiddler on the Roof

Fiorello

Floyd Collins

Follies

Fun Home

Gentleman’s Guide to Love and Murder

Great Comet

Groundhog Day

Gypsy

Hadestown

Hamilton

Hamilton

Hello Dolly

Here We Are

In My Life

Into the Woods

Jesus Christ Superstar

Kimberly Akimbo

King and I

Kiss of the Spider Woman

Last Five Years

Les Miserables

Little Shop of Horrors

Mack and Mabel

Man of No Importance

Merrily We Roll Along

My Fair Lady

Next to Normal

Oklahoma

Oliver

Pacific Overtures

Parade

Phantom of the Opera

Pippin

Rags

Ragtime

Rent

Road Show

Rocky Horror

Seussical

Smile

Sound of Music

Spelling Bee

Spring Awakening

Sunday in the Park with George

Sweeney Todd

Teeth

The Producers

Tick Tick Boom

Titanic

Urinetown

Waitress

West Side Story

Wizard of Oz

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Kenny Garrett – Sounds from the Ancestors

“Sounds from the Ancestors is Kenny Garrett’s fifth album for Detroit’s Mack Avenue label. The connection is significant. The artist grew up in the Motor City and was mentored by some of its most iconic musicians, including the late trumpeter Marcus Belgrave. Garrett has often referenced the sounds of his hometown including Motown soul, gospel, and its ever-evolving jazz and blues scenes. But here for the first time, he meditates upon them simultaneously, examining their roots in the music of West Africa and its role in the musical development of France, Cuba, Guadeloupe, and of course, Nigeria. Garrett’s core band includes pianist Vernell Brown, Jr. bassist Corcoran Holt, drummer Ronald Bruner, Jr., and percussionist Rudy Bird. He also enlisted a guest cast that includes drummer Lenny White, pianist/organist Johnny Mercier, trumpeter Maurice Brown, conguero Pedrito Martinez, and batá percussionist Dreiser Durruthy, as well as a handful of singers. In addition to playing alto saxophone, Garrett plays electric piano.” – Thom Jurek/AllMusic.

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Co w jazzie piszczy [sezon 2 odcinek 17]

premierowa emisja 15 maja 2024 – 18:00 Graliśmy: Christian Mc Bride, Edgar Meyer “Bebop, of Course” z albumu “But Who’s Gonna Play The Melody?” – Mack Avenue Records Raw Fish  “Stroganina” z albumu „Crudo” – Loumi Records Andy Milne and Unison “Purity of Heart” z albumu “Time Will Tell” – Sunnyside Records Alec Goldfarb feat. David Leon “And the Red Light was my Mind” z albumu “Fire Lapping…

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6th Avenue Subway, by Harry Francis Mack.

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Passengers Boarding a 38-Geary Line Mack Motor Coach 2559 at Geary Car House on Geary Boulevard at Presidio Avenue – March 9, 1961

Ken Snodgrass or Marshall Moxom, Municipal Railway Photographer | SFMTA Photo Archive

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A quilt resurfaces with stories from a long-gone Detroit neighborhood : NPR

The signature quilt hanging in a museum display. The pattern is made of blue and white fabric with 20 X-shaped blocks. There are embroidered names, telephone numbers and addresses in each, done in red and blue thread.

Sophia Saliby

Detroit's Black Bottom neighborhood thrived as a center of African American life and culture in the first half of the 20th century, until the construction of a highway and government-mandated redevelopment all but wiped it out.

Now, a recently discovered quilt is providing a peek into what life there was like more than 50 years ago.

The minute Marsha MacDowell saw it in an online sale in 2018, she knew it had to come home to Michigan.

Quilted in blue and white fabric, the design includes 20 X-shaped blocks. Embroidered on each are names like Sister Roberta Wilson and Mrs. Mollie Mason, along with addresses and telephone numbers.

As someone who grew up in Detroit, the Michigan State University Museum Curator of Folk Arts and Quilt Studies recognized the street names.

"It is in a location where urban renewal in the 1960s pretty much took down every residential building," MacDowell said. "If you go on Google Maps, what you see are vacant lots."

One of the few buildings still standing is the Zion Congregational Church of God in Christ on Mack Avenue. The nearly-century-old church is near what was once Detroit's Black Bottom neighborhood. The community, which grew from African Americans migrating from the South, included dozens of Black-owned businesses and a well-known music and night club scene.

In 2021, MacDowell decided to post photos of the quilt to a church Facebook page.

"We were flooded with responses that, 'I know this person. This is my mother. This is my aunt. This is a person I knew in the Zion Church.'"

Marsha MacDowell says the blanket is what's known as a "signature" or "autograph" quilt because this group of women inscribed their names on it. Women like Mrs. Mollie Mason embroidered their names, along with their addresses, in Detroit, Michigan. Sophia Saliby hide caption

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"The most exciting thing for me was to know that some artifact that my mother had been a part of still existed," Quinn said.

Quinn, who's in her nineties now, remembers her mother being involved in a sewing circle with other women of the church. She's positive the quilt was made for a fundraiser sometime in the 1940s.

"She found her niche when the sewing circle started. She was always making something and having us do embroidery," she said.

A year after that first post, in April 2022, MacDowell worked with leaders of the church to bring together people like Quinn to reflect on their close-knit community.

Quinn called it a reunion of sorts. They remembered the sewing circles, the women who ran them and how church life wasn't just about church, such as when she and her friends were old enough to sneak out of service to stop by the local candy store.

MacDowell says the quilt is more than just a blanket or even a piece of folk art. It's a piece of history.

"This quilt is a textual document of what was a thriving neighborhood and a thriving relationship amongst those individuals whose names were inscribed on the quilt," MacDowell said.

Marsha Music is a current member of the congregation. She says it's significant the women of the church put their names on the quilt.

"There was a part of them that wanted to make sure it was known that 'We made this,' and it has stood the test of time," Music said.

MacDowell is continuing to dig into the origins of the quilt and its creators and hopes to use recently released census data to learn more.

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Hello! For nice ask day I want to ask you my favorite question to ask music™ people. If you could go back and see any three concerts in history, what would they be? Feel free to explain why or add any details you want!

Thank you for this amazing question!

I don’t know what it says about me, but my top three came to mind immediately

1. Ella Fitzgerald Live in Berlin. Ella Fitzgerald had the perfect voice, she could sing any song, any time, anywhere, and nail it. In this infamous performance she forgot the words to Mack The Knife and improvised, scatting a bunch of nonsense, and still gave an incredible rendition. Legendary.

2. Queen @ Live Aid. I watch this concert regularly, especially if I need a pick-me-up or I just wanna get pumped, you know? Freddie Mercury in that wife beater, running around and whipping up the crowd. That performance of Radio Ga Ga! The armband! The white Adidas! Iconic! Nobody’s ever done it like Freddie!

3. Dylan Goes Electric. People lost their minds! He was almost booed off stage. For …playing an electric guitar? Truly a game changer! Previously, he’d only recorded acoustic folk music. So he was labeled a sellout for incorporating a more rock sound. But Dylan didn’t bend to the will of his audience, and he went on to record some of the most iconic albums of all time (Highway 61 Revisited, Blonde on Blonde) BLONDE ON BLONDE!!

I could go on, but I will add just a few.

Prince, any time but especially his last tour. Oh! And when he used to throw the wild parties at First Avenue in Minneapolis.

A Tribe Called Quest in their heyday

Merle Haggard at Willie Nelson’s Picnic

Sly & the Family Stone @ the Harlem Cultural Festival

LCD Soundsystem in NYC last Christmas 😭

J Dilla just, like, in his basement lol