From Marguerite Yourcenar’s A Coin in Nine Hands
"Charlie Haden is one of the most hypnotically inventive bassists in contemporary jazz…. Now he has formed his own group for the purpose of presenting his furiously humanistic musical polemics to the world…. Haden’s bass work is especially superb, throbbing and droning with a restless yet understated intensity expressing perfectly the pulsebeat of lives like those in the Spanish Resistance, lived in eternal fear and the fiercely nurtured strength of brave dreams."
—Lester Bangs, Rolling Stone, February 21, 1970
Björk - The Dull Flame Of Desire + Flétta - Collaboration Duet’s With Antony Hegarty, (2007-2010)
"There is hope for Sunday evenings, after the children have been perfused: there is Cher. Cher is more beautiful and sings better than Ed Sullivan. She is more beautiful and sings better than almost anybody else on television. She has, unfortunately, a husband, about whom it is necessary to make jokes each week on CBS to keep the show moving right along between production numbers. Although Sonny is rumored to be the brains behind the act, clearly he doesn’t deserve Cher.”
—John Leonard, 1971
— John Leonard, “Confessions of a Structure Freak,” from his This Gun for Hire. Originally published in Esquire, February 1969
—Janet Flanner, Paris Was Yesterday
Lunceford wrote everything down in case confusion arose later as to who did what and what the reason was for doing something other than what was supposed to have been done. No matter how complete these notes were, however, it was unrealistic to expect absolute clarity, and sometimes the notes themselves influenced the course of events.
Lunceford wasn’t supposed to move a muscle without explicit instructions, much less get involved in the planning and management of a large and secret organization. His job was to charge straight ahead at the sound of the word mush, and to be quietly grateful at his raw, red reward. But just as a grit of sand can damage an otherwise perfect engine, it was conceivable that a careless phrase written down in these unseen notebooks might beget chaos somewhere down the line.
When the knock came at the door, Lunceford understood that the glory days of his clandestine literary pursuit were numbered. [click for more]