The Ari Files Mark Ari

This is a brief reading from THE SHOEMAKER’S TALE that was performed at the University of North Florida on November 17, 2005. The video was shot with a cell phone from the audience by April Bacon.

A tune, a painting, a poem, or a story begin as something personal that emerges out of a person’s urge to say a thing by what means they can best say it.   Sometimes it resonates so others, strangers, can feel at home in what was made, as though it is their own voices sounding there.  After that, nothing is ever the same.

We don’t always know these moments when we’re in them.  We have to look back from a distance over time to try to pick them out of memory’s soft static.  But they stick with us all the same.  We take them to heart, each in our own way.  Often there’s a need to share the experience.  Sometimes, there’s a longing to add something of our own.  From the personal to the universal to the personal and on and on again.  That’s the pulse of it.  It don’t mean a thing if ain’t got that swing.

I don’t know when Jazz was born.  No one does. And it’s just as hard to peg that tipping point when it entered the lifeblood of our worlds.  I do know that Louis Armstrong made the first recordings that listed him as bandleader on November 12, 1925.   The sides recorded for Okeh Records were “My Heart” and “Cornet Chop Suey.”  Johnny Dodds was on clarinet, Kid Ory on trombone, and Johnny St. Cyr played banjo.  Lil Hardin-Armstrong was at the piano. That must have been a hot moment.  It wasn’t mine.  Not directly.  But many decades later I got a taste of the cheesecake baked in that oven.

Looking Back on Louis

I had deadlines. Time was getting away from me. That’s the thing with time: the more it eludes, the more we feel it pressing. The shorter it becomes, the wider and deeper and closer its shadow. I felt that, though there was no time to think it. Bug-eyed and claustrophobic, blinkered with purpose, I scurried room-to-room looking for a book that had the quote that said the thing I could not say without it. Ken Burns’ Jazz was on the video. My wife had put it on, and I stopped to to look over my shoulder…

To read more:  Prick of the Spindle/Looking Back on Louis

I am under the influence of blended whiskey

Of day old bread dipped in six bit wine

Of caffeine and hot sauce

And Soutine’s meat

I am under the influence of frightened people.

To read the whole of it:  Spoken War

I met Julian Beck through Jack Gelber in 1984, shortly after the Living Theater returned to New York for a run at the Joyce Theater. The press was harsh; more like ridicule than review. After 10 years of self-imposed exile and more than 30 years of relentlessly experimental work, the Living Theater was broke and broken up.  When I arrived…

To read more and listen to the interview: UbuWeb Sound :: Julian Beck