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American Dogs

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September 12, 2003

It is a profound blessing to have Johnny occupy such a large place in my life. His tireless work ethic and devotion to his craft make us all the richer with the countless recordings he has graced us with over the last 50 years.

He was truly a great man and he will live on in all of our hearts forever more. Our challenge is to listen to music with the same passion and emotion he put into making it.

Rick Rubin (who produced the American Recordings series by Johnny Cash)


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August 2, 2008 at 3:34 am

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Dog Trumpet

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Dog Trumpet is the vehicle for the musical activities of brothers Peter O’Doherty and Reg Mombassa. They formed the band in 1990 to record and play their original songs. They play as an acoustic duo or as a full band with various line-ups of guest musicians.
Reg and Peter were long-time members of Mental as Anything but they left the Mentals at the dawn of the third Millennium to concentrate on their artwork. Peter is a painter and has exhibited his pictures in Australia, England and New Zealand. Reg has exhibited his paintings and drawings in Australia, England, New Zealand and Italy. He is also a t-shirt designer for Mambo Graphics.


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July 29, 2008 at 1:00 am

Chopin’s Dog

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The Prokofiev diaries, first of all, are totally riveting. Although the composer could be drearily self-centered – what genius isn’t? – he sharply observed the world around him and his prose has considerable flair. This volume cover the years 1915 to 1923, when Prokofiev witnessed the Russian Revolution, tried his fortunes in America, and wound up in the Russian émigré community in Paris. Here are two quick teasers. First, from the end of 1917:

The month’s end passed in transcribing Seven, They Are Seven and contemplation of an engrossing new idea: Lina Collini mentioned in passing one day that she was planning to leave Russia for America – and it suddenly struck me that there was no need for me to stay in Russia either. In the flow of idle chatter this tiny spark was seemingly extinguished almost at once, but in fact what appeared at the time to be no more than a passing remark proved to be explosive material that in an instant flared up into a conflagration. To go to America! Of course! Here was wretchedness; there life brimming over. Here, slaughter and barbaric rhetoric; there, cultivated life. Here, shabby concerts in Kislovodsk; there, New York, Chicago! No time for hesitation. In the spring I will go. If only America does not turn against a Russia that has now abandoned the war! Such was the flag under which I greeted the New Year. Surely it will not disappoint my hopes?

Some months later, in San Francisco, Prokofiev finds himself under interrogation from American immigration authorities:

“What is this?”
“Did you write it yourself?”
“I did, on board ship.”
“Can you play it?”
“I can.”
“Play it, then.”

On the piano in the ship’s saloon, I played the main theme of the Violin Sonata on its own, without accompaniment. It was not appreciated.

“Can you play Chopin?”
“What would you like me to play?”
“The Funeral March.”

I played four bars. The official evidently enjoyed it.

“Very good,” he said, with feeling.
“Did you know for whose death it was composed?”
“His dog’s.”

Alex Ross. From his blog The Rest Is Noise

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June 30, 2008 at 7:12 am

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