19 November 2008. Gray shelf of sky, Chicago of the stratosphere...
Figure of Carl, large and homey--but homey with a purpose, making his way up to the podium. Room prepared with kinte cloth tables, large borrowed plant in corner, lights low, the rows of chairs, packed and anticipatory, brimming, buzzing--musicians up front, string bass, drums, arch-top jazz guitar, making their relaxed and experimental way through all the changes. All the changes--yes, and what we're up against. The Earth, the City and the Hidden Narrative of Race. What it might mean to call each other brother--to call each other sister--to reach out, to join, to see...
(for Carl Anthony)
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