Musical youth

22 07 2006

Oh. Yeah. Right. Sorry. provides a list of his musical tastes over the last fifteen years, which started me thinking how little mine have changed over that period. Admittedly they have expanded, mainly because I have more money and more access, thanks to goegraphical location and the internet, to music in its myriad forms.

It must have been about 15 years ago that I bought the Clash’s Sandinista on double cassette in some god-forsaken second-hand music shop in Portsmouth. I have recently re-purchased this album again, on CD this time, with a reproduction of the original liner notes, and, I have to say, it is enjoyable as it was back then. Not in a life-changing way, nor an overly nostalgic return to my youth.

At the time of release, Mick Jones described it as an album you dance to all the way through, you just have to dance in a certain way. It certainly is dance music, and far more forward-thinking than critics at the time could cope with. It covers reggae, British folk, Motown, steel drums, jazz, world music (dreadful term, I know) and prototypical rap, all with dub versions, electronic overdubs and samples (of sorts). Not all of it is listenable, and several of the tracks are indulgent to say the least, yet they seems to have presaged most of the major developments in British music over the following twenty years.

And the more I think about it, the more this musical cosmopolitanism (although some may claim it as imperialist exploitation) appeals to me. Most forms of popular music (and several forms of non-popular music) derive from the blues originally, and there has been cross-fertilization between the different forms throughout the last century – the album may be a journey, and at times far from easy-listening, but it does make sense.

This has also influenced my DJing (along with others, including David Mancuso) – and you can definitely hear it (I hope) in the CDs I send out. The latest travels from mystical jazz through hiphop, Brazilian, disco, soul, funk, dub, reggae and latin. The trick is, I think, to find those track that cross the boundaries between the genres, be they cover versions, remixes, or simply unusual tracks. I hope you like it.





Word of the day

21 07 2006

From a post over at BiB, and Jitterbug Perfume (the book what I am reading at the moment) is Ambergris:

Thanks to www.ambergris.co.nz





Я сказал а хип хоп а хипи…

21 07 2006




Sleep

21 07 2006

is nice. Almost 12 hours does you the wonder of good, even if half of it is on a tatty Ikea sofa. Trouble is, I now want to go back to bed again. The heat is also intolerable (I am exiled from my air-conditioned office to work with the masses in the (un-air-conditioned, humid, hot and dusty) shop today. And on top of that we also have customers (in a retail establishment! Can you imagine!) Uzhas!





CDs

20 07 2006

Are finished (finally). These proved to be a labour of love, and I ended up completely re-doing the first CD again at 11pm last night. What can you do? Anyways, they are burnt and the sleeves are printed – I’ve just got to spend this evening cutting them out, so I’ll send them out tomorrow.





A Tribe Called Quest

17 07 2006

On repeat on the Tube both ways today.

I Left My Wallet In El Segundo:

My mother went away for a month-long trip
Her and some friends on an ocean-liner ship
She made a big mistake by leaving me home
I had to roam so I picked up the phone
Dialed ali up to see what was going down
Told him I pick him up so we could drive around
Took the dodge dart, a 74
My mother left a yard but I needed one more
Shaheed had me covered with a hundred greenbacks
So we left brooklyn and we made big tracks
Drove down the belt, got on the conduit
Came to a toll, we paid and went through it
Had no destination, we was on a quest
Ali laid in the back so he could get rest
Drove down the road for two-days-and-a-half
The sun had just risen on a dusty path
Just then a figure had caught my eye
A man with a sombrero who was four feet high
I pulled over to ask were we was at
His index finger he tipped up his hat
El segundo, he said, my name is pedro
If you need directions, Ill tell you pronto
Needed civilization, some sort of reservation
He said a mile south, theres a fast food station
Thanks, senor, as I start up the motor
Ali said, damn, tip, why you drive so far for?

(well describe to me what the wallet looks like)

Anyway a gas station we passed
We got gas and went on to get grub
It was a nice little pub in the middle of nowhere
Anywhere would have been better
I ordered enchiladas and I ate em
Ali had the fruit punch
When we finished we thought for ways to get back
I had a hunch
Ali said, pay for lunch
So I did it
Pulled out the wallet and I saw this wicked beautiful lady
She was a waitress there
Put the wallet down and stared and stared
To put me back into reality, heres shaheed:
Yo, tip, man, you got what you need?
I checked for keys and started to step
What do you know, my wallet I forget

Yo, it was a brown wallet, it had props numbers
Had my jimmy hats I got to get it man

Lord, have mercy
The heat got hotter, ali stars to curse me
I fell bad but he makes me feel badder
Chit-chit-chatter, car stars to scatter
Breaking on out, we was northeast bound
Jettin on down at the seepd of sound
Three days coming and three more going
We get back and there was no slack
490 madison, were here, sha
He said, all right, tip, see you tomorrow
Thinking about the past week, the last week
Hands go in my pocket, I cant speak
Hopped in the car and torpeed to the shack
Of shaheed, we gotta go back when he said
Why? I said, we gotta go
cause I left my wallet in el segundo

Yeah, I left my wallet in el segundo
Left my wallet in el segundo
Left my wallet in el segundo
I gotta get, I got-got ta get it





Resonance

16 07 2006

Resonance FM is the antidote to over-commercialized radio stations – truly free community access programming – why not drop in and take a listen.





Whisky in the Jar

16 07 2006


So, I’m back. Made it over the Cork and Kerry mountains to Kenmare for some chowder and the market, back round the Beara Peninsula to Bantry for an icecream. Dinner and drinks in Schull. Then out into the countryside via Goleen to Crookhaven, Barley Cove and Mizen Head (you can search for these, as every place in West Cork seems to have its own website). Fresh wild salmon sandwiches. Lots of alcohol free Becks. Blarney Castle, then back to Cork airport. Almost all of it in glorious sunshine (my head is now peeling again). Go. Flights and car hire cost almost nothing.





Volcanoes

10 07 2006

are very interesting. Holiday tomorrow. See you later,





The Passenger

6 07 2006

Girl: Who are you?
David Locke: I used to be someone else but I traded him in.

Interesting film. Detachment permeates it – the characters, landscape, architecture and cultures are all removed somewhat from the reality depicted in the film. More to follow.