Land of My Dreams
Quite like the lo-fi beauty of this.
Quite like the lo-fi beauty of this.
New tour dates for David Byrne in support of his newest Brian Eno collaboration, will be announced soon, but in the meantime, let's go retro.
Singing the song in my head - decided to find the video. What an eyepatch. Aargh....
Then he started wearing front-butt. T-rod, check it!
Some videos are too good to forget. This was going up on the site this morning until I listened to the last few seconds of the song when she spoke. Some things are non-negotiable in my book with work. No cursing youtube videos. But when it comes to play, have a listen os readers. This is a simply vibrant cover of the classic Percy Mayfield written/Ray Charles performed track.
I love the wiki entry on it - in regards to its almost cultural use: "The song is often played during sporting events when a player from the visiting team is forced to leave the game, such as an ice hockey player sent to the penalty box, a basketball player fouling out, or a player being ejected from the game. It may also be played near the end of the game, when the home team appears likely to win."
Or I add, when you kick someone named Jack out of your life.
And it keeps getting stranger.
Big, wide objetsmile!
1 paparazzi video
1 Hercules & Love Affair song
Mix together and get a hilarious video.
Single shot H&LA video of my favorite song of May. So simple, so much possibility.
A Talking Heads kind of Sunday. Soundtrack of childhood. I remember when they shot the video next door to us.
The most profound and thought provoking video of the year. An objetsmart to outdo other objetsmarts!
"Balança Pema" (mp3)
from "Brazil Classics at 20: Anti-aging Solutions Revealed"
Buy at Rhapsody
Stream from Rhapsody
Luaka Bop continues its celebratory love of Brazilian music with the new CD, "Brazil Classics at 20: Anti-aging Solutions revealed" a stellar compilation of fine pop from this iconic series. It was the original Brazil Classics 1 in 1988 that brought the melodies of this nation to a wide American audience courtesy of David Byrne's personal admiration for this flavorful style. 2 decades later, this album gathers together some of its brightest musical gems.
Highlights include the above, a Marisa Monte cover of the Jorge Ben classic, "Balança Pema."
Enjoy and if you want to catch Ben doing the original, watch below.
Hands down my favorite Patchworks remix, some serious afro/disco/house, with that simple teasing beginning, there are some pure loops in the middle of the song that just do it for me - future sampling inspiration - that vocal scat is yummy.
Obsessed with Jorge Ben after doing research work for a DVD project a few years back, I'm still constantly wowed by him. Even when others are doing covers...
I'm always searching for those moments of thrill. A long time ago, I discovered I could easily find them with music.
I shared some footage from the phenomenal Jens Lekman show T and I saw last month, but didn't find all my video until tonight. The last song of the night, Jens was in the zone, plowing through his music, completely and utterly possessed, changing the lyrics, creating an amended chorus. It's these moments standing on the right side of the stage that has always made me understand what compels musicians to endure the hell of touring, because nothing can replicate the chemistry in that moment of fusion. These instances often seem like the rare validation in an ever growing difficult and frustrating field and because of that, the detective in me seeks them. Yet it's not often that I'm able to capture them when they're happening live. Nor do I really want to - because if you spend too much energy searching for them, you completely lose your eye, your ear and the plot.
But every so often, the magic moment is such an overpowering occurrence that the camera has to emerge to record - to prove your theory - that words don't suffice to recount the fire of the performance.
These 20 seconds raised both my left and right arm hair at the time and I lost my breath. A month later, I was brought me back to why I believe in the awesome force of music. I had stopped recording before the end of the song so I could sing along and watching it now, I believe I made the right choice as I can't help but singing even as the video ends. And it's moments like this that are just one of the many reasons why some musicians blow me away. The show reinforced the notion that standing on the right side of the stage at the Troubadour in West Hollywood, CA is my perch of choice. The right side is a landing of sorts for melodic blessings, my home away from home since I was 14 years old. In this transitory city of incessant remodel, where nothing may ever remain constant, a fleeting chorus by a young singer from Sweden named Jens remains permanently affixed to my musical record.
I was thrilled to find that a record I've been meaning to check out - as it was no. 1 on Demby's list of favored albums of 2007 - was actually on promonet, which means you can legally download it. Just the first song I've heard (which you, my kind readers can download below) is epic space pop. It's the new solo record from Noah of the Animal Collective and it's ambitious stuff.
Oh, this track makes me sing my beloved Beach Boys' - "Sloop John B" and "I Know There's An Answer..." songs for strolling along the coast soaking in the indignant transience of early morning on the West Coast. Special stuff. Always a treat to discover something new from an old friend. Thanks Eric!
One of my favorite anthems of all-time is an Afro disco track entitled, "Disco Hi-Life" by Orlando Julius, the Nigerian singer/bandleader. I discovered it on a compilation seven or eight years ago and played it to death when I lived in London. It's definitely in at least one soundtrack to a future film.
Super thrilled that my favorite crew of American music heads have picked up the Orlando Julius recordings on this double disc that I need to get my hands on. Kindly enough, they've released this mp3 - funky man! I have a couple wonderful Orlando stories to tell - including the joy of getting a phone call one day from the man himself some years ago. But I'll save that for another time. Let the music speak for itself. So funky, so fantastic on and off the dance floor, I hope that someday I finally get to see my afro-disco hero live.
It would be a dream.
Some music it's so easy to understand, you don't even need to try.
We incessantly discuss differentiation between the mediocre and the extraordinary, but none of us can ever come to much of a concrete conclusion. Perhaps we all still believe in magic. Constructing beats and crafting sentences are no different, except for beats make me jiggle more often than a well-placed colon. But there's still something supernatural when you read a great writer for the first time, or hear the sparkles of a fresh talent. It's magic. Even as we grow up and often think of art in scientific automated terms, every once in a while, a piece arrives that makes you temporarily stop and be reminded that you haven't yet lost all your faith.
Black Moth Super Rainbow reminds me that.
Black Moth Super Rainbow
"I Think It Is Beautiful That You Are 256 Colors Too" (mp3)
from "Start A People (expanded edition)"
Buy at iTunes Music Store
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Always loved it, always will. How can you not admire a song entitled, "You Intrigue Me?"
One of my favorite tracks when I'm making turns fast.
I find myself liking it so much I've often discovered I'm driving in circles.
It's my friend Cez's birthday and in thanks for all of his musical inspiration, I'm going to share an mp3 of an artist he was the first to point out to me a few weeks back. You should check out his mixes - they're fantastic...
For me, the discovery of music has always been like sharing secrets that eventually if so juicy, everyone learns. Burial, with its dark deep dub, is like a mutated virus. I'm going to have to track down some videos, though I'm afraid I will discover films of death and destruction before actually finding a proper video.
Seymour loves this song as do I. If you're interested in the adventures of Lola and Seymour, check out their latest escapades here.
I love this song so very much and as a devotee to video with feet taking center stage, this user-generated factory scene has some delightful moments. Only 24 views so far - so perhaps I may be one of the few...or maybe I'm just a big Hot Chip junkie.
The center highlight of my working odyssey in the music industry occurred in a short email. I received it one day while returning from lunch. It was from the label's accountant and often receptionist. For weeks, I had been writing charming notes to my favorite producers around the world, doing A&R ambassador work for a remix record of a local artist. My charm and writing skills were put to full effect. One of the craziest suggestions that my boss approved was to allow me to approach Tony Allen, the legendary Nigerian drummer. So much of Fela Kuti's legendary sound stems from Tony Allen's polyrhythmic jamming and it's been said that listening to him drum is like hearing five drummers at once. I would argue, it's like hearing six. So I tracked him down through the worldwide family and wrote him a short email. I didn't expect any response. Yet one day, I came back from lunch one day to receive a message that said, "A man from France named Anthony Allen called for you." The accountant had no idea who it was and I walked around the office in glee the rest of the afternoon, reveling in the fact that my favorite drummer in the world had actually called me from France and totally pissed off that I wasn't there to get the call. Tony was traveling and didn't leave his number, but this pretty much made my year. Hell, I think it made my musical life. I took out all my Tony Allen records and listened to them for about a month after and marveled at how wonderful his music was, how blessed we are that technology allows us to record it and how my life has been changed in positive ways just hearing his music, which has always been a steady soundtrack in the often lonely writer's life.
Last year, my friend Heather recounted stories of how playing tennis was effective in relieving people suffering with post-traumatic stress as certain brain waves are activated when concentrating on keeping one's eye on the ball. I was thinking about this tonight driving in gridlock traffic that I believe in her theory, but also wanted to add that I believe polyrhythmic music accomplishes a similar goal with one's ears. There may be little scientific evidence to back me up, but I can attest to its power of greatness in transcending moods and the often brutality of modern life. With that said, Thanksgiving is upon us and I want to give thanks to the musicians around the world for sharing their talents with all of us. Your songs and beats make the world a much better place.
So for Thanksgiving, here's a little Tony for you...
After 59 days and countless listens, I got to experience the Swedish singer/songwriter Jens Lekman live. It didn't disappoint. Playing with an almost all-female band with string and horn section, clad in surgical white, it was a magical night. Have a look.
Covering Paul Simon...
My favorite part of my favorite song.
And Jens always reminded me of my old friend, Erlend...good to see that they've been playing together...covering Paul!
Simply said, it's the song of the fall. I may be forced to pull out my Psychedelic Furs tapes...something sounding so old, something entirely alive.
"Don't you know...don't you go..."
A Sunday morning after catching the knockout performance that was Carl Craig live, she finds herself unable to write and instead doing what she does best, digging for music. Thinking about her blistered feet, and new remedies for redemption, and also listening to that simply spectacular remix of Jonny L's "This Time" from last summer....
Last night, she heard for the first time his dirty rendition of the LCD Soundsystem's Sound of Silver....
Check out the brilliance that is a CC remix here...with links...
Tracks like this remind me how much I love the dancefloor, finding myself butt to the wall in a dark, small room, facing to watch everyone else freaking out to the lost sounds of a brand new tune. I imagine silent films appearing in my head, although my eyes are wide open.
Check this gem.
In the seams of a scene, you hear a song that is the perfect soundtrack between one ending and another beginning.
This is it.
It's wonderful! Cheers Mr. Scrabulous.
Moment of the summer had to be but a few hours ago when Underworld dropped "Two Months Off" at the Hollywood Bowl. With thousands of people shouting, "You bring light in!" it felt religious. Underworld is but one of the few electronic bands possessed by an innate humanism and it was there on stage last night. Besides, being a sucker for long intricate breakdowns, OS was converted into jumping and shouting, amongst friends old and new. What a delightful Sunday.
If you missed it, you can sing along with multiple versions including these live ones:
Old school live
For the purists:
Every once in a while, a song comes along that just means everything to you. For the past six months or so, that song to me has been LCD Soundsystem's "Someone Great."
Been a plentiful day of digging.
Here's another gem...for screen stomping. That is when you can't help but want to dance, but you're tied to your computer, so you begin to tap to the beat like a maniac.
It's incredible! 2007 is yet again having one of those retro modern musical moments, another taste of hip shaking soul, but brand new. Julian tipped me off on this a while back, Mr. Tickle hands in the air.
"If this ain't love, don't know what is, if this ain't love, don't know what is, this is real, this is real. If this ain't love, don't know what is, if this ain't love, don't know what is," perhaps the sweetest chorus of the year. But you know, I'm always a sucker for a good flute in a soul track.
Download "If This Ain't Love (Don't Know What Is)" (mp3)
from "Keep Reachin' Up"
by Nicole Willis & The Soul Investigators
Light In The Attic
sing along, "if this ain't love, don't know what is..."
if this ain't...
My car got stolen, but I've found solace. In Youtube of all places. Must love no budget videos. Like mt, something simple is the key.
Mark and I were talking about my Morris Day and the Time obsession late last night/early this morning driving back home. When he was staying at my house last year, I was deep into the Time. I mean I listened to this record about twice a day for months. How did this happen? Well, a few years ago, I was record shopping and realized just how underappreciated Morris Day was, and how I needed to listen to more of his work. I would always find his records at thrift stores and thought - this has got to be a funky record. Then I heard it and loved it. So I started buying up multiple couples. And it worked well with all my Moodymann/Theo Parrish records.
When I first started buying MDATT tunes, I knew that Prince had worked with him, but didn't realize that Prince had written most of his songs. Yet it didn't matter who wrote these songs, they just spoke to me, they were funky and raw, with candid lyrics about hooking up that made me want to hook up. Something about listening to the music made me feel incredible. I could turn on 777-9311 and the world would seem better. I could listen to Gigolos Get Lonely Too and feel enlightened. if I was in a bad mood, this record made it evaporate. No one ever told me to like this record, I just stumbled upon it and fell in love myself This was an album about discovery to me, and it was my duty to share this lost gem. The album became such an anthem in my dining room eventually everyone started teasing me when I asked if they wanted to come over to play some records. "Well, only if you don't play anymore Morris Day and the Time!"
In any event, it's holy stuff to me.
The beloved track to me is "777-9311." Seems I always thought I was the only one that liked the song. And I was wrong. You can even see a big band version of it. (too bad the embedding has been disabled.)
In any event, I've never seen my close musical pal, but good ole MD is playing at Sunset Junction next month and I'm so excited.
In the meantime, check out the reason why this record was on turntable 1 most of last year.
I so wish my phone number was 777-9311. Even Dick Clark was curious. Now if only I could move my hips like Morris.
MORRIS DAY AND THE TIME - 777-9311 - LIVE ON DICK CLARK
777-9311 LIVE IN JAPAN
And another song, this one is Mark's favorite.
For several weeks I keep hearing an explosive electro remix of Feist's "My Moon My Man." With cut up vocoder, it's as if Leslie is having a duet with a computer that will only argue "My Moon My Man" in stubborn various octaves. It's simply great.
I've loved Leslie Feist since the first time I heard her sing. It was live at the end of a Kings of Convenience show on a duet with Erlend Oye. The song entitled, "The Break Up" was harrowing, poetic, glorious. Her voice made me shiver. At the end of the gig, Erlend announced she would be playing the next night for an industry showcase. The set was at 6pm. I left work early to go alone.
Probably almost more than anything in life, I absolutely hate going to shows alone. Up there with that peeve, I also hate going to indoor gigs during sunny, warm days. But I had a feeling years later, I would marvel at this experience. I just had a feeling.
And for once, perhaps I was right. Live, playing in a half empty room, she was the most refreshing musical presence I had seen live in a while, a ball of melody who knew how to play and sing. It was as if music ran through her, there was no hesitation in her performance. She was possessed. She was meant to be on stage performing. Watching artists nail shows like she did that afternoon is rare, refreshing and frankly inspiring.
Since then, I've watched and listened to everything she does with a special interest. I wish more artists were like Feist for she provided the transcendence I expect from artists. For a good thirty minutes, I completely forgot about life.
So to say the least, I'd like to support her work. I'd like to support the remixing efforts of new producers such as Boys Noize. I tried buying it on Itunes. It wasn't available. You can stream it here, but who wants to stream something when all you want to do is listen to it on repeat? When you want to listen to it walking down the street or in your car? Streaming doesn't suffice.
It's been several months since Pitchfork wrote about it, but you can't buy it digitally easily. It should be on Itunes. You can't buy it on Amazon. Why not? So I made the executive decision to see how long it would take me to download it illegally.
So I went to hype machine and in 2 seconds, I found where I could download it. So I did.
Someone really should have sorted out the digital release of this.
Next time, I see Leslie Feist I think I'm going to have to give her a dollar.
In the meantime, I've got a hot new remix for dream alouding.
It's Friday, which means it's time for something special.
Here's something from one of my favorite singers, one of those men whose voice manages to be even bigger than his hair: Jackie Mittoo.
Oh, how excited am I to discover that one of my favorite tracks in the past few years, the cowbell scorching dancefloor shaker, A Bar A Thym is promo net available. Definitely a track that bridged the deep house I was obsessed with in the late 90s with the future of minimal/tech house currently driving everyone insane. This has always been one of those love at first hear tunes, and when it first came out, we used to sit on the side of the dancefloor and wonder at what point during the set, people would drop it...it didn't matter because it always made the dancefloor freak out. I love those freak out tunes, the ones where enthusiasts bust a move special for it. Just one of those winners. From start to finish, this one will be getting played in 30 years when I'll be rocking it with my prosthetic knees, hips and arse.
from "Bar A Thym / Sunshine & Twilight"
by Kerri Chandler
Oh, how excited am I to discover that one of my favorite tracks in the past few years, the cowbell scorching dancefloor shaker, A Bar A Thym is promo net available.
Definitely a track that bridged the deep house I was obsessed with in the late 90s with the future of minimal/tech house currently driving everyone insane. This has always been one of those love at first hear tunes, and when it first came out, we used to sit on the side of the dancefloor and wonder at what point during the set, people would drop it...it didn't matter because it always made the dancefloor freak out. I love those freak out tunes, the ones where enthusiasts bust a move special for it.
Just one of those winners. From start to finish, this one will be getting played in 30 years when I'll be rocking it with my prosthetic knees, hips and arse.
You may be familiar with Femi, one of Fela's sons, but another, Seun is following in his father's footsteps and continuing the Kuti tradition of using joyous music as a means to express the need for social change in Nigeria.
For more on Seun, check out this interview from a few years back.
But in the meantime, give a listen to the radio edit of his new single. I quite like that you can download the radio edit as with all Afrobeat, you don't get the full essence unless you hear the full length version, but this is enough to whet your appetite.
No, I'm not making a joke about the new OTC diet drug, Alli, but rather an acquaintance's blog entitled, "Thou Shall Not Leak" that promises to out music leakers.
What is a music leaker you may ask? Someone that the music literally runs through? Well, not exactly, but rather said promo person that manages to post online songs or the entire record of an artist before release date. Hence, not only is the copyrighted music now out in the wild, wild west of the net, no one that wants to buy it can, as it has not yet been made available physically in brick and mortal (retail stores) or on digital services such as Itunes, Napster, Rhapsody, Beatport, etc. If you really want to screw the last year or two of an artist's life, here's a really easy way to do it. I wonder if there are any vicious exes out there that are behind leaks...or if it's a lot of people that don't realize that their computers are being hacked...
In any event, check out and bookmark THOU SHALL NOT LEAK.
Finally someone getting all medieval on those leakers...how long will this take to make it to the mainstream?
Bets are on: firstname.lastname@example.org
Winner gets a leak proof prize...
Underground Resistance has finally released much of their catalog digitally. What a treat this is - I'm so loving the fact that those coveted 12s are now downloadable legally. For a taste of this Detroit crew, check out a track I've just discovered, Aguilla. Listening to this after listening to Fela, I'm hearing the connection between two acts I really love. It's all in the drums (and machines).
Underground Resistance has finally released much of their catalog digitally. What a treat this is - I'm so loving the fact that those coveted 12s are now downloadable legally. For a taste of this Detroit crew, check out a track I've just discovered, Aguilla.
Listening to this after listening to Fela, I'm hearing the connection between two acts I really love. It's all in the drums (and machines).