Tuesday, December 22, 2009

Rec'in Havoc








Glitch-free techno strictly in the deep end from Deetron at Roof FM
Chunky, bouncy mix with plenty o' woodblock from Claude Von Stroke at Get the Curse
Wonderful, lush meditation music from Don Cherry at defunct-looking blog Treehouse
Souped-up MOR (check it from 30 minutes in) from Deepsoul3 at Talking In Stereo
Dive into the ocean with the clean, crisp sounds of Donato Dozzy at Bleep43

Get diffuse against the machine!

Friday, December 18, 2009

Saturday, December 05, 2009

Summer 2009 mix



Summer 2009 mix

My 32C mix was only downloaded 9 times! You're having a Rory McGrath! Hope this proves more popular...


1.Almost Cut My Hair DAVID CROSBY
2.Wild Wind SHOCKING BLUE
3.State Trooper BRUCE SPRINGSTEEN
4.Tonight Will Be Fine LEONARD COHEN
5.Like I Like It AURRA / TIMMY REGISFORD
6.Sunshine NANCY WILSON
7.Whatcha Gonna Do BLAZE
8.Funktion ROY DAVIS JR & JAY JUNIEL
9.Bill Colector TRANKILOU
10.Finally KINGS OF TOMORROW / DANNY KRIVIT
11.Are U Using Me? LUTHER VANDROSS / M.A.W.
12.Time After Time (Montreux 89) MILES DAVIS
13.King Of Sorrow SADE

Image is 'Nude Street' by Tatiana Sardá at Flickr

Tuesday, December 01, 2009

Rec Creation








Some proper far out 60s shit at Zero G Sound
Deep moody minimal techno at Acrocosm
Utterly charming chanseuse Melody Gardot at amazing bootleg source Big O
A mix for the whippersnappers from obscure DJ SOS one of whose mixes I heard being played very loudly in Selfridges as I was buying overpriced clothes with my overdraft. Find his electro house mash mixes at House-mixes
Finally something completely different from Steinski at WFMU - a mix of old-style US preachers!

Monday, November 16, 2009

Black Gardenia R.I.P.










Farewell to the Black Gardenia who will hopefully find a new venue for their brand of retro sleaze, evidenced by these photos I got off their myspace. Paloma Faith supported by Mika Doo played them out. Well done Zimon and Jake and co for creating a true underground hovel and conjuring up the old school spirit of Soho.

Wednesday, November 04, 2009

Recommended Mix



Must mention this fine mix which has been standing out for me over the last few weeks on the commute. I found it on Infinite State Machine and it's by Toby Frith, who's part of (or possibly the main man at) Bleep43, a site I will now one day check out. It's a retro-fresh Italo-y treat though I found it a bit slow to start though so I suggest getting in at 15 minutes or so. Here mix. Um enjoy um.

Sunday, October 04, 2009

Viva La Felicità

Sunday, August 16, 2009

Right On




Honey Owens, a JOMF associate and leader of the group Valet. Proper on it. (Sorry, embedding didn't work)

http://revision3.com/xlr8rtv/valet/

And... listen to We Went There by Valet on Last FM

Just discovering Last FM though I've now 'run out of plays' on this track. I prefer straightforward illegal filesharing!! Though Last FM is another way to get deeper underground and deeper.

Also, you can get three Valet tracks over at Unconscious Repeat

Tuesday, July 14, 2009

32C At 1015pm 16.06.08


32C at 1015pm 16.06.08

1. The Brooklyn Bridge Blues ERIC ANDERSEN
2. Reflections BILL CONTI
3. And I Love Him SHIRLEY HORN
4. Free (Acapella) ULTRA NATE
5. Love Honey MAN FRIDAY
6. The Main Thing ROXY MUSIC / RUB N TUG
7. Chateau Mandourelle MIA
8. Jailbird PRIMAL SCREAM / ANDREW WEATHERALL
9. When The World Is Running Down THE POLICE / DIFFERENT GEAR
10. Don't Forget About Us MARIAH CAREY / QUENTIN HARRIS
11. I'm Doing Fine MOODYMANN & AMP FIDDLER
12. Michael (Love From San Fancisco Mix) ROY DAVIS JR
13. Desire ULTRA NATE / KERRI CHANDLER
14. After Laughter (Comes Tears) WENDY RENE
15. Mania De Peitão SEU JORGE

The photo is from evinoryan88 at Flickr

This is a mix I made over a year ago in Spain. It's a companion piece to this slightly earlier mix and also a good representation of what I was listening to during my last couple of months and what I played during a great, relaxed, post-beach party session at my friend's beachside house.
I've gone over to the dark side and I'm using Rapidshare on this one so give me a heads up on how it works. It's a bit of a trial run actually - as I think I still haven't completely worked out how to do it. Comments always welcome, this time more than ever!

Saturday, July 11, 2009

Jackie Under My Skin



Far and away my favourite band right now is Jackie O Motherfucker who I saw last night at Cafe Oto in Dalston in East London (the bit right next to North).
Cafe Oto is a fairly new venue, a space that it is just the right size for sonic exploration to a receptive audience (capacity about 200) and a great sound system. It has an excellently peaceful, thoughtful vibe and an authentic Japanese kitchen. I will definitely return to check out other acts there.
JOMF embody the spirit of music for me. Emotional, experimental, at times abrasive, at times melodic, celebratory, plaintive, melodic, all of these things. They create a wall of sound or perhaps more appropriately an ocean of sound. Within this ocean are recognisable pockets of sound - folk, country, shoegazing, psychedelic, prog rock, punk, funk. But the overall effect of it is uniquely JOMF. As every Renoir painting is, no matter what Renoir had originally intended to paint, uniquely Renoir (what's the name of that phenomenon, silent audience?)
Powerdove was the first support with her beautiful voice, mastery of acoustic guitar (though slow it was some Paco de Lucia shit and so different to when someone just strums) and genuine feeling. The audience was (mostly) humbled into a reverent silence. She and we were all naked together in a warm, shining, gently humming, softly smelling way.
Then came one of the JOMF guys in a solo project. I forget the name. Distorted-sounding blues, kind of raggedy and shouty but pretty good. Reminded me of the electronic and shouty Suicide stuff.
JOMF then came on. They're often described as a 'loose collective' so I don't know how representative this line-up was, but from the closeness of the music I heard that night to the recorded works, I would guess pretty close. They had an assortment of instruments, pedals and assorted bits of technology cobbled together like an piece of found art. You could tell this collection of shit has quite organically grown to its current jumble over the years. At first - and again at several times throughout the set - the band (except the drummer) tested, probed, whispered to and fiddled with their gadgets like stoned scientists, always tweaking that sound a little more JOMFwards.
JOMF is, I guess, pretty much Tom Greenwood. Gangly, nerdy, big glasses in a blue baseball jacket, he limboed before two microphones tied together, dropping occasionally recognisable lyrics into the ocean of sound. Meanwhile the previous solo act was on bass, another dude on dreams (real drums though there was some looped shit happening too) and another was on slide guitar, though he switched to a guitar which he held upside down on the ground to get some floor vibration sounds(?) The slide guitar sound works so well in this context, like the faint strains of a country station dropping into some weird interference as you take a romantic night drive over Arizona highways. Lynchian and Wendersian road movie imagery abounded in my mind during the set. They played about three 'pieces' within which they drifted in and out of recognizable 'songs' from their oeuvre.
It was an astonishingly good concert. I realise my mind has been opened by drug use, exposure to weird music and no doubt some genetic predelictions too but I really think they're one of the greatest bands of all time. The music manages to be ambient and rhythmic at the same time, new forms and new sonic experiences are constantly dropped into the mix.
'Writing about music is like dancing about architecture' So apparently said Frank Zappa and I tend to concur. However, JOMF hit the heights for me and I feel beholden to show my appreciation and spread the word.
Footnote: On my way to a friend's barbecue the next day I was walking around Hammersmith where I saw a very tiny stage set up in front of the Lyric theatre there. A four piece comprising members of The Holloway Brothers, Coomassie and The Egg were playing the funkiest, weirdest, wickedest jam which sounded like 5000 Light Years From Home crossed with the jam bit of Riders On The Storm but more upbeat. Fucking awesome. There was a guy attached to a 12 foot puppet running around with some kids for awhile but it was mostly just me (under my umbrella) in the audience. Disgraceful. If I was running things I'd put some good-trip drugs in the Hammersmith water supply.

Monday, July 06, 2009

Pelachica








Works by Nam Jun Paik, Basquiat, Man Ray, Thomas Hirschorn and Nan Goldin at Pelachica

Thursday, July 02, 2009

Thursday, June 25, 2009

Kieran Hebden And Steve Reid


Wonderful performance by knob twiddler Kieran Hedben (aka Four Tet) and old jazz soldier, the drummer Steve Reid, on Saturday 20th June at the Ornette Coleman Meltdown festival in the Queen Elizabeth Hall on London's South Bank.
They've been collaborating for a while (check their site) and the experiment is mutating interestingly. Hebden's complete technical mastery - not to mention his penchant for the off-centre, melodic and pleasantly downbeat - created amazing new forms out of the already virtuoso sonic explorations of Reid and saxophonist Mats Gustafsson.

Music reflects mood, perhaps none more so than jazz. This is why I think a lot of contemporary jazz sounds isolated and icy as these days jazz is seen as something intellectual, a minority interest, the preserve of misfits. Contrast this with, say, the energy of Blakey's band in Paris in '58. So full of life, meaning, relevance and vibrancy. But Hebden and Reid (and Gustafsson) have, on this evidence, found a place for the endless conversation of jazz to become vital again. Let us hope that there will be an audience for this stuff too. Unfortunately, the crowd was pretty docile on the night and quite a few left early. Fucked up, but it was a great set anyway.

Monday, June 15, 2009

Roll The Dice by Charles Bukowski



if you’re going to try, go all the
way.
otherwise, don’t even start.

if you’re going to try, go all the
way. this could mean losing girlfriends,
wives, relatives, jobs and
maybe your mind.

go all the way.
it could mean not eating for 3 or
4 days.
it could mean freezing on a
park bench.
it could mean jail,
it could mean derision,
mockery,
isolation.
isolation is the gift,
all the others are a test of your
endurance, of
how much you really want to
do it.
and you’ll do it
despite rejection and the
worst odds
and it will be better than
anything else
you can imagine.

if you’re going to try,
go all the way.
there is no other feeling like
that.
you will be alone with the
gods
and the nights will flame with
fire.

do it, do it, do it.
do it.

all the way
all the way.
you will ride life straight to
perfect laughter,
it’s the only good fight
there is.

Friday, June 05, 2009

Art and Music





The piece is by Alkan, the picture is "La répétition" by Edgar Degas from 1873.

Saturday, May 30, 2009

Rough Draft Of A Letter By Georges Perec



I think of you, often
sometimes I go back into a cafe, I sit near the door, I order a coffee
I arrange my packet of cigarettes, a box of matches, a writing pad, my felt-tip pen on the fake marble table
I spend a long time stirring my cup of coffee with the teaspoon (yet I don't put any sugar in my coffee, I drink it allowing the sugar to melt in my mouth, like the people of the North, like the Russians and Poles when they drink tea)
I pretend to be preoccupied, to be reflecting, as if I had a decision to make
At the top and to the right of the sheet of paper, I inscribe the date, sometimes the place, sometimes the time, I pretend to be writing a letter

I write slowly, very slowly, I write as slowly as I can, I trace, I draw each letter, each accent, I check the punctuation marks

I stare attentively at a small notice, the price-list for ice creams, at a piece of ironwork, a blind, the hexagonal ashtray (in actual fact, it's an equilateral triangle, in the cutoff corners of which semi-circular dents have been made where cigarettes can be rested)

(...)

Outside there's a bit of sunlight
the cafe is nearly empty
two renovators' men are having a rum at the bar, the owner is dozing behind his till, the waitress is cleaning the coffee machine

I am thinking of you,
you are walking in your street, it's wintertime, you've turned up your foxfur collar, you're smiling, and remote

(...)

Chapter 4 of 'The Street' from 'Species Of Spaces' (1974) by Georges Perec

Thursday, May 14, 2009

Tony

Saturday, April 25, 2009

Kim Noble / Noble & Silver E1



Last weekend I saw Kim Noble Will Die at the Soho Theatre. I thought it was an awesome show but it will not be for everyone. Difficult to categorize - it is a personal piece that is at times sad and shocking and which also pushes boundaries of taste (truly 'avante-garde') - but I also found it brilliantly, cathartically funny. I've rarely laughed so heartily and sincerely at any kind of media in my life. Maybe it means I'm fucked up too, but hey. Here's a preview/interview and a review to give you a flavour and check out his website too.

And further to my earlier post on his now (hopefully not permanently?) defunct double act with Stuart Silver here is the first episode of the superlative Noble and Silver TV series which I just found on Youtube.





Tuesday, April 07, 2009

Betty Boop

Just a little bloggin' early in the evening...

I've been off the mp3 trail big time. No PC in my room now so even my Facebook bullshit is mostly conducted in Internet cafes. My top 5 'celebrity crushes' are Gina Gershon, Marisa Tomei, Beyonce, Monica Bellucci and Rosario Dawson, in case you were wondering...

I've been thinking about posting this for awhile, three genius Betty Boop cartoons. If you only watch one, watch the first one, 'Snow White'. Every time I show it to friends (twice and counting) they fidget uncomfortably for the first 2 or 3 minutes but I tell them to give it a chance because it gets really freaky and cool.



Here's another, 'M.D.'



And here's a third, 'Minnie The Moocher', featuring (as did the first) a song with vocals by Cab Calloway



They were smoking some good shit in the early 30s, huh?