Saturday, September 18, 2010
The Poppy Family - Which Way You Goin' Billy? [1969 - Canada]
Sunday, September 5, 2010
Thursday, August 26, 2010
Gabriel García Márquez - One Hundreds Years of Solitude [1967 - Colombia]
“Go away,” she said voicelessly.
Aureliano, smiled, picked her up by the waist with both hands like a pot of begonias, and dropped her on her back on the bed. With a brutal tug he pulled off her bathrobe before she had time to resist and he loomed over an abyss of newly washed nudity whose skin color, lines of fuzz, and hidden moles had all been imagined in the shadows of the other rooms. Amaranta Úrsula defended herself sincerely with the astuteness of a wise woman, weaseling her slippery, flexible, and fragrant weasel's body as she tried to knee him in the kidneys and scorpion his face with her nails, but without either of them giving a gasp that might not have been taken for that breathing of a person watching the meager April sunset through the open window. It was a fierce fight, a battle to the death, but it seemed to be without violence because it consisted of distorted attacks and ghostly evasions, slow, cautious, solemn, so that during it all there was time for the petunias to bloom and for Gaston to forget about his aviator's dream in the next room, as if they were two enemy lovers seeking reconciliation at the bottom of an aquarium. In the heat of that savage and ceremonious struggle, Amaranta Úrsula understood that her meticulous silence was so irrational that it could awaken the suspicions of her nearby hus-band much more than the sound of warfare that they were trying to avoid. Then she began to laugh with her lips tight together, without giving up the fight, but defending herself with false bites and deweaseling her body little by little until they both were conscious of being adversaries and accomplices at the same time and the affray degenerated into a conventional gambol and the attacks became caresses. Suddenly, almost playfully, like one more bit of mischief, Amaranta Úrsula dropped her defense, and when she tried to recover, frightened by what she herself had made possible, it was too late. A great commotion immobilized her in her center of gravity, planted her in her place, and her defensive will was demolished by the irresistible anxiety to discover what the orange whistles and the invisible globes on the other side of death were like. She barely had time to reach out her hand and grope for the towel to put a gag between her teeth so that she would not let out the cat howls that were already tearing at her insides.
Aureliano, smiled, picked her up by the waist with both hands like a pot of begonias, and dropped her on her back on the bed. With a brutal tug he pulled off her bathrobe before she had time to resist and he loomed over an abyss of newly washed nudity whose skin color, lines of fuzz, and hidden moles had all been imagined in the shadows of the other rooms. Amaranta Úrsula defended herself sincerely with the astuteness of a wise woman, weaseling her slippery, flexible, and fragrant weasel's body as she tried to knee him in the kidneys and scorpion his face with her nails, but without either of them giving a gasp that might not have been taken for that breathing of a person watching the meager April sunset through the open window. It was a fierce fight, a battle to the death, but it seemed to be without violence because it consisted of distorted attacks and ghostly evasions, slow, cautious, solemn, so that during it all there was time for the petunias to bloom and for Gaston to forget about his aviator's dream in the next room, as if they were two enemy lovers seeking reconciliation at the bottom of an aquarium. In the heat of that savage and ceremonious struggle, Amaranta Úrsula understood that her meticulous silence was so irrational that it could awaken the suspicions of her nearby hus-band much more than the sound of warfare that they were trying to avoid. Then she began to laugh with her lips tight together, without giving up the fight, but defending herself with false bites and deweaseling her body little by little until they both were conscious of being adversaries and accomplices at the same time and the affray degenerated into a conventional gambol and the attacks became caresses. Suddenly, almost playfully, like one more bit of mischief, Amaranta Úrsula dropped her defense, and when she tried to recover, frightened by what she herself had made possible, it was too late. A great commotion immobilized her in her center of gravity, planted her in her place, and her defensive will was demolished by the irresistible anxiety to discover what the orange whistles and the invisible globes on the other side of death were like. She barely had time to reach out her hand and grope for the towel to put a gag between her teeth so that she would not let out the cat howls that were already tearing at her insides.
Wednesday, June 30, 2010
Shadow Music of Thailand
To celebrate my upcoming trip to Thailand, here's an interesting compilation of Thailand's very own Shadow music. Shadow Music, named after the popular British instrumental group The Shadows, is the name given to a brief musical happening that occured in Southeast Asia in the 50s and 60s- primarily in Bangkok. Like the Shadows, Shadow music is dominantly instrumental, however it's a cool combination of south Asian and western musical elements. Check it out.
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Sunday, June 27, 2010
Check out Bobby Blunt- a very talented and hard-working MC. He'll be on my new album coming out sometime this fall.
http://bobbyblunt.bandcamp.com/album/the-soupbowl-sessions-vol-2
and
http://www.myspace.com/olsoul7
http://bobbyblunt.bandcamp.com/album/the-soupbowl-sessions-vol-2
and
http://www.myspace.com/olsoul7
Friday, June 25, 2010
Celebrations
Watch my weird movie.
Shot on B&W Super 16mm on a 1940s Bell & Howell Filmo camera.
Set to the song "Celebrations" by Rod McKuen.
Celebrations from clark barclay on Vimeo.
Shot on B&W Super 16mm on a 1940s Bell & Howell Filmo camera.
Set to the song "Celebrations" by Rod McKuen.
Celebrations from clark barclay on Vimeo.
Thursday, June 24, 2010
Cam'ron feat. Juelz Santana - Hey Ma
sing along...
Hey ma, what's up, let's slide, all right, all right
And we gonna get it on tonight
You smoke, I smoke, I drink, me too, well good
Cause we gonna get high tonight
Got drops, got Coups, got Trucks, got jeeps, all right
Cause we gonna take a ride tonight
So ma, what's up, let's slide, all right, all right
And we gonna get it on tonight
Yo, Now I was downtown clubbin', ladies night
Seen shorty she was crazy right
And I approach baby like
Ma, What's your age and type?
She looked at me and said you's a baby right
I told her, I'm 18 and live a crazy life
Plus I'll tell you what the 80's like
And I know what the ladies like
Need a man that's polite, listens and takes advice
I could be all three, plus I can lay the pipe
Come with me come stay the night
She looked at me laughin', like boy your game is tight
I'm laughin' back like show you're right
Get in the Car
And don't touch nothing, sit in the car
Let discuss Somethin'
Either we lovin' or I'll see you tomorrow
Now we speeding up the Westside
Hand creepin' up her left side, I'm ready to do it
Ready to bone, ready for dome
55th exit, damn, damn, already we home
Now let's get it on
Hey ma, what's up, let's slide, all right, all right
And we gonna get it on tonight
You smoke, I smoke, I drink, me too, well good
Cause we gonna get high tonight
Got drops, got Coups, got Trucks, got jeeps, all right
Cause we gonna take a ride tonight
So ma, what's up, let's slide, all right, all right
And we gonna get it on tonight
Hey ma, what's up, let's slide, all right, all right
And we gonna get it on tonight
You smoke, I smoke, I drink, me too, well good
Cause we gonna get high tonight
Got drops, got Coups, got Trucks, got jeeps, all right
Cause we gonna take a ride tonight
So ma, what's up, let's slide, all right, all right
And we gonna get it on tonight
Yo, Now I was downtown clubbin', ladies night
Seen shorty she was crazy right
And I approach baby like
Ma, What's your age and type?
She looked at me and said you's a baby right
I told her, I'm 18 and live a crazy life
Plus I'll tell you what the 80's like
And I know what the ladies like
Need a man that's polite, listens and takes advice
I could be all three, plus I can lay the pipe
Come with me come stay the night
She looked at me laughin', like boy your game is tight
I'm laughin' back like show you're right
Get in the Car
And don't touch nothing, sit in the car
Let discuss Somethin'
Either we lovin' or I'll see you tomorrow
Now we speeding up the Westside
Hand creepin' up her left side, I'm ready to do it
Ready to bone, ready for dome
55th exit, damn, damn, already we home
Now let's get it on
Hey ma, what's up, let's slide, all right, all right
And we gonna get it on tonight
You smoke, I smoke, I drink, me too, well good
Cause we gonna get high tonight
Got drops, got Coups, got Trucks, got jeeps, all right
Cause we gonna take a ride tonight
So ma, what's up, let's slide, all right, all right
And we gonna get it on tonight
Now That I got a girl, my ex wanna holla and spit
Told me to acknowledge her quick
She like Cam stop frontin'
On that Dave Hollister Tip
Come over lets swallow and sip
I'm like momma that's it
I promise you dick, usually have a problem with chicks
They all say I'm rotten and rich
But not her, booby's real
High heel dooby feel, plus got them Gucci nails,
You a cutie still, and this my down girl too
Ain't no groupie deal
We left the movies with Uzies, Suzuki wheels,
To the Jacuzzi, I tell you my booby's real
I mean she do be winning, luey spinning
Go to the crib she got the Gucci linen'
I see boo be grinning
She looked and said Cam, I know that you be sinning
Naw, I'm a changed man, look at the range ma'am
I got a whole new game plan
Looked and said that's nothing but game Cam
She was right; she was up in the Range man
Dropped her off at the L, now I'm flippin' the cell
That's right I had to call up L
You L, what up, I hit, what else, plus dome, say word
And we got it on tonight
Told me to acknowledge her quick
She like Cam stop frontin'
On that Dave Hollister Tip
Come over lets swallow and sip
I'm like momma that's it
I promise you dick, usually have a problem with chicks
They all say I'm rotten and rich
But not her, booby's real
High heel dooby feel, plus got them Gucci nails,
You a cutie still, and this my down girl too
Ain't no groupie deal
We left the movies with Uzies, Suzuki wheels,
To the Jacuzzi, I tell you my booby's real
I mean she do be winning, luey spinning
Go to the crib she got the Gucci linen'
I see boo be grinning
She looked and said Cam, I know that you be sinning
Naw, I'm a changed man, look at the range ma'am
I got a whole new game plan
Looked and said that's nothing but game Cam
She was right; she was up in the Range man
Dropped her off at the L, now I'm flippin' the cell
That's right I had to call up L
You L, what up, I hit, what else, plus dome, say word
And we got it on tonight
Hey ma, what's up, let's slide, all right, all right
And we gonna get it on tonight
You smoke, I smoke, I drink, me too, well good
Cause we gonna get high tonight
Got drops, got Coups, got Trucks, got jeeps, all right
Cause we gonna take a ride tonight
So ma, what's up, let's slide, all right, all right
And we gonna get it on tonight
And we gonna get it on tonight
You smoke, I smoke, I drink, me too, well good
Cause we gonna get high tonight
Got drops, got Coups, got Trucks, got jeeps, all right
Cause we gonna take a ride tonight
So ma, what's up, let's slide, all right, all right
And we gonna get it on tonight
Monday, June 21, 2010
Emily Dickinson #23 [1858]
I had a guinea golden-
I lost it in the sand-
And tho' the sum was simple
And pounds were in the hand-
Still, had it such a value
Unto my frugal eye-
That when I could not find it-
I sat down to sigh.
I had a crimson Robin-
Who sang full many a day
But when the woods were painted,
He, too, did fly away-
Time brought me other Robins-
Their ballads were the same-
Still, for my missing Troubadour
I kept the "house at hame."
I had a star in heaven-
One "Pleiad" was its name-
And when I was not heeding,
It wandered from the same.
And tho' the skies are crowded-
And all the night ashine-
I do not care about it-
Since none of them are mine.
My story has a moral-
I have a missing friend-
"Pleiad" its name, and Robin,
And guinea in the sand.
And when this mournful ditty
Accompanied with tear-
Shall meet the eye of traitor
In country far from here-
Grant that repentance solemn
May seize upon his mind-
And he no consolation
Beneath the sun may find.
I lost it in the sand-
And tho' the sum was simple
And pounds were in the hand-
Still, had it such a value
Unto my frugal eye-
That when I could not find it-
I sat down to sigh.
I had a crimson Robin-
Who sang full many a day
But when the woods were painted,
He, too, did fly away-
Time brought me other Robins-
Their ballads were the same-
Still, for my missing Troubadour
I kept the "house at hame."
I had a star in heaven-
One "Pleiad" was its name-
And when I was not heeding,
It wandered from the same.
And tho' the skies are crowded-
And all the night ashine-
I do not care about it-
Since none of them are mine.
My story has a moral-
I have a missing friend-
"Pleiad" its name, and Robin,
And guinea in the sand.
And when this mournful ditty
Accompanied with tear-
Shall meet the eye of traitor
In country far from here-
Grant that repentance solemn
May seize upon his mind-
And he no consolation
Beneath the sun may find.
Friday, June 18, 2010
Jr. Walker & The Allstars - Greatest Hits [1969 - USA]
Feel good jams perfect for bringing in the sunny summer. Here'r the hits from one of the greatest Motown groups. If Jr. Walker is not already part of your regular listening routine, you seriously got to get with it.
here
here
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
The Firesign Theatre - How Can You Be in Two Places at Once When You're Not Anywhere at All [1969 - USA]
Here's the my dad's second request.
The Firesign Theatre is a comedy troupe that started back in the 60s in Los Angeles. When listening to this album, I seem to recognize some of these famous character voices, you might too. The comedy is pretty slapstick yet witty as hell- they seem to pull a pun out of every word.
Enjoy this silly selection in C minus.
download
Wednesday, June 9, 2010
Discover the samples behind hip-hop hits by Jay-Z, The Pharcyde, and Sublime on this weeks Way Back Wednesday!
Tuesday, June 8, 2010
And Then...Along Comes The Association [1966 - USA]
My pops made a deal with me that he'd give me a big box of his LPs as long as I convert four of his favorite records into CDs. So, I'm going to put them up here over the next week or so. Here's the first of them.
From the liner notes:
Some people think musicians are weird, and many would think The Association weird.
...But then it's the creative people who keep the world from being one gigantic Dow Jones average...people like The Association who are really adding something worthwhile to today's music scene.
The Association has been called the first "show-rock" group around today- which means they can play bluer than The Rolling Stones: harder hard-rock than The Raiders, and put more folk into folk music than the Kingston Trio- and they still come out with their own unique sound...
- Phyllis Burgess, Entertainment Editor, 'TEEN Magazine
enjoy
Saturday, May 29, 2010
Marvin Gaye - Mercy, Mercy Me (The Ecology)
sing along...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U9BA6fFGMjI
Mercy mercy me
Things ain't what they used to be, no no
Where did all the blue skies go?
Poison is the wind that blows from the north and south and east
Mercy mercy me
Things ain't what they used to be, no no
Radiation under ground and in the sky
Animals and birds who live nearby are dying
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U9BA6fFGMjI
Mercy mercy me
Things ain't what they used to be, no no
Where did all the blue skies go?
Poison is the wind that blows from the north and south and east
Mercy mercy me
Things ain't what they used to be, no no
Radiation under ground and in the sky
Animals and birds who live nearby are dying
Mercy mercy me
Things ain't what they used to be
What about this overcrowded land?
How much more abuse from man can she stand?
Tuesday, May 25, 2010
Thursday, May 13, 2010
Be sure to check out "Way Back Wednesday"- a new weekly series I'm doing with Yours Truly featuring strictly vinyl rips of amazing music. This week is Dionne Warwick, Hugh Masekela, Buddy Miles, and O.V. Wright.
yourstruly.us
yourstruly.us
Tuesday, May 11, 2010
Monday, May 10, 2010
Pierre Bachelet & Merve Roy - Emmanuelle (OST) [1974 - France]
Who else samples 1970s erotic film soundtracks? None other than Grammy award winning super producer Mark Ronson; the man behind such acts as Amy Winehouse, ODB, Ghostface Killah, Nas, Kaiser Chiefs, Macy Gray, Robbie Williams, and Christina Aguilera- to name a few. Off this record, he uses the piano melody from the opening song "Emmanuelle In the Mirror" in "The Littlest Things" which he produced for Lily Allen.
Labels:
Emmanuelle,
France,
Lily Allen,
Merve Roy,
Pierre Bachelet
Tuesday, May 4, 2010
Saturday, May 1, 2010
Unknown - Deep Throat (Soundtrack) [1972 - USA]
It's funny how porno films from back in the day actually, often, had good music. Here's a great soundtrack from one of the most famous adult films of all time, Deep Throat. Funny thing about this soundtrack is the composer or composers are unknown- my guess is that they simply didn't want their friends or family to know- but why didn't they just use a pseudonym (like many people in the adult film biz)?. As for you beat-makers, they're plenty of dope samples on here- I've cut up a bunch of this myself.
Enjoy
Saturday, April 24, 2010
Emily Dickinson - #280 [1896]
I felt a Funeral, in my Brain,
And Mourners to and fro
Kept treading - treading - till it seemed
That Sense was breaking through -
And when they all were seated,
A Service, like a Drum -
Kept beating - beating - till I thought
My Mind was going numb -
And then I heard them lift a Box
And creak across my Soul
With those Boots of Lead, again,
Then Space - began to toll,
As all the Heavens were a Bell,
And Being, but an Ear,
And I, and Silence, some strange Race
Wrecked, solitary, here -
And then a Plank in Reason, broke,
And I dropped down, and down -
And hit a World, at every plunge,
And Finished knowing - then -
And Mourners to and fro
Kept treading - treading - till it seemed
That Sense was breaking through -
And when they all were seated,
A Service, like a Drum -
Kept beating - beating - till I thought
My Mind was going numb -
And then I heard them lift a Box
And creak across my Soul
With those Boots of Lead, again,
Then Space - began to toll,
As all the Heavens were a Bell,
And Being, but an Ear,
And I, and Silence, some strange Race
Wrecked, solitary, here -
And then a Plank in Reason, broke,
And I dropped down, and down -
And hit a World, at every plunge,
And Finished knowing - then -
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
Hugo Díaz - Lo mejor de Hugo Díaz [1967 - Argentina]
You 'aint ever heard harmonica shredding like this before. Prep yourself for the king of the harp hailing all the way from Argentina. Hugo's capable of playing all sort of styles but my favorite jams are the zambas and tangos. Here's a collection of his more "known" tunes. Oh, and did I mention he's blind?!
Wow
Wow
Thursday, April 8, 2010
Eder Espejo [2010]
Some awesome 360 degree panorama photographs my buddy Eder recently shot in Guadalajara, Mexico. Click the images to see them LARGER.
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
The Incredible String Band - The 5000 Spirits or the Layers of the Onion [1967 - Ireland]
and the water it got stoney and the stones got watered too.
So I mixed my feet with water just to see what could be seen
and the water it got dirty and the feet they got quite clean.
- From my favorite tune on this album "No Sleep Blues".
If you're like me, and not the biggest follower of psychedelic folk music, I hope you surprise your tastes with this one. I was immediatly impressed by these guys' incredibly skillful playing ability and complex arrangements in the recordings. I also really dig the bluegrass edge and drunken Irish vocals.
Sunday, March 7, 2010
Shel Silverstein - Invention [1974]
I've done it, I've done it!
Guess what I've done!
Invented a light that plugs into the sun.
The sun is bright enough,
The bulb is strong enough,
But, oh, there's only one thing wrong...
The cord ain't long enough!
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
El Congreso [1971 - Chile]
I love finding new Chilean music, especially nueva canción. Thanks again to Hippy-DJkit for posting this. This is one of those albums I was immediatley blown away by the second I popped it in my stereo. True to nueva canción, El congreso fuses ethnic Chilean music with electric western styles, utilizing both cultures' instruments. Among them, my favorite is the zampoña (pan flutes). One thing I noticed about this album, is that it's the only nueva canción group I've heard that switch between playing the zampoña in an Andean and western jazz style, whereas other groups tend to stick to playing them just in the traditional Andean way. Their mastery of both culture's instruments allow them to seamlessly maneuver from the spiritual sounds of their people to funky flavors of today. The opening track is a perfect example of what I'm talking about. I hope you like it!
Enjoy
Saturday, February 13, 2010
Graff in Chile
Here'r some flicks I took during my stay in Chile. They got some unique styles of their own going on down there.
Valparaíso
Valparaíso
Valparaíso
Valparaíso
Santiago
Pez (Barcelona, Spain) in Viña del Mar
Santiago
Santiago
Santiago
Santiago
Santiago
Valparaíso
Santiago
Santiago
La Serena
Santiago
Santiago
Santiago
Santiago
Santiago
Santiago
Santiago
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
The Grouch - I've Got More
I wished that you were lying.
I heard the news and I've been crying.
No one's eyeing really.
I remember feeling like yesterday.
I hate that phrase, plus the way you hear about it.
Like you remember so and so? Used to be down with so and so?
They had to go.
You won't ever see them at another show.
I know his brother- his mother, she can barely take it.
You said, she shakes and stays awake at night feeling touch his room.
If only he had made a right instead, it would be one less dead that we knew.
One more dead on the road.
One less pool on the curb.
I'm disturbed-
It just occured to me, last time we spoke I didn't hear a word or see.
I could have been around that day.
I guess I saw the positive note in a way.
I quote what he'd say, then dream about him too.
Sometimes wake up thinking it was all cool.
But all fools know that feeling whether accident to cap peelin'.
Sealed in fate, you got a date at the front gate pearly.
Time waits for no man, and it's never not early to expire.
I feel the fire on my ass, cuz every time I turn around someone to close they gotta pass.
Someone too close they gotta pass away.
If death shall come knockin' at my door today, tell him muthafucka leave cuz I got more to say.
I know that flesh may be weak and every man's got his time, but please don't take mine.
Please don't take mine.
Now how many people go out like they planned to?
Answer, probably none- leave how they come.
Beautiful and peaceful, don't see that too often.
Can't soften the pain.
You can barely get out a blood stain on a rug.
But you're just a name quick.
You make more friends dead then when you're alive and fit.
Start gettin' tattoos and shit they bitin'-
Claiming you were best pals, looking for their name up in your writings.
Family wants heirlooms, and everyone starts thinking about their doom-
and stops living dangerous for a month.
After that it's back to blunts and no seatbelts.
Flowers on your grave dying- only your mother's still weak still crying.
Until that day I think about it and dread it.
Try and do as much as I can so I won't regret it.
Hoping that my family and my friends out last me-
and I live to be 93 and find the key to why I be alive.
If death shall come knockin' at my door today, tell him muthafucka leave cuz I got more to say.
I heard the news and I've been crying.
No one's eyeing really.
I remember feeling like yesterday.
I hate that phrase, plus the way you hear about it.
Like you remember so and so? Used to be down with so and so?
They had to go.
You won't ever see them at another show.
I know his brother- his mother, she can barely take it.
You said, she shakes and stays awake at night feeling touch his room.
If only he had made a right instead, it would be one less dead that we knew.
One more dead on the road.
One less pool on the curb.
I'm disturbed-
It just occured to me, last time we spoke I didn't hear a word or see.
I could have been around that day.
I guess I saw the positive note in a way.
I quote what he'd say, then dream about him too.
Sometimes wake up thinking it was all cool.
But all fools know that feeling whether accident to cap peelin'.
Sealed in fate, you got a date at the front gate pearly.
Time waits for no man, and it's never not early to expire.
I feel the fire on my ass, cuz every time I turn around someone to close they gotta pass.
Someone too close they gotta pass away.
If death shall come knockin' at my door today, tell him muthafucka leave cuz I got more to say.
I know that flesh may be weak and every man's got his time, but please don't take mine.
Please don't take mine.
Now how many people go out like they planned to?
Answer, probably none- leave how they come.
Beautiful and peaceful, don't see that too often.
Can't soften the pain.
You can barely get out a blood stain on a rug.
But you're just a name quick.
You make more friends dead then when you're alive and fit.
Start gettin' tattoos and shit they bitin'-
Claiming you were best pals, looking for their name up in your writings.
Family wants heirlooms, and everyone starts thinking about their doom-
and stops living dangerous for a month.
After that it's back to blunts and no seatbelts.
Flowers on your grave dying- only your mother's still weak still crying.
Until that day I think about it and dread it.
Try and do as much as I can so I won't regret it.
Hoping that my family and my friends out last me-
and I live to be 93 and find the key to why I be alive.
If death shall come knockin' at my door today, tell him muthafucka leave cuz I got more to say.
I know that flesh may be weak and every man's got his time, but please don't take mine. Please don't take mine.
Thursday, February 4, 2010
The Persuaders - Thin Line Between Love and Hate [1972 - USA]
This is one of my all time favorite soul albums. If you're not familiar with the group, you might recognize their hit song "Thin Line Between Love and Hate." But, all songs on this album are amazing- not just the performance but the production as well- knockin drums, creative instrumentation and structures, complex background vocals and harmonies (a Poindexter brothers trademark), touching lyrics- simply great music.
I'm just waiting for someone to do something with "Love Gonna Pack Up"- I've tried and tried, but can't quite get it right. It sounds heavy sped up- kinda Kanye-chipmunk style.
a must hear
Friday, January 29, 2010
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
Django Reinhardt - Djangology [1949 - Belgium]
Django was born January 23rd, 1910 in Liverchies, Belgium to a nomadic gypsy family. He started playing banjo and accordion at the age of twelve which eventually brought him to playing night spots around Paris. When he was 18, his caravan caught fire while he and his pregnant wife were in it. They both survived, but Django was left forever disfigured. Due to severe burns, his left leg became immobilized, and he lost movement in 2 fingers on his left hand. But Django didn't stop playing. Instead he developed a unique playing technique that not at all hindered his ability. In fact, he proved to play better than guitarists with all working fingers and soon captured the hearts and ears of audiences worldwide.
The recordings on this album are performed along with violinist Stéphane Grappelli back in 1949.
Celebrate 100 years of Django Reinhardt!
Thursday, January 21, 2010
Tom Caruana - Enter the Magical Mystery Chambers [2010 - England]

I caught word of this interesting mash-up album off my homie Will's super duper blog YoursTruly. It's hot off the press and free. Innovative UK producer/rapper/Tea Sea Record's owner Tom Caruana cleverly superimposes Wu-Tang members' a capellas over Beatles tunes. The result varies from straight dope to hilarious to chaotic.
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
Friday, January 15, 2010
James Kavanaugh - There are Men Too Gentle to Live Among Wolves [1970]
There are men too gentle to live among wolves
Who prey upon them with IBM eyes
And sell their hearts and guts for martinis at noon.
There are men to gentle for a savage world
Who dream instead of snow and children and Halloween
And wonder if leaves will change their color soon.
There are men too gentle to live among wolves
Who anoint them for burial with greedy claws
And murder them for a merchant's profit and gain.
There are men to gentle for a corporate world
Who dream instead of candied apples and ferris wheels
And pause to hear the distant whistle of a train.
There are men too gentle to live among wolves
Who devour them with eager appetite and search
For other men to prey upon and suck their childhood dry.
There are men too gentle for an accountant's world
Who dream instead of Easter eggs and fragrant grass
And search for beauty in the mystery of the sky.
There are men to gentle to live among wolves
Who toss them like a lost and wounded dove.
Such gentle men are lonely in a merchant's world
Unless they have a gentle one to love.
Sunday, January 10, 2010
Wednesday, January 6, 2010
Manfred Hübler & Siegfried Schwab - Vampyros Lesbos Sexadelic Dance Party [1971 - Germany, Spain]
Vampyros Lesbos is an erotic horror flick with both Spanish and German production credits. It's directed by Jesús "Jess" Franco (Count Dracula, 1970) and stars the gorgeous Soledad Mirando who sadly died in a car accident before the film was released.
Labels:
Germany,
Jess Franco,
Manfred Hübler,
Siegfried Schwa,
Soledad Miranda,
Spain
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