Heard this jam at the Daniele Baldelli Boiler Room x Red Stripe x LN-CC party last week.
“A power house of talent has descended on the orchard of Carnatic Music to make it resplendent in all its varied hues and nuances, weaving around it a magnetic field that not only sustains the audience interest but makes them crave for a little more of it. This sudden and brilliant outburst of musical wizardry is from the tender hands of Master Shrinivas who with a caress of the strings of the tiny instrument Mandolin sets the pace for a thoroughly enjoyable fare of Carnatic music that normally has come to be regarded as the preserve of a few savant grade senior musicians”.
there's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out but I'm too tough for him, I say, stay in there, I'm not going to let anybody see you. there's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out but I pour whiskey on him and inhale cigarette smoke and the whores and the bartenders and the grocery clerks never know that he's in there. there's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out but I'm too tough for him, I say, stay down, do you want to mess me up? you want to screw up the works? you want to blow my book sales in Europe? there's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out but I'm too clever, I only let him out at night sometimes when everybody's asleep. I say, I know that you're there, so don't be sad. then I put him back, but he's singing a little in there, I haven't quite let him die and we sleep together like that with our secret pact and it's nice enough to make a man weep, but I don't weep, do you?
posted by dom 2non at 30.8.12
I was chatting to my buddy Matt the other night about how there's very few good music videos these days. Here are a couple of new and old ones I've seen lately that I like...
Freddie Gibbs & Madlib - Shame
Antony and the Johnsons - Cut the World
Spiritualized - Little Girl
J. Cole - Who Dat?
Freddie Gibbs & Madlib - Shame
A film of sheer sound and fury, the uncompromising subject matter (it all but anticipates the race riots that engulfed inner cities soon after its 1980 release) and classic reggae soundtrack helped cement Babylon's reputation as one of the most powerful and historically significant documents about the black British experience ever made. "Dreads with cockney/patwa accents, none of this foe american nonsense you hear wafting along the streets today." - Via Afro Saxon
Jiro Bevis thinks he has the best taste in everything -- especially in music. While this may or may not be true, I really enjoy highlighting the holes in his otherwise encyclopaedic knowledge. The biggest hole, as I told him the other night, was that all his musical references are pre-1990; he knows nothing about new music. Or so I thought. Just got this email from the big man:
"Here you go, 21 new tracks, no shit rich fake hipster kids from London who have no jobs or talent, no major labels or shit indie labels funded by major labels, no bullshit marketing or hyped up crap from shit music sites, all independent labels making music the right way."
Download: New Shit
Young Marco - Moving Fast (Very Slowly)
Hatchback - Paradise Drive
Cos/Mes - Heavenly Trax' (Jonny Nash Remix)
Jahiliyya Fields - White Cabbage
Idjut Boys - One For Kenny
Soft Rocks - Wicker Man
Coloroma - Hapus
Kham Lingtsang Band - Solan
Sombrero Galaxy - Journey To The Centre of The Sun
Apiento - The Orange Place
Beautiful Swimmers - Excited
Alexis Le-Tan - Marathon Man
Roland Tings - Polo Sport
Sensual Beings - Detached Feelings
Slava - World of Spirits
Secret Circuit - Nebula Sphynx
Tom Noble - Malaco
Locussolus - Little Boots
Simoncino - Mystic Motion
Swimmers & Gang - Sexy
Run N Tug - All 4 You Instrumental
posted by dom 2non at 19.6.12
A friend of mine died of a heart attack last night. Andy Cameron was my Creative Director when I worked at Wieden + Kennedy. But more than that, he was a mentor, a collaborator, and fellow joker. I was already in awe of the man as he'd worked at the Italian art school Fabrica, who also put out Colors magazine, which was the magazine that made me want to get into magazines.
The first time I met Andy he told me he needed to get out of the office, so we went for a walk around Weaver's Fields. It was a sunny day and lots of people were sitting on the grass in the park, including a group of Somali women in burkas. As we walked by, we were both surprised to see that these women were drinking cans of Special Brew. Ordinarily silent and veiled, these ladies were shouting and spitting, pissed out of their covered-up heads. We were both so thrilled and inspired by this tiny act of rebellion that we bunked off to the pub and took the rest of the day off. Best boss I ever had.
I don't know why I'm writing this. I just can't quite believe he's gone. I last saw him a couple of weeks ago, when I teased him for having awful dress sense, despite the many years he lived in Milan. Bad jeans and sideburns notwithstanding, Andy's youthful spirit, his artistic vision, his enthusiasm for innovation, his intelligence and his warmth are the lasting impression he left on everyone he met. I'll miss the old Scouser.
Hold on to the ones you love.