Andrew L. sent me this, knowing I'm sure that me and my AC are long-riders for Quiet Village: Joel Martin turns in a serious disco voyage for Fact Magazine to accompany his highly informative article on the 20 best disco records. Including Cat Stevens' Was Dog a Donut? which is pretty much unbeatable in terms of weirdo disco classics.
Joel Martin's Disco Mix for Fact Magazine
Martin's list of the 20 best disco records
Thursday, September 25, 2008
02 Nurse With Wound: "Funeral Music For Perez Prado"
03 Coil: "A Cold Cell In Bangkok (Exclusive mix by Peter Christopherson)"
04 Tuxedomoon: "In a Manner of Speaking"
05 Eden Ahbez: "La Mer"
06 Raymond Scott: "Sleepy Time"
07 Cluster: "Sowiesoso"
08 Eno, Moebius and Roedelius: "Broken Head"
09 Arthur Russell: "This Is How We Walk on the Moon"
10 Damon: "Don't You Feel Me?"
11 Karen Dalton: "Something oOn Your Mind"
12 Duke Ellington: "Moonbow"
13 Future Pilot AKA: "Terry Bina"
14 Mulatu Astatke: "Yègellé Tezeta"
15 Nitty Gritty Dirt Band: "Nashville Blues"
16 Lee Hazlewood: "Whole Lotta Shakin' Going On"
17 Wall of Voodoo: "Ring of Fire"
18 Chris and Cosey: "Sweet Surprise"
19 The Lady Vanishes: "Sleepwalk"
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
Barbra Streisand - Love Theme from the Eyes of Laura Mars (Prisoner)
Michael Zager Band - Let's All Chant
The Eyes of Laura Mars is an 1978 American Giallo-horror film starring Tommy Lee Jones & Faye Dunaway. John Carpenter wrote the screenplay. Originally supposed to star Barbra who instead just sings the title song. I will acknowledge that I am posting a Streisand song on my blog, ok? Deal with it. It's a heavy sort of awesome quasi-Pat Benatar rock ballad. The rest of the soundtrack incorporates heavy doses of Sunshine band-style boogie disco, to match what may in fact be the worst collective set of hairstyles on any group of actors ever. Seriously Rene Auberjonis has this intense flowing mane, and Tommy Lee's locks are fairly creepy as well.
Dunaway's character is a shock-exploitative photographer obsessed with shooting pictures of violence and death. At the beginning of the film there's a gallery opening where they used Helmut Newton photos as her photos.
Here's a famous sequence where there's a photoshoot at Columbus Circle with models fighting and cars on fire:
"Let's All Chant" is a disco classic and I'm super-down with the song structure: bare, stripped and rhythm-centered, until all of a sudden there's a left-turn jolt and the chorus appears out of nowhere. A great jam that's been cover-version mangled a million times.
Sunday, September 21, 2008
Donald Byrd - Love Has Come Around
Chic - I Want Your Love (Todd Terje edit)
A very lazy Saturday afternoon was spent napping in the sun and reading "The Yiddish Policeman's Union." Two things became known to me that day: the first being that Grand Ferry Park is so named because prior to the construction of the Williamsburg bridge, a ferry connected the two Grand Streets on either side of the East River, and which are in fact parallel. This was told to me by my friend Annie, whom I encountered on the sidewalk yard-selling with her husband Doug.
Friday, September 19, 2008
Taj Mahal Travellers - August 1974
Two-disc face melter. No really. Don't lean in too close. This is a Japanese avant free-noise space-commune meltdown. Led by Fluxus artist Takehisa Kosugi. Eerily ceremonial, psychedelica-incantatory. Sinister and sublime. "trippy" doesn't really cut it, trippy sounds like lava lamps and those "Magic Eye" books. Behind the spare, delicate tremors of strings and hand percussion they've got some crazy distorted synths lurking like thunderclouds in the background, uncurling at you like immense demon snakes in slow-motion. They're really beautifully resonant and disorted, like gloriously feedbacking guitars. Record sounds like you're at an ancient temple, with the lightest tufts of snow still falling on the cedar, early spring on the mountain, and ancient beardos are summing down gods from outer space to begin a new era on this earth. The kind of record you can forget about for ten years and put on again and still get upset by how intense it is. I can't really think of many albums that are as simultaneously bugged out and beautiful as this one.
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
Tuesday, September 9, 2008
Last Friday was National Official Black President is Real Day. We have our first order of shirts in. Site's been redesigned as well, along with the political blog. Enjoy.
Oh man. John M. sent me this. It is some tv bit about a Finnish electronic musician who composed an "acid symphony" for the classic Roland 303 bass synthesizer called "So Run the Tears As Wine." No really, that's what it's really called. And he performs it with like five dudes all in tuxes, sitting calmly and tweaking 303 knobs. I wrote back to J, "this is really funny" and he replied "dude in dracula cape is totally serious." There's a part two up on youtube as well that you should see.
I also must say that I really like that it's not in any way a symphony. It's like a parodic version of Manuel Goettsching's e2-e4, which is an acknowledged classic and something like rave music for people with season tickets to Lincoln Center. "So Run The Tears as Wine" pretty much sounds like, uh, some acid techno.
Monday, September 8, 2008
Wednesday, September 3, 2008
Weekend Prince - Ridin' High #1
Franco Battiato & Juri Camisasca - Himalaya
Fox - The Juggler
Faze-O - Ridin' High
Cole Medina - Love You Inside Out
Lee Ritenour - The Countdown
Stroer - Don't Stay Till Breakfast
Vivian Vee - Alright
Patrick Cowley - Mind Warp (Remix)
Tussle - Rainbow Claw
African Suite - Grass
Trouble Funk - Trouble Funk Express
Franco Battiato & Juri Camisasca - Himalaya
The WP podcast series is now officially named "Ridin' High" after the cosmic love stonker by Faze-O, brought to my attention by Zade. It's one of the horniest, most stoned-out escapist psychedelic jams I've heard. It sounds like you will never have any problems again, because it's 3am and you are in another world. I tried to do an edit of it once, except that you can't edit it, because editing involves taking out the not-cool parts of a song and looping the cool parts more, and "Ridin' High" is already just perfectly cool parts looped forever.
The mix ends with a looped break from DC go-go masters Trouble Funk underpinning a weirdo 1975 T.Rex-y mystical pop track from Italy called "Himalaya" - it's compellingly, hypnotically goofy-glam enough, with great two word chorus "Himalayyyaa.....Katamandu!" with a general misty-mountain hippie vibe, that it's one of my recent favorite dug-up oddball tracks, so I present it to you in full as a bonus treat from my heart. Plus the album cover is an awesome iron death ship. Or a gladiator mask, I can't tell.
Norwegian space-disco auteur Hans-Peter Lindstrom's first real full length, Where You Go I Go Too, is an expansive, symphonic sci-fi wonder. It's so bearded, it's astro-methuselah. The 30-minute titular opener was the perfect soundtrack to a vehicular ascent of the dizzying northern face of the Fagaras Mountains. Here's my interview with Lindy on Prefix: