Nujabes
dead at 36
LA Car Crash
www.mediafire.com/?mdy1r9hytwy
link to Metaphorical Music, Nujabes’ most critically acclaimed work
dead at 36
LA Car Crash
www.mediafire.com/?mdy1r9hytwy
link to Metaphorical Music, Nujabes’ most critically acclaimed work
word is, Huddie didn’t even write this song, but it was ‘consummately appropriated’ after his rendition reached audiences and thus, is always attributed to him. This video is some sort of remaster with color reapportioned. Wild.
Take this hammer, carry it to the captain
Take this hammer, carry it to the captain
Take this hammer, carry it to the captain
Tell him I’m gone
Tell him I’m gone
If he asks you was I runnin’
If he asks you was I runnin’
If he asks you was I runnin’
Tell him I was flyin’
Tell him I was flyin’
If he asks you was I laughin’
If he asks you was I laughin’
If he asks you was I laughin’
Tell him I was cryin’
Tell him I was cryin’
They wanna feed me cornbread and molasses
They wanna feed me cornbread and molasses
They wanna feed me cornbread and molasses
But I got my pride
Well, I got my pride
“Your love is like a a chunk of gold
Hard to gain, and hard to hold”
-Bill Withers “The same love that made me laugh”
It’s also hard to write cursive backwards. Here’s the album-- amazin’
<–Daedelus, denying the days demise, making love to make music to, pumping a righteous fist of harmony on his way to becoming an exquisite corpse… This Daedelus must be seen. He is a ninja behind his monome An ‘instrument’ he developed with which he is pictured at left. This video for XLR8R Mag is a nice intro.
Don’t know anything about Panama Limited besides they have a nice blues record with beatnik cover art.
pretty Betty Wright
song called ‘clean up woman’
not about domesticity but about
ravenous vulture women by whom
she alleged in song she’d been victimized.
A track from the Where The Wild Things Are Soundtrack
feat. Karen O and the Kids
–sounds like it would have been a lot of fun to be in the studio
“Heads Up
Heads Up
You hold me up
and hold me down
and up
and down
and up
and up and down.”
SHHHH. track from the NPR leak of the Gorillaz Plastic Beach
Empire Ants feat. Little Dragon
(little dragon, being cooler and more modern and more luxurious and more alimented than any of their listeners could be )
also featuring (click for DL)
Andanca (1969)
Guile comes steady
From that sweater, too
From the collar threaded
Through it, which
Never looked more foolish,
Never looked so arbitrarily
Fashioned than it had
Tuesday, It was
A paper prop,
Before the blood rushed back
And you were slick again.
Mixtape here. other links have goods too. ALL for EDUCATIONAL PURPOSES.
Imagine the ambient side of Sigur Ros bottled and re-released on it’s own. This is Jonsi and Alex.
The debut album is called Riceboy Sleeps and it is very powerful. Atlas, included on the mixtape is epic. Brian Eno would be proud.
Desmond Dekker was the first jamaican to get a hit record in the UK. ’Peace of mind’ is timeless–a fun bouncy ska song over which Dekker belts, “everywhere I go, there is always, trouble and misery”
This video is a mini-doc on ska music, jamaica’s first musical revolution and it’s trickling into the UK with (obviously) a great soundtrack and some very nice images interspersed.
“the big surprise” – The Felice Brothers
from their latest album, Yonder Is The Clock ; ‘no frills’ acoustic revelry
-*gotta love those naturalist indie band photo shoots-
Asian women seem to sing this type of music the best. It’s soooo modern and has a nebulous relationship with anti-depressants. On Josephine’s Shop, My Little Airport’s singers sing,
“Cause running business is not your gig…Why don’t you close it? Why not say damn it?”
Deerhoof’s last album, Offend Maggie, may have gone across the radar relatively unnoticed because of the grand hype of Friend Opportunity which was ok. The problem with hyping a band like Deerhoof is that people hear, oh a great indie band and they come expecting Grizzly Bear or Deerhunter or something more accessible and more polished. Polish is not one of their aesthetics, and you can place a safe bet on this band continuing to refuse to conform and produce an album that Rolling Stone would give a shit about.
Before shutting down, and relocating, The mind behind Radiobutt selected the Antler’s album, Hospice as the top album of 2009. The album, from Prologue to Epilogue, chronicles the lead singer’s experience escorting a loved one to an imminent cancer death.
The album is most intriguing to me because lyrically, and musically it has that ‘Shinsian’ sort of pop-disaffect, it’s even playful at times, (especially “two” and “bear”)–the brilliance of this album is the way the morbidity and sorrow is transformed. It’s very modern and very gutsy. When i clicked to download,
i was imagining industrial synth full of dissonance, there are dream pop moments here (bear) it truly conveys unpreparedness and surprise, even reluctance and fright (“I should have quit but I took care of you”) and the mostly un-gaudy, eloquent, comforting and eventually eulogizing hand reaching out which you see on the album (“Dont be afraid to speak, don’t speak with someone else’s tooth”)
And lastly, some Lute music for all you witches and alchemists.
http://www.megaupload.com/?d=TOV1ILK7
this bundle, mostly unreleased, includes:
Before The Flood And After The Fire
Hootenanny
Folk Rogue
Live at the Gaslight 1962
Minnesota Tapes
Newport 1965
Paranoid Blues
The Freewheelin’ Bob Dylan Outtakes
The Witmark Demos
Town Hall, 1963
There has been no more influential public servant to me than Howard Zinn, who died after battling natural causes, after setting a phenomenal, if not, the exemplary tone for progressivism and political transparency.
The first chapter of “A Power Government’s Cannot Suppress”
Here, Bob Herbert of the NYT talks about a more intimate experience with Zinn
January hasn’t proved to be very futuristic. I’ve already had a thorough nigger moment, and I have formally lifted my denial (late) that some of the muck is sticking to the liberal Manchurian Candidate. However, tripping forces us to abruptly cover a lot of ground. The fastest runners are falling. That is unrelated.
Sugar dates
Spike.
Oh nine.
Ten. January.
When come strings? That
Inverse cloud cover,
Sweeping dash of salt.
“–It came without the manual.”
Mellowdrone; Big Winner: “Show me the ropes now baby, show me the ropes…”
Thank goodness we have a band called Casiotone for the Painfully Alone.
I used to play one of these so very proudly. They get murky toward the end of their lives like light switches. You loose the battery door. It’s one of the few visual images that I recall of my life before the age of three, the year of my first and only move. Ma and Pa took the eggs out to the suburbs when they started to see more dope-boys on the block. I awoke somewhere more anti-fungal. There was an amazing bossa nova loop you could play along to so I wouldn’t play much piano over it, since I was so pleased the machine played itself. Those lo-fi synth beats were so hot in the mid 00′s. –Those beats were so hot in “The aughts? The naughties?”
Should we ever grow out of Post-rock?
Not me, not this month.
It’s one of my favorite American Exports.
Mogwai’s The Hawk is Howling was pretty coarse. There were no Golden Porches not even a Stanley Kubrick. There is a song on this album called “I’m Jim Morrison, I’m Dead”.
Beak> is what Portishead brainchild Geoff Barrow has had on his mind of late. 
Passion Pit, token ‘what the kids dig pick.’
Herbie Hancock is one of the most talented musicians of all time. I hope he makes something we might prefer to his older work.