babylonfalling:

EAST TOTEM WEST

babylonfalling:

EAST TOTEM WEST

Contakt, “Tessera 04 (Robert Hood remix)” (Icee Hot 2013): Just read the news that Icee Hot is closing up shop. It was a great run of records, and the one party I went to was blast too. Change is coming. Change is good.

accras:
Lupita Nyong’o wearing Grace

Deetron feat. Seth Troxler, “Love Song (Steve Bug Traffic Sign instrumental)” (Music Man 2014): Troxler pontificating on Love is funny. At the moment, Seth speaking out on pretty much any subject is funny, simultaneously insightful and absurd, which I guess is one way of handling the sheer inanity. Bug’s mix is less shrill than D’s original, a pixelated triplet and an arpeggiated bass keyboard line straight out of C2’s rule book; not to mention a beat that combines a kick, a tambourine, and a hi-hat that seems to be played with a brush. A nice head of steam neither too stubborn, nor too slack.    

Amadou & Mariam, “Bara (Joaquin’s Sacred Rhythm Dance)” (Sacred Rhythm Music 2009) - Washing it all off and breathing it all in c/o Joe Claussell, Amadou Bagayoko and Mariam Doumbia. The boogie-woogie dub session begins around 7:40, the magic lasts forever, the feeling that Mrs. interstatial Jones and I share on the dancefloor is eternal. Long may we all reign. [h/t auntieflo]

Bishop Manning & the Manning Family, “Back in Slavery Days” (Nashbrand 1973/74) - Sunday Music! Discovered on last week’s episode of DJ Yeti Mike’s “‘Buked & Scorned” radio show (all praise), and impossible not to cain. What’s not to love about a side recorded by a (still-currently-active) North Carolina minister during more fruitful days—a blues boogie (dig “Casey Jones” in the intro), featuring a vocal quartet’s mento harmonies delivered on a Caribbean trade wind (human cargo variety), lyrically exploring the brutality of cotton-field culture but with a last verse that engages the creation of soul-saving music as salvation. In other words, harsh history as told with the type of hope that can only be driven by faith. Deities sold separately! 

This will be the best thing you read about the USA’s performance at 2014 World Cup, and next steps. (…though I may have something to add.) Pete Macia, take a bow son… 

victoryclubhouse:

The worst possible thing that could’ve happened after the USA’s heartbreaking loss to Belgium was having two days off for American media to discuss it. Since then, every outlet has given considerable airtime and space to consider 1) How does Team USA get better? and 2) Will soccer catch on in the USA? In most cases, the answers are unnecessarily conflated, and the discussion unravels into nonsense and grandstanding by people who don’t know or care enough about the game to offer meaningful commentary. 
The most popular (in raw numbers, not agreement) of these opinions in the last 48 hours has been that of ESPN host Keith Olbermann and his "How To Make Soccer Work In America," which goes as follows…
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This will be the best thing you read about the USA’s performance at 2014 World Cup, and next steps. (…though I may have something to add.) Pete Macia, take a bow son… 

victoryclubhouse:

The worst possible thing that could’ve happened after the USA’s heartbreaking loss to Belgium was having two days off for American media to discuss it. Since then, every outlet has given considerable airtime and space to consider 1) How does Team USA get better? and 2) Will soccer catch on in the USA? In most cases, the answers are unnecessarily conflated, and the discussion unravels into nonsense and grandstanding by people who don’t know or care enough about the game to offer meaningful commentary. 

The most popular (in raw numbers, not agreement) of these opinions in the last 48 hours has been that of ESPN host Keith Olbermann and his "How To Make Soccer Work In America," which goes as follows…

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Andrew Weatherall, “Self Portrait” (directed by Caswell Coggins, 2014): An interview. A documentary. A metaphor. A giant. Much respect.

Kermit Ruffins, “Sunny Side of the Street” (KDHX Studio, July 2013) - EASTER SUNDAY MUSIC (Big Easy edition)! There’s a popular historical narrative to the evolution of New Orleans music, how it mirrored and fueled the American century, while still retaining a local humanism and connection to the past much of the rest of our society loses with regularity. I’m sure the story is, for some, old hat at this point. But to a visitor, actually witnessing it first-hand, compacted into a 90-minute stretch of a random Thursday late-afternoon in the Crescent City, is jaw-dropping.

Here was a free-concert in a city park that billed together a current bounce artist (5th Ward Weebie), a local high-school marching band (Landry-Walker), and a modern New Orleans blower (trombonist/singer Glen David Andrews), like it was naturally part of the same extended idea (which it is) and often acknowledged as such (almost never). Weebie opened with a short-set that included his current hit “Let Me Find Out” (more about bounce in 2014 coming up), but the marching band that followed was beyond revelatory. It was a fourteen-strong drums and cymbals corps, directed by a t-shirt-clad drum-major standing to the side, barking rhythmic orders, essentially calling “next.” And the strings of rhythmic phrases the group spelled out were basically a shorthand history of NOLA drumming, from second-line and Satchmo’s man Baby Dodds, through to Earl Palmer and Mannie Fresh. Including one particularly spectacular breakbeat-loop aside that sounded, for all intents and purposes, like parts of Hawtin’s “Spastik”

As an experience it was hard to top; yet, beat it (or match that beat) we tried, wandering over to the beginning of Kermit Ruffins’ gig at the newly reopened Mother-In-Law Lounge. (Traveling with a 3yr-old, you take what you can get.) It’s a legendary spot on N. Clairborne beneath I-10, opened by the singer Ernie K Doe in the 1990s, and named after his massive 1961 hit. Even after Ernie shuffled off this mortal coil in 2001, his widow Antoinette continued to operate the two-room spot with the stripper pole next to the bar-tables and the street-side barbecue in front; it became an institution/destination you go to hear and see immortals in, while getting sauced (or whatever your preference) while trying not to piss-off the locals (who still packed the joint). Since Antoinette passed away, and following a protracted civic…ummm…negotiation, Kermit Ruffins, massively popular local trumpeter and beloved media-friendly citizen of the Crescent City, bought the place, and holds court (at least) weekly, on Thursdays at 6p (toddlers kinda welcome, as long as you keep ‘em away from the bar and the scary drunks). For $10, one of the best jazz trumpeters in the world fronted a quartet (same one as in the video above, I believe), playing covers of songs Louis Armstrong recorded, skatting in a voice warmly ravaged by weed, taking solos and selfies, and continuing a tradition, or, maybe more to the point, refusing to let an idea die. It was a lesson — an awe-inspiring lesson. 

So, yeah Easter Sunday, a day to make note of rebirth and of refusing a sometimes-great notion pass simply away. What better day to celebrate the sun coming back out.

Professor Longhair, Big Chief, originator (at New Orleans)

Professor Longhair, Big Chief, originator (at New Orleans)