Friday, November 30, 2012

Sweet Tea (The Black Angels & Heartless Bastards) - "After Laughter (Comes Tears)"

"Like everything I do in my life, I do it for the ladies" - Nick P.

Another change of pace for these parts but its worth it. Some sweet sweet R&B/Soul that is almost more creepy than anything else. Some weird organ, dub dub rub a dub bass, and some amazing vocals - enjoy it ladies and gentlemen. It's one from the vault and a reason why this blog, dear reader, is once again music blog of the year in 2012.

It's Friday. Grab the week by its ears, pull it close, and give it a big wet one on the lips and kiss it good-bye. If you slip it a little tounge that's up to you. Let's start it off right with a heartwarming story from Bill Murry on Gilda Radner. This is why when I think of Bill Murry and how he is a man it makes we wonder what I am. Like, I know he is a man, but where exactly does that put me.

“Gilda got married and went away. None of us saw her anymore. There was one good thing: Laraine had a party one night, a great party at her house. And I ended up being the disk jockey. She just had forty-fives, and not that many, so you really had to work the music end of it. There was a collection of like the funniest people in the world at this party. Somehow Sam Kinison sticks in my brain. The whole Monty Python group was there, most of us from the show, a lot of other funny people, and Gilda. Gilda showed up and she’d already had cancer and gone into remission and then had it again, I guess. Anyway she was slim. We hadn’t seen her in a long time. And she started doing, “I’ve got to go,” and she was just going to leave, and I was like, “Going to leave?” It felt like she was going to really leave forever.

So we started carrying her around, in a way that we could only do with her. We carried her up and down the stairs, around the house, repeatedly, for a long time, until I was exhausted. Then Danny did it for a while. Then I did it again. We just kept carrying her; we did it in teams. We kept carrying her around, but like upside down, every which way—over your shoulder and under your arm, carrying her like luggage. And that went on for more than an hour—maybe an hour and a half—just carrying her around and saying, “She’s leaving! This could be it! Now come on, this could be the last time we see her. Gilda’s leaving, and remember that she was very sick—hello?”

We worked all aspects of it, but it started with just, “She’s leaving, I don’t know if you’ve said good-bye to her.” And we said good-bye to the same people ten, twenty times, you know. 

And because these people were really funny, every person we’d drag her up to would just do like five minutes on her, with Gilda upside down in this sort of tortured position, which she absolutely loved. She was laughing so hard we could have lost her right then and there.

It was just one of the best parties I’ve ever been to in my life. I’ll always remember it. It was the last time I saw her.”

Wednesday, November 28, 2012

T.I. featuring Andre 3000 - Sorry

Young otter gettin' money, young otter go and get it, get it...

So I used to have this idea of creating a rap concept album about being a business major.  Now that I'm getting a part time MBA student I'm revisiting the idea.  Still not totally sure if anybody actually cares to hear about my experiences in the corporate workplace and reteaching myself financial accounting, but it sounds good on paper.

So, not to get too far away from the roots of this blog, but man cannot live on house and disco alone.  Truth be told I'm a thug rap dude, through and through.  I told some people a while ago that I was going through a rap phase and they quickly reminded me that it's not a phase if it's been going on since you were 11.  Banger of the week is the new single from the upcoming T.I. release, but really, his involvement is totally incidental.  This is yet another instance of a rapper inviting Andre 3000 on his track to be absolutely embarrassed on his host track.  Note to rappers: he has been doing this for the last ten years.  He's going to make you look like an idiot.  OK, so the track is called 'Sorry' and T.I. spends his two verses talking about how he's not sorry for anything.  Andre on the other hand apologies to his mother for being an asshole as a kid and apologizes to Big Boi for being a weirdo and screwing them out of several more millions of dollars.  Especially funny since Big Boi just called him out for passing up spots on his album for Gillette commercials.

Anyway, shit is ON FIRE.

Tuesday, November 27, 2012

DJ Steve - Special Cuts #1

Your holiday weekend or your life? I like to call this a choose-your-own-adventure metaphor.

Oh, what? You don't like talking guitars? Because they sound too much like Peter Frampton and remind you of your high school years driving aimlessly around your hometown looking for cheap beer or a place to smoke your crappy weed? Dude, that's your problem, not mine. You're gonna have to untie that knot on your own. Don't be bringing that weird negative energy around these parts, man.

DJ Steve - has a guy who knows a thing or two about Colombia.

DJ Steve - walked into a hole-in-the-wall bar in the outback of French-Canada and the staff knew exactly what to pore him; two snake-bites and a beer.

DJ Steve - only uses a Bowie knife because he likes how the black-orange-ish light of the alley lights reflects off the end of it.

Saturday, November 17, 2012

Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish - Flowers

What a bunch slack-jawed yokels. 

My man crush on Theo Parrish continues rolling along and knows no bounds. Not sure who this Andres Ashong cat is but he's working with Theo Parrish so he can't be bad. Also, check out what sounds like a tuba at 2:30, interesting. Soul? Check.

And, for your Saturday night viewing pleasure may I proudly present shitty video from a Wu Tang show where-in our hero, Theo Parrish, jumps on stage to perform O.D.B's verse in 'Protect Ya Neck'. 

Now, that is a red bloodied American patriot. 

Friday, November 16, 2012

Omar-S - S.E.X (Conant Gardens Posse Remix)

This picture is exactly how I feel today. Like there is a giant horseman standing behind me trying to start shit. Get out of here horseman! Go haunt some other poor soul.

How did we not post this already? I swear I had a conversation with Nick about this but apparently I never got around to actually putting it up. Huge oversight. I take full responsibility.

From the amazing Omar S. It's really the remix but I don't care. Detroit house I think is a really appropriate term for a lot of Omar S's output. It all has this edge to it but it never falls over into hard housey/techno land. It straddles this line of having some balls but still being something you could put on and people aren't going to freak out about how much they hate techno.

It's like if someone made a really cute crocheted sleeve for a giant Bowie knife. That's what Omar S's music is like - it draws you in with its charming good looks but you know you can also bring it to a knife fight and not be embarrassed.

Thursday, November 15, 2012

Moodymann/Exile Double Creature Feature

Nobody wants to be alone.  Not even police.

Well, looks like we're all getting back into form, no?  Finished up my first final of my first quarter on my way to becoming a future business leader of America.  I feel filthy.  Regardless it's nice to exercise my brain for a change.  I mean, wandering these mean north campus streets staggering drunk and writing blog posts is mentally challenging in it's own way, but what good is it if it doesn't come with a $50,000 piece of paper?

Owning up to my prolonged absence I'll elect to do a double this week.  In fairness I'll be doing a lot of doubles this week, but that's because by brother is visiting from LA.

Let's get back to what this is all about, shall we?  House and disco.

I don't really know what this track is, but it starts out with radio broadcasts announcing the shooting of Marvin Gaye and then gets into some mean early 90s house.

I know this next track because it was once featured on an episode of Homicide when Frank Pembleton gets shot.  This is an edit by Dynamicron. 

Softmore - A Love of Your Own

No Pussyfooting.

Yep, that's right. That's a photo of Wilt Chamberling and Andre The Giant carrying Arnold Schwarzenegger circa 1980-something. Wild times. Based on the pants and lack of shirts I would guess they were on their way to some sort of party to enjoy some 100% Colombian white vixen. They were all going to be sweating so much later so Wilt and Arnold decided to go sans-shirts. Probably for the best.

They probably got all wild eyed and hoped up and put on some of this Softmore to come down to. Probably enjoyed the soft company of maybe a young lady or two. Legend has it that Arnold use to say that if he didn't have her bra off by the time this track was done something was wrong. Srsly.

Wednesday, November 14, 2012

Eddie Drennon & The BBS Unlimited - Do It Nice & Easy (With Love)Greg Wilson Edit

Back by popular demand.....

Oh, my goodness it has been awhile. Whooooooweeeee. Where were we? Not a lot has changed I suppose, we are still living under the thumb of our black socialist president (all hail him) and my fantasy football team is still in the crapper. It's like nothing has changed.

What do you want to know really? Here's what happened, the election freaked me out so all I could listen to for about three weeks was Songs: Ohia some obscure metal albums. I mostly fussed around trying to not think of a world were Mitt Romney was our president. I wasn't really in the dancing mood you could say. But, listen, it's all good now. My doctor said we could go back to our regular posting schedule.

Rare groove indeed. It's over eight minuets long and it feels like it has ten separate parts to it. This is what they used to start the nice off right back in the day. Build that foundation of a groove you can set your watch to.

Welcome back all.