Descending Moonshine Dervishes - Terry Riley & Don Cherry

Saturday I get back to writing on the blog. Less than 24 hours later I fall prey to the Coronavirus. Coincidence? I think not.

It's not really the Coronavirus. It's more like a worm made out of fog that crawled into my nose while sleeping and has buried its self in my frontal lobe. Some sort of smoke-fog worm. I can feel it in there moving around.

Descending! Moonshine! Dervishes!

I feel like there was a phase in the 2000s where bands used a lot of exclamation marks in their names. Those were the days. Salad days.

Hey, don't have much to add to this one. Enjoy it. Let is wash over you. Some weird synthesizer loops with some cool, freaky trumpet over top of it, all live.

The Thief That Stole My Sad Days - Moodyman

Oh. Hello there, random blog reader or possible Russian bot.

I didn’t see you there.

Welcome. Again. For the second time, to Denim On Denim.

We are back. Got the band back together after about seven years.

Things have changed. A lot. And stayed the same. We are still bringing the hits but a little older, with a some-more white hair, a little beaten down, a little jaded, but still upright.

What are we into these days? The same and not the same. More jazz probably than last time. Probably not as much house as I use to listen to.

Somethings just make sense now.

But we will cross that bridge when we need to.

Until then, Moodyman. More and more and more Moodyman. Moodyman’s been a constant for the last seven years. So much so, that the last time I was in Detroit we went to his house and we kind of got scared away by a big dude we came around the side and started walking towards us.

I think about Detroit a lot. A lot. We went to a bar in Detroit and there was a band playing that was better than 90% of bands I’ve paid money to see. Funky as shit. And then, when they took a break there was a DJ playing house music.

Detroit is a magical place.

Manuel Gottsching - E2-E4

It's a cold, cold world out there but someone has to keep posting nonsense on blogger.....

I don't know guys. I'm in a feverishly cold, wind swept town somewhere on the American plains. People are huddled in their homes rubbing up against each other to try and stay warm and with the home of feeling something again. I can see them in their homes shuttling back and forth from room to room - like a silent movie or dance. It's dark but the night sky is clear and I can see my breath in the winter air. 

It's going to be OK. Really. We can handle this. Seriously. It's just four short years. Our kids will never even know this ever happened. It will be like that time you got really drunk in college and went home with that person only to wake up in the morning and vow to never speak or think of that event ever again. It will be exactly like that. Our little secret. 

In other news: This is 52 minutes of Manuel Gottsching getting down in the early 80's. It builds. It builds. And builds some more until it basically becomes a reason for him to break out his guitar and melt your face for a 30-minute long guitar part over some of the iciest electronic you'll hear this winter. 

Manuel Gottsching once went home with a lady and sat in the dark with her for an entire evening without saying a word or touching her. The next day, said lady, sold everything she owned and moved into a nunnery. The Lord works in mysterious ways.

Dam-Funk - 17 Days

I've got a lot of questions about the above photo, but I'm infatuated by it.  My favorite part is that Jen is completely disturbed by it.

Now I bring your attention to Dam-Funk, and my association, Prince.  I distinctly remember growing up in the 1990s and thinking Prince was a joke.  The symbol seemed more vain than eccentric, his dress and demeanor were a general turnoff to a rap-obsessed Catholic school kid.  How fucking wrong I was.      I now recognize that the dude was packing serious heat.  The only thing I resent is how tightly he controls his music.  It is next to impossible to find so much as a youtube clip of his music, which makes trying to find the deep cuts a major challenge.  You're rich as shit, Prince, let people hear your gospel.

Now, back to Dam-Funk.  I first heard 17 Days on a Dam-Funk Prince mix released sometime last year (that was almost immediately pulled off soundcloud because, you know, Prince is a dick).  17 Days was the leadoff track and it rocked my shit.  It's the B side of When Doves Cry which was put me on a mad hunt through the record stores of Columbus to find it.  My man Dam-Funk did the right thing and did a cover of it that sounds almost exactly like the original.  Thanks Dam-Funk

DJ Sprinkles - Grand Central, Pt. I

Man, what I wouldn't do to have a pet owl. I'd pay damn good money for a pet owl. Someday.



Just trying to get back into the groove. It's been a minute.

DJ Sprinkles. I really enjoy her stuff. I was reading an interview with her today and I learned a couple of things. One, he doesn't subscribe to either gender but we are going to use the feminine here to avoid confusion. Second, he rarely does any mixing when he plays live, which I appreciate.

I re-listened to his album Midtown 120 Blues several times today and I was struck by how amazing the last third of the album is. I always really enjoyed the album but today I found myself being most interested in the last 4-5 tracks.

There is this amazing feeling of space in that part of the album. Thin snare pops and deep bass rumbles create these sound textures that open and close as if you leave one room and enter into another all within one track. Streams grow and grow and then collapse in on themselves but in a beautiful way that is just pleasing to the ears.

There is nothing rushed or forced about these tracks which makes them so enjoyable.

I'm not going to pretend to know what sort of comment this album or track is making about House music or Deep House but I know what I like.