My Favorite Dubs Summer Selection #1

click to download. the tracklist:


King Zion - King Tubby
Conquering Dub - Yabby You
Empty Vessel Dub w/ Prince Alla - King Tubby & Soul Syndicate
Judgement Dub - Tapper Zukie
Don't Think About Me (I'm Alright) Version - King Tubby & Mafia Allstars
Sensemilla Dub - Lee 'Scratch' Perry
No Tarry Yah Version - Yabby You
Cool Shade Dub (Rockers All Stars) - Augustus Pablo
Wicked Dub - Revolutionaries
Tubbys Dub Song - King Tubby & Augustus Pablo
House Of Dub Version - Augustus Pablo
2 - Dub - House of Dread
Away With the Bad [World Dub] - Glen Brown & King Tubby
Buckshot dub - Rupie Edwards All Stars
01 the voodoo curse - Scientist
Swing & Dub - Morwell Unlimited Meets King Tubby
A Living Version - King Tubby & Prince Jammy
The Jahlights - Right Road To Dubland The Jahlights
Upsetter Mix / Rally Dub / (Sodom Riddim) -Yabby You/Lee 'Scratch' Perry
Cell Block 11 - The Revolutionaries
Hold The Dub Ya - King Tubby & The Aggrovators
Black Right - Keith Hudson



IMA pisces- most at ease in water.

Dean I am pumped 2 Jive n person 2morrow (We are traveling from east and west coast 2 middle america - Stop The Violence)

Great Worm in the Sky

Stanley Kunitz died last week. He was a poet and a gardener, and he was super old. He mostly wrote about his garden and changes and death. His poems aren't as bleak as global warming energy crisis animal extinction, which is what I think about the rest of the time, and which gets old anyway--he probably couldn't have written 80 years' worth of poetry about government mismanagement of forests. He wrote about small things in his garden, and he wasn't totally neurotic and doomsday-oriented.
This is a by him. A hornworm is the larva of the hawk moth. Is this OK? To put a poem on here?

Hornworm: Autumn Lamentation

Since that first morning when I crawled
into the world, a naked grubby thing,
and found the world unkind,
my dearest faith has been that this
is but a trial: I shall be changed.
In my imaginings I have already spent
my brooding winter underground,
unfolded silky powdered wings, and climbed
into the air, free as a puff of cloud
to sail over the steaming fields,
alighting anywhere I pleased,
thrusting into deep tubular flowers.

It is not so: there may be nectar
in those cups, but not for me.
All day, all night, I carry on my back
embedded in my flesh, two rows
of little white cocoons,
so neatly stacked
they look like eggs in a crate.
And I am eaten half away.

If I can gather strength enough
I'll try to burrow under a stone
and spin myelf a purse
in which to sleep away the cold;
though when the sun kisses the earth
again, I know I won't be there.
Instead, out of my chrysalis
will break, like robbers from a tomb,
a swarm of parasitic flies,
leaving my wasted husk behind.

Sir, you with the red snippers
in your hand, hovering over me,
casting your shadow, I greet you,
whether you comes as an angel of death
or of mercy. But tell me,
before you choose to slice me in two:
Who can understand the ways
of the Great Worm in the Sky?

Light the Fire

Dean is sick. Feel better, lil' buddy! We'll have you back and bloggin' in no time.

Back!

Yo! Tonight me and my friend Walters listened to posthumous Tupac releases super loud and smoke lots of weed. Walters was about to leave then that song came on where they sample Bruce Hornsby and he was like "oh shit, we better smoke another bowl, this song is super deep". It's called "Changes". We sat there and listened to it in silence out of respect. I ain't postin that shit though.

Smerfies Dance is some 1982 dancey rap stuff. When the beat kicks in after the intro drum programming, I almost lose my shit. Lyrics are a bit cheesy, but hey, it was 1982. Listen to it loud. Listen to all rap loud always, it's the only way to truly judge its worth.

Spyder D- Smerphies Dance

Here's my feeble attempt at being worldly. Also I feel like there are bugs crawling all over me.

Anuradha Paudwal- Main Kaun Koi Kya Jane


Here's one of my favorite Click songs, a D-Shot solo track. Anytime the lyrics are about how he's "tired" from "countin" his "cash" I am gonna LOVE IT! The delivery of this line is AMAZING. He also rhymes "accent" and "Action Jackson" in the most creative way possible.....Dope sample.

The Click- Porno Star

Crooning Prodigies

Today I did very little in the way of the grandiose, but I have to say I’m feeling at peace in a way that that potty mouth zen master Phil Jackson can’t claim. As far as Sundays go, this one was sublime and I want to share it with you, dear friend. After we woke up, my lady and I walked to a flea market while sharing a baguette and some iced coffee.

When I was there, I found 6 African records for a dollar each and bought a painting of a south American Jesus preaching on an island to some children. I’m not sure why I bought it. It’s the first and only painting that I’ve picked out and bought. When I saw it I felt ecstatic and that was it.



Actually, it made me feel a lot like the track featured below by Ambrose Campbell. When I listen to it, I salivate. Later that day, after hanging up my painting, I strolled around some more with the missus, ate a muffin, read some of my book and planted some parsley and avocados. Now I’m going to eat some soup!

The tracks below point in the right direction. The King Oniya is from “I’ve Found My Love – 1960’s Guitar Band Highlife from Ghana.” That opening chord progression and subsequent riff-vamp-variant is joyous. The vocals that come after are amazing.

I’m not sure how to classify the second song, Yolanda by Ambrose Campbell. What is it? Jazz? Something else? Groovin’, but played by Anna Livia Plurabelle instead of the Young Rascals.

King Oniya – Akoko Hwere

Ambrose Campbell – Yolanda

Lay off the crack, eat a twinkie

I have to stop describing stuff as the "best (blank) ever" and find some other words. Until I do, lets just say that I definitely prefer this song to the Crosby, Stills and Nash version.

JVC Force- A Musical Sample

If the weathers good this weekend, assemble yourselves somewhere and bump a sunny day jam. Peace out!

The Terrors- Assemble Not Thyself

Shredding Through The Vale of Tears, Chapter 1, Verse 1

Brother Dean and I have been kicking this idea around for quite some time (weeks? nay, months!) and I decided to give it a shot with this inaugural pre-weekend edition. As you may know just from a quick perusal of the contents of this modest blog, both Dean and I are voracious consumers of world music. He likes his a little more Ry Coodery, jammy, slick, capitalist, lame whatever

and I tend to go for what's happening in the streets, the unpaved dirt road, broke down shack, fetishiz’d image of third world musicians playing the truth, etc.

Anyway, regardless of how you slice it, there seem to be two ways to break down music that really has little to do with your own idioms. One is to marvel at its uniqueness and admire the semi-tones, crazy rhythms and whatever other spices they toss in. This is, I guess, how most people do it. But every now and then, dean and I play a little game in which we freak out at how unworldy this world music sounds. To skip a couple of steps, what I'm trying to say is that there are moments in which certain trax abandon the simple, plain folksy styles that one expects from a smithsonian-folkways recording and dudes bust out the jammy jams in a way that you never expected. RIFFS OF THE WORLD UNITE! You know what I mean?

Anyway, presented below are some tracks that are just mindboggling fierce in their commitment to rising about the hunter-gatherer bullshit that we put down on them and make a play at individual, virtuosic glory. AMEN!*


Pauline Cato – The Lady’s Well/Random/The Cliff (Northumbria)

Orchestra Goldberg – Kleftico Vlatchiko (Klezmer)

Efisio Melis – Fiorasio (Sardinia)


*Just to clarify, if it wasn’t obvious already, this definition of riffs is fluid at best and non-existent in reality. Just relax, though, because a mind blown is a mind shown. You know?

Lorca

The first time I heard the Tim Buckley album Lorca it was being blasted by some tattooed hardcore dude on Janelle's front porch. We were all hangin' and Janelle decided we should have a pool party in her kiddie-pool. She got on the horn of gondor and all of a sudden there were all these babes at the party. I got so happy like YES YES YES YESYES this is going to be the best EVER. One of the ladies was british and had transparent underwear and the other one had a huge radish (or something) tattoo across her bosom. I tried to keep cool behind shades but I was losing it. It got TOO MUCH! They busted out the bobbing-for-beercans game and I just went kjasdhFEWLJKASD/. I always watch rap video bbq's or scarface and feel all empowered imagining myself hanging in them with a Michelob. I think if Tony Montana/Dr. Dre showed up he'd be all "what's the matter with you cracker? who let this guy in here? Get with iT!" There is no corner in a circular kiddie pool and no place to turn my head and gather my senses. I got out of the pool and paced around the living room trying to find some life-affirming boombox jams. I finally found a good station and came back outside like yeah let's party but everyone was all "no, we're gonna get out, it's cold." "Oh really?...that's cool." Anyways, I feel like this album is pretty much exactly like that.
Tim Buckley-Lorca

p.s. note invisible gender terror segregation line

Daniel in the Lion's Den

Two straight days of glory makes me feel alright in my life. What can I say? Kind of ipso facto breaks down the mind/body dichotomy I'd been hoping for since mother nature makes all of my problems go away the second the sun pokes its head out.

Luckily mother nature's bay area chapter is a particularly cruel mistress so I don't need to worry about my productivity flagging. I've just set aside the evening windstorm as my time for quiet contemplative study and reflection. My cats and I sleep in the sun during the day time and drink miso soup and discuss the relatives strengths and weaknesses of the lesser prophets and judges of the old testament.

Anyway, time to catch some island fever with a backward glance o'er some forward-looking music. The first track has been one of many tracks working overtime to satiate my calypso needs. It's off a disc I'm particularly enamored of, entitled "London Is The Place For Me (Trinidadian Calypso In London, 1950-1956)." The other two tracks are not actually Japanese (as far as I know) but French Japanophiles. Possibly originally intended to promote cross-cultural awareness of Euro-Oriental dance styles, the record features French children singing in japanese over some funky beats. Marc Bolan deserves a head-nod since this shit sounds glam as fuck to me.
Peace!

Lord Beginner - Mix Up Matrimony
Yamasuki - Aisere I Love You
Yamasuki - Yamamoto Kakapote