Strange Holiday

Henri Rousseau never went to the Jungle. He spent all his days in Paris and surrounds, meticulously painting images of nature that were anything but ‘natural’. He copied his designs from botanical gardens, zoo pamphlets, and children’s books, depicting animals that would never be seen in the same environment. Once he even painted a hand of bananas growing upside down. His paintings are naive, flat and disjointed.

This playlist is a musical equivalent to Rousseau paintings – “Jungle” music made by westerners. Electronic emulation of african sounds, drum machines instead of djembé. Starts off mellow before moving into more disjointed territory.

01Joel VandroogenbroeckKinderspiel
(Digital Project, 1989)
02. Brian BriggsAeo pts. 1&2
(Brian Damage, 1980)
03Haruomi HosonoHoney Moon
(Tropical Dandy, 1975)
04. Ralf NowyHolidays in Kenia
(Colours of Holidays, 1987)
05. Eric VannRandom Pizz
(Bass Moods, 1987?)
06. No ZuTattooed Head (short)
(Tattooed Head, 2011)
07. Zazou, Bikaye + Cy1M’Pasi Ya M’Pamba
(Noir Et Blanc, 1983)
08. John TenderFlowers from Fantasyland 1
(Fantasyland Vol.1, 1981)

image: detail of The Hungry Lion Throws Itself on the Antelope, 1905

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Category: Afrobeat, Electronic, Exotica, Experimental

Nightingale Dance

I have a friend in the tire business in Vladivostok. Alexei Gorbunov is 26, bearded, and not much of a dancer, and when we first met in the bar of the M.V. Rus car ferry in the middle of the Sea of Japan, he was drunk out of his mind. He was not alone. The dance floor was filled with gyrating car traders and scrap metal dealers and a troupe from Moscow’s Bolshoi Circus, which was taking the slow boat home after a tour in Japan. There were a few foreigners on board—a Finnish girl running from a boyfriend in Tokyo, a Japanese family about to take the Trans-Siberian Railroad to Germany, a Serbian motorbiker on his way back overland to Belgrade—but the vibe and pounding techno were perfectly Russian. The crowd drank vodka. The acrobats threw backflips. - 6,000 Miles to Moscow


East-West. No.1. Lake Baikal. ”

01. Radio CitizenDust
Berlin Serengeti (Ubiquity, 2006)
02. Emahoy Tsegué-Maryam GuèbrouThe homeless wanderer
Ethiopiques, Vol. 21: Ethiopia Song (Buda Musique, 2006)
03. MatmosMemento Mori
A Chance to Cut Is a Chance to Cure (2001)
04. SkalpelTheme From Behind the Curtain
Skalpel (2004)
05. Radio CitizenNightingale
Berlin Serengeti (Ubiquity, 2006)
06. Emahoy Tsegué-Maryam GuèbrouBallad of the spirits
Ethiopiques, Vol. 21: Ethiopia Song (Buda Musique, 2006)
07. Quantic & His Combo BárbaroUndelivered Letter
Tradition In Transition (Tru Thoughts, 2009)
08. QuanticNot So Blue
Apricot Morning (Tru Thoughts, 2002)

note: I am in weird mood. One of those late winter/almost spring blues. So this is a complete self indulgence list, the rhythm is a little off, melody is sweet, but in very strange mode, etc. It is based on Maryam Guèbrou work, ethiopian blues. I also tried to do east meet west list. If there is anything, imagine a song for riding highspeed train across the siberian plain at 250kph. It’s so fast, everything floats except distance grand landscape and background chatter. Maybe little drink and friendly conversation with stranger about odd life circumstances and meeting on trans siberian train. The list suppose to be a little futuristic, but ends up very traditional, the melody part is very lovely. I might make another attempt with this theme. Yes I know, rock and punk are completely neglected. but what can i say. anyway njoy.

image: remuz [Jack The Ripper]

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Category: Afrobeat, Hip hop

With wonderful deathless ditties
We build up the world's great cities,
And out of a fabulous story
We fashion an empire's glory:
One man with a dream, at pleasure,
Shall go forth and conquer a crown;
And three with a new song's measure
Can trample an empire down. [1]

Down, down, down. Would the fall never come to an end! `I wonder how many miles I've fallen by this time?' she said aloud. `I must be getting somewhere near the centre of the earth. Let me see: that would be four thousand miles down, I think--' (for, you see, Alice had learnt several things of this sort in her lessons in the schoolroom, and though this was not a very good opportunity for showing off her knowledge, as there was no one to listen to her, still it was good practice to say it over) `--yes, that's about the right distance--but then I wonder what Latitude or Longitude I've got to?' (Alice had no idea what Latitude was, or Longitude either, but thought they were nice grand words to say.) [2]

O long-silent Sybil,
you of the winged dreams,
Speak out from your temple of light
as the serious constellations
with Greek names
still stare down on us
as a lighthouse moves its megaphone
over the sea
Speak out and shine upon us
the sea-light of Greece
the diamond light of Greece

Far-seeing Sybil, forever hidden,
Come out of your cave at last
And speak to us in the poet's voice
the voice of the fourth person singular
the voice of the inscrutable future
the voice of the people mixed
with a wild soft laughter--
And give us new dreams to dream,
Give us new myths to live by! [3]

So our princes who have lost their principalities after many years’ of possession shouldn’t blame their loss on fortuna. The real culprit is their own indolence, going through quiet times with no thought of the possibility of change (it’s a common human fault, failing to prepare for tempests unless one is actually in one!). And when eventually bad times did come, they thought of •flight rather than •self-defence, hoping that the people, upset by conquerors’ insolence, would recall them. This course of action may be all right when there’s no alternative, but it is not all right to neglect alternatives and choose this one; it amounts to voluntarily falling because you think that in due course someone will pick you up. If you do get rescued (and you probably won’t), that won’t make you secure; the only rescue that is really helpful to you is the one performed by you, the one that depends on yourself and your virtù. [4]