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Jockey Full of Bourbon

Photo: The Swamp

“Neo-Hoodoo is the 8 basic dances of 19th century New Orleans’ Place Congo- the Calinda, the Bamboula, the Chacta, the Babouille, the Conjaille, the Juba, the Congo and the VooDoo- modernized into the Philly Dog, the Hully Gully, the Funky Chicken, the Popcorn, the Boogaloo and the dance of great American choreographer Buddy Bradley. ”
― Ishmael Reed

Late Summertime Voodoo Blues

I suck at holding down this fort and compromising myself to update at least once a month. Here’s an overdue summer playlist. Slow and sensuous, but not mellow. Getting blitzed at some bar deep south or maybe drinking on a porch in the middle of nowhere. Maybe fantasizing about it while cleaning your house because you’re drinking tea when you’d rather drink bourbon.

Notes: I’m happy to announce that reader Canis Major actually followed my million dollar advice from the last post and took that perfect Jacqueline Taïeb song and turned it into a wicked Jay-Z styled sample. Here you go, share the love.

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Category: Blues

Sometimes I Feel So Lonely

 

Image vía Snapshots 2012

I leave my cave to share my loneliness…
And say Hi!

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Category: Blues, Motel de Moka, Rock

It Takes a Little Time

  • Alan Hawkshaw & Brian BennettMon Amour (Synthesizer & Percussion, 1974)
  • VelcroOne Day (One Day, 2011)

I’m not sorry for the absence, because i’ve learned so much in that time. I’ve seen lizards, concrete and blue water. I’ve eaten my weight in chilli many times over.

Here’s a playlist dotted with casually sincere sounds and remarks. Hawkshaw & Bennett “Lords of Library music”, Velcro, a charming and highly adequate Melbournian, Madcliff & Brunelle with their forgotten gems of late 20th century Americana.

“Hello Beach Girls” is in there for good measure. Enjoy whatever weather you’re given, overcast days usually make for better photographs.

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Category: Blues, Electronic, Exotica, Folk

Lungs

“The word arse is as much god as the word face.  It must be so, otherwise you cut off your god at the waist.”

List of songs about or related to body parts. More textural than literal, onomatopoeia, gesture and touch. Blues, jazz and some Lord Quas for the heads.

+ Townes Van ZandtLungs
(Townes Van Zandt, 1969)

+ Dorothy AshbyThe Moving Finger
(The Rubaiyat Of Dorothy Ashby, 1970)

+ Horace Silver - I’ve had a little talk
(Total Response, 1971)

+ Colosseum IIAll Skin & Bone
(Electric Savage, 1977)

+ John SangsterHair
(Ahead of Hair, 1969)

+ Roger Waters and Ron GeesinMrs. Throat goes Walking
(Music from the body, 1970)

+ QuasimotoCome on Feet
(The Unseen, 2000)

If you can think of any other good songs about body parts, please comment below. I’m building a collection…

art: Horace Silver – Total Response (detail of left panel of inner gatefold)
quote: DH Lawrence

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Category: Blues, Jazz, Psychedelic

Dummy Line

It’s been a while, hasn’t it?

Today’s list is nostalgic, and includes a track by John Fahey (who I initially discovered on this very website). It’s slightly warped playlist to listen to on a sunday drive. Just like the pumpkins in the photo, it’s earthy and organic, but in a slightly bent and malformed way. Folky, country, electronic and exotic. A few of these original pressings fetch a mighty dollar online, so enjoy the rips.

1. John Sangster - Sunrise
(Australia And All That Jazz Vol.1)

2. Vashti BunyanDiamond Day
(Just Another Diamond Day)

3. John Fahey In Christ There Is No East Or West
(The Legend Of Blind Joe Death)

4. Matthew YoungDummy Line
(Traveller’s Advisory)

5. Matthew Larkin CassellIn My Life
(Pieces)

6. Tony WilsonI Can’t Leave it Alone
(I Like Your Style)

7. Nino Nardini & Roger RogerTropical
(Jungle Obsession)

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Category: Blues, Exotica, Experimental, Folk

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]