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Florianópolis

Photo: Alison Brady.

Flor y ano polis. I’ve been meaning to do a latin summer playlist for a while now, there’s so many songs I want to share that I just can’t decide on a particular genre, and thus, this one goes all over the place: boogaloo, rumba, cumbia, son, salsa and even some spanish quasi-reggae. It’s a bit eclectic but I assure you they’re all highlights in my collection, and if you have any pulse in you they’ll make you dance a little dance, lust for a sip of a tropical cocktail and daydream about an utopian caribbean paradise that never ends.

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Category: Jazz

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

One For Daddy-O

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Groove and Flavor

01. The Ramsey Lewis TrioNature Boy
Pot Luck (Argo Records, 1962)
02. Cannonball AdderleyOne For Daddy-O
Somethin’ Else (1958)
03. The NecksBuoyant
Chemist (Rer Megacorp, 2007)
04. TristezaPeaks
Mixed Signals (Tiger Style, 2002)
05. Jimmy McGriffTight Times
Electric Funk (1969)

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note: Hard New York flavor. Jazz and all. Something to listen to if you miss NYC, in classic 60′s bebop sound track sort of way. The Neck is australian groups.

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image: Untitled (1983) by Jannis Kounellis (Greek, born 1936). Steel beam, steel bed frame with propane gas torch, five steel shelves, smoke traces, and steel panel and shelf with wood, Overall approximately 10′ 11 1/2″ x 17′ 7 1/4″ x 16 1/4″ (333.9 x 536.5 x 41.2 cm). Sid R. Bass, Blanchette Hooker Rockefeller, The Norman and Rosita Winston Foundation, Inc. Funds, and purchase. © 2011 Jannis Kounellis

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Category: Jazz

Allez Donc Vous Faire Bronzer

Photo: Nickolas Muray via GEH.

Allez donc vous faire bronzer
Sur la plage, sur la plage.

An all-weekend getaway to the beach. A subtle and clumsy dance on the pool. I love this Nickolas Muray photograph. I had no idea they had such bright, colourful photographs in 1932. I’d love to lie and tell you I created this playlist inspired by it. Maybe I will.
I created this playlist inspired by today’s photograph. Manouche jazz, soul funk, rare groove… it’s a nice, vibrant soundset for warm summer days. It might just scare the rain away.

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Category: Acoustic, Beats, Jazz, Soul

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2 a.m. Heroin Vapour

01. Bohren & Der Club Of GoreDestroying Angels
Black Earth (Ipecac Recordings, 2002)
02. Charlie Haden & Egberto GismontiSilence
In Montreal [Live] (Ecm Records, 2001)
03. Jaco PastoriusPortrait Of Tracy
Jaco Pastorius (1976)
04. Christian McBrideMwandishi Outcome Jam
Live At Tonic (Rope-a-Dope, 2006)
05. Miles DavisTeo
Someday My Prince Will Come (1961)

note: Somewhere between cool jazz and recent sound. All in slow bass. It is a 2 am deep night list with classic imageries of jazz, with early sixties texture. That near hallucination perfect brass and bass combination, when demons lurk at the boundary of consciousness or seduction dissolve in warm night. Your other is in control and it’s perfectly engulfing the night. Rupture.

see also: Suspended Variation III
image: missha

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Category: Jazz

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]