Wednesday, August 19, 2009

Genome d' Jah

Jah Scorp has been working on an ATL Genome for some time now, and Mark from Quadiliacha has realized his vision with this fully interactive graph. See how it all ties together H E R E.

Tuesday, August 18, 2009

Lovely Sky Boat

A-fir-ju-well, Rashied Ali, who passed forward last week.  Though admittedly, I have a hard time with the later Coltrane-era chaos, the Alice Coltrane records that immediately follow JC's passing bring peace and calmness like few things I've heard.  Rashied's drumming is completely free of time and timeless, rhythmless and in the pocket, tumultuous and serene.  Beautiful.


Thursday, August 6, 2009

Street Dreams are Made of These


Crab Louie: I played music before I understood the Beatles. Once I got the Beatles, understood the musicianship, it was easily a redefinition of my approach to crafting songs, to instrumentation, to you name it. Even my bass playing. White folks never heard bass being played like that. [It was] nothing short of a complete overhaul of my understanding of how I should approach the instrument and engage the public. I prefer John Lennon as a songwriter, but I can’t help but show love for Paul McCartney. Favorite (Paul McCartney) Beatles song: “Mother Nature’s Son.”

(via Creative Loafing)

Tuesday, August 4, 2009

Linguistics

This past weekend, under direct orders from Sgt. Flowers himself, The Noot Squad performed their sworn duties in the missing man formation for both Dream Sanitation and Chappy. It seems DS has been up to his eyeballs in what the French refer to as "Le Bullshit" these last couple of weeks. Whether it be big bossman, johnny lawcakes, or the Slumlord who just doesn't care, my man can't catch a break. And to top it all off, he and the missus are furiously readying Sanitation Manor for the arrival of their first born son Damo Zawinul Dinger. (Real name withheld for security purposes). What's remarkable however, is that all the while the Dream has maintained his sense of humor, style, and timing with his guns up and his ho's down. To this I raise a glass and offer a toast: Here's to some future shit, spaceman...we love you guys.
p.s. You wouldn't believe how many conversations with Dream Sanitation go exactly like this.