klezmer electro-thug beats
klezmer electro-thug beats
- Last Active
- Member, Real Head
From a distance, it's funny to watch developments and think about stuff like, who is going to actually step up and run alongside trump as a VP? Aside from "drunk incoherent aunt at barbeque" Sarah Palin I guess. That'd be funny.
But really, my more serious view has been that there is definitely a level of unrest we haven't seen in several generations. I'm not talking about the '60s either but the '30s. I'm American, so I've been following Trump's rise, but for example, here in the UK the "Leave the EU" campaign is winning polls based on literally zero positive offerings. What they are campaigning on is "excessive" immigration in this 92+% native-born white country, xenophobia against Turks and Ukranians joining the EU (because it was so bad when Poles, Romanians and whoever else already came, sigh), taking back the ability of the UK government to abolish the Human Rights Act, and other totally odious, dim, narrow-minded nationalism that hasn't taken hold in the western world since the 1930s. Austria nearly elected basically a '30s style fascist a couple weeks ago in an election almost too close to call, Greece has a rising Nazi party (not even Neo-Nazi), Hungary's third largest party is an irredentist ultranationalist racist party, France is coming close to a X vs. National Front runoff next election...
While it all manifests slightly differently in the US, I feel it must come from the same root causes. Trump offers national pride to people who have nothing else to be proud of. Much like other hard-right movements (men's rights advocates, white supremacists, etc.) I think it's people whose sole source of self-worth now derives from clinging to irrational superiority through racism, sexism, or in Trump's case, mostly nationalism (with some of everything else in there too), because every other more concrete source of self-worth has been taken from them: economic self-determination, social mobility, community support and involvement, stability, health.
So, ironically, capitalism and neoliberalism has won so soundly in these countries that they've actually progressed backwards in time and destabilized again. If I was a hard core fan of capitalism, I'd be looking for ways to moderate it, reduce inequality, etc. very quickly because it is going to eat itself with this shit. That's why you see the IMF putting out research saying "jesus, we really screwed up with this austerity stuff, it's actually made things worse just like the leftists said it would". They see they've misbehaved so freely that they've created the conditions for another rise of fascism, nationalism, maybe even world wars.
So while Trump is a clown we can all hope will lose - and will, if enough people turn out to vote - maybe next week the UK is going to vote to leave the EU and destabilize the fuck out of that situation, maybe hard-right governments are going to be elected in quite a few European countries, including parties who want to invade neighboring countries because of lingering ethnic reasons... maybe next time a version of Trump who isn't a total clown will run and win. There's a lot to fight for and not just sit back and watch now, at any rate.
With Clyde, among the obvious Funky Drummer sample-inspiring-a-whole-genre stuff, and the killer recordings of Cold Sweat, Mother Popcorn etc., the thing that sticks out for me (as a shitty drummer who obsessed since age 12 over him, Bernard Purdie, etc.) was the 90s released live CD of James Brown live in Dallas 1968, "Say It Live And Loud".
They play what seems like 130-160bpm for the whole goddamn concert. There's an unbelievable version of "There Was A Time" on this that will make you drop a enchirito out of your crackass, in the words of ap. The ghost notes on that still give me wrist pain and I don't even come close. Every non-ballad is played so furiously and with so much snare grace-note depth it damn near presages 90s jungle/dnb records. Put that concert on and listen to "I Got The Feeling". I am not a James Brown completist but I haven't heard anything like that before or since. That is an overheating band and some unbelievable drumming driving it all.
In particular "There Was A Time" on that concert has driven my own feeble attempts at drumming way more than Funky Drummer or any of the famous Stubblefield recordings. The man is a personal hero for me and an enemy of my left wrist.
The late Mr. Stubblefield, ghost-noting a runaway train with his left hand:
I don't know German and didn't do the research Frank did, but my overall impression reading both guys' stuff is
a. a classic Frank diss track on par with Kon & Amir etc., although he's bringing it journalistic this time with reference citing and hardly any personal flambée
b. people are complex and it doesn't seem clear that yer man with the reissue label is just some nazi, maybe just an ex-edgelord edgy edgemaster who is now genuinely hella Christian and an honest dealer moving in on Frank's area of expertise
c. although the saltiness each of them has about "oh well did you pay so-and-so before you reissued that" just goes to show that pimpin' <3000-copy niche reissues of decades-old music from extremely populous countries without good record-keeping or copyright legalities ain't easy and I'm glad I'm not doing that for a living or even a giggle
Sometimes I want to communicate without sharing a photo or video I took on my phone and without limiting my character count. I believe one day there will be a platform that can accommodate this. Unfortunately that day was in like 1996 and now everything has to be owned and monetized by either google or facebook. I'd much rather ad money came to some schmoe running a small website or whatever
I know it ain't gonna happen but I really, really want to see the national spit-take if Labour take it (or at least the Cons can't form a government). It'd be the perfect culmination of 2 (really 7, but let's be generous) years of the government literally fucking up every prediction of every election result, writing checks they can't cash, being held to it, wreaking havoc and then for some reason being rewarded for it anyway at every turn.