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As the time passes I'm finding it's that sense of "...oh, I should give dad a call - wait, nope" that's depressing. Unlearning good habits - that's the stinker.
Sorry to hear that L*o.
Same here. Been seeing Christmas cards and tins of shortcake biscuits (Legit has to have Deer/Stag Combo artworks or your (sic) soft) which we always got for him but, no.. not this year. Or ever. And seems mum has took a nosedive - she's unable to look after herself and has gone into a home. From speaking to her oldest friends, looks like she has had an eating disorder for years (swapping gin for food and other bulimia-R behaviours) and it was not talked about by my dad or anyone that knew. Now it's all caught up with her.
But she's currently in hospital because she's got t3h Covids. What she comes out like (if at all) is going to be a lottery but we did our best. She is somehow very resilient. They told her ten years ago she would die if she started drinking again but she's gotten away with it. She should hit up the tequila with you, bud! God that was a messy evening in London. Wandering around with a bag of vinyl, barely able to stand up, couldn't find my room. I was in the wrong building. Slept through all alarms and missed about 5 calls from Skel. Went to the bathroom to do the old technicolour yawn. Apparently I'd been there before during the night because it was already like an explosion in a soup factory.
Cleaned it up, just caught the train. Realized I'd left all my clothes in the wardrobe. I never got them back. I did however, keep the vinyl on me at all times.
Apropos of nothing - thanks to the Strutmen @ppadilha @billbradley @Electrode for helping out with the offloadings and generally for keeping the Strut forums going, it's the only place I would ever talk this kind of shit on the internet.
I saw him a few times live, and met him in a record shop and chatted about his obscure shit, like Delphi (three strings per key piano bith for the Scientologists) you know, to show him I was a real geek, because I thought that would make me somehow seem less insignificant.
He was unerringly nice and more importantly, was an absolute mother on keys. My favourite set is the Akoustic Band live at The Blue Note, Tokyo. It's where Vinnie Colaiuta deps for Dave Weckl. Vinnie is channelling the ghoast of Tony Williams and it's, uh... Electric. You can find some of the set on YouTube. Vinnie sneaking a cigarette at the kit.
There's also one with him and Hiromi and the late youth Austin Peralta knocking six shades out of "Someday My Prince Will Come" in Tokyo too. If you know, you know.
Rest in power. Gutted.
Maybe this puts me even further into the minority but I would argue that if it's on beat, scratching in the context of a DJ mix doesn't have to be too advanced technique-wise. Not saying yours wasn't good BTW, just a general taste of mine.
I remember going to a DJ Expo years back and they had a guy demoing on three turntables who was the reigning dmc champion etc and had a big following of stans. I watched it and he was basically like a really good juggler - but with turntables instead of balls. It was super-technical and... completely boring to listen to. He had took it to a level beyond what it was supposed to be, for me.
I had watched a no-name kid of about 16 trying out a mixer earlier in the day and he was really funky - always knew where the beat was and kept it bumping. Nothing we had never seen before but everyone could nod their head to it.
I found myself stood next to him at this dmc demo. I told him he was better than this guy. He didn't believe me, he said "I can't do all that". I said "Nobody needs to do all that. it's just not music anymore."
It's the same argument I have for bass players, there are guys and girls who are basically shredding Coltrane on lead bass, but it does nothing for me. There is no attempt to complement the beat. I bow down to their ability - I don't want to sound salty - but I wouldn't want to listen to it again, or buy it.
ketan said:Frank said:Call me whatever you want but in a strange way the Bee Gees are deep to me.
How Deep Is Your Love is deep.
The melodies in that are all killer. Verses, chorus, bridge, all could make other different hits on their own. Maybe being old enough to hear it in it's original context spreads rose-coloured marmalade all over it for me, but Night Fever has bangers.
I have checked out others from their catalogue but my boat remained unfloated.
And I'm saying Maurice was the one with the most taste. Apart from the balding mullet / chesthair combo. Gotta have been the marching powder, right?
CRABFUNK said:Hardly current but I keep coming back to Frank for some reason or other. I think it contians some basic truths that are not intuitive or expected. Anyone else into this one?
I liked the film, he's obviously more a tragic character in the film but as long as you know the distinction it's all good.
My brother worked on a TV show that the real Frank did a regular guest-spot on. I was in the audience a few times. I remember he (as Frank) wore these white jeans with tons of small biro-written messages on them, which he never stood still long enough for me to read properly, but it reminded me of all the scribblings you see 24-carat nutters make on their prison walls or in skin-bound journals. His humour was pretty nuanced though... He opened for the Spice Girls at one big gig and started with:
"Scream if you love [insert name of Spice Girl here]!" (cue massive screams from crowd)
"Scream if you love [insert name of next Spice Girl here]!" (cue massive screams from crowd)
"Scream if you've got Betamax!"... (crickets ).... "I've got Betamax and wondered if anyone wanted to swap films with me."
I mean, that takes balls.
He (Chris IRL) was a completely different person without the mask - I mean, very regular, you would never know he was Frank unless you knew. My brother used to sit with him in the studio canteen sometimes and they would chat about art and how shit the tea was, but he wasn't one of these always "ON" people like you'd imagine Jim Carrey or peak Robin Williams to be.
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