cross-posted to Mudd Up!

Check the latest issue of BOMB magazine for an in-depth interview with Kevin Martin AKA The Bug. BOMB has just upped an excerpt & audio clip. Here’s an excerpt of the excerpt:

Jace Clayton: You told me this anecdote: you were at a dub night in London; it was lit by one lightbulb. That’s how I remember you describing it—

The Bug: Oh, yeah. That was again a very pivotal moment for me. Just after I moved to London I went to see Iration Steppas and The Disciples do a “sound clash” together. I didn’t know what the hell to expect. It was at a warehouse in the East End. Literally, there was a sound system on either side of a quite small room with a lightbulb hanging above each, no stage, the audience trapped in the middle, and this head-shredding volume and over-the-top psychedelia. Every mix that each producer was playing would get more and more out-there. At first you would think, Oh, this is a nice reggae tune, and by the end you’d be thinking, Holy shit, this is electro-acoustic madness! People were looking stoned, shell-shocked, or both by what was hitting them. (laughter) It almost altered my internal DNA and how I appreciated music. Before I moved to London, I’d seen a very early Swans show and had realized just how much I loved physical impact in sound.


Photo by Niall O’Brien. Courtesy of Ninja Tune.

JC Funny, every time we’ve played together I’ve always tried to leave the building when you were sound checking. It’s massive volume and you take it so seriously; oftentimes if the sound guy is not up to speed, you’ll let him have it. Can you talk about the importance of getting the sound you want in a live situation?

TB Boy, I guess I’ve got a bad reputation for being a bit finicky and demanding. Once you’ve had the experience of what music can be like, if you are a perfectionist and obsessive (like I realize I’ve become), you don’t want to compromise. I don’t follow the idea of making any type of compromise in my life, and definitely not in my music: music is my life. If you’re happy to shut up and let someone water down what you want, then you really shouldn’t be making music. It’s not important enough to you, you know? I believe in a hard-core mentality. Any art should be a pure reflection of the intention of the person making it, and any degree of compromise along the way is just going to lessen the impact of what that person is trying to do. As far as I’m concerned, the physicality of sound is crucial; it takes you beyond intellectual discourse, to very primal, psychological confrontations. I like what it can do to you: it can be seductive, it can be sexy, it can be aggressive, it can fuck you up, it can flatten you, it can wake you up. Intense musical experiences have changed how I live my life, full stop. To some people this may sound a bit over-the-top. My passion is music, and that is reflected in how I approach the live arena. Now, increasingly, when record sales are shrinking, it’s important to leave a statement, to walk away having done something memorable. Volume in itself isn’t memorable; anyone can turn the volume up to 12 and crush someone with it. That’s not impressive. It’s the constructions within the music that are important.

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[Navidad en el Tropico: Los Trovadores de Puerto Rico album cover]

first – next Monday’s radio show will be a two-hour special! so tune in at 6pm EST to hear special guest Marcus Boon discuss his latest book, In Praise of Copying. As he says: “Aside from talking about World Music 2.0, the global rise of Autotune, and how to live in a world of copies without originals, I’m going to play some music: expect Kuduro, Logobi, Saharan psychedelia, Ramadanman as well as some clips from other folks’ mixes and some archival hauntings.”

second – ELECTROACOUSTIC CAROLS was the title of last week’s radio show.
In the end I only played 1 or 2 villancicos, but it was a nice hour nonetheless, lots of deep flamenco & oud/vocal pieces:

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cross-posted on Mudd Up!

One of the most interesting books I read this year was Marcus Boon‘s In Praise of Copying (free PDF download). It’s a philosophically broad consideration of copying, informed by Buddhism – which has long considered essencelessness — and a really good soundtrack. Published on Harvard University press, it gives me hope for akademic writing: Boon’s prose is lucid and approachable, whether discussing “Louis Vuitton” bags or Taoist views on the ecology of copying…

Here’s an excerpt. After describing a breakdance battle between two dancers with highly divergent styles, Boon writes:

Of course ‘style,’ including hip-hop style, has long been integrated into the capitalist marketplace — and there could be no capitalist market at all without very particular organizations of appropriations of copia abundance. But to see style, and for that matter ‘copying,’ as mere epiphenomena of capitalist production is to invert things, and to radically underestimate the power of these forces. The power of hip-hop, and the five elements, which are five ‘styles’ of being in the world, constitute five types of magic, if you like — five ways of transforming things, and therefore five ways of changing what gets called a ‘person’ and what gets called a ‘world.’ I would like to think, though I can’t prove it, that folk cultures have always had this power, have always discovered it for themselves, insofar as folk cultures are always cultures to whom nothing belongs, from whom everything is taken.

The New Yorker described the book as: “. . .not an investigation of the ethical dilemmas of copying but a Gertrude Stein-like affirmation of the mimesis that happens everywhere and everyday. Boon sees copying as fundamental to existence, part of ‘how the universe functions and manifests.’ . . . Boon encourages us to rethink terms like ‘subject,’ ‘object,’ ‘different,’ and ‘the other,’ in order to “account for our fear of and fascination with copying.”

Marcus Boon has a great radio voice and will join me on WFMU 91.1 FM NYC next Monday, December 27th, 6-8pm, to discuss In Praise of Copying and share some music!

Radio tonight! We’ll have some seasonal cheer in the form of aguinaldos y villancicos, some exclusive cumbia jams from Capitol K, a bit of Enrique Morente (R.I.P. – post coming soon!) and Leafcutter John — Over the weekend I realized that listening to good flamenco is strangely analogous to listening to good electroacoustic music – if you surrender, each can take you so deep…

And I nearly forgot to post up the stream from last Monday’s show:

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tracklist:

The Ex Huriyet Turn
Kumbia Queers Celosa La Gran Estafa del Tropipunk
Cauto vs Caroline Bergvall Dante / version
Forest Swords Rattling Cage Rattling Cage / Hjurt
The Ex Theme from Konono Turn
Baby Huey Hard Times The Baby Huey Story
Tabu Ley Rochereau Exil-Ley The Voice of Lightness vol. 2
Foster Manganyi Moya Wanga Ndzi Teke Reindzo no. 1
Cabo Snoop Windeck Bluetooth
Los Askis Poco A Poco (DJ Luiggi Chosica 2010)
Grupo Saya Canita Canaveral
Shigeto Relentless Drag Full Circle
Natalie Storm Nuh Teki Bak Songs 2 Fuck & Fight 2
Natalie Storm Put a Spell On You
Natalie Storm Wuk Mi Nani Songs 2 Fuck & Fight 2
Peter Broderick Awaken/Panic/Restraint Music For Contemporary Dance
Diana Navarro Separaos Camino Verde rest in peace Enrique Morente
Peter Broderick Part 6: Electroconvulsive Shock Music For Contemporary Dance

This week Google unveiled Ngrams, “a mammoth database culled from nearly 5.2 million digitized books available to the public for free downloads and online searches, opening a new landscape of possibilities for research and education in the humanities.” Which is the long view writ large.

Here in Brooklyn, Tahir Hemphill is cooking up something much more immediate.

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Tahir & I were resident artists at Eyebeam together, where he began constructing Hip-Hop Word Count, a crazily smart rap-lyric-geomapping datacrunch project which lets you do stuff like, say, locate the first mention of ‘champagne’ and watch it migrate across the boroughs and peak across the years. Tahir’s doing a Kickstarter to continue developing the “searchable ethnographic database built from the lyrics of over 40,000 Hip-Hop songs from 1979 to present day.”

…It was the whiteness of the whale that above all things appalled me. But how can I hope to explain myself here; and yet, in some dim, random way, explain myself I must, else all these chapters might be naught.

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Though in many natural objects, whiteness refiningly enhances beauty, as if imparting some special virtue of its own, as in marbles, japonicas, and pearls; and though various nations have in some way recognised a certain royal preeminence in this hue; even the barbaric, grand old kings of Pegu placing the title “Lord of the White Elephants” above all their other magniloquent ascriptions of dominion; and the modern kings of Siam unfurling the same snow-white quadruped in the royal standard; and the Hanoverian flag bearing the one figure of a snow-white charger; and the great Austrian Empire, Caesarian, heir to overlording Rome, having for the imperial color the same imperial hue; and though this pre-eminence in it applies to the human race itself, giving the white man ideal mastership over every dusky tribe;

and though, besides, all this, whiteness has been even made significant of gladness, for among the Romans a white stone marked a joyful day; and though in other mortal sympathies and symbolizings, this same hue is made the emblem of many touching, noble things- the innocence of brides, the benignity of age; though among the Red Men of America the giving of the white belt of wampum was the deepest pledge of honor; though in many climes, whiteness typifies the majesty of Justice in the ermine of the Judge, and contributes to the daily state of kings and queens drawn by milk-white steeds; though even in the higher mysteries of the most august religions it has been made the symbol of the divine spotlessness and power; by the Persian fire worshippers, the white forked flame being held the holiest on the altar; and in the Greek mythologies, Great Jove himself being made incarnate in a snow-white bull; and though to the noble Iroquois, the midwinter sacrifice of the sacred White Dog was by far the holiest festival of their theology, that spotless, faithful creature being held the purest envoy they could send to the Great Spirit with the annual tidings of their own fidelity; and though directly from the Latin word for white, all Christian priests derive the name of one part of their sacred vesture, the alb or tunic, worn beneath the cassock; and though among the holy pomps of the Romish faith, white is specially employed in the celebration of the Passion of our Lord; though in the Vision of St. John, white robes are given to the redeemed, and the four-and-twenty elders stand clothed in white before the great-white throne, and the Holy One that sitteth there white like wool; yet for all these accumulated associations, with whatever is sweet, and honorable, and sublime, there yet lurks an elusive something in the innermost idea of this hue, which strikes more of panic to the soul than that redness which affrights in blood.

– Herman Melville, Moby Dick chapter 42: The Whiteness of the Whale

Depending on how you hold it, the New City Reader is either a a temporary newspaper that will be published from October 6, 2010 to January 9, 2011 as part of the Last Newspaper exhibition at the New Museum, or a performance-based editorial residency which happens inside the museum.

I’m guest-editing part of the MUSIC/STYLE section. I have assembled a World-Class Crew of Contributors & am super excited to escort their brilliance into print. Our editorial team will meeting inside the New Museum today around 6pm. You are welcome to come heckle us, suggest things, share tea + cookies + a mate gourd. (entrance is free after 7pm today)

Past editions of New City Reader can be viewed here, and you can grab the current issue at the museum itself. Follow NCR on Twitter, although Twitter hates wikileaks and censors trending topics in yet another weird devolution of transparency (so much for algorithmic populism). So. Where were we? Shopping for electronics on Canal St? Close. We were on Bowery. Inside a museum round the corner from the flophouse.

New City Reader: Public space, urban space, information space, wrapped up with the finger-smudging timeliness of an experimental weekly.

Gregory Whitehead on ‘Radio Poetics, Interference, and Muck‘:

But at least within the edgelands of analog broadcast, the curious and hungry listener can still find refuge in the dank cosmic electromud squeezed between signals or smudged at the far ends of the dial: the intrinsic poetry of the medium is still safe, and easily accessed, no matter who or what is on the air.

speaking of electromud… me on WFMU last night:

tracklist:

Expressway Yo-Yo Dieting Bubblethug 2
Glasser Clamour
Lido Pimienta track 7 Colores EP
Squeezer / Nature Yote Ni Yale Yale Whirring Cat Drama Screwtape
Becoming Real Chinatown Showdown ft. Trim
Illum Sphere Sweat The Descent
Wiley Last Day of 09 (Reply to Trim)
Marcus Schmickler Cursive Phasing
Marcus Fisher Wave Atlas
Shackleton International Fires
Naty Kid Sereia
Coil The Snow
Crystal Castles Empathy (Word The Cat screw)
Coil Ostia (The Death of Pasolini)
Tabu Ley Rochereau Tanga Tanga

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I’ve been in the game a minute, and if there’s one thing that great bands do, it is cultivate a community. Not fans or “friends”, or “followers” –  I mean something much more basic, humane; the point of a stage is not to climb up & grin in the spotlight but use it to communicate (and create) us, our little vulnerable selves and the power that happens when we gather, talk, dance, build. How else we gonna survive? Godspeed You! Black Emperor is a very good case in point.

Bands are social microcosms, little mobile ways of being — if it’s just turning up to 11 and getting wasted on beer each night, you may as well be writing the history of ice.

Find us playing this weekend. Many friends gathering.

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“We are all only temporary curators of our present bodies, which will all decay, sooner or later. In a hundred years or so all the humans currently alive will have died. I take great comfort in knowing, with certainty, that thing that makes us special, able to enrich our own lives and those of others, will not cease when our bodies do but will be just starting a new (and hopefully even better) adventure … ” –  Peter ‘Sleazy’ Christopherson

RIP Sleazy.

Coil was great. I can’t really explain it here. Just returned to NYC after a productive absence but today is one of those “days” where I’m “home” for less than 24 hours. His post–  post–  Throbbing Gristle project X-TG was slated to play at the GY!BE ATP this weekend, we were looking forward to that…

although his work that really opened my young self up was Coil.

Red Slur is the first Coil song I ever heard. Sometime in high school, these 3 minutes made an indelible impression. It remains one of my favorite songs.

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Coil – Red Slur (from Gold Is The Metal With The Broadest Shoulders)

I loved that they could be honestly, truly creepy…

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Coil – The First Five Minutes After Death (from Horse Rotorvator)

…and then go “pop.”

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Coil – The Snow (from Love’s Secret Domain)

is the name of a gorgeous, long-running group from Zanzibar. Twinned accordions, khanoun, oud, violins, dapper clothes…

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Here’s a nice quote on that complicated kultur dance: the tourist stampede

“Their CD-releases have made the name Culture Musical Club known to audiences throughout the world, so much so that rehearsals in their clubhouse have become somewhat of a tourist attraction.

This, however, does not interfere with the first and foremost aim of their social gathering – namely to enjoy music and ‘to be moved’ by it, as the original meaning of the word “taarab” implies.”

a track from Culture Musical Club‘s latest CD kicks off last night’s radio show, now streamable:

Subscribe to the Mudd Up! podcast if you prefer downloadable versions, issued a week after FM broadcast: , Mudd Up! RSS. Also useful: WFMU’s free iPhone app. Got a LOT of positive feedback from the show with Das Racist a few weeks back. A very lively hour, that one.

tracklist

Culture Musical Club Kidumbaki pt. 1 Shime!

Bass Clef vs Kasai Allstars The Incident at Mbuji-Mayi Tradi-Mods vs. Rockers: Alternative Takes on Congotronics (V/A)

Skeat Dumelang Radioclit presents: The Sound of Club Secousse

Chllngr vs De Tropix People Dem Shouting EXCLUSIVE YEP

Maga Bo Fire feat Xuman Archipelagoes

Banana Clipz War Dem Want

Amazigh Berber track! Les Meilleures Chansons Amazighia Atassia Selecetionnees Atlassiat

Afrocubism Jarabi Afrocubism lyrics excerpt: Everybody chooses their own love Everybody chooses their own love I have chosen my own love Love is like electricity Love is like a disease….

Ranil y Su Conjunto Tropical Andalucia Ranil’s Jungle Party

Kanye West Gorgeous ft. Kid Cudi & Raekwon My Beatiful Dark Twisted Fantasy

Oudaden track 2 live album, 2010

Headin’ north this weekend… Toronto on Friday, Buffalo on Saturday.

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The Toronto event forms part of the Music Gallery’s “Transforming The Network” series. We begin with a panel discussion on World Music 2.0 at 7pm. Details. A few hours after that the music kicks off. 

Then on Saturday, I’ll be DJing a party in Buffalo with Brainfeeder artist Alex B @ Soundlab. I’ve never been to Buffalo! Come on through and say what’s up.

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It’s Monday and Monday means Mudd.

On tonight’s radio show: brand new material from Paddy Johnson/Art Fag City’s battle DJ inspired LP (one side features sound from Manhattan art projects, the other, Brooklyn), BananaClipz exclusives, a few vintage Khaled jams, and –  as always –  more more more.

Mudd Up! with DJ Rupture – WFMU 91.1fm wfmu.org Monday nights 7–8pm EST

And last week’s show with Julianne Escobedo Shepherd and Das Racists’ Dapwell is now streaming:

 

tracklist:

Magnetic Man   Perfect Stranger feat. Katie B (Benga remix)   

  Julianne Shepherd + Dapwell  live interview   

  Rusko  Hold On  

Kim Ann Foxman  Creature  

  Julianne Shepherd + Dapwell  real talk!  

  Alexis  Lonely Sea  

Julianne Shepherd + Dapwell  interview

Subtrkt  Nervous feat Jessie Ware  

Julianne Shepherd + Dapwell  real talk!

Ms Dynamite  Want U Now  

Julianne Shepherd + Dapwell  interview  

  Egyptrixxx  The Only Way Up (Cubic Zirconium remix)  

Julianne Shepherd + Dapwell  real talk  

Paleface & Kyla  Do You Mind (Crazy Cousinz mix)  

Julianne Shepherd + Dapwell  interview