Due to the recent election, people feel no need to keep pumping their fists. It’s as if they’ve been tricked to believe that the years of hatred has been erased with one achievement. If you’re one of the ones that fell into this trap, stay tuned… for some post-election rap jams/news from Playboy Tre, who last month dropped a brand new street album/mixtape titled Liquor Store Mascot.
My partner Tally put me up on Tre’s excellent 2008 mixtape Goodbye America, which noz called a near classic— I think it’s an absolute classic and one of the most criminally slept on street albums of last year. In a sense Liquor Store Mascot feels as if it should have been the precursor to Goodbye America, rather than the other way around. LSM continues with the same themes, same relentlessness, but it is more dramatic, more nightmarish, and even funnier (Bobby Ray asking “what about HAM Squad? How am I supposed to smoke all these HAMs by myself?” gets me every time.) The themes here, on the track above and on the mixtape about crime, poverty, race, alcoholism, police brutality and the recent increase in gun sales and gun club membership in the Obama era.
I still haven’t fully wrap my ears around the tape or even this track, “Breakin’ News,” which is dense, and Tre is reflecting on deep, serious problems (like Oscar Grant‘s shooting in the Bay) but his flow is so deceptively disarming with that Georgian accent and Southern drawl, the grand social comments (and criticisms of Obama) like “ain’t nothing change in the streets we walk” or “the president’s black but the neighborhood sad” just breeze through, as if they are of no significance– just a drunk talking shit over beats.
I don’t like Luda, but he’s alright– I have been saying that for a decade. Here, Luda warns the government about trampling voices of dissent and encourages said voices to reassert themselves, after the euphoria and noise. Busta shouts out Obama, empathizes with struggling people, –the starving, the evicted, the unemployed, etc. In the middle, there’s that Willie kid. Why is Barack O’Drama always shouting? We are already listening to our music at very dangerous dBs. Deafness descends upon all of us. Sounds bleeding out of our earbuds and headphones, in trains and buses, the constant blasts of noise in New York, sound levels at clubs are usually over 120 dBs. I was at Que Bajo?! for about three hours last night, and my ears are ringing right now. I was briefly exposed to that wobbly monster Geko was in search of in Colombia. To conclude this, a whole generation is at risk of premature deafness and the DJ business is loudness.
Empty fridgerator and pissy elevators… welcome to Queens? And it’s 1997 all over again! The image of the pissy elevator as a prominent identifying feature in mid to late nineties New York rap is as significant as say the scuffed timbs. I liked Wallabees and Mountain Gear better then.
THE FADER kicks off their latest issue’s podcast mix with a summer single from Dutty Artz!
Go here to nab it and enjoy La Yegros’ slinky hit, “Trocitos de Madera” — I’m twisting the arm of my favorite Peruvian diseñadora as we speak, she’s finishing up artwork NOW which means the ‘Trocitos de Madera’ single will be available in a few weeks, with remixes by Matt Shadetek & I (crunk tropical), El Remolon (tropical minimal), and Marcelo Fabian (kinda insane IDM).
Until then, you can bump it alongside Salem (!), Jahdan Blakkamoore (!!) and others (?X?X?) in the Fader’s podcast.
If you happen to be within striking distance of London- make sure you come out Friday night to check the Dutty Artz sound coming loud to Demolition. Shaun Bass puts it well “Choose unemployment. Choose a constant struggle to be noticed. Build your own fucked up, contorted family, Fuck paying for a television license, Fuck doing the laundry, Fuck cars, iPods, and your fucking Blackberry.
Choose poor health, poor diet and slacking off visits to the doctor.
Choose low priced, rented accomodation. Choose a squatted Warehouse in Hackney Wick. Choose your friends. Choose handmade and charity shop clothing, gaffa tape and rubbish, fuck matching luggage.
Fuck a three piece suite on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY Fashion, art and music and knowing exactly who you are on a Saturday night.
Fuck sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing sprit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Fuck rotting away at the end of it all, pishing you last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked-up brats you have spawned to replace yourself. Destroy the future.
Choose demolition!”
***FREE ENTRY b4 11pm***
DESTRUCTION BREEDS CREATION! LET’S PRESS THE RED BUTTON, LET’S PUSH IT OVER THE EDGE, LET’S KNOCK IT ALL DOWN!
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Start Time: Friday, May 8, 2009 at 10:00pm
End Time: Saturday, May 9, 2009 at 5:00am
Location:
The Ghetto (Both Floors)
58 Old Street
London, United Kingdom
Check me out in Manhattan tomorrow! This is the party that had to be rescheduled from last month due to the venue being sold (weird, I know).
INFOS:
Unit.One Presents
BROKENTEETH at The Studio at Websterhall – SPECIAL EVENT!!
A Wednesday Night Affair
Wednesday May 6th, 2009
So, we have changed our LOCATION and have decided to bring you guys SPECIAL WEDNESDAY NIGHT one offs. This Month we have Matt Shadetek DUTTY ARTZ and Joee Irwin pf PALMS OUT!!
The night is to push fun, music and drinks. Special Guest are encouraged to play rare vinyl or tunes that they usually don’t play out. These DJs grind it out on tour and play for the crowd, but Brokenteeth is about playing the music they really love and rarely get to play. It is a Wednesday night affair. (more…)
No kidding! Thanks to all who came out to New York Tropical 5 to see Uproot Andy, Geko, me and Maluca. It was a lot of fun. Maluca killed it, super energy and the people loved it. Here are some pics from the night. This month we’ll be back at Glasslands on Friday May 29th doin’ it again, flier and info very soon.
For those of us who spent a lot of time in the internets Google (the octopus inside) is an interesting subject. Many of us suspect there are a lot of secrets to be found out.
Now it seems that rather than just absorbing and adapting Caribbean influences, the sound of UK funky is crossing the Atlantic and starting to cause waves in Jamaica.
Almost every time I’ve tuned into to London bashment station Mystic FM recently, I hear funky house played by Jamaican radio hosts who are clearly loving it, sometimes rhyming in patois over instrumentals.
nuff mp3s + youtubery fleshes it out, including Aidonia (autotuned) flowing over Crazy Cousinz. EXCITING DEVELOPMENTZ.
After putting together Recession Proof Wallets, I was in desperate need for some cleansing, something calm and uplifting to refresh my poor, tortured ears. A friend at my day job recommended Umalali‘s Garifuna Women’s Project. When I heard this album, I was on a bus riding home very late, and it was absolutely right for the moment— very beautiful and crucial Afro-Caribbean rhythm and voice, tunes are short and direct.
The Garinagu ethnic group, made up of people of mixed ancestry (Carib, Arawak, and African people, otherwise known as Black Caribs) from shipwrecked vessels along the coasts of Central America with deep history of resistance to colonization from the French and British empires. We played this song on Mudd Up! with DJ /rupture, you can listen to the show here. The West African influence here is so heavy, you’ll swear you’re listening to something directly from Guinea or Mali.
We got a call from Disco Shawn from Bersa Discos/Tormenta Tropical and he’ll be throwing down with us at APT tomorrow longside Uproot Andy, myself and N-Ron Hubbard.
APT is located at 419 W 13th St between 9th and Washington. NO COVER
Now about 3 weeks back I got an email from Toy Selectah and he asked me to throw up his MEXMORE LP but I got distracted in getting ready for my vacation.
If you didn’t catch it on some of the other blogs by now then its my fault you haven’t heard this yet, and I take responsibility for not having given you the opportunity to look cooler just by telling your friends about it. Now when you tell them, you can also collect bonus points for telling them how they too can get their pura crema on right here inna NYC June 4th!!
I found this tune youtubin late last night. I’ve always thought funana, an accordion based dance music from Cape Verde, was really beautiful and melodic for such a fast tempo, but I wasn’t up on the new electronic form that it’s obviously taken until Ezra from Vampire Weekend pointed it out to me a few weeks ago.  In fact the homies Schlachthofbronx did a good little interpretation of the style which you can grab here and I’ve heard a few kuduros mashed up with funana as well. Below you can download my traditional favorite, by Ferro Gaita which bangs pretty hard as it is, but anyone who finds the above tune… well, as Geko would say, I’ll give you cookie.
Glad to finally get to sit down and write this post. Since I got back from my trip, it feels like we’ve been busier than ever. Sometimes a couple gigs a night, sometimes going off till 7am. Dutty Artz crew is in full force right now. And that force is global.
Altitude 2,640 M
04º 38′ N, 74º 05′ W
Major Exports: Flowers, Petroleum, dope music.
This is it. The cradle of afro-latin music. I check in to the hotel around 12:30am on a friday night/saturday morning but I learn that the bar scene in Bogota has been much regulated in the past couple years and the clubs now close around 2am. We decide to stay in for the night. Its raining and after the night I had on thursday at Que Bajo?! I could use the sleep. Lots planned for the rest of the week.
On Saturday morning, we drive just a couple blocks and the first thing I notice is the graffiti. Bogota is covered in colors. You find the intricately woven name tags but also styles that infuse indigenous art and that’s what really stands out.
We visit la Plaza Bolivar, get our bandeja paisa on and drive around the city a bit before getting dropped off at La Familia Ayara, my musical liaisons for the trip.
I meet Diana, an up and coming PR agent under an overpass and walk over to the LFA headquarters. She introduces me to Choco and Lil Chris. These kids are organized! Their office is my dream work space. They started off as Colombia’s first hip-hop clothing line but they’ve flourished over the past 11 years into a much larger non-profit enterprise working closely with UNICEF to use hip-hop as a platform for teaching workshops to di disadvantaged youts dem in afro-colombian villages throughout the country. I am standing in epicenter of Colombia’s urban music scene.
We enter the storefront where you can buy top quality mixtapes, original albums by local hip-hop, reggae and fusion acts plus hoodies, shirts, jeans, magazines, and of course, spray paint. It’s after hours and the store is closed but they show us around the space. Past the register there is a partitioned off computer bank with four work stations. This is where the forums for workshops are created.
Upstairs, another computer bank is where the administrative literature and emailing for funding goes down and the general business is managed.
There is another office for the Program Director who I meet only briefly as he is meeting about a trip to the Pacific coast this week to do some workshops and volunteer work . I’m impressed but this is still only half of the center. Next door to the store/HQ, the rec center where they host workshops for kids and are training an army of hip-hop soldiers to fight the revolution.
Familia Ayara luuuh da keedz! Monday through Friday they operate an after school program teaching kids break dancing, graffiti and forums on community issues ranging from teen pregnancy, drug abuse, and issues concerning race. I notice a collection of tasteful murals on huge murals stacked along the wall. Kazar explains were part of a city-wide gallery display highlighting their work in business throughout Bogota. These murals will be at a gallery in Toronto in May/June and could not be photographed.
Up one spiral staircase you find, Ayara Studios, where Choq Quib Town, Midras Queen and several other local acts have come to lay down the future of Colombia’s musical exports. Having recorded the whole of Buzzrock Warrior in a far less elaborate workspace I am happy to see the family is opening doors for like-minded artists that are trying to release music of substance. As a record label, LFA’s releases parallels their work in the community. They release conscientious urban music that fuses Colombia’s rich musical heritage and addresses issues relating to race and the community.
Bogota has an overwhelmingly white demographic. One doesn’t feel the racial tension at first because there just arent that many people of color in sight. The Afro-communities of Colombia are mostly relegated to the coast which has a lot to do with why the music is so good out there. I asked almost every cabbie, music store clerk and local that I had an exchange with where I could find cumbia or afro-colombian music in bogota and the overall consensus was that Bogota just isn’t feeling either. There is no radio station dedicated to cumbia. Kids listen to pop. They listen to Rock and Reggaeton. They listen to salsa and vallenato… but all that old time music, cumbia, bullerengue…. its all dead in Bogota. Ayara’s die-hard quest to keep those traditions alive by infusing them with modern technologies and working out there in rural Colombia to both volunteer and document and shine a light on the racial divide in Colombia.
After touring the facility we go to dinner with Choco, Diana and Chris who are all rapid-fire in answering my questions about the underground in Colombia. I hear about Voodoo Souljahs, Profetas and Midras Queen who works at the clothing store and is about to release her album, which was currently being mastered. (I got an early copy and standout choon is a latin dancehall number called Irreverente). I hear about several hip-hop and dub influenced acts but I’m trying to get in deeper. They offer up Mojarra Electrica y Bomba Estereo. Great stuff but rated PG in my book. I’m looking for a big wobbly monster that lives in a cave.
Throughout dinner I keep hearing the name Reeechard, the sound engineer that masters most of the labels music, helps them record and produces some great music. Their regard for him sits somewhere between generous man and patron saint. Richard Blair, better known as Sidestepper has lived in Colombia over a decade and I am witnessing the impact he has had on a generation of young Colombian musicians.
It wasn’t enough to make new Colombian music which resonated with these kids. It’s the fact that he works directly with them on their projects and contributes his time, skills and craft. The interview I had hoped to sit down with him for was conducted via email because I done up my phone creds and called a little late and missed my window. He was up early and had studio time reserved for 1pm. Man a Badman in my book. ( catch that interview here next week. )
Of all the local musicians I learn about the most chatted up and promising act on roads from Bogota is ChoqQuibTown. Choco tells me that historically, the Atlantic coast has always received a lot more attention for its musical contributions and what is innovative about CQT’s sound is that they are infusing the often overlooked Pacific Coast sounds like currulao and bunde and instruments, like the marimba with hip hop and dancehall synthetics . Some of you may have caught them rocking SXSW a few weeks ago and left there with a crush on MC/songstress Goyo. Their brand new album “Oro” drops this month. Their tune San Antonio is sittin pretty at 140 and ripe for the wobbly remix.
My hope, as I’m sure yours would be too was to find something beneath all the layers of boom-bap I knew I’d have to sift through. I’m asking Lil Chris and Choco where the Bogota bassheads at? I learn that Bogota isn’t really the hot spot for new music in Colombia. It has had a thriving Dub/Jungle scene for years but if you want the club banging hotness you need to go to the coast….. and beyond.
Lil Chris played me some crazy shit from Dj Buxxi off the ipod. There are two islands off the coast of Colombia, San Andres y Providencia and out there you can find a scene fusing dancehall, zouk and hip hop. Nearly all the MC’s I heard from out there toggle between spanish ragga, caribbean patois and creole. This tune was one of the many gems I picked up from my trip.
DJ Buxxi seems to be at the forefront of this sound producing for nearly all the big MC’s on the island which sits between Jamaica, Costa Rica, Nicaragua, Panama, Colombia. If our up on Los Rakas you’d be into most of the stuff he’s collaborated on. He comes down and records in Bogota about once a month to record with La Familia Ayara and is making a name for himself and his San Andres cohorts SA Finest, Hety y Zambo (zambo = sambo).
“its like the San Andres Ricky Blaze” – Uproot Andy
The rain came down aguacero style over the course of our dinner conversation. We called it a night jumped in a mini-cooper sized cab and head back to the telly. I spent the next couple days checking out landmarks and spending time with Pop Dukes and Mrs Jones.
The museum of gold makes you want to believe in El Dorado.
The Salt Cathedral which is still an active salt mine was an impressive human feat. They’ve gutted x amount of metric tons of salt out of a mountain for centuries and have left 14 cathedrals in the excavated caverns adorned with insane sculptures and collosal crosses.
We railed up to cloud level and took a couple shots of something akin to mamajuana from the Dominican Republic to ease the effects of gravity. The view from here is amazing. Bogota refuses to be condensed into the lens of a panoramic camara.
Mrs Jones on Higha Heights.
I get off my cloud and realized I haven’t acquired anywhere near enough music so Tuesday becomes my day for diggin. The pirate industry here is thorough. I enter San Victorino’s bootleg emporium. Roughly 40 booths all slangin MP3 CD’s and DVD’s. Next door a similar market full of just cellphone venders.
The Pirates Bay
There is a strange but orderly fashion to how the shopping districts are arranged. Four blocks straight of nothing but optical stores along Carrera 13 at Calle 7. Further down el expresso to meet DJ Blanko, I notice a few blocks of lechonera’s, Bogota’s roast pork district. There’s no time for food tho. I just missed a book release party about female MC’s in colombia because I’m hungry for more music.
If your looking for rare colombian vinyl... holla at my dude DJ Blanko.
I met DJ Blanko at his brand new shop which had just opened 23 days earlier. He tells me he’s one of the few tornamesistas (turntablists) in Bogota. Not alot of kids can afford turntables but alot of them want to learn so he hosts workshops there for kids and teaches junior deejays the ways of the samurai wiki-wki. He lets me look through the shop and I pick up a couple titles. He tells me he doesn’t want my money. I trade him a couple mixtapes. Blanko and his turntablist friends have been to almost every major city flea market and knook and crannie and are great diggers. For you hardcore vinyl heads write him in advance and he keeps a list of stuff he digs for out of towners.
I scour malls, and shopping districts for deep afro-colombian jams. I find Etelvina Martinez, Maria la Carmen, Peregoyo and Gualajo. AMAZINGGG stuff. If your into the Afro-colombian sound of the pacific coast be sure to go down for the Petronio Alvarez Festival.
At the hotel, I listen to the new digs and seriously contemplate extending my trip to go to the coast.
Email from Jean:
u have a gig on the last day u r in bogota in case u wanna play on the 15th
call them if u want
My week could not get any better. With the exception of La Cumbiamba Eneye, an ensemble that plays traditional folkloric music from Colombia that I often DJ with, I run the only afro-colombian remix party in New York city longside my partners Uproot Andy and Jean Bernabe. Now I get my chance to play our stuff in Bogota. I suss out Club Penthouse and its a new and happening spot in town. Wednesday night everyone said the place to be was Quiebra Canto but that was also the night of my gig. La vida es asi.
I got there early and found that I’d be using CDJ’s for the evening via serato. Not my fave but it ain’t gon’ make a difference once I’m on. I notice the kids at the club are wearing the same bright yellow jeans and teal t-shirts one would see in Williamsburg and I decide I can pretty much play and wear whatever I want.
When I come back to the club, the resident DJ is playing warmers. Orishas, Amparanoia, some latin dancehall cuts. He picks up the decibles for MIA’s Bamboo Banga and Crookers version of Day n’ Night. I’m feeling in my element and plotting my set when some next guy jumps on dex and yanks the steering wheel hard right and slams us into 90’s drum and bass for 20 minutes. I go downstairs to the salsa floor to get my head right. (I can still name the first three tunes dude played so any hardcore junglists tryna say Geko Jones is h8tin on D&B hold your heads, or come clash Dutty Artz and see how you make out)…
The promoter tells me there is a band that is going on before me which is perfect cuz I have to get my box in. I think if they played 8 songs four of them where Madonna covers. I’m not too into the kitsch thing but the crowd is eating this up. The sound guy tells me this is their last song. I come in with a dub plate… from the stage the promoter is waving like an air traffic controller. FALSE ALARM. I wheel and the band does one more …..
Bogota loves the cheeze factor but I gotta give it to the band they kept the crowd moving.
Finally….. its game time.
Hard and heavy tropical bass and digital cumbia hits Bogota.
This book is great – but you can hear for yourself next week!
On Wednesday, May 6th, 7-8PM, Raquel Z. Rivera and Wayne & Wax, co-editors of the new ‘Reggaeton’ book, will be joining me on my weekly radio show (WFMU 91.1 FM NYC, streaming worldwide, no te lo pierdas!).
From Panamanians to Playeros to post-DemBoleros, they’ll be spinning rarities alongside lively discussion of the genre’s complex roots and current possibilities.
Then the next day, Thursday May 7th, catch W&W turning up the tropical pressure at QUE BAJO in APT, Manhattan, after a 6:30pm book release party @ Hunter College. Todo gratis!
A few weeks ago, I saw a financial analyst on MSNBC who said that instead of worrying and despairing because the US economy is spiraling downward, Americans should be excited and imaginative, because it is easier to be the winner in an environment where so many people are loosing. In most of the rap world, it’s forever boom-time and the global economic crisis is nonexistent. Openly masking human suffering and frailty with good old fashion American hypermasculinity and boasts about one’s net worth has been the approach for radio-friendly rap artists for years, regardless of the current economic malaise. Even when the world around is crumbling, these artists look beyond, ignoring immediate circumstances and continue to paint pictures of excess. There is no such thing as absurd, excessive balling.
To roughly quote something Hugh Masekela said – if you don’t talk about your people, their plight, injustice, struggle and you’re using their music to get rich and famous, you need your head examine, you will end up in a bad, bad place… well, a lot of people are living in that place already.
After posting that Young Capone track, and listening to the Rick Ross album (which has some surprisingly good and memorable moments) I was compelled to look at the other side of the trap/the majority/what is considered the norm to most rap listeners, or what has larger representation, Hot97 radio-playability (not to say Young Jeezy’s “Circulate” and Cam’rom’s “I Hate My Job” didn’t get played, because they did, but you are more likely to hear flamboyant and splurgy raps and attitude towards the recession.)Â But this batch of tracks also features some relatively unknown/regional/up and coming rappers.
So here it is — Recession Proof Wallets for your listening pleasure. It is pretty nauseating. It slows down in the second half, but really there’s no relief, except for the last track by UGK, adding a degree of levelheadedness and unquestionable swag, everything else here is bloated and unreal, insane and American– so there, consider yourself warned.
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TRACKLIST:
Zshatwa – Fresh (Intro)
Rich Boy – It’s Over
Rick Ross – Magnificent feat. John Legend
Droop-E & B-Slimm – Think Fast
Young Capone – Dopeboyz (Show Out)
Gucci Mane – I’m The Shit
(((Talking That Money Shit Interlude)))
Fat Joe – Cupecakes feat. Benisour
Ju of D4L – Do It, Do It feat. Shawty Lo
KD – I Know U C Me
The Kid Datona – Lately feat. Amanda diva
Busta Rhymes – Hustlers Anthem ’09 feat. T-Pain
Wale – Penthouse Anthem
Pluck – Sick feat. ST 2 Lettaz (of G-Side) & Jackie Chain
UGK – Purse Come First feat. Big Gipp
(((McLuhan takes us out with An Inventory Of Effects)))
Don’t let this well-shot video fool you – i have never seen Filastine go for more than 12 hours without his laptop(s). (Or, can one man really take on hypercapitalist consumer society with so many Mac products in his life?) I’m a PC user, btw.
Regardless of your OS and/or consumption patterns, check it, its awesome. Video to ‘Singularities’ from Dirty Bomb:
