Sunday, December 20, 2009
Monday, December 7, 2009
Mouth Still Sore One Week After Extraction
David Prudhomme-rebetiko (weed)
rebetiko is a beauty. A dream of comic material makes the point about a place in history quite well known, the Turkish diaspora in Greece of General Metaxas. Rebet is what the Turkish Orthodox Christian living in exile in Greece, which survives in urban interlopers. Not really but bandit trader, living small strokes, and especially in our case and thus in the book Prudhomme, rebet is a fantastic musician. He sings the blues of the Balkans, the daily music that accompanies his bouzouki and whose verses reflect the love and bullshit of these little schemers, lovers and raki kiff.
Image taken from the author's blog (linked by clicking on the title) devoted to the creation of this book. 
rebetiko is a beauty. A dream of comic material makes the point about a place in history quite well known, the Turkish diaspora in Greece of General Metaxas. Rebet is what the Turkish Orthodox Christian living in exile in Greece, which survives in urban interlopers. Not really but bandit trader, living small strokes, and especially in our case and thus in the book Prudhomme, rebet is a fantastic musician. He sings the blues of the Balkans, the daily music that accompanies his bouzouki and whose verses reflect the love and bullshit of these little schemers, lovers and raki kiff. rebetiko recounts five men, five talented musicians whose talent is endless orgies throat and memorable. Prudhomme is the sharpness of delivering raw harshness of his characters: they are blood and bagareurs, riders and revelers, and obviously ill-bringueurs bedfellows, but the Devil! They are alive! And their music? One would swear to hear as you turn the pages. That book is a beauty.
Prudhomme's really neat desin, its colors and its division. He does not hesitate to take the dance of drunken solidarity shows the relationships love friendship that bind all these men. The music is there in the picture. And the emotions are overwhelming the reader when the image suddenly comes alive at the corner of a dive from a boat or macabre glitter of the blade of a knife. The kiffe, alcohol, music, men ... What a beautiful book.
Image taken from the author's blog (linked by clicking on the title) devoted to the creation of this book. Friday, December 4, 2009
Ragnarok Guilds Points
Chris Potter Underground - Ultrahang
I discovered late Chris Potter, stupidity on my part, I saw in him a foppish posing with his saxophone. This that prejudice does not see anyway ... In short, I forgot one time and then rediscovered in the course of a disc with David Binney - South - in which the density technique Potter game I suddenly emerged as flanboyante. A critical Jazz Mag by Frederick Goati recently convinced me to re-tender the ear and mind to the music of this musician.
"Ultrahang" is an album without a record label. It is self-produced and distributed exclusively by the site ArtistShare. In fact, this is what made me interested in this album. Chris Potter, and even foppish poseur, without record company? Does he proposes nothing worthy of attention? Is it more than a sideman among the sidemen? I had already, even before hearing the disc, a more precise about that question: no. Chris Potter has a music show, certainly more than half of the tasks that continue to clutter the shelves of outlets Jazz. I am therefore procured the disc. And I listened, sitting, unfurl the raw music that I crashed into the eardrums. Chris Potter still has things to say, by the way he screams at the sound of a funk groove, incredibly, to paraphrase Ferré "slap it, it screams, it's mouth," and good god it's good! Listen
"Ultrahang! Let yourself be carried away by raw funk of "Rumple"! This disc is a nugget that grooves on its eight tracks with all the best musicians: Craig Taborn on Fender Rhodes, Adam Rogers on guitar and Nate Smith on a battery. Four boys for a great record.
I put the website link in Potter and especially a page from which you can - must-listen Rumpler. http://www.chrispottermusic.com/radio.aspx 
I discovered late Chris Potter, stupidity on my part, I saw in him a foppish posing with his saxophone. This that prejudice does not see anyway ... In short, I forgot one time and then rediscovered in the course of a disc with David Binney - South - in which the density technique Potter game I suddenly emerged as flanboyante. A critical Jazz Mag by Frederick Goati recently convinced me to re-tender the ear and mind to the music of this musician.
"Ultrahang" is an album without a record label. It is self-produced and distributed exclusively by the site ArtistShare. In fact, this is what made me interested in this album. Chris Potter, and even foppish poseur, without record company? Does he proposes nothing worthy of attention? Is it more than a sideman among the sidemen? I had already, even before hearing the disc, a more precise about that question: no. Chris Potter has a music show, certainly more than half of the tasks that continue to clutter the shelves of outlets Jazz. I am therefore procured the disc. And I listened, sitting, unfurl the raw music that I crashed into the eardrums. Chris Potter still has things to say, by the way he screams at the sound of a funk groove, incredibly, to paraphrase Ferré "slap it, it screams, it's mouth," and good god it's good! Listen
"Ultrahang! Let yourself be carried away by raw funk of "Rumple"! This disc is a nugget that grooves on its eight tracks with all the best musicians: Craig Taborn on Fender Rhodes, Adam Rogers on guitar and Nate Smith on a battery. Four boys for a great record.
I put the website link in Potter and especially a page from which you can - must-listen Rumpler. http://www.chrispottermusic.com/radio.aspx
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