Tuesday, July 29, 2008

Durufle's Requiem


This is a very important piece of music to me and I share it with everybody that I know who loves their music with a deepness. It's the Durufle Requiem. I first heard it about ten years ago on a classical radio station in Phoenix, where I was visiting my grandmother. I remember the sensation of driving through the desert in her luxury car as the "Introit" came on, sealed inside the air-conditioned cabin, gliding in that big soft car boat, and looking at a cloud-smothered sky that moved from side to side like white, fat, fast-moving cushions. Hearing this music had a hypnotic effect on me then and stamped a vivid memory. But when I tried to buy it that day at a record store I had a mental fuckup and kept asking the clerk for the Flaubert requiem. Flaubert is a french writer, not a composer, and so after scouring stores and the internet for weeks looking for the non-existent Flaubert Requiem, I gave up and forgot about it. Two years later, I happened to be thumbing through the classical section of a used bin and there it was: DURUFLE's Requiem.

What I ended up buying that day was a unique performance of it, for organ and choir. I didn't know until years later that it was originally not meant to feature pipe organ but a small orchestral ensemble. I ended up buying a second, more traditional performance of it with Neville Mariner conducting the Academy of St. Martin-in-the-Fields (the same conductor and orchestra that performed the amazing interpretations on the Amadeus soundtrack. Mariner's conducting is, as they say, a revelation). There are things to love about both versions. For example, I think the pipe organ does something really special to the low arpeggiations that the "Introit" rests on.

The "Lux Aeterna" is also part of a favorite memory. I was nearing the end of a two-week tour drumming for a group called Elanors and we were already a little ragged and ear-fried. After soundcheck in Arlington we had gone out back to the van to eat some snacks from our cooler and clear our heads of loud sounds. It was Virginia in late summer, thick air and getting dark. We couldn't bring ourselves to watch the opening band's set because it was just too loud and aggressive and, like I said, we were fried. Outside the club, we could faintly hear their rock racket. Noah, the singer in Elanors, asked if there was anything on my ipod that would settle us. I played the "Lux Aeterna" and we sat there without talking, quickly seeping into the music. It reminded me of the story in the Bible that says King Saul used to summon the little boy David to play his harp for him and that it would chase the demons out of the room. It had that kind of effect - we essentially went to church and back in a matter of minutes, emerging completely cleansed in the soul from the piece, and as it finished one of our band members came to the van and said, "It's time."

I am here telling you, as a man to whom nothing is sacred, that these are sacred works. Affix your headphones, settle yourself to listen, and get clean.

These are quiet recordings and you'll need to turn them up to listen or don't bother listening at all. One thing to remember if you do: Maurice Durufle published very little music in his lifetime because of extreme perfectionist tendencies. An obvious shame and a lesson to us all.

Maurice Durufle - "Introit"
[From The Complete Music for Choir, St. Jacob's Chamber Choir directed by Gary Graden]

Maurice Durufle - "Lux Aeterna"
[Neville Mariner conducting the Academy of St. Martin-in-the-Fields]

Sunday, July 20, 2008

Delroy Wilson: Makes the Ugly Sweet

For anybody taking notes, we here at the Institute of the Deep and Real have by now covered two of the three "masters" of Jamaican soul singing: Anton Ellis and Ken Boothe. I give these guys the reverential status treatment because they are the most innovative and most expressive and have the deepest, most consistent bodies of work out of many brilliant and under-known Jamaican soul singers. I hate to play favorites, but these are my favorites.

I've saved the best for last, the one who really ushered in my infatuation: Delroy Wilson. Delroy makes the ugly sweet. He bends into notes from the wrong direction: the blues taught everybody to slide up, but Delroy slides down. He can sing a flat note with such conviction that the harmonic rules of the universe will bend around his voice until the note is no longer flat and everything else is wrong. Delroy drops embellishments through his performances that are little eggs of solid gold, hooks so strong and strange they deserve to have whole songs built around them.

This is what I know: after coming to love Delroy's singing with all of the love and fervor of a religious conversion, I hesitantly played some for the guys in my band, hoping they wouldn't soil my experience by not "getting it." I needn't have worried. They got it so bad. I have all the memories I'll ever need of the four of us on a desolate tour in a desloate tour van singing in unison every "baby" and upside-down-blues-bend "yeaaaah," of "Your Number One."

Delroy's voice isn't the prettiest, or even the huskiest, of the best soul singers I've heard. It's just the Delroyist. It's its own kind of ugly sweet.

Delroy Wilson - "Your Number One"

Delroy Wilson - "This Life Makes Me Wonder"

Delroy Wilson - "This Old Heart of Mine"


Delroy Wilson - "Got To Get Away"

Thursday, July 17, 2008

NOMO Erotic


I can't escape the pull of NOMO's hypnotic new Ghost Rock and have been listening non-stop for days. One of the best tracks is called "Rings," which would have made a fine album title as well considering it's all harmonic cycles and endlessly expanding circles on the pool of rhythm. In fact, "Rings" could just as well be a name for their genre itself, since Ghost Rock will carve out for NOMO a new niche in the wide category of afrobeat - a place all their own that can no longer be called a revival - which needs its own name. Ghost Rock is afrobeat 2.0, and never slacks compositionally, delivering beautifully crafted hornwork when it could easily lean on its glorious, exotic distorted and pitch-fucked thumb pianos for appeal. So it's got the tunes you need, and keeps the track times at modest lengths. The result: it's not fatiguing in the way that Konono No. 1, who use a similar effect of over-amping traditional African instrumentation, or even the most classic Fela Kuti and Tony Allen cuts can draw you in with seductive grooves but exhaust after the 10-minute mark. Because there is nothing quite like it, Ghost Rock will be an indispensable album for a lot of people.

NOMO - "Nova" [Ghost Rock]


NOMO - "Rings" [Ghost Rock]

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Listen to Ghost Rock, and then throw these cherries on the sundae.

Battles - "Prismism" [Mirrored]

Bobby McFerrin - "Dervishes" [Beyond Words]

Tuesday, July 15, 2008

Suburban Sprawl Music

Javelins

I first moved back to Detroit in 1999, after living out of state for about five years during my late teens and early 20s. This meant that I basically had to discover everything that was happening in Detroit music fresh, since before I left I wasn't even of legal drinking age. I met a lot of bands then and a few labels, almost none of which still exist - that is except for Suburban Sprawl, the Little Label that Could. In the tradition of the great, classic indies like Sub Pop and Dischord they do what independents do best by focusing on and nurturing their local music communities without defining themselves as an exclusively regional label. In the beginning their flagship group was Red Shirt Brigade and then when Red Shirt broke up it was Thunderbirds Are Now!, who formed from the splinters. Thunderbirds moved on to French Kiss and Suburban Sprawl changed ownership - before recently merging with Ann Arbor's Quack Media - but the label's focus only strengthened through the changes and now it seems that most of the stuff coming out in Detroit that I want to hear is a Sub Sprawl release.

To wit, four exemplary songs off recent Suburban Sprawl releases:

Javelins - "Out On The Sand" [Heavy Meadows]
Javelins - "El Dorado" [Heavy Meadows]

The Pop Project "Hearts and Flowers" [Stars of the Stage and Screen]
The Pop Project "Coerce" [Stars of the Stage and Screen]

Monday, July 14, 2008

Soulful Culture

I like other things besides music:



A good book: The Last American Man by Elizabeth Gilbert. This is the true story of Eustace Conway, a naturalist and authentic badass. When Conway was still in high school (in the '80s), he decided he liked living outside better than indoors and literally moved out. He graduated from his state college with honors, living in a teepee the entire time. A little while ago he rode across the U.S. on a horse. You'd have to read the book to get the full picture, but this guy is like some kind of philosopher wildman, building and skinning and taming things, but also advocating his ideals and falling in love and writing about it all. This was originally a piece that Gilbert published in GQ, which she later adapted into the full book, and it retains a magazine feature's energy and light tone but with the added depth a book can bring. It stokes all of my fantasies of living off the grid, but with none of the promise of ruined utopia through drugs or carelessness that usually accompanies those experiments. I'm nearly done with this and I'm going to be sad when it's over.


A good movie: WALL-E. I took my daughter to see this last week and I was more excited about it than she was. Pixar makes me happy. I love when really talented people are allowed to function in the mainstream and given unlimited resources and I imagine the people working for Pixar wake up happy every day to go to work - my ideal. I think someday we'll look back on the movies Pixar is making now as a kind of golden age - the way the early Disney classics like Snow White and Pinochio look now. Their craft is unstoppable. Pixar films aren't just eye candy or pandering pop culture, they're really well-told stories, and are drawn, paced and choreographed beautifully with an classiness that doesn't diminish their power. WALL-E is a strange mixture of nostalgia and the next-level. The first half is basically a silent film, the second a barrage of energy and visual information. While WALL-E is definitely the most visually advanced computer animated film made to date in terms of photorealism, it's also gorgeous in a sci-fi romantic kind of way and the story is really cute and surprisingly emotional. I'm not going to lie, I got goosebumps a few times.



A good television show: Mad Men. At first I thought this was just an impeccably made period piece set in the late '50s/early '60s about New York ad execs - lots of smoking, suits, sexism and hair oil. But a few episodes in it starts to take itself seriously and I realized that its about old-fashioned existentialism. Whenever I use that word I feel silly, mostly because for a long time I would ask the people who used it what it meant (sincerely wanting to know) and would get answers like "It's about freedom." I finally came up with my own existentialism soundbite: existence is a choose-your-own-adventure story; if you look too closely at it, it has no meaning - so make your own. Don Draper is a successful ad man who has created his own version of himself (complete with a name change), who believes that his profession is basically sophistry. And he's fine with that, until it starts to eat at him. He cheats on his wife with strong women - one a half-beatnik, the other a wealthy owner of a department store chain - and even though they're both soulful people, he's unable to find solace in those relationships, or to fully absorb the ways in which is dutiful wife is quietly both just as strong and unfulfilled. In showing how much has changed, Mad Men does a surprisingly good job at showing how little has changed and plays deeply with a couple of themes - gender power struggles and the futility of consumerism as a source of meaning. Plus it's really funny.

Tuesday, July 8, 2008

Maurice Fulton's Evil Eye


Maurice Fulton is half of Mu and Mu gave me the crazies. By the time I heard 2004's Afro Finger and Gel I had grown a bit soft and smooth, like pudding. Music didn't feel that abrasive anymore, just done-before. There was much to love, but the rub was gone, and so was the itch. The last time I had been made a believer in music as barbed wire was nearly a decade previous when Fugazi's Red Medicine converted me down to my toes and made my hair fall out. Afro Finger made it all bumpy again.

Have you not heard Afro Finger? Then you've never heard 8-bit bass blip boogaloo. Mutsumi Kanamori fronts it and her voice has all the wrong frequencies. It is an un-melifluous wonder, what some writer described as sounding like a psychotic Korean grocer's wife screaming at a shoplifter (at least I think someone wrote that). To call Kanamori punk doesn't even touch on how authentically antagonistic and out her performances are. She sings about hooking; She screams "Leave Michael Jackson alone you stupid bitch;" She does all the voices in a mock daytime talk show confrontation between cheating lovers, and Fulton chops it all up and dumps it back out in blasts of gated afro-cuban diarrhea. Kanamori is a motherfucker, but Fulton.... Fulton is a motherfucker.

I knew that in Fulton I had found a lover for life. But beyond a sophomore Mu album (Out of Breach, 2005), there wasn't much to cuddle with until Syclops. Syclops is a solo project for Fulton with a release date of: aboutgoddamntime.

A Syclops is a different animal than a Mu. A Syclops is less about Fulton flexing his buff glitch tits and more about what he can do on a keyboard or a real drum kit. The epic percussion bonanzas of Mu are gone in favor of the live drum work, synth farts and pad smear. The keyboard sounds and performances are slick and bright. Dangerously slick in fact, and to my ears the most abrasive thing about I've Got My Eye On You is the way it flirts with smooth jazz and tweaks that genre's cold, cheesy textures into something stuttering and soulful.

Eye on You reminds me a lot of the new Four Tet Ringer EP, in the sense that it's heavy on craft and thin on energy. But I'm also still absorbing it and finding it there's a little "come hither" buried in that wiggle that keeps me listening. So I'll just do that.

"Where's Jason's K" might be the the most natural transition for Mu fans as Fulton indulges in a little of his famous pan clanging percussion in parts. "The E Ticket" is more indicative of Fulton's new direction, but like most Mu tracks, backs into its arrangement with a first half of setup before really opening up to the wider truth.

Syclops - "The E Ticket"

Syclops - "Where's Jason K"

Mu - "My Name is Tommi"

Thursday, July 3, 2008

Retraction: New Jamie Lidell Album is Alright With Me


I had to take the week off from Fone Culturing to attend to some other personal things, one of which is actually making music. But a few comments yesterday on my post in March about the new Jamie Lidell reminded me to say something: I take it all back! I love Jim. I love everything about it. I don't care if it's a nostalgia piece, it feels completely authentic to me - I just had to give it some time. Lidell's soul is the real McFeel and it comes through on every second of the record. In fact, when I listen back to Multiply, I hear just how tweaked-out that record actually was, and I now kind of wish it weren't.

I still think that Lidell has the potential to fuck with the mainstream, but whatever. I love his joy, his songs, his pipes... and I'm sorry I ever said anything otherwise.