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Back in the late 90s and early noughties, I couldn’t get enough of Gil Scott Heron. I thought he was amazing and spent many a day whiling away the hours listening to a massive two-disc greatest hits album, sprawled on my settee in my preppy lite gear, reading obscure literature. Somehow it felt apt. I thought I was so cool.

By the mid-noughties Heron had faded away somewhat into my subconscious and a morass of drugs and booze related troubles, which it seems most of our cultural icons are wont to get embroiled in at some point or other, and I started wearing dresses and heels and thinking myself a fashionista. I still thought I was cool.

Now Heron’s back with a new album, released in February. Gone is that honey smooth, soothing voice and the funky yet sorrowful sound. It’s replaced with something edgier, the voice is scratchy, the sound is fresher, more urban. The video above is for the song Me and the Devil. If anyone could sing convincingly about the devil it should be him. I like the way it’s shot and that whole N’Orleans urban Mardi Gras vibe.

It’s at least ten years since I seriously listened to Gil Scott Heron. I hardly wear heels,  and I like my clothes to be comfortable. I read books for fun and not for effect. Life is good. Gil Scott Heron is still hella cool.







Lynden and Eska and Ty… Oh my!

I have had much love for the voice of Eska Mtumgwezi since I first heard her dulcet tones riffing off the back of a standard performance of Bye Bye Blackbird at a Jazz Cafe afternoon jam session many moons ago. Since then I have followed her avidly, listening to her collabs with various artists and catching the occasional live performance. I live for the day when she finally gets an album out. And, though i’m not holding my breath anymore, I’m hoping it’ll be soon.

I was surfing for more of Eska’s singing when I came upon Speak, the debut album by Jazz bassist Michael Olatuja and have got to say that I am mightily blown away. It’s sort of an ensemble showpiece, produced and composed by Olatuja - think: those Quincy Jones albums where all these great songs and vocalists come together in a party of music and song.

The album features the vocal stylings of some of my favourite vocalists - Eska, David Lynden Hall, Ty, Andrew Roachford - and some I haven’t heard of but who I now dig unconditionally - Onaje Jefferson, Alicia Olatuja.

I guess if you were tyring to pidgeonhole it, the album would fit somewhere inside the AfroJazzSoul section, but it’s so much more than that. It’s laid back and groovy with polyphonic vocal harmonies one minute, and the next it’s full on drums and rhythms. I love it when musicians push the envelope and try to develop something new and pull their various influences together and this is what this album does, pulling on Olatuja’s Yoruba Nigerian roots, inflected with London sound and a certain New York insouciance.

The album’s been out since September last year and is avialable on iTunes and Spotify. I just hope it gets the audience and recognition it deserves.

6:54 pm, by braincandy
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Musical meandering

Back when I was young, dumb and full of bull, I used to write music reviews. The pay was dire but it was good fun, I went lots of gigs, got lots of free music (this was before the internet, when CDs were still worth something and having a music collection was a point of pride) and even interviewed a few musicians. I did a good job of it but rapidly realised that it just wasn’t going to be a full-on career trajectory for me.

It’s the way I interact with music. I’m not one of these people who catalogues what I’ve listened to into train-spotters’ lists. You know the kind of person who can tell you the date an album was released, knows the name of everyone who played in the band and what they went on to do next, what their early influences were. I’m not the kind of person who can go into the nitty gritty of chord changes and the difference between a 4x4 beat and 120 bpm and all that technical crap.

I just like music and I know what music I like and what sounds good. I don’t really care about provenance or how a certain bit of music changed the musical landscape. I’m just as likely to be humming a tune from Sesame Street as I am likely to be listening to Beethoven. It’s all good music to me.

I guess eclectic is about as close as you’d get to describing my musical interests. I hear a song, I like it, it get’s filed away somewhere in my subconscious and then somewhere down the line it occurs to me that I would really like to hear that song again or I find myself humming a tune and wondering where I’ve heard it from and then seeking it out.

In my head is a constant soundtrack. It never goes away and any random thing can trigger it off - It’s like having a unlimited gigabyte ipod shuffle in my head - only sometimes the music comes in snatches that will keep at me until I find out where they’re from. Other times it’ll be a random lyric or sound or title and I need to find out what it is and listen to it immediately.

The internet has been invaluable to me in this respect. Googleing a random lyric, finding a title and tracking it down on Spotify or Youtube or, to a much lesser extent, Last FM (like I said, not many people access music the way I do so it’s pointless getting recommendations from other people or listening to artists’ playlists).

The great thing about both Spotify and Youtube is you can get quite obscure, which is great for me. I also discovered a website that had downloads of music from adverts and old tv shows (I can’t remember what it’s called now. I’ll update with an address if I can still find it). It was like bumping into a long lost and very much missed friend on your way home from a particularly shitty day at work. I spent the entire day downloading theme songs from old tv shows like The Persuaders and Mary Mungo and Midge. These were tunes that had been on my internal shuffle, that I hadn’t been able to get hold of for yonks, and there they were and they were free and I could listen to them as much as I liked. Where else would I have found all four versions of Way Down in the Hole (Theme from The Wire?) Heaven.

Here is an example of what I have been listening to in the past week:

Theme songs: Daria, Mary Mungo and Midge, Way Down in the Hole (Blind Boys of Alabama), The Protectors (Aenues and Alley Ways)

Show tunes:

I Happen To Like New York - Maria Freedman, the entire songbook of Sweeney Todd and Sunday in the Park with George by Sondheim (I love Sondheim)

Jazz:

Freedom Jazz Dance - a vocal version by  Jeff Robinson and another version by Eddie Jefferson

Other random stuff:

Bobby Caldwell

Joni Mitchell

David Crosby

Gomez

Dresden Dolls

Miles Davis

You Me At Six

Prefab Sprout

A whole load of 80s pop

I could go on but I’m boring myself. What I’d like to know is: is there anybody out there who listens to music like this? And if not, how do other people listen to music. It’d be interesting to know.

3:34 pm, by braincandy
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Telephone - Lady Gaga (feat. Beyonce)

This new offering from the Haus of Gaga made me laugh. It’s clearly designed to provoke and it does, I guess, up to a point and in an utterly charmless and cliched way. I mean, I’ve seen Gaga naked to semi-naked so many times that it all kinda blends into one mess of peekaboo. I’m bored.

Gaga’s redeeming features are that she can sing, she’s watchable and - if you can ignore the hypersexualisation of every. frikkin’. thing. - shows some challenging creativity.

It’s rumoured that this video cost $1m, which would explain the clunky product placement (hey gotta recoup those costs, ma chere) but I’m wondering where the money went, because it did not go on convincing dialogue or any sort of a plot structure.

And before you get all “it’s a music video”, come on! You do a $1m, 9 minute long music video and the best you can come up with is Prisoner Cell Block H do the Pussycat Dolls meets the poisoners handbook, with Beyonce and some sort of offhand reference to Thelma and Louise? Hellz No! And speaking of Beyonce… Seriously? This is what you’re doing now? Well, alrighty then. And Tyrese! WTF?

I guess I’m just disappointed. I like Gaga. There’s not enough crazy in music anymore and she brings the cartoon drama… but. But. I was expecting something edgy and cool and crazy and all I got was Madonna circa Justify My Love. Of all the pop stars out there Gaga, I never thought I’d have to say this to you but: Try Harder. Oh, and put some frikkin’ clothes on.

1:19 pm, by braincandy
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I don’t wanna be the last to know by Shalamar

I’m finding that the older I get, the more I want to listen to the music that was meaningful to me when I was young. Shalamar may not be the height of musical sophistication for most but whenever I hear this song I am immediately transported back to a less complicated time.

What I particularly like about this song is that it has movements in it. It’s nothing so dull as a simple verse, chorus, repeat set up. This has verse, chorus, bridge, then some sort of added funky bit and then the chorus, so not at all as simple as you would think. And no one can pull off the kind of range that Howard Hewett is hitting here. NO ONE.

Love!

3:47 am, by braincandy
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Southern Freeze by Freeez

This is a rare 80s Jam that was on heavy, heavy rotation round my house in 1981.

I love the vocals here. They’re by a singer called Ingrid Mansfield-Allman. She’s still around, singing in Jazz venues around London. What I like is that her her voice is clear as a bell and uncomplicated. There are no airs and graces, she just quietly and competently lets the song be and that makes it beautiful. And for an 80s tune, the sound is pretty contemporary, no?

Actually, this is probably one of my favourite songs of all time.

1:56 pm, by braincandy
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Ski Oakenful - Let It Ride

The sun’s out, it’s beautiful, and that means Ski Oakenful on my iPod and me skipping to the beat as I walk down the sunny side of the street. Everytime I listen to this track, the possibilities seem endless, I want to gurn like a fool and dance with random strangers. I want everyone I walk by to burst into spontaneous synchronized jazz hands. I want the sun to pulse like a strobe light and make the world my own personal disco. Good music for a good day.

11:28 am, by braincandy
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