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Discovering Electronic Music :: A Documentary (1983)

"We live in an age of technology in which machines touch every part of our lives. It is not surprising that music has also been influenced by technology." Bernard Wilets - Pasadena, CA, 1983

I'm presently working on a supervision project that takes place in 1983, and have been mining the depths of pop (and other) output between roughly 1978-84. Enter filmmaker Bernard Wilets 1983 documentary Discovering Electronic Music - a concise 22 minute overview of nascent analog synthesizer technology and digital sampling techniques, featuring music by F.R. Moore, Jean-Claude Risset, Rory Kaplan, Douglas Leedy and Stephan Soomil.

Visually/tonally it reminds me of watching The Electric Company in the early 80s: see Scanimate. Enjoy.

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The Lagniappe Sessions: The Sandwitches

Lagniappe (la ·gniappe) noun ‘lan-ˌyap,’ — 1. An extra or unexpected gift or benefit. 2. Something given or obtained as a gratuity or bonus.

The Lagniappe Sessions return with The Sandwitches. Bay Area stalwarts since the release of their first lp in 2009, the band announced they were calling it a day following the release of Our Toast last June. So consider the following a coda of sorts. Members Grace Cooper, Heidi Alexander and Roxanne Young, in their own words, after the jump . . .

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Herbie Hancock :: Man With A Suitcase (A Compilation)

Speaking of '70s era Herbie Hancock, last December Never Enough Rhodes put together a fifteen track compilation of the man and his electric Rhodes guesting on other artist's work. From the notes: "I was listening to the blistering Herbie Hancock Rhodes solo in Joe Farrell's fantastic cover of Stevie Wonder's  "Too . . .

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Songs From The Water-Curtain Cave :: A Lunar New Year Chinese Pop Mixtape

From Mount Huaguo to your ears: a collection of Chinese-language pop pop songs from the 1960s and 1970s in celebration of the lunar new year.

Earlier this week marked the start of the Year of the Monkey according to the ancient divinations of the Chinese zodiac calendar. Quick wit, curiosity, and ingenuity are among the hallmarks of the people born under the sign of the monkey. These are also the celebrated characteristics of a legendary hero of Chinese lore, the Monkey King. Emerging from his hideout in a cave on Mount Huaguo, the Monkey King was an intrepid traveler (described in the 16th century novel Journey to the West) who performed Herculean feats of strength and speed that continue to entertain.

Named in honor of the restless Monkey King, the following mix pays homage to the other musical immortals from the 1960s and 1970s from across the Sinosphere. This collection celebrates the charming sounds of a bygone era, culled from Chinese-language pop songs from Hong Kong, Singapore, Taiwan and China. You’ll hear echoes of Western pop music throughout–a riff on a rocksteady number, some fuzzy psychedelic vibes plus an indelible cover of the Everly Brothers’ chestnut “All I Have To Do Is Dream”–as well as more traditional East Asian musical modes. Dig in, and good luck in the new year. words / j loudenback

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Hail, Hail: Belly and the making of King

Together for barely four years, Belly, the Rhode Island band made-up of Tanya Donelly, Gail Greenwood, and brothers Tom and Chris Gorman, managed an unexpected amount of success during a period in the early ‘90s when music that often had little in common was sold in very large quantities, under the catch-all term “alternative.” And twenty years after abruptly announcing their break-up, it feels like they came and went in a flash. “It was really fast,” is how Donelly describes the band’s early trajectory. “The locomotion started almost out of the gate. There was no slow build. Which made it very exciting but, also, I think we were all just kind of freefalling for a while because it was like, 'What's happening?' ”

Belly’s early momentum was helped along by the decade of work Donelly had already put in. She founded Throwing Muses with her half-sister, Kristin Hersh, while both were just in high school, and in 1986, when Donelly was only 19 years old, the band signed to the English label 4AD. Throwing Muses was the first American band to sign with 4AD, where they joined a roster that included The Birthday Party, Bauhaus, Modern English, Dead Can Dance, The The, and Cocteau Twins. Throwing Muses would also help bring their friends in The Pixies to the attention of the label. Both bands were part of a bustling Boston music scene that included The Lemonheads, Blake Babies, Galaxie 500, and Big Dipper. “There were moments of awareness where you felt like, ‘There is so much good music in this town,’ ” says Donelly. “Bands like the Neighborhoods, and the Zulus, and Lazy Susan, who were amazing. Aside from the ones that got a lot of exposure, the whole scene was so rich at that time. You could go out any night of the week and see something amazing. It was really a special time.”

Donelly also worked with Pixies bassist Kim Deal to form The Breeders, and in 1990 that band released its debut album. Pod was predominantly a vehicle for Deal’s songs, and the original idea had been for Donelly to write the majority of the material for the follow-up. Instead, she formed a new band with friends from the tightly knit musical community in her hometown of Newport, Rhode Island; Fred Abong, the former bassist from Throwing Muses, and the Gorman brothers, Tom on guitar and Chris on drums. “Anyone who took music seriously [was] hanging out together,” says Chris Gorman. “Even if it was different genres, [Newport] was small enough that you all knew each other.”

After a series of EPs, Belly released its debut album in 1993 on 4AD in England and Sire/ Reprise in America. Star used jarring, often nightmarish images, as the building blocks for songs about mortality, control, and the horror caused by the lack of it. In a 2013 interview with Spectrum Culture, Donelly said the album “was really me killing my childhood.” The songwriting was recognizably pop, though, and Star became an unexpected hit in the commercial rush that followed with the massive success of Nirvana’s Nevermind. “There were a lot of people having moderate success,” says Donelly, “but still within the framework of the indie system. There were bands that were quote unquote breaking but then Nirvana changed the framework entirely. There was a scramble to figure out how this was going to affect everybody, especially around things like radio play and MTV, which had never really been part of my relationship with my record labels.”

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Soul For Solé

Somewhere deep inside the following two-hour soul mix we drafted for our pals at Solé Bicycles, Chuck Carbo asks “Can I Be Your Squeeze?”. With Valentine’s day falling this weekend it’s a fair question. But regardless of how amorous you’re feeling, the funk, to quote George Clinton, is its own reward. Listen up, HERE.

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Catching Up With Kevin Morby :: The AD Interview

Kevin Morby sings like a man who’s seen things.

His latest, Singing Saw, out April 15th via Dead Oceans, is his third solo album, and like its predecessors, it’s an excellent recording. Morby’s world is lived-in and worn, with bouncing country rock, spooky folk, and urgent, apocalyptic proclamations. There are moments of lightness to balance out his darkest stuff, but Morby is often concerned with intensity. “Birds will gather at my side, tears will gather in my eyes, throw my head and cry, as vultures circle in the sky,” Morby sings in the opening ballad, “Cut Me Down,” recalling Leonard Cohen or Bob Dylan singing about Abraham and Isaac at the altar.

Over the phone, from his place in the Mount Washington neighborhood in the San Rafael Hills, Morby doesn’t sound so dire. Discussing albums by the Band and choice quotes from Keith Richards’ autobiography, Morby, who was a member of Woods and The Babies before embarking on a solo career with 2013’s Harlem River, sounds positively laid back, his midwestern geniality coupled with a California chill. He’s not exactly sure where the darkness in his songs comes from.

“I don’t know,” Morby says of his interest in “eventually doomed” characters. “It’s something I’m always attracted to in books or film.”

Morby didn’t grow up churched, but he did grow up in the Bible belt, where “Not going to church was as much as a statement as going.” He imagines maybe the surroundings informed his subconscious, drawing him closer to “tales of tragedy.”

But Singing Saw was not born solely from theological or fantastic dreads. It’s subjects are rooted in our own reality, as disconcerting as any old parable. On the electric “I Have Been to the Mountain,” Morby sings about the death of Eric Garner, the 43-year-old black man choked to death by police officer Daniel Pantaleo on Staten Island in 2014. “That man lived in this town/til’ that pig took him down,” Morby sings.

Though it was recorded in New York with Sam Cohen, the record was born in Los Angeles, conceived in Morby’s adopted home town, where for the first time in his life, he settled down. He’d sit at the piano in his Mount Washington place and write, inspired by the comfort he’d found -- when he wasn't moved by terrible headlines, at least.

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SIRIUS/XMU :: Aquarium Drunkard Show (Noon EST, Channel 35)

Our weekly two hour show on SIRIUS/XMU, channel 35, can be heard twice every Friday — Noon EST with an encore broadcast at Midnight EST.

SIRIUS 422:
Jean Michel Bernard - Generique Stephane ++ Josef K - 16 Years ++ Ought - Sun’s Coming Down ++ Gary Numan - Films ++ Ad Astra ++ Strand of Oaks - When It’s Cold I’d Like To Die ++ Pylon - Cool ++ Destroyer - Leave Me Alone (New Order) ++ The Cure - I’m Cold ++ The Fall - What You Need ++ Wire - Used . . .

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Sun Seeker :: Georgia Dust

"Turn your back when light brings color/ Don't see me how you see others..." So goes the chorus to "Georgia Dust," the yearning and reflective debut single from Sun Seeker. It's is a complex and nuanced tune that belies the band's age: Alex Benick, Austin Edwards, Asher Horton and Ben Parks aren't too many moons out of high school yet are mainstays in the vibrant DIY rock and roll underworld of Nashville and appear regularly in the annals of the essential local scene-zine Nashville's Dead. They . . .

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Lower Dens: The Aquarium Drunkard Session

Recorded live from the historic Capitol Studios on October 19th, 2015.

Lower Dens (with the help of engineer Richard Houghton) tracked, mixed and cut the live session straight to vinyl creating a singular one-of-a-kind LP and 7". The LP and 7” consist of eight songs from which five are available to listen online, below . . .

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Christopher King :: The Aquarium Drunkard Interview

Why The Mountains Are Black collects “Primeval Greek Village Music” from 1907 — 1960 for Third Man Records. 28 tracks are culled from the 78 rpm collection of Christopher King, a life-long collector and expert set of ears based in the small community of Faber, VA.

Mountains is an excellent point of entry to the world of Greek demotika (rural folk music) from Epirus, the liminal region where northern Greece and southern Albania kiss in an intractable swath of mountains. The people that inhabited this rugged land developed an enduring culture in relative isolation, despite being nestled in the heart of the Ancient World and a hosting a bloody vortex of pagan, Greek Orthodox, and Turkish Islamic influence. These black mountains’ history runs deep, and the earliest recordings of its musical traditions sound beguiling, hypnotic, and alien… difficult to place, yet timeless and familiar.

King describes this demotika as a “tools for survival.” The songs present include shepherds’ calls, funeral laments, wedding and feast day dances. The source 78s are aural documents of a culture that existed before the insidious and widespread sublimation into a “Monoculture of the West.” They sound outside of a modern recording industry that molded music-making into a commodity. This music is vital and intense, and King says it serves “an existential function within the community.”

Demitrios Halkias :: Selfos (Nightingale)

This is the sort of music King lives for (and it should be noted that he abstains from listening to much else). Whether it’s country blues, string band, gospel, Cajun, or Epirotic, if he hears that raw, unhinged beauty, the music reveals itself as a transhistorical vessel to ponder and discuss the nature of humanity at its purest and most conflicting. He’s a prominent collector with a knack at sourcing the best copies of the rarest music, and he specializes in the subtle craft of engineering that fragile shellac for reissue. Technical expertise aside, King is a thoroughly charismatic producer, curator, and historian… an indispensible tour guide through the primordial sonic backwaters. His poetic liner notes are deeply human and thought provoking, informed by parallel loves of literature, cinema, and philosophy–essential companions to the music.

Regulars at AD will certainly recognize some of his past work–his Long Gone Sound label has partnered with Tompkins Square includes Imaginational Anthem, Vol. 6: Origins of American Primitive Guitar, the unparalleled Mama, I’ll Be Long Gone: The Complete Recordings of Amede Ardoin amongst others. He won a Grammy for his work on Revenant’s Screamin’ and Hollerin’ the Blues: The Worlds of Charley Patton, and was featured alongside his copy of “Last Kind Word Blues” in John Jeremiah Sullivan’s deep NY Times investigation of the mysterious Geeshie Wiley and Elvie Thomas. Chris King has played a part in many intoxicating trips into the past and sports an enlightened perspective on the strange market of reissue music.

Elias Karathimos :: Mirologi-Epirotiko Makedoniko (An Epirotic-Macedonian Lament)

Yet King’s relatively recent interest in music from Northern Greece has generated a massive project. Why The Mountains Are Black is in fact the fourth of a seven-part serialization of Greek/Balkan music. Its predecessors are Don’t Trust Your Neighbors: Early Albanian Traditional Songs & Improvisations, 1920s-1930s, Five Days Married & Other Laments: Song and Dance From Northern Greece, 1928-1958, and Alexis Zoumbas: A Lament For Epirus 1926-1928. That last one, released in 2014, is a dizzyingly beautiful portrait of a mysterious, mythical, expatriate violinist. I dare one to listen and not have the soul shaken! Each collection posits a philosophical inquisition, introduced by King’s accompanying writings that brim with his singular personality. In addition to the three remaining serializations, he’s also working on a proper book on the music of Northern Greek for W.W. Norton & Co., a “musical travelogue through the eyes of a 78 collector.” While waiting on King’s book, check out Amanda Petrusich’s excellent ride-along piece in the NY Times, where she attends the panegyri (marathon village festivals) with King for a present-day glimpse at Epirotic music. Needless to say, this deeply traditional music is still alive and well despite the obscurity of these earliest recordings. There is much to appreciate in that corner of the Earth for the musically curious and adventurous.

Aquarium Drunkard caught up with King over the phone to discuss just what’s going on in those Mountains.

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John Cale :: The John Peel Session (1975)

Following his exit from the VU John Cale kept busy as a producer, sonically manning the helm behind Nico's The Marble Index / Desertshore and the Stooges  landmark debut LP. All this prior to embarking on his own solo career in 1970 with the release of Vintage Violence, kicking off a trio of albums for Columbia Records. Cale's next record deal would find him on Chris Blackwell's Island Records, releasing a trilogy of albums in quick succession over the course of thirteen months.

Which brings us to . . .

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High Llamas :: Here Come The Rattling Trees

Sean O'Hagan and his merry band of High Llamas aren't quite as prolific as they once were back in the 1990s, but their latest effort, the all-too-brief "musical narrative,"  Here Come The Rattling Trees, is a great reminder of the group's myriad charms. From the very first note, the listener is transported to a sonic space that really no other band can conjure up, filled with elegant arrangements, buoyant and bubbling keyboards, wistful melodies and crisp Tropicalia rhythms. Beautiful . . .

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Joni Mitchell :: The Jungle Line

'This record is a total work conceived graphically, musically, lyrically and accidentally -- as a whole. The whole unfolded like a mystery. It is not my intention to unravel that mystery for anyone, but rather to offer some additional clues."   Joni Mitchell, 1976 (via)

The Hissing of Summer Lawns - also known as the record I play for people who pretend they don't like Joni Mitchell. Next to Blue, it sits as my . . .

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The Headhunters :: Survival Of The Fittest

Space funk incarnate. Last month, perusing bins to pick up a nice copy of Sextant for a pal, I was reminded of the Headhunters 1975 solo debut, Survival Of The Fittest. Sans bandleader Herbie Hancock (though helming the production), the Thrust gang is all here: Mike Clark, Paul Jackson, Bernie Maupin and Bill Summers, along with guitarist Blackbird McKnight. At six tracks, bookended by . . .

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