Larnie Fox creates strange little hand-cranked machines for making gamelon-like music. Here are a few in action.
Originally shared by Larnie Fox
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q76O7ATdo0U&feature=autoshare
Saturday, September 16, 2017
Friday, September 15, 2017
Dot showed Krakow the sheet music that was used by the Shaggs when they were active.
Dot showed Krakow the sheet music that was used by the Shaggs when they were active. “They had charts for everything,” he told me, “which was a total mind-fuck.” The melodies had been written by Dot, and she and Betty sang and played them together on their guitars with the sort of intuitive, spooky closeness that is a hallmark of sibling acts like the Delmore Brothers and the Blue Sky Boys. Their sister Helen, meanwhile, was in her own world, playing “rudiments of beats that she remembered from drills during her drum lessons in school” that had little or no relationship to what her sisters were playing.
“They knew exactly what they were doing,” Krakow said, though the changing and often odd-meter time signatures heard on “Philosophy” were mistakes. “Some of the songs sound like they’re in 1/1, with every beat feeling like a punch in the stomach.” The guitars were not in alternative tunings—they were simply out of tune. Though repeated listenings of Shaggs songs can reveal an order within the chaos, and the music’s unadorned authenticity builds into some sort of visceral, gutty celebration of total weirdness that some call genius, it’s probably more accurate to call the album accidental art. The Wiggins were not, as some would have it, “on to something.” They were embarrassed when they heard the results of the recording, and, as time passed, the ever-expanding numbers of devotees they inspired left them nonplussed. They did not feel related to outsider music at all, and wondered whether they were being made fun of.
https://plus.google.com/+KeeHinckley/posts/jDAsoUtNheo
“They knew exactly what they were doing,” Krakow said, though the changing and often odd-meter time signatures heard on “Philosophy” were mistakes. “Some of the songs sound like they’re in 1/1, with every beat feeling like a punch in the stomach.” The guitars were not in alternative tunings—they were simply out of tune. Though repeated listenings of Shaggs songs can reveal an order within the chaos, and the music’s unadorned authenticity builds into some sort of visceral, gutty celebration of total weirdness that some call genius, it’s probably more accurate to call the album accidental art. The Wiggins were not, as some would have it, “on to something.” They were embarrassed when they heard the results of the recording, and, as time passed, the ever-expanding numbers of devotees they inspired left them nonplussed. They did not feel related to outsider music at all, and wondered whether they were being made fun of.
https://plus.google.com/+KeeHinckley/posts/jDAsoUtNheo
Wednesday, September 13, 2017
Monday, September 11, 2017
I love “Promised Land” because it’s not just about one Johnny B.
I love “Promised Land” because it’s not just about one Johnny B. Goode, but all of them, Americans everywhere on a shared spiritual journey, hitting the road when they’re feeling stuck, experiencing all the cathartic guitar solos, trying to outrace their inevitable second thoughts.
“If you wanted to paint a picture of that era,” Mr. Ely observed, “you wouldn’t even have to lift a brush, you could just pick up a guitar and play that song.” In just two minutes and 23 seconds, Mr. Berry establishes a whooshing vision of the American dream, as the poor boy leaves his home in Norfolk, Va., and takes buses, trains and jets to Los Angeles to make it in (presumably) the music business, briefly taking note of the civil rights unrest of the time.
https://www.nytimes.com/2017/09/11/travel/chuck-berry-road-trip.html?hp&action=click&pgtype=Homepage&clickSource=story-heading&module=second-column-region®ion=top-news&WT.nav=top-news
“If you wanted to paint a picture of that era,” Mr. Ely observed, “you wouldn’t even have to lift a brush, you could just pick up a guitar and play that song.” In just two minutes and 23 seconds, Mr. Berry establishes a whooshing vision of the American dream, as the poor boy leaves his home in Norfolk, Va., and takes buses, trains and jets to Los Angeles to make it in (presumably) the music business, briefly taking note of the civil rights unrest of the time.
https://www.nytimes.com/2017/09/11/travel/chuck-berry-road-trip.html?hp&action=click&pgtype=Homepage&clickSource=story-heading&module=second-column-region®ion=top-news&WT.nav=top-news
Sunday, September 3, 2017
This is not too far from the original.
This is not too far from the original.
https://youtu.be/jfLzD73AnuU
https://youtu.be/jfLzD73AnuU
Saturday, September 2, 2017
Another example of how Richard Thompson can make any material sound good.
Another example of how Richard Thompson can make any material sound good.
https://play.google.com/music/m/Th2yq66l5i5uniz25mfa5waioxy?t=Oops_I_Did_it_Again_-_Thompson_Richard
https://play.google.com/music/m/Th2yq66l5i5uniz25mfa5waioxy?t=Oops_I_Did_it_Again_-_Thompson_Richard
Google Play served up this gem --- an acoustic Richard Thompson album I hadn't heard.
Google Play served up this gem --- an acoustic Richard Thompson album I hadn't heard. This track is a standout example of his mastery of the traditional British folk idiom.
https://play.google.com/music/m/Txp76d2msyhm2ug6ydvrt34vkkq?t=Banish_Misfortune_-_Richard_Thompson
https://play.google.com/music/m/Txp76d2msyhm2ug6ydvrt34vkkq?t=Banish_Misfortune_-_Richard_Thompson
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