Trying to decide if I want to spend money on Biber done by Goebel and Musica Antiqua Koln or Romanesca or John Holloway? Listening to clips, I hear things I like in them all.
OK. I got Holloway’s “Der Turken Anmarsch” because there was one left in stock and it made me dizzy (in a good way). So now what Biber should I get by Romanesca or Goebel? Or do I have to do this all on my own?
I think I’m leaning more towards Musica Antiqua Koln’s “Harmonia Artificioso” over Tafelmusik. Well? Any opinions?
Inspiration struck upon hearing Nuttin’ for Christmas last night. We’d no idea it existed and if you aren’t familiar then I suggest you go take a listen at the above link before proceeding, because…
I promptly came up with my own all natural, organic, folk holiday version, got Marty to play guitar, and off-the-top of our heads we gathered around the computer, the miracle Amish fireless fireplace website blazing on the monitor, and recorded. We’re kind of like the Von Trapp family only we’ve got one child and he won’t sing, which left the burden full on me.
Marty recorded this carnival samba today for the percussion group, Bratuke. They’re a new group, just starting to perform more frequently and are working on getting a website up. If you’re in Little Five Points (here in Atlanta) they practice every Sunday afternoon at the community center.
The names of the players: Colin Agnew, Rafael Pereira, Chris Befille, Justin Chesarek, Greg Hammontree and Angelica Buono.
Smith’s Olde Bar has been holding a Songs for Kids Foundation “500 Songs for Kids” benefit. Which is quite a marathon. 500 bands/artists are given a different greatest sing-a-long song to play. 50 bands/artists play a night! Imagine. Equipment is already set up but some bands still drag in their own. Non-stop sing-a-long entertainment.
You are assigned your songs.
Thus it was that Marty was down there last Thursday (well, Thursday before last now) playing “Mandy” with Matthew Kahler and there was no room to complain over the fact it was “Mandy” because this is a cool benefit that helps a number of different charities for kids.
I participated by purchasing the song so Marty could learn how to play it. I did my part. And I was sick, sick, and coughing my guts out and had a fever still so you know this was a real effort for me to have to download that song since Marty, who engineers and produces music, hasn’t quite figured out how to manage iTunes. So, give me some credit, please. Though not much. Except I was really really really sick at the time and having to drag my sorry butt out of bed to download “Mandy” was an ordeal.
I can imagine that Matthew and Marty did well with Mandy, and Marty says that Matthew killed it, people loved it.
Marty did double duty as he was down there again tonight with Heston. Their song was “Heard it Through the Grapevine”, which is difficult to do without a band and make it groove, Marty says, but they did it and had the whole room singing.
Unlike “Mandy”, Marty’s been playing “Heard it Through the Grapevine” for about 35 years, but never in e flat minor before.
The next to the saddest of all keys.
Marty tells me the cool thing is whenever there’s an original artist from the area, the original artist is coming in to do their song, so Cracker came in from Charleston to do a song and Sister Hazel came from where-ever, and Kevin Kinney flew in from New York to do his song then went straight back and Ce-lo is coming in tomorrow night to do a song.
He says Jill McAllister of Arlington Priest (did “With a Little Help From My Friends”) tore up “Dock of the Bay” tonight, jumping up and taking the place of an artist who didn’t show up.
Josh Rifkind organized the event which is run smooth as can be and that’s no easy feat for a benefit of this scale and type.
Nice little write up on Heston in this week’s Creative Loafing. Audio included is “Brand New U”. If you’re interested in learning a bit more about this up-and-coming West Indian soul artist Marty’s been recording the past few years, head over and read and have a listen. Nice guy and is out there working hard spreading the music around. He’s doing a Bob Marley tribute with Julie Dexter (Marty worked on her last album) this coming Saturday at Sugarhill.
“Brand New U” features Sasha on guitar, another artist Marty has spent a good amount of time recording. Raphael is on percussion. Julius Speed plays Rhodes. The Freeman Brothers play horns.
I wasn’t at the Variety Playhouse yesterday, where Marty was playing, but I’m still going to try to provide a basic description of the scene, via his telling of it.
Not only was I not at the Variety Playhouse, I didn’t do my yoga yesterday. It’s the first time in the nearly seven weeks since I started doing the yoga that I didn’t do it. The entire household woke up sick…not dreadfully sick (apart from a bit of fever, and congestion and upset stomach) but lay you out on the futon-sofa sick where someone asks you to do something and your mind checks out your body to see if it will comply but the body doesn’t respond and your mind decides its only option is to go back to sleep. Except for Marty. He wasn’t feeling top form but he managed to move. But then he’d been invited by Clay Harper to play in his band opening up for Todd Rundgren (that last name is a real problem for a dyslexic) and had to be at the Variety Playhouse. Noises were made about H.o.p. and me going to the show but then Thursday morning we woke up sick and the next thing I knew (for all intents and purposes, it having been a waste of a day here) Marty was calling me to tell me the show was over.
So, Clay Harper (singing), Marty (Wurlitzer), Reggie (drums–kick, snare, hi hat), Jimmy Cobb (bass) and Ken Watt (trumpet and flugelhorn) set up on the stage, in a straight line across it. And there they sat in their folding chairs. All the way across the stage. Everyone settled into their folding chairs. Sandra Hall was there too, singing, and had her own folding chair. And there was a hiphop dancer and their MC, a Jamaican guy by the name of Fire. They had their own folding chairs too and were on stage through the entire show but they were sometimes released from their folding chairs whereas everyone else stayed put.
What they did.
They played stripped down versions of Clay’s songs interspersed with tapes from telephone messages (responses to a personal ad Clay had placed) and a long rant from a mail man.
Marty couldn’t tell what the mail man’s rant was as he couldn’t hear it but his cue was, “There’s going to be a revolution.”
They started with the phone messages. The musicians sat through the entire show. Every time the tapes ran the stage went dark.
“It wasn’t quite the right crowd for this show,” Marty says, “but the people that got it enjoyed it.”
They were almost booed off the stage once. Marty says it was his fault, that he got the tempo wrong on one song and the song after it was ultra slow and no one wanted two slow songs in a row. But they salvaged it all and apparently the presentation, very stripped down, went very well. The idea was they play the least they could play and have it still be music.
They did “Roly Poly” and I wish I’d been there to hear it. I love “Roly Poly”. They did “Crazy”. These are all some great songs of Clay’s that were recorded back in the 90’s when he still had his Casino studio and was producing vinyl singles of his stuff and wrapping them up in fun covers. Marty was in on those sessions. And they performed some other tunes from other CDs of Clay’s. Old Ray, Kid’s on the Weekend, Main Street, Three Fingers. A 40 minute show that turned into 30 minutes as their start time had been pushed back from 8:00 to 8:10.
Some people were yelling for older songs that they didn’t do.
It was the first time they’d played together in eleven years and Marty said it was outstanding. I had some question, hearing that the show was interspersed with phone messages, which seemed rather outdated to me, but Marty says it worked very well and was instead outrageous, hilarious and crazy.
By the way, Marty says Todd Rundgren was incredible.
H.o.p. is still quite not back to normal (neither am I). He’s laid out on the futon and last I checked he’s still got a low fever and his eyes are still red (so are mine) but he’s better than he was yesterday. Yesterday he was curled up on one corner of the futon. I was unable to find the memory card for his camera and he wasn’t even moaning and groaning over the empty memory card slot in his camera, he just lay there, holding his camera, eyes glazed and vaguely focused on the television. Hardly a word from him, not even of complaint. Last night, beginning to feel a little better, he cheerily said, “When we feel better we’ll have a party, right?” Today he is stretched out full on the futon and holding his camera and occasionally clicking a photo (I found the memory card) and occasionally going through a coughing spell. I just took him some Tylenol. He was very cheery about the Tylenol.
Damn, I want to hear “Roly Poly” now. Where are those singles?
A couple of wonderful whimsical offerings. H.o.p. loves the animations of Yannick Puig, such as the below “I Lived on the Moon”.
Another is the delightful “Krapooyo”.
I like Puig’s animations as well.
P.S. “I Lived on the Moon” was replayed over and over here today and probably will be for a while. I showed it to Marty when he got home and even he was anxious to see a larger version.
So I’ve viewed the animation I don’t know how many times and I’m still getting goosebumps when the giant bulb creature starts walking. Well, not just goosebumps. It lifts me out of my chair each time with me appreciatively whooping and thrashing the air and exclaiming, “Look! Look! Look! Isn’t that wonderful??!!!”
P.P.S. I’m back watching the movie again. (We’ve purchased the music CD from Kwoon, by the way. Overseas. Not available in America yet, it seems, except by individual Amazon mp3 download of each song. So, we went with buying the CD from Kwoon.) Amazing how expressive the child and the adult are when their only facial features showing are the eyes and eyebrows.
Wonderful, the mountains, the clouds, the way the stars light up in the sky. Then the appearance of the mask of a threatening blood red sun and the adult plunges down into the frame, the child looking down after him and suddenly there is the adult floating up in the distance, beside the threatening sun (beautiful shadows), seemingly overwhelmed, helpless. He is gone. Gone. What has happened? The boy left alone now in this landscape of pebble moon rocks. A remarkable impression of loss. The single small tree squeaks at him as he walks away. He goes to it and sits at its base.
When VROOM, up into the air, perfectly complementing the music, this whatever, we don’t know what yet, shoots into the sky. The first time H.o.p. and I saw that we did seriously yell in excitement, swept up ourselves. The tree now revealed to be this amazing bulb, soaring up to the moon, the boy propelled through the clouds like an astronaut, you can feel the physical and emotional forces exerted upon him are enormous as he rides the bulb up, ah, through the watery clouds.
The bulb stops. In the rays of the moon he explores what little surface there is. And is taken off guard as the bulb again begins to move. Its one seeming tether separating to reveal they are two breathtakingly, impossibly long legs. The bulb is quite large on these long spindly legs, and as it moves you see and feel the effort to stabilize its walk, reaching out that first leg with also a wonderful earth grappling sense of surety. We watch from afar as it finds its bearings.
There is nothing at all frightening about this marvelous bulb.
Then the boy takes off on the leafed stem of the bulb, flying above the clouds, tries as best he can to cover his head with his short arms as a wave of ocean sky cloud swallows them and WOW what a transition to his riding the flying stingray up up up and over the clouds, through the floating jellyfish.
Suddenly there appears the ship of the blood red sun. “Look at them throw their spears at him,” H.o.p. says. And they shoot at him that blood red sun cannonball on its tether. The boy is powerless to fight it, to do anything but simply ride the sting ray.
For a moment it looks as if he won’t make it, but indeed he escapes that blood red rage, the sting ray ferrying him out of reach just by a hair in the nick of time, and the boy sails on while the ship behind him, split by its own tethered cannonball, breaks in two and descends into the clouds.
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Just last night, after watching the eclipse, when I came back inside with my failed pictures. I looked at Saturn and Regulus (?) on either side of the moon, their spirals of light, and I thought, “Ah, jelly fish in the ocean sky.” So after having watched the eclipse I then took H.o.p. on a web journey looking for which deep sea self-illumining creature most looked like those stars in that deep sea sky ocean. (I am now reminded of the Light Eel we made last year.)