They exist already some time, and threegirls love them. Cutevil Yo-landi, her hypertalented lover Ninja (Waddy Jones, remember Max Normal) and DJ Hi-Tek of die Antwoord are South African’s best white trash.
Record Club is an initiative of Beck, intended as “an informal meeting of various musicians to record an album in a day. The album chosen to be reinterpreted is used as a framework. Nothing is rehearsed or arranged ahead of time. A track is put up here once a week. The songs are rough renditions, often first takes that document what happened over the course of a day as opposed to a polished rendering. There is no intention to ‘add to’ the original work or attempt to recreate the power of the original recording. Only to play music and document what happens.”
Some true beauties:
Jamie Lidell covers Skip Spence’s Cripple Creek. As overwhelming as always, this rare Jamie species.
This is Skip Spence:
Alexander Lee “Skip” Spence (1946 – 1999) was a musician and singer-songwriter best known for his work with Jefferson Airplane, Moby Grape and as a solo artist. He was born in Canada, and his family relocated to San Jose, California in the late 1950s. His career was plagued by drug addictions coupled with mental health problems, and is described by a biographer as man who “neither died young nor had a chance to find his way out.” During his tenure in the public eye, he had a profound impact on the outsider music and psych-folk genres.
One with hummingbird Feist, covering ‘Weighted Down’ of Skip Spence:
O and this one is so tribalistic! (with Jeff Tweedy junior on the drum computer):
One with Jeff Tweedy (Wilco) in full regalia, covering Skip Spence’s Dixie Peach Promenade (with jr on the real drums this time):
Pixels…
… and skaters
… extra
+ the new band of Kyp Malone (TV on the Radio). Rocks!
Great version of an even greater song. Killer bass!
And this one is my Talking Heads favorite ever! Born under punches! Auwch! Tribal!
Fuck* they are good. Lip-sync’n but good.
The Seeds – Pushin’ too hard (Try to understand!)
* “Irrespective of its origins or etymology, Fuck is as profane and
offensive today as it was a century ago and its meaning has not
changed much although it has certainly picked up speed. Fuck always
seemed to suggest somewhat more than just intercourse or copulation
and somehow put a more animal or primal spin on the idea of coitus.
The power and magic of this mere four letter word is best exemplified
by the fact that even to this day it remains forbidden on MTV, the
fortress of everything transient, transgressive and fashionable. I
have long maintained that if you want to destroy something make it
into a fashion and that is precisely the function of MTV (or “EMPTY V”
as I prefer to call it) Every subversive concept or revolutionary idea
from Punk to Ché Guevara gets digested and destroyed into a three week
make over on MTV only to be then re-issued as a perfume or t-shirt.
And yet you still cannot say Fuck !
We call it a “swear” word or a “curse” word and perhaps therein lies
the key to its secret identity. We swear an oath or swear on the Bible
in order “to make a solemn declaration, invoking a deity or a sacred
person or thing, in confirmation of and witness to the honesty or
truth of such a declaration.” Similarly a curse is also ” a prayer or
an invocation for harm or injury to come upon one” or “an
ecclesiastical censure or anathema.”
(…)
South African artist Kendell Geers has an interesting vision, not only on the notion of ‘fuck’. I had the pleasure to talk with him during a conversation with lovely Hannelore Knuts for her UltraMegaLore exhibition, soon to be shown in the Modemuseum of Hasselt. A reflection I wrote on this forthright talk about ‘the art of being a muse’, will appear in the accompanying UltraMegaLore catalogue. Threegirls will keep you posted!
And I guess you there wouldn’t mind ending with a sassy thing dancing for the health of your seeds.
(thank you K for tipping me)
Oh and yes before we forget, Threegirls wants to wish you all a delightful new year. We hope 2010 will bring you a lot of insights, sunshine breezes and much more sumptuous breakfasts than last year.
Today I stumbled upon this intriguing painting ‘American Gothic’ by Grant Wood (1891-1942), depicting the rural American Midwest (some say it is a parody, some say it is a homage).
It made me jollily singing the whole Ginger Ale catalogue again, since one of their albums seems to be inspired on Wood’s work.
Ginger Ale is a fantastic Parisian band who pulled over some time ago, which is most deplorable. Listen to them while biking on a tandem with your love on a very bright day.
As a tribute, Gini made a drawing a few years ago.
Suzy (fan) and Gini Rose (drawing)
Wolf Parade..
(just reading Raymond Carver’s whatwetalkaboutwhenwetalkaboutlove, ‘Why don’t you dance’ is one of the short stories)
What a gem! William Onyeabor is a funk musician from Nigeria. He studied cinematography in Russia for many years, returning to Nigeria in the mid-70s to start his own Wilfilms music label and a music and film production studio. He recorded a number of hit songs in Nigeria during the 70s, the biggest of which was “Atomic Bomb” in 1978. His songs are often heavily rhythmic and synthesized, occasionally epic in scope, with lyrics decrying war sung by both Onyeabor himself and female backing vocalists. In recent years a number of his songs have appeared on various compilations, most often his biggest hit “Better Change Your Mind”, through labels such as Luaka Bop. His albums have long since gone out of print, prompting high prices from collectors on eBay.
William has now been crowned a High Chief in Enugu, where he lives today as a successful businessman working on government contracts and running his own flour mill..
(Sources: Last FM and Wikipedia)
The Dead Weather.. New Jack White Stripe project. One of the best intro’s I have ever seen. And what follows is so simple but strong. He’s a master.
And Charlotte Gainsbourg’s fruitful encounter with Beck.. (I love Charlotte! She’s cool+sweet)
Matias! Aguayo! Rollin rollin rollerskater.
Ooooooo (Flaming Lips, I can be a frog)
Bat for lashes sublimely whispers and howls Daniel’s name
A delirious version of New York by Cat Power
The Klaxons with the hypnotic Isle of Her
And to end in beauty, the new collective ‘Monsters of folk’ unites giants like Jim James (My Morning Jacket), Conor Oberst (Bright Eyes), M. Ward and Mike Mogis (Bright Eyes). Very suave.
O so beautiful. This song deserves a kingdom.
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