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» THAT NI**ER'S CRAZY


on the quick: Smoking Section offers 9 Richard Pryor albums ! (& 14 volumes of Motown). More on Smoking inna minute...


  five comments |
» HAPPY HOLIDAY HAZE

Always topical, Wayne&Wax goes seasonal with a 30min mix of non-irritating Yuletide song & beat irreverance. The only Christmas-themed MP3 i could bring myself to download, but even so, it's clearly 10x better than the rest.

Heavy on the Nat King Cole, of course... then Johnny Mathis & TOK?!  With nods to the RZA's string composition?!
    I am ready:


   W&W - remix-más!


Best served at family gatherings where hash oil has been slipped into the dessert cake.

  four comments |
» MR NAXX LIVE IN LONDON

the Very Good radio station Resonance FM in London was recently awarded a 5-year broadcast license!! (So many sounds can fit inside 5 years, it's terrifying.) Res hosts heaps of mp3s from live guests, such as this wake-up shout:


  Ove-Naxx - 30 min of  anarchy!


a real Dadaphonic teethbreaker, the first 5 minutes encapsulate a whole philosophy of living.
captured live on Magz & Jim's
you are hear. good people! good sound!

  six comments |
» ADVANCED HATERISM


a highly fascinating 7":  one side, Hater, is post-grime* female-voiced synthetic existentialism -- between me & you (and the synth), lies so much insurmountable space --


   Various - Hater


...and the other side of the 7 delivers a straight-faced cover of a lovely North England folk tune called Byker Hill. I have Boiled in Lead performing Byker Hill (they do it better than Various) but my CD collection is a black hole, things go in, never come out. Sorry! Various tunes buyable here.

  & here's Byker Hill as a MIDI file, one of many hosted by Yet Another Digital Tradition Page.


* i checked with the editor to see if it's okay to say "post-grime" yet, but it turns out the editor doesnt exist.


  four comments |
» DISCOVER THE RECIPES YOU ARE USING AND ABANDON THEM
for those who haven't yet experienced:


  Brian Eno's
 
    Oblique Strategy Cards


  Timeblind's epic Ital-Luddite
   sativa tech-hop track,

    The Rastabomba
  (scroll down, right side)



  one comment |

TOP WHAT?

Saturday 31 December 2005 at 02:45 am


...in case y'all missed it the first time around:


        DJ Rupture's Top 5 Problems with Top 10 Albums of the Year Lists



GIFTS OF CODE

Thursday 29 December 2005 at 12:59 am


   A Holiday Gift to All Our Lurker-Employees from Mudd Up! CEO and Head Janitor Clayton Bigsby

MuddUp! rounds-up useful FREE programs & web applications
    (yep, i'm unafraid to get my nerd on):


            

            bloglines.

when I first went to Bloglines i was like 'this doesn't make any sense'. now it's indispensable. Who's got time to browse thru blogs? -- a bloglines inbox collects all the new posts from blogs of yr choice in a single place. A big timesaver for timewasters like us. No need to surf or follow bookmarks, etc. You can also clip/save/share specific posts or make public your blog reading list. Bloglines renders each post free from all the extraneous graphics & text formating (i.e. no annoying ads, but also, in the case of Mudd Up! for example, no comments box or link section). Since it's web-based, you can get yr info fix on any computer, rather than having to remember a handful of site addresses, etc. Other RSS aggregators exist, but Bloglines does the trick pretty well. 


            

            firefox.

if you are reading this with Internet Explorer, you need to go get the Firefox web-browser right now. Easy as that. Ok, next--



             F.B.I. keystroke logger.

this simple and efficient application (known as Magic Lantern) makes a record of every website you visit and records every single keystroke performed on your computer -- capturing everything you type from passwords to love letters to internet browsing paths. Best of all, it's totally free and has already been installed.
     Happy 2006, servant!


      
            greasemonkey.

one of the characteristics of Web 2.x is a foregrounding of data as style, making clear the idea that 'raw' information doesn't exist and all 'facts' result from the interpretation (or stylization) of information. Greasemonkey is sunglasses you look at the web through, special souped-up sunglasses that filter or flip or freak the information there. It's modular and young, and can even splice info from various sites into a single page-- like searches on Amazon.com which yield Amazon results and info on whether or not your library branch stocks the same title.

Online data, with greasemonkey, gets even more slippery, remixable, hackable. Like replacing every mention of 'George W. Bush' with "something more fitting" (BushRenamer). Popular destinations already sport dozens of improvement hacks via greasemonkey. Greasemonkey scripts have even been written to clean up Pitchfork!


here's a nice intro piece. "Greasemonkey lets you mash-up websites. It lets you extend and script websites and integrate that script right into the original site as if the designers had intended it to be there. It lets you use their web site, their data, their servers, their work to serve your purpose and function."

In summary: offers a pleasant, side-effect free escape from consensual online reality -- which basically means escape from aggressive ad placement, clunky navigation, and various half-baked marketing gambits. .



              thunderbird.

email app from the mozilla/firefox folk



            openoffice.

while we're quitting Microsoft's IE, might as well kick the M$ Word/Excel/Office habit as well. That's where OpenOffice comes in. Compatible with all the M$ Office applications. Performs slightly better or worse, depending who you ask.




                pivot / wordpress.

bog-people tools. U can dig your own bog with these. Wordpress is elegant and easy to use/install, Pivot is... less so. but it's what i use.


            double desktop.

theoretically useful for laptop musicians or anyone else trying to cram a lot of windows onto a smallish monitor: double desktop lets you toggle between the main display and a 2nd 'virtual' desktop.



            tweakbench.

audio monkeybizness. Tweakbench hosts some decent free VST instruments and effects. The interfaces don't allow you to finesse, which turns out to be a nice touch (interface as ideology, and tweakbench prefers drastic DSP) Something oddly compelling about 'Field', an instrument that mixes someone else's field recordings. Amnesia ambience?


KICK OUT THE HAMS, BROTHERS & SISTERS

Tuesday 27 December 2005 at 2:38 pm

Last month in Bristol, DJ Punksi gifted me a great cassette tape "designed to be an introduction to the magical world of klezmer music - Jewish folk music." Timespan 1908 - 1980. Some of the scratchy old recordings truly mesmerize, here's a rip of one that starts with drones and xylophones!:


          Jacob Hoffman and Kandel's Orchestra - Doina and Hora

            from Punksi's tape 'Kicks Out the Hams'


when asked for this song my hardrive chose to serve me a compatible folk song involving 'Jacob'. from Harry Smith's Anthology of American Folk Music vol. 2 Social Music, a swinging fiddle instrumental:


          Prince Albert Hunt's Texas Ramblers - Wake Up Jacob



One of the reasons I like Bristol is because, nestled among the glossy club flyers &  giveaway advertising riffraff, you find stuff like this, enhanced Trivial Pursuit cards courtesy of 911Bristol:




click for the flip

HAPPY HOLIDAYS

Friday 23 December 2005 at 12:25 am



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THE BULLETS REALLY DO PIN DOWN THE PAIN

Wednesday 21 December 2005 at 12:00 am

Back from there & there & there, in full throes of a broadband-assisted 'fabulous' moment. Everything is marvelous! At least -- marvelous right now, pixel by pixel, following the correct series of urls and links, presently, briefly, in a virtual world, alone...  isolated in front of a screen that glows, the only sounds computer fans & traffic outside & cold fingers clacking on plastic. the keyboard's little bits of paint and complex petrochemicals flaking off to slowly insinuate themselves deep into my bloodstream, looking to vandalize my DNA, molecule by molecule.
  And I'm grinning.


where to begin? Kellista of course (like here or here. although livejournal makes me feel like i'm eavesdropping)

Or maybe Timeblind: "Too much data hinders the ability of intelligence to do efficient pattern matching. Too much information makes you dumber, splits the attention. The web is essentially satanic."


Josephine has been fighting for exemption from all daily work on account of her singing

                  is it in fact singing at all? (kafka with popup ads!)


     the best online thingy i've clicked in awhile (via w&w):

Monday 19 December 2005 at 01:51 am
  Unpopularity, often the only way forward.


EAST EUROPE PEOPLE

Wednesday 14 December 2005 at 12:00 am


    come out & play?


         DJ /rupture live dates:: (more)

ORDER AS ORDER TAKES UNDERSTANDING

Monday 12 December 2005 at 6:38 pm

this one echoes Ellison's Battle Royal ("I ask myself what I am willing to do to win, how hard I can hit before the dealer decides I am attacking him and not his words.") & this oneiric medley a good place to begin:


Dreamt I was Nelson Mandela. He/me has just delivered some sort of speech, and as I am getting into my limo, I run into an old college roommate. He was a drama student and he is now a successful South African sitcom actor... We go to several bars, including now unrecognizable college haunts. Gentrification has filled them with white people, liberal white college kids who are "honored" to be having a pint with Nelson Mandela. They get on our nerves, and me and my old roommate are carried away with nostalgia, start a bar fight. My presidential bodyguards materialize, intervene, break it up. We're so old, the bodyguards have to carry us back into the limo. I look at the guards, embarrassed that I have dreamt Nelson Mandela into such an undignified, un-Mandela-like circumstance, but they wink at me, assure me that my roommate and I could have taken those Boer fucks easy. It occurs to me that the guards don't just work for Mandela, that they love him with the fierce tenderness of children protecting a parent...


The dream changes. Now I am a junior member of the US Congress. I am in Brooklyn riding a Manhattan-bound green line train with two ranking Republicans. I don't know where we are going, but I feel like I've been tricked into participating in some kind of bullshit collegial exercise, the dedication of a highway perhaps. I avoid eye contact with the rest of the riders, don't want anyone to think I am with the Republicans by choice.


One of the Republicans is a crazy, right-wing Cuban lady from Miami who keeps crawling and cavorting on the subway car floor. There is something vaguely MILFish about her, so even though I don't want anyone to think I subscribe to her politics I wonder briefly whether this might turn into a sex dream. I consider then discard the possibility. She is plainly pretty and well-preserved, and rather nicely poured into a maroon, polyester pants-suit, but the way she keeps crawling on the subway floor disturbs me. I wonder if she's been infected by some kind of virus.





  • Geeta's right: David Byrne's blog is well-composed & brainy.He gains instant Mudd Up! bonus points by referencing Philip K. Dick and Jane Jacobs on the same page. It's a zuperb Jacobs quote to boot:


To see complex systems of functional order as order, and not as chaos, takes understanding. The leaves dropping from the trees in autumn, the interior of an airplane engine, the entrails of a dissected rabbit, the city desk of a newspaper, all appear to be chaos if they are seen without comprehension. Once they are understood as systems of order, they actually look different.

                                                            The Death and Life of Great American Cities (1961)


KUDURO, & LEATHER ON THE LAWN

Thursday 08 December 2005 at 1:13 pm


you can't front on a music style whose name translates to "hard ass" (and they're not talking about tough guys...).


    Welcome to Angolan kuduro! Why not start with the self-proclaimed King?

 

              Helder Rei Do Kuduro - Festa Da Paz


if you need labels, it sounds vaguely like fast Brazilian reggaeton, except it's African (with all the local polyglot plurality that implies), and more techno. And Helder 'King of Kuduro' reminds me of Wayne Lonesome, which is just strange. Both tracks from his album "Ladies Night"

 


              Helder Rei Do Kuduro - Kadifuba



             *      *      *


        Party Over, let's go back to another former Portuguese colony:

I had a surreal experience at the home of a Brazilian art collector this time 2 weeks ago. The real deal: fantastic pieces everywhere, a separate showing room detached from the house, a 6-ton wall he'd just purchased, leather coaches in the backyard where a (semi-permanent?) party filled with tattooed musicians and well-groomed Brazilian women was taking place.
    Boys, you must be inked. Trucker caps optional. Girls, you must be beautiful. 


    "Rupture is a member of... the counterculture!" my host proclaimed as a little piece of linguine left his lips to land inconspicuously on his wife's arm.

    "I'm... a member?"

    "Yes! Yes! Tell them what-- What's that on your CD, on the back? Something kills capitalism--"

    "Oh yeah, Kopying Kills Kapitalism--"

    "Precisely!! You're so high, so high, you'll see the art from a different point of view. And heavy!"  He meant tall, right? I am tall, and pretty skinny too.

     "The Pixies are from Boston!" He winks a proud, inclusive wink. I raise my wineglass in agreement.

                Producing its own strange semiotic S will write me of this city in a few days.


And protecting our party, protecting it all -- because this is Sao Paolo -- 3 meter walls, wires, security cams. A sense of entitlement, a near-infinite gulf.

    "That felt like an acid trip" said B as we drove away.



and after I told him S in London wrote:

sao paulo is such a strange place - the fear is palpable and material, producing its own strange semiotic. and, unlike the US, they can't exteriorise it while they still try to live up to a notion of easygoing charming braziliastas - which they are. so odd.

& D in Brooklyn:

the gulf is a raw version of what we live here. I have always felt that brasil is the accelerated version of the new world. Ahead because it is so behind. Brazilianification of the northern world is happening as we expose our behaviors and beliefs to ourselves. still, nothing compares to the explicit irony and contradiction of the imprisoned bourgeoisie of brasil. In 1964, at the beginning of the coup d'etat that began the 25 year military dictatorship, the constitution outlined by the military leaders coined the most beautiful phrase: protect yourself from yourself.
    How perfect for homeland security...
anyways, wanted to say what's up. be good, dp


NETTLE, MEET BERLIN

Monday 05 December 2005 at 02:17 am


  ... in this action-packed post, U Mean's Dr Smear, PhD points towards d'ldable outsound we love: old Japanese tape music including sexy vocal oddity from Toru Takemitsu, and audio & data from nouveau concrete Leafcutter John, along w/ the usual overdose of mixtape rap & freakout webcode.


(Dear Leafcutter John, who i keep forgetting to make music with, is the only musician left who signed up for myspace later than me!! [I signed up last tuesday, he signed up last friday.])


collective hysteria, peer pressure, high school popularity contests made exponential, social panic attacks, crappy interface design & slow servers: Myspace is a potent manifestation of web 2.5!!  also a useful stalker tool.


but--

Berlin-dwellers!

my band Nettle plays there this Friday. At a lil' spot called Ausland, part of the improv-leaning Festival of Exiles.*


our new core lineup: Abdel Hak (violin, banjo, oud), Jenny Jones (cello, keys), Rupture (dirt, electricity), with top soundboy Matt Shadetek handling the EQs and live mix to make sure our delicate & high-volume mistakes leave the speakers intact.


  *"the idea of a mobile and transitory festival of course is to reflect the nature of most radical contemporary music and the living situation of most experimental and creative musicians working today..."

Three years ago Nettle was mostly my solo proj, & it sounded like this, at least for 4 minutes and 3 seconds one day when the machine was taping.


                    Nettle - Gut


or abrasive beat-ridden this


                  Nettle - Duende


now we sound different. finishing up an album for proof...

several more (mislabeled) Nettle mp3s can be found at theAgriculture

SOUL RUPTURE & STATEN ISLAND FIGHT SONG

Friday 02 December 2005 at 5:49 pm


    ¡que fuerte!

  the Jace + Nancy + Miguel 12" on Soul Jazz just entered into the buyable world!! remixes of the Sister Nancy tune from my 2004 album Special Gunpowder.




keep an ear out for my "reggaeton mix" with vox by Pe Ere. Kinda like the happiest song i've ever made, unless you can understand his Spanish, at which point you'll realize that the very talented Nicaraguan L.A. dweller Pe Ere is on some heavy-but-not-annoying urban geopolitical realness tip that doesn't interfere with his delivery or flow.


         *           *           *


RZA wipes angel dust off the sampler and stares into his computer monitor. Star simulation screensaver. He thinks about sticky rope. What was that that Mingus was playing with? Maybe it was a bundle of cotton that looked like rope. Whatever it was he could rip it so easily. He was strong... but it was sticky, wasn't it?


White wife and a shotgun in the studio. Life isn't funny, it's true, and great people get evicted. Can you clean computer screens with Windex? Can you drink Windex? Where's my damn cellphone? How old would Mingus be if people didn't die? Maybe it was rope-looking type wax & age wouldn't matter so much. He's gone and we can't ever ask him anything.

       We can only listen around the corners:


                      Charles Mingus – II BS (the RZA's Mingus bounce remix)


 from new comp Impulsive!: "revolutionary jazz neutered and spayed"


These ears find 'jazzy' hiphop unlistenable, and the idea of beat people remixing jazz is even scarier -- DJ Dolores gave me this (he's on it, cool), and apart from the few tracks he recommended, I'm afraid to listen to the entire thing. Like deep-frying the leftovers from a 5-star restaurant.

But the RZA takes a wide angle approach to structure here-- namely by breaking it repeatedly with a logic whose studied bentness shines; the hard, unexplained cut; jazz, insofar as an unsimplifiable push towards freedom.


& y'all heard Sub Crazy, right? Magick warrior monk mister RZA's production for Method Man. Dusted, kick-free subwoofer love sunless hiphop, snare syruped in dub echoes, from Method's 1994 album Tical:


                         
Method Man - Sub Crazy (produced by the RZA)