Nine gigs in ten days mean much delicious realtime & a certain healthy neglect of the Matrix aka Mr + Mrs Internet. This trip began with Mexican riches (edible) in Sunset Park followed by a car service ride where my Ecuadorian driver introduced me, musically, to Polibio Mayorga. He lent me the disc, I will return it. Certain types of objects, experiencing them, turn you into caretakers of the object.
Polibio Mayorga â€“ MuddUnknown (unlabeled cd-r from cab driver)
The sweet recklessness of a nationally famous composer/accordionist who has learned to rejoice in the fact that he can make his music on a synthesizer keyboard, all by himself, playing every part on his own. No, it’s not that simple…
But something about his melodic sensibilities I find extremely compelling, plus the weird keyboard settings, the way the guitary-string chords swoop in like a proletarian harp, the gnawa-esque hi-hats on certain songs, the lyrics which enter fragmentary like dub, the organ schmaltz, the confidence, and so on.
â€œComo se llama este tipo de musica?â€
â€œI guess you would have to call it… musica nacional de Ecuadorâ€ he said, our conversation in Spanish a bit difficult for me to understand â€“ in every new world the language that comes to it forks.