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Peligrosa down in Texas – tribal guaracherodubstep world headquarters, plus barbecue sauce. Red like hot like fire.

A surefire 3ball hit, from every direction:

[audio: (Orion Guarachero Edit).mp3]

Magnetic Man – Mad (Orion Guarachero Edit)

And one with duppified cut ups:

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16 Bit vs DJ Leo – Jump Guarachero (Orion Guarchero Edit)

both heaters are from DJ Orion’s free Animus EP. Whose title references Carl Jung.

Orion believes in generosity and we all benefit. Around this time last year he stopped by my radio show for a live mix. Orion’s Mad edit is a treat — muchacho loco! It accentuates and extends everything that’s joyous about the original (below) while removing all the trudge.



Seems to me like a nice route through tonight is to begin by catching Sharifa Rhodes-Pitts reading from her new book at the New School [UPDATE: THE NEW SCHOOL IS CLOSED TODAY DUE TO SNOW, READING POSTPONED] and then make our collective way over to Made in Africa — whose special guest DJ, Akwaaba’s BBrave, will stop by next Monday‘s radio show.

Harlem Is Nowhere (the book: excerpt) is out now, two weeks after my Domus mixtape appeared. The New York Times reviewer read her work & couldn’t help but hear music (Auto-Tune no less!):

It reads, in fact, as if Ms. Rhodes-Pitts had taken W. E. B. Du Bois’s “Souls of Black Folk” and Maya Angelou’s “I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings” and spliced them together and remixed them, adding bass, Auto-Tuned vocals, acoustic breaks, samples (street sounds, newsreel snippets, her own whispered confessions) and had rapped over the whole flickering collage. It makes a startling and alive sound, one you cock your head at an angle to hear.

Here’s a breakout jam from my Harlem Is Nowhere mixtape. The beat is an exclusive from Timeblind, low-slung, spacious, holding momenum in one hand and stillness in the other. Sharifa and I read excerpts from the 1941 edition of Rajah Rabo’s 5-Star Mutuel Dream book.


This incredible publication listed pages and pages of things you might see, with accompanying 3-digit lottery numbers to bet on if you saw them. The lottery dream book simultaneously quantifies the mundane and wires it into a complex system of hope and mysticism, all with an eye on the money. Money the only thing that moves around a city faster or more completely than its number runners. Illegal uptown gambling created this fantastic by-product, these lean little snapshots of life on the street. This was Rajah Rabo’s landscape of possibilities. And so we receive a strange vision of what one might have seen, seventy years back. In many ways the quotidian is the rarest of all. The thing that gets lost first. So we read it. So we say it.


DJ Rupture, Sharifa Rhodes-Pitts, Timeblind – Rajah Rabo’s 5-Star Mutuel Dream Book


Last but not least: if you are reading this and own or have access to a yacht, please let me know. We’ll only need to borrow it for a month or two. Thanks!



I harbor (esoteric?) theories regarding Tunisian music, drum loops, and repetition… But we’ll save those for later. For now, two enormously popular Tunisian songs, sent by Mudd Up! listener Emily months ago.

[audio: Douga.mp3]


“douga” is an onomatopoeic word for the sound of knocking on the door, so “douga douga douga, hata bab el dar,” means a knocking at the door. then the rest is kinda blurry to me now… he also says “ya rabbi” a lot, the most common tunisian exclamation ever, “oh my god.”

[audio: 5ayna.mp3]

Achref – Khayna

achref! do you know him already? this song “khayna” was always blasting in the popular markets in tunis. I’ve heard it so much it’s gotten to a point where I can’t even judge it as a song anymore. it’s just atmosphere.

KEYWORDS: mezoued, jasmine, autotune


It is a good thing, we discovered last night, to begin and end with mister Arthur Russell. Hard to go wrong in a a loose and loving space. Along the way: Ghanian hiplife in preparation for next week’s guest, Chicagoan footwork sold to Americans by the Brits, the Bronx’s own Colombian low-end king Jorge Meza, Caroline Bergvall reading Dante, and and (aka always more).

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tracklist: Continue reading ALL-BOY ALL-GIRL


Thanks to everyone who came to Zebulon and helped make last night special! Right before Nettle played I DJed a half-hour of Maghrebi material. Stuff like this, but slower:

[audio: Dirilih Tilifoun.mp3]
Sawamit – Dirilih Tilifoun

from the excellent album Chaâbiya, only $6 at eMusic!
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Sawamit – Aicha Ya Lalla

and this

Hafida – track 1 (Fassiphone CD).
This Berber singer was first mentioned on Mudd Up! here.

and this

Soiree Live -Zoubida (La Caravane du Rif)


BREAKING NEWS: Paris-born, L.A./Ghana-based Benjamin Lebrave (aka Bbrave), founder of Akwaaba Music is extending his NYC stay to join us on Mudd Up! radio. Monday January 31st, you can tune in to WFMU from 7-8pm to hear Benjamin play music from his fast-growing label dedicated to African music and discuss his approach, which is refreshingly low on old-school music biz costs and high on context. As he writes:

Akwaaba is dedicated to African music and pop culture. We started Akwaaba because we found it way too difficult to access the music of Africa today. There is no reason for it to be so difficult: there are zillions of new sounds pouring out of thousands of digital studios, all over the continent. And sharing and selling this music is pretty straight forward with this whole internet thing.

Not only is our goal to make this music accessible, we also want to show where it’s from, show who made it, and make sure the people behind the music actually make some money from it: too often, even when the music is available online, the original artists are completely left out.

I’ve spent time with Benjamin in San Fran and Europe, and he’s always got incredible new tunes and a fresh take on what the music industry should be doing in 2011. The fact that he speaks four languages and has traveled widely across Africa gives him a particularly well-informed outlook.

For a quick intro to Akwaaba’s sounds, here’s DJ Zhao’s Akwaaba Music 2 Year Anniversary Supermix:Djzhao – ChopChop Akwaaba Supermix by Akwaaba Music


Nettle is a band I started in Barcelona which knows nothing if not change. This spring we will release an album — a soundtrack to a remake of The Shining, set in Dubai — on a label I’ve admired for awhile. (details soon…)

This Thursday we’re playing a free show at Zebulon in Williamsburg. It’s an intimate space where you can come get close to our strange music. There will be a little bit of singing and 100% no guitars. We use old instruments made from trees (Lindsay’s violin, Brent’s cello, Bill’s bendir frames), and homebrew digital tools (Sufi plug-ins, #mudd) and if you like to listen then this is your night. Icing on the cake: Lamin Fofana will DJ throughout the evening.


A laptop hemorrhage left me flustered and spectacularly unprepared for last night’s radio show, but these things have a way of working themselves out. We are all listeners.

you can subscribe to the Mudd Up! podcast for downloadable versions, issued a week after FM broadcast: , Mudd Up! RSS. Also useful: WFMU’s free iPhone app. We also have a version for Android (search for “WFMU” in the marketplace).

tracklist: Continue reading CORRUPTED ARCHIVES


I just finished a new hour-long mixtape, made with writer Sharifa Rhodes-Pitts and inspired by the sounds of Harlem. The project is the second edition of the Cities Mixtape series by Milan-based DOMUS, a magazine focusing on design, architecture and urbanism. This mix is titled “Harlem Is Nowhere”, after Sharifa’s new book which, in turn, borrows the phrase from a 1948 essay by Ralph Ellison. You can stream or download the mix here, and read our write-up, which begins:

Once, a group of tourists were asked what came to mind when they heard the word “Harlem”: some said “music” and the others said “riots.” The connection between the two is a story for another time. This Harlem mixtape is born of our own free associations: For Rupture, Francophone songs sold by scowling Africans along 116th, or old soul and R&B memories being hawked alongside the now-thing bootlegs across 125th; for Sharifa, church sounds tumbling onto the streets and distorted strains of jazz heard from a boombox carted around by a wandering neighbor.