Wednesday, June 29
Bam Bam - Spend the Night
MP3 Desire Records, 1988

Over the years, we've gotten tiny tastes of what Björk is like when she's in working mode. Snippets of documentaries show her in the recording studio, improvising screams, turning knobs, working out lyrics that were later discarded in the studio release. There've even been "working versions" of a few songs put out as b-sides; indeed several portions of her Post album are culled from recording sessions in a Carribean island grotto. But while those releases have generally been cleaned up and then layered over with other instrumentation or noise, it wasn't until Medúlla that we really began to see the full in-progress spectrum of her songs, "Who Is It?" being the most demonstrable example. Here we have Björk almost stumbling onto her song "Submarine" in its earliest stages. The fuzzy texture of the recording is due to her use of a Dictaphone, which Richard D. James had tipped her off about some years earlier; now she takes it everywhere so that she can record superimposed layers of her own vocals on the spot, without any delicate or time-consuming click-copy-paste business. The careful touching of the piano keys along with the hesitant otherworldliness of the nascent harmonies speak to the ancient "ink" that Björk has mentioned in several interview. It's as if none of the music is her own and that she need only be still and sober long enough to allow it to rise up out of her—music that was always swirling about long before civilization and agriculture and war.
While Björk employs the Dictaphone strictly as a means of capturing ideas as they break and later re-records the music in the studio, Maja Ratkje uses Dictaphone recordings of her voice as raw input for the final composition. Like Björk's Medúlla, though, Ratkje's album Voice does explore the power and possibilities of the human vocal apparatus. The work is dense and rapturous, replete with mumbling, chattering, hissing, clicking, shouting, panting, singing, laughing—every primal possibility of which the voice is capable. Ratkje extends the capabilities with digital processing, but the resultant display remains wholly organic and is never manicured into cold or precious affect.
In other news, please be sure to check out a few links I've added to the sidebar. My favorite mp3 blogs. No, it's not an exhaustive list, but that's not my job, lists (visit Tofu Hut for that. The point is that they're the best mp3 blogs with the best music. Also, under the "Friends" category, I've added Gentleman Reg, a Canadian folk-pop singer/songwriter whose new video for "The Boyfriend Song" features nightvision, flashlights, a rowdy but gorgeous tune, and a big pile of cute folks making out. Enjoy!
I was sixteen years old when I was presented with the score for David Fanshawe's African Sanctus. It was hand-written and somewhat indecipherable, mainly because of the close choral part writing and the inclusion of several other instrumental lines the likes of which I'd never seen before. I was a teenager, afterall, and I hadn't yet delved into twentieth century modern music. The idea of cueing in prerecorded music from a tape was beyond me (and sort of beyond my teacher), but this was to be accomplished if I was to gain a place in the Texas Music Educators Association All-State Choir. I wasn't able to grasp the impact of the work until I was finally onstage with a large chorus of my peers and several ethnic percussion instruments.Es riecht so gut
Pass auf, daß du nicht geschnappt wirst!
Sie sind nämlich hinter dir her,
Du alter Kiffer
Dabei geht Ihre Geschellschaft am Alkoholismus zugrunde,
Aber dich jagen sie - DICH!
Haschisch
Feinstes Kaschmir
Edelster türke afganisches Gras
Ein Plätzchen für mein Schätzchen
Cannabis in Holland
Bob Marley auf der Venus
I wanna go to Africa to the black jah rastaman
To the black culture (Heaven I, I and I, what you mean?)
I will do things like my black friends do it
Do delaomgi… holaotrihi… .cucou
Greetings from Germany
Haschisch
Feinstes Kaschmir
Edelster türke afganisches Gras
Ein Plätzchen für mein Schätzchen
Cannabis im Schwarzwald
Bob Marley auf der Venus
Was soll ich denn aber in Africa als Frau, als Frau
Wenn der schwarze Mann die schwarze Frau kastriert
AU AU Castraction
Get up, stand up for the black revolution
For the revolution of the revolution
Get up, stand up!
Look everyone. Trrill gots a podcast. According to so-and-so, "they're all the rage. It's so post-blog." Now I don't even have to use my brain to entertain (sloganeering?)! I just upload an mp3 of some song that comes up in daily conversations with my circle of crazies-for-friends (as one calls them: "whiz kids.") You can look forward to bits from transsexual synth pioneers, noise ("the new black," according to the aforementioned so-and-so), psychedelic troping, unforgivable 90's R&B "hits," and as usual, the best and worst of opera and experimental vocal.I am here, right here
Where god puts none asunder
And you, in black dress and black shoe
You do invite me under
Go on, go there
You can see me aging
Stars turn, balls burn
Coming kids are raging
Death to everyone is gonna come
And it makes hosing much more fun
Death to everyone is gonna come
And it makes hosing much more fun
La la la …
Every terrible thing is a relief
Even months on end buried in grief
Are easy light times which have to end
With the coming of your death friend
Death to everyone is gonna come
And it makes hosing much more fun
Death to everyone is gonna come
And it makes hosing much more fun
La la la…
So strap me on and raise me high
Cause buddy I'm not afraid to die
But life is long and it's tremendous
And we're glad that you're here with us
And since we know an end will come
It makes our living fun
Death to everyone is gonna come
And it makes hosing much more fun
Death to everyone is gonna come
And it makes hosing much more fun
Death to me and death to you
Tell me what else can we do die do
Death to all and death to each
Our own god-bottle s'within reach
Death to everyone is gonna come
And it makes hosing much more fun