smoggy mountain high.

another one dan brought home the other day. holy fuck dudes, this is so good. maybe my favorite hancock album. this came out right after manchild, so full of beautiful lush jazz funk. & ray parker on geetar. just look at that fucking cover... cool as a goddamn cucumber. this is meant to be played loud on sunny days.

days move into years.

private press record from 1970 of a beautiful british folk rock band. sounds as if stuart murdoch fronted the free design in new mexico. haunted pastorale pop perfect for midnight drives down deserted highways.

yr on my mind.

so my hausmate brought this home the other night & we got stoned & jammed it for a while, just having our minds blown by the heady jams. then i found out that one of the brothers passed away on sunday, the same day we played it. in memory, i wanted to share this gem with y'all. arranged & produced by quincy jones, so full of lush orchestral funk. & of course y'all have heard strawberry letter 23 before. rip dude.

don't call this a comeback.

just keeping this real casual, nothing too serious. i bought this tape yesterday & knew i had share this gem with y'all. this is the fucking bees knees. tomita plays holst's the planets on all of these beautiful synths. just absolutely gorgeous.

Let my people stay

Hey fellas. Before start ripping my vinyl -- been trying to figure out how isolate my set from radio interference, it's driving me nuts --, I'll share some CD rips I've found scattered around my HDD and the webverse.

Ripped by my yoga instructor's request (lol), this album is a collection of songs passed on and sung by members of the Guarani people, probably the largest indigenous group in Brazil (also extending to other countries). While I'm not exactly up to date with USA's politics on native people, I can guarantee Brazil's probably way worse. Recent examples are the construction of a giant hydro plant complex inside an Indian reserve and the perpetual slaughter of indigenous leaders by big farmers and such. Depressing shit, really.

Well, about the album, is entirely sung by the Guarani (it's also the language's name) children of many different tribes; kinda akin to the Wulu Bunun record I've posted some time ago, though as not as sophisticated in production. Very nice tunes with minimum instrumentation, and another important glimpse of an endangered culture.


pw: spooked


ps.: this is the 1st CD. If anyone wants part 2, just message me. Or better yet, get it at iTunes

Kurosawa's Dreams funeral in the village

Hey friends. Like most of you, I was taken aback with jefe's departure -- even though we remain in touch every now and then --, but it was nice seeing many new hidden supporters. Even if doesn't look so, I'm still devoted in keeping the blog warm for his return (counting on it).

And the good news is I've finally been able to set up a minimal vinyl rip rig, thus also encouraging me to buy more. There are still some details to take care of, though. Meanwhile, here's a gem from the great Zipagu's defunct archive.

Miya Masaoka is one of those crazy Japanese gals with a taste for avant -- eg laser kotos, skin-crawling insects, etc. This album, however, while conservative in shape (a bass / drums / koto trio playing some Monk), is a deep exploration in subtlety and constraint.

(192kbps, sorry!)

pw: spooked