qualcosa cambia.

 

a nice way to start my saturday morning while enjoying some coffee & doing laundry.

 

 

love is a strange affair.

 

i listen to this album at least once a day. no matter how shitty i'm feeling, it always puts me in a better place.

exorcise this wasteland.

 

70's italian fusion for the mpcs.

 

 

never the right time.

 

 

i've been jamming the new andy stott album a whole lot, so i decided to make a screwed version of it.  feel free to pass it around :)

 

diamond dance.

 

 

who knew i needed koto shredding in my life? fans of late eighties era ryuichi sakamoto, mtume & ppu should check this one out.

ps if any of y'all are flipping samples from the records i've been posting i would love to hear them! or if yr just a musician & wanna share yr jams, drop links in the comments section.

pps including this video, this shit goes.

Happiness is GDP

 

The image of a blind Bhutanese musician playing an erhu-like bowed instrument is forever engraved in my mind. A couple of years before this dreadful pandemic, I was lucky enough to enter the Kingdom of Bhutan, and while I had no idea what to expect, I almost went nuts. Probably the most fascinating place I've ever been, in every aspect. On the musical side, it naturally shares many similarities with Nepalese music, because, Buddhism, but keeping their own thing as well.

pw: spooked

the b section of inner urge.

 

beautiful late nite ecm jazz from the 70s.

smoke through glass.

 

80's food court jazz for the flips.

No shipwreck is an island

Greetings anonymous friends and jefe/amigo Ryan. It's been ages since my last contribution here, and although I've been absent for no specific reason, it was jefe who inspired me to come back to this great club, as I've been planning to share this album since forever.

Portugal was the very first western country to ever reach Japan, which resulted in a curious and long relationship, for better or for worse. There's a famous story that Tempura was actually a Portuguese dish, changed and adapted over the centuries.

All this to say that Enka and Fado, even if not directly related, are a match as tasteful as shiso leaves with Portuguese flour drowned in boiling oil. And there's no better proof of concept than this Naomi Chiaki album, full of Fado songs translated and adapted to Japanese. What a better place to sing about the sea than on an island?

run it up.

last year i binged king of the hill & i didn't understand the hate for ole chuck mangione. i had never listened to him before, i just knew him from the show. so i finally got around to it over the summer & discovered that i'm a dum dum. what a beautiful & vibrant album of gorgeously elastic jazz. his playing reminds me of sam gendel at points, so do the smart thing & download this.
 

apartment over the peninsula.

 

sorry for the shitty res on the cover, it's the best i could find with a three second google search. anyway, this came out in the late eighties through innovative communication, & if yr into what private music was doing around this time, then this will be right up yr alley.

cold summers.

 

over 2020 all i really listened to was jazz & i got really into fusion. i know this isn't the rarest, but i listened to this a whole lot last summer.

no stress.

 

this album is so great. smooth jazz with electro elements from the mid 80s. i always spin it when i'm having a rough day & it turns it right around.

sorrel juice.

 

 

in my top five favorite albums of all time, not sure why i haven't posted this before. huge huge influence on my music, this is perfect from front to back. if yr into mid 90s lo-fi gritty southern hip hop, then this will be right up yr alley.

 

one for adderall canyonly.

 

hey there, hope y'all are staying safe & sane out there. been listening to a lot of music since the start of covid, & have been toying around with the idea of coming back. don't know how frequently i'd be posting, but would like to share some jams & reconnect with some of the folks from yesteryear (s/o flash, walking trees, owl, ghost cap & all of the rest of the pb crew & especially to buruno, reach out sometime amigo!) anyway, here is some jazz fusion from 86 recorded with a synthaxe for the mpcs.

a familiar bell rings from the other side.

don't think of this as a come back, this is just an album i've really been enjoying & i wanted to share it with y'all. jack kevorkian (yeah dr death) made this fucking tight jazz album from 1997 where he played flute & organ. heavy vince guaraldi (if you're not a humongous fan of him then you're doing something wrong) vibes abound. as a matter of fact if i didn't know & someone played this for me i would just think they were some lost charlie brown cues. not my rip, but do we even have to say that anymore now that blogs are dead?

so long & farewell.

no long paragraph about how much of a pleasure this has all been. i'll keep this real short & on brand. this is the final post of spookcity. thank you to everyone who has been here for the ride, catch y'all on the other side amigos.

music for presence.

nice house from the early 90s perfect for when yr two chugs of syrup & four gabapentin deep at midnight.

eleven thousand dreams.

of course everyone knows this one, but i'm clearing out my itunes & posting everything i had in backlog. never bad to revisit this gem.

ascending into nowhere.

i don't know how y'all feel about her, but i'm a big fan of hers, especially 70s/80s era lydia.