Seun Kuti, the youngest son of Afrobeat legend and African music icon Fela Kuti continues to draw from the deep well of his father’s music while forging his own path in the 21st century. He returns with his fourth album, Black Times, which is in stores today. The album features appearances from Carlos Santana, Robert Glasper, and others.
Seun Kuti has carried the did mantle of his father and his father’s music since 1997 when Fela passed away and he inherited his band as a 14-year-old. Egypt 80 was originally known as Egypt 70 and appeared on many of Fela’s most important works.
Though Seun maintains his father’s band and has the same understanding of the role of music in addressing injustice in the world as the famed musical revolutionary, he is clearly living in this century. As with his previous album, A Long Way To The Beginning which was released three years ago, Black Times was co-produced by the Grammy-winning jazz pianist Robert Glasper.
“I clearly remember the first vinyl record purchase I made.”
“I had just graduated high school and wasn’t what I would call a ‘music aficionado’ by any means. It took a friend of mine dragging me to Criminal Records in Atlanta, GA, to show me what it was all about. He was a music nerd–the guy with a terabyte or so of music saved to multiple hard drives at his house. He became my music liaison; he knew my tastes and helped me extrapolate beyond them and find new music that I’d be interested in. So, what records did I walk out of the store with that day? Album by Girls and the National’s High Violet. Both are responsible for shaping my tastes, and both are still in heavy rotation today. In fact, I think I’ll go put them on right now.
I lived in Athens, GA, for seven years, and would constantly kill time thumbing through the collections at Wuxtry and Low Yo Yo. Those two hold a special place in my heart, as I cut my teeth as a musician in Athens. The folks who worked there were all musicians and they were all super inclusive and supportive of the local scene, which is something that tips me off as to whether a certain store is worth spending your time and money in. Are you getting the High Fidelity treatment or do you feel welcome? Record stores are by their nature (maybe not the Amoebas of the world) small businesses that survive by serving the local community. It should feel like a local coffee shop, not a Starbucks. Also, I’m obligated to mention that Peter Buck worked at Wuxtry back in the day. Doesn’t get any more gangster than that.
I’m listening to The Best of Bread, and if I get any more mellow I’ll be urine.
It’s easy to mock the anodyne sounds of soft rock avatars Bread; easy enough, for example, to point out that like their name their music is white, bland, and utterly lacking in nutritional value.
But what you gotta understand about David Gates and Company is that come the bitter end of the sixties and the turn of the seventies, when America’s once idealistic and optimistic young longhairs were ready to assume the collective fetal position in the face of such shattering “happenings” as Altamont, the Manson killings, Kent State, savage acid trips, and the Vietnam War, Bread was there like a giant aural Quaalude to calm their frazzled nerve endings. If the Age of Aquarius had become a grim joke and America one big lunatic asylum, soft rock bands like Bread were the music being piped through the nationwide hi-fi to sedate the inmates. You could pull Bread up to your neck like a snug childhood blankie and HIDE.
In short, Bread provided an important mental health service and may even have saved lives, and who am I to gainsay a bunch of American heroes? Sure, they constituted a craven retreat from social engagement or even leaving your apartment, but what with all the evil hoodoo going down in the streets, who wanted to leave their apartments anyway? A National Guardsman could shoot you! Or a Weathermen bomb could blow you sky-high! Better to say to hell with it all and sing along to “It Don’t Matter to Me,” which is a pretty good song and might as well have been the National Anthem of the New “I Give Up” Generation.
Vinyl records hit Broadway in Elk City: What is old is new again when it comes to music or even in the delivery system. Vinyl records have found their way back in popularity with young and older listeners. Elk City’s Brady Butcher has opened BTB’s Records and Rarities on Broadway just off of Main Street, offering both vintage and new vinyl choices. Butcher owns and operates Carrol’s Shoe Corner. He was looking to add something new and different to Elk City. As a result, he turned a storage room around the corner from the shoe shop into the record store. “I love music and wanted to bring something new and different to western Oklahoma. There is something for everyone, people that come in are from junior high kids to people in their 80’s…”
An Old Music Style Becomes New: Records: Good Records NYC, located on E 5th Street., was founded in 2005. The store is marked by simple window text reading, “Records.” Inside, there are vintage records from the 1950s, as well as ones from current artists. The selection is tastefully eclectic, with genres ranging from jazz to rap. You can check out the kind of music they enjoy both in store and online, where they’ve put together some awesome music mixes. Good Records has an ever-changing collection, as they buy used records and put them out daily. If you’re interested in selling your records and related equipment, Good Records has a buyer in store almost every day. They will buy everything from vintage turntables to music paraphernalia such as posters or album artwork.
You Can Now Listen To An Audiobook On Vinyl: As of yesterday, one publisher is offering its audiobooks on vinyl. Hachette Book Group’s Hachette Audio has launched a series of audiobooks made available on the format, starting with This is Water by David Foster Wallace, in partnership with Wax Audio Group. The series, which will see the publication of several books as audiobook files accompanied by these vinyl editions, is set to run through 2018, according to Billboard. Other titles include Hamilton: The Revolution, The Art of Asking: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Let People Help, Jerry on Jerry: The Unpublished Jerry Garcia Interviews, and Lonely Boy: Tales From a Sex Pistol.
Bathurst’s Record, CD and Vintage Fair, 2018: No longer on the outer, vinyl will continue its comeback with the greatest hits at Bathurst Showground. The annual Record, CD and Vintage Fair is on this Sunday with all music lovers invited along for the party. Fair co-ordinator Jon Ordon said the event will feature tens of thousands of music items. “It provides top quality records and CDs for the Central West that people wouldn’t have access to,” he said. “There will be cool collectibles and dealers offloading records as well.” Mr Ordon said many music lovers prefer to listen to vinyl because of the different sound it produces. “You actually get a much better sound, especially for analogue music…”
You don’t have to watch Adult Swim or be a fan of their TV show Mr. Pickles to know that with Exodus and Municipal Waste sharing a bill, the result is going to be “Thrashtacular.” Well that’s precisely what Sunday’s show at San Francisco’s Regency Ballroom shaped up to be.
The crowd initially seemed slow to gather but by the time openers Hell Fire wrapped their set, the Regency was pushing capacity and people were ready for some action. Enter Municipal Waste who proceeded to absolutely blow the roof off the Regency with their tongue-in-cheek brand of Virginia thrash that had the floor spinning and two hapless security guards fielding the unending flow of crowd surfers. Front man Tony Forresta reveled in the chaos, expressing admiration for the young hasher who managed to dodge security to stage dive at least a half-dozen times.
Let’s face it, the average age of Exodus and their fans exceeds that of Municipal Waste fans by at least a decade and a half (and that’s being generous). Coming out of the haze from Municipal Waste’s set, it was hard to imagine that Exodus and their crowd could deliver similarly. If that’s what you thought, you could not have been more wrong.
(Editor’s note- order of bands has switched) In a stroke of luck for New Orleans music lovers, two of the most acclaimed Latin bands in the United States arrive in the Crescent City for a show at the Hi Ho Lounge on Friday, March 2. Orkestra Mendoza and Las Cafeteras are on a national theater tour and suddenly had a free night. Shows on the rest of the tour have been in theaters including performances at the Manship Theater in Baton Rouge, so this is a chance to see these acts in an intimate setting.
Singer and guitarist Sergio Mendoza founded Orkestra Mendoza in 2009 as a one-off tribute to the Cuban mambo king Pérez Prado. The band, which is from Tucson, Arizona, calls their sound “indie mambo” and plays an amalgamation of Latin styles including mambo, ranchera, and cumbia with a healthy dose of psychedelia and rock ‘n’ roll. The group includes Sean Rogers on bass and vocals, Jaime Peters on drums, Marco Rosano on keys and saxophone, Brian Lopez on guitar and vocals, and Quetzal Guerrero on violin and vocals.
Though based in Tucson, Mendoza grew up straddling the United States-Mexican border in Nogales, Arizona and Nogales, Sonora. While the music of Orkestra Mendoza comes across as a high-energy dance band, Mendoza is well aware of the current political climate and the demonization of Mexicans. Yet, his mission is to allow audiences to forget about politics and institutional racism and just dance.
Rachael Yamagata’s first steady music gig was as part of the Chicago funk band Bumpus, back when she was a student at Northwestern. But in 2001, she decided to follow the singer-songwriter muse that she’d been following since she was a kid growing up in the greater Washington, DC area.
Almost instantly her first solo album, the 2004 Happenstance connected with fans, particularly after some of its songs were picked up on shows like Alias and The O.C. Her second album Elephants in 2008 rocked a bit more and still found songs landing on TV shows even as artists including Ryan Adams, Conor Oberst, Rhett Miller, and Ray LaMontagne got her to open shows.
Of her recent works, the title of her 2011 Chesapeake recalled her mid-Atlantic roots; her most recent is the 2016 Tightrope Walker. She’s been touring almost constantly since then, most recently as a solo artist. Yamagata, 40, spoke one recent afternoon from Asheville, NC where it was unseasonably warm. “It’s 75 degrees, which is crazy,” she said. “So, I’m very excited.”
So, you’re out on a solo tour?
It is. I’m calling it my big road trip. Basically it’s been solo and I’ve been meeting up with different friends and artists around the country and they’ve been opening handfuls of shows, and then I move on—planes, trains, and automobiles. It’s actually kind of fun. I’m having a great time.
I guess your music pretty easily translates to playing it solo, right?
I didn’t know what to expect. I didn’t know if it would be too dark or require too much attention, but it worked out great. I spent a lot of time preparing the setlist. I’m using projectors, I’ve got kind of a video element that’s supplementing the songs and the set.
But yeah, the music, it does lend itself to a really intimate connection with the audience. I’ve had fan requests for a long time for me to do something like this and so far, so good. Everybody’s loving it. It’s like its own unique experience, for sure.
Are you learning new things about the songs by playing them solo? Are you approaching the songs in a different way?
I did. Because I’m solo, certain songs make more sense as less rock guitar and more piano ballad. Or vice versa. I always like to change the arrangements anyway and find a new way of presenting something on a record, just to make a different experience of a live show, but particularly with this tour, there are certain songs I’ve taken to a different place because of the environment we’re creating with this particular show.
Can you give some examples, or do you just want to surprise people?
I’ll surprise people actually. Because you don’t always recognize them at first, when you change them that way and there’s always that little “aha!” moment, which I really love. So I’ll keep it on the down-low for now.
“You could call this a murder ballad.As part of a collection of songs about economics, this one is the most abstract of the bunch. Its ties to the theme are more tonal than literal, more ethereal than material.”
“I found myself preoccupied with something I had read about brokers in the midst of a financial meltdown, paralysed by fear, refusing to answer the telephone calls of clients as their investments melted away. This feeling of helplessness is universal. I wanted to translate that emotion and apply it to matters of the heart, in a place more fittingly cold, dark, and swampy. This song is all about what we don’t know, don’t see.
In economics, a perfect market can only exist when all parties have complete and accurate information. I would suggest this to be a rare or even impossible situation in any human interaction and I wanted this story to be about a world falling apart as a result of the not knowing. I don’t know the character in the song, where he is, what he’s done, just that he’s in trouble. This could be a murder ballad but I don’t even know if there’s been a murder, and I wrote the damn thing. I wanted to suggest a large and complicated canvas viewed only in short flashes by the narrow beam of a flashlight. The harsh reality of imperfect information.
Or maybe it’s just a sweet song with a badass guitar solo, it works for me either way.”
—David Ford
Part one of the TVD Record Store Club’s look at the new and reissued wax presently in stores for March, 2018.
NEW RELEASE PICKS:Steve Barton,Tall Tales and Alibis (Sleepless) Barton is known mostly as a member of (the still active) San Fran New Wave-era guitar band Translator, but he’s cut a slew of solo efforts, and this 3CD set is his latest. The main snag with Translator was unevenness brought on by commercial concerns, but Barton is unshackled by such matters here. The original idea was to release three individual albums simultaneously, though the decision to issue them together was wise, as the contrasts are complimentary. Two of the three discs are truly solo and are mostly guitar focused; Star Tonight occasionally brings Ted Leo to mind, while parts of Shattered Light give off a pre-hobo Tom Waits vibe. Before I Get Too Young features a full band, it bests any of Translator’s ’80s (non-comp) LPs. A-
Trees Speak, S/T (Cinedelic) This 2LP debuts the psych project of Daniel Martin Diaz (ex-Blind Divine and Crystal Radio), who’s veteran accompaniment includes members of Black Sun Ensemble, Giant Sand, and Myrrors. Described as a sound laboratory as much as a band, there’s a definite experimental edge to the proceedings, but it comingles with an emphasis on rock, with a high quotient ’70s Germanic. It’s safe to say that fans of The Oh Sees will find much to enjoy here, but it’s also important to note that this doesn’t fit the garage punk scenario; Trees Speak also does its thing sans vocals. The first album is loaded with shorter tracks with elements of kosmische and even a little Meddle-era Floyd in the mix, and the second spreads a long multitiered piece across two sides. The packaging is magnificent. A-
REISSUE PICKS:V/A,Voyager Golden Record (Ozma) As a young blues fan, I was utterly chuffed to learn that this ambitious project of the Voyager Interstellar Record Committee (chaired by astronomer and educator Carl Sagan), launched on a tour of the solar system via the Voyager 1 and 2 spacecrafts in 1977, included Blind Willie Johnson’s “Dark Was the Night, Cold Was the Ground.” These days, I’m far more struck by the gesture of goodwill in communication. Yes, it was assembled to, maybe, one day, be absorbed by possible lifeforms somewhere “out there,” but meanwhile, listening to its contents (which encompass so much more than music) in the here and now is a beautiful reminder that humankind is far more capable of decency and beauty than ugliness and atrocity. Let it give you a boost. A+
Sandra Bell,Net (Drawing Room) Bell’s discography stretches back to an ’84 cassette she made with fellow New Zealander Kim Blackburn, though she really caught the attention of those hungering for u-ground Kiwi sounds with ’91’s Dreams of Falling, which came out on tape through Xpressway and was cut with the contribution of Peter Jefferies. Net was its excellent ’95 follow-up, initially issued only on CD by the IMD label. Upon first listen, Bell’s voice and phrasing will likely conjure thoughts of Patti Smith, but overall, her work fits snuggly into the ’90s lo-fi/ noise milieu, with the important distinction that she’s a song-based artist, one as likely to connect with fans of early Cat Power as lovers of Dead C. This is a terrific vinylization made even better with an extra LP rounding up two of her period singles. A-
San Mateo’s best-kept secret, Vinyl Solution Records still grooving after 34 years: Hidden away on San Mateo’s West 25th Avenue, Vinyl Solution Records reveals inside musical memories from various eras. The shop’s owner has a goal, to bring “a wide selection of music to his customers and to make it affordable for their own investments.” And he does. For more than 34 years, Tommy Toonz curates a selection of vinyl, CDs, posters and other assorted music memorabilia. Toonz admits he loved music growing up, but never thought that he’d be selling it to people versus being only a customer himself. “All my life I’ve been a big music fan and I’ve never seen this as my biggest goal,” Toonz said.
Soul music plays on at DJ’s Record Shop: Jerry “DJ” West figures the half-century he’s spent running a used record store goes back to growing up in Blackshear, Ga., where he would tune in at night as disc jockey John R., a white guy many people thought was black, spun rhythm and blues all the way from Nashville, Tenn. In tiny Blackshear, that soul music was like a message from the bigger world, and it was one you did not want to miss. If you were out and about, you found John R.’s WLAC show on your transistor radio, which you stuck in your front pocket with the antennae sticking up out of it. If you were home, your father put John R. on the radio, and everyone in the house went to sleep to the music. Everywhere you went in Blackshear, it was playing. And more than five decades later, soul music is still playing inside DJ’s Record Shop, at the corner of Edison and McDuff avenues — all day long, every day but Sunday.
Vinyl prices spike along with popularity: Collectors and DJ’s never stopped loving it, but it wasn’t all that long ago that vinyl music was at death’s door as a format. That isn’t true any longer: vinyl is experiencing a major renaissance. And its popularity isn’t the only thing going up — prices are on the way up too. While some albums cost between $20 and $30, you won’t have to look hard to find vinyl that costs $50, $60 or even more than $100. “Sticker shock is real,” said Greg Tonn, owner of Into the Music. Tonn has been in the vinyl music business for 30 years. He says prices from his suppliers have been on an upswing for the past five years. “To the point now that I’m cautioning the staff not to purchase items for stock in the store that have a price point beyond the mid-thirties. And even that’s fairly expensive.”
Music lovers opens vinyl record shop: Music lover Pete Bennett will be living the dream when he opens his own vinyl record shop in Devizes on Saturday. Mr Bennett, 55, has been running Vinyl Realm as an on-line business for seven years but he is delighted that he will now be able to meet his customers face to face at his shop in Long Street. He said: “It has always been my dream to have a shop. I have had a lot of support from Ian James from Light And Sound in Devizes and I have been selling records from his shop which has helped to build up the Vinyl Realm name.” His partner Jacki Bennett, who is assistant manager at the Air Ambulance shop in Devizes, will be working with him part-time.