Long time, no see.
Spending most of my time working around music, writing about music, listening to music, on the hunt for music and thinking about music has been both gloriously hellish and hellishly glorious. I’ve definitely had to examine the paradox between the pure ecstacy and raw anguish of vacillating between passion and obsession to maintain your sanity and sense of purpose despite so many distractions and stepping stones disguised as obstacles. For me, music is the beatific vision: blinding to even gaze upon but excruciating to turn away from. So, glory hallelujah and may the jams be everlasting.
Once again the library has become a great resource for songs and artists that need to be dusted off and enjoyed again. The catalogue of genres reads like a dirty story. It is sooo perversely precise and specific that if you don’t search under the right terms or are not familiar with other genres besides the common rock, pop, soul and rap [wonder why they chose that term instead of Hip-Hop], you might think that the library only carries old copies of Seal and Paula Abdul albums. I’m starting to crack the code and the beauty of all the different tiers is mine. Tropicalista? Got it. Music from the Jovem Guarda movement? Got that, too.
I got my hands on a great compilation of some funky 70s Samba [Brazilian soul] and a few choice tracks have been on repeat for a week or so.
Que Neca E Essa – Trio Mocoto
This song is instantly infectious. There’s been little to no manipulation to the instruments in this track and I can’t tell if there’s a little effect on the vocals or if it’s just an old mic. Probably an effect. One of my favorite thing about this track is the piano. It’s the only instrument that isn’t playing the same melody over and over again during the verse. It almost sounds like it’s being improvised. Maybe my favorite thing of the entire song is the sound of the vocals during the chorus bookending the guitar’s quick time signature change. Que Bueno!
Mano Joao – Wanderlea
Kind of swanky, no? The way she delivers her vocals almost reminds me of a Brazilian Serge Gainsbourg; decent control that lets her voice be sing-songy without sounding like it’s meant for a kid. This track is a mid-tempo affair with a pretty flute and muted horns floating in and out of the track. Quality.
Cosa Nostra – Erlon Chaves
This song begins with big, bold, brassy-sounding horns and opens up into a bright intro with overlapping percussion. I’m not too wild about Chaves’ voice but the background vocals make up for it. There was no cleaning up the actual human sound of these people and I appreciate that.