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January 12, 2009

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The Wrestler starring Mickey Rourke

Best Of The New Releases & Reissues Of 2008

Posted by Gomez Comes Alive!, January 11, 2009 11:59pm | Post a Comment

New Releases:
ZZK Sound-
Cumbia Digital
Nortec Collective Present: Bostish & Fussible-
Tijuana Sound Machine
Bronx River Parkway-
San Sebastian 152
El Guincho-
Alegranza!
James Pants-
Welcome
Calle 13-
Los De Atras Vienen Conmingo
Chancha Via Circuito-
Rodante
Ocote Soul Sound-
The Alchemist Manifesto
Un Dia-
Juana Molina
Terakaft-Ahk Issudar
Al Green-Lay It Down

Saul Williams- The Inevitable Rise and Liberation of NiggyTardust!

Nomo-Ghost Rock
Toumast-Ishumar
Q-Tip-The Renaissance
Sidestepper- The Buena Vibra Sound System
Jesus Pagan Y Su Orquesta- Salsa De La Mata - From The Roots
Beatconductor-Brand New Second Hand
Afronaut Y Amigos -Presentan Hecho En Casa Part 1

Reissues:

V/A-Dancehall:The Rise Of Jamaican Dancehall Culture
V/A- Nig
erian Special, Nigeria Disco Funk Special &
Nigerian Rock Special
Orchestre Poly Ritmo-Vol. 1 Vodoun Effect
V/A-Salsa Dura Show
V/A-African Scream Contest
Juaneco Y Su Combo-Masters Of Chicha Vol.1
Senor Coconut-El Baile Aleman

Calypsoul 70: Caribbean Soul & Calypso Crossover 1969-1979
Funky Nassau: The Compass Point Story 1980-1986
Tabaco Y Sus Metales-Grandes Exitos
V/A-Latin Funk "El B
arrio" ( Nu Yorican Funk 1968-76)
V/A-Melenudos
Tito Puente- The Complete 78s Volume 1&2 1949-55
MAG All Stars: The Best Peruvian Orchestras Of The 50's & 60's
Candido Y Su Movimiento-Palos De Fuego


Sh*t I Slept On

Posted by Gomez Comes Alive!, January 11, 2009 11:15pm | Post a Comment
People tell me I have good taste in music. I have to disagree with them. It’s not that I’m humble, because I’m not, it’s that I’m a natural-born skeptic and my cynicism gets the best of me, especially with music. Most people can like a band, song or album instantly. I have to scrutinize it until I see everything that is wrong with music before I see what is right. This is especially true when I see an artist perform live without knowing anything about them. Without having the knowledge of an artist’s music beforehand, I’ve denounced many artists that later on I've found myself loving. Here are a few of my worst blunders, in no order.

Latryx @ The House Of Blues (1996)

I went to check out DJ Shadow, who was opening for Jeru The Damaja & De La Soul. When the curtains opened, Lateef The Truth Speaker & Lyrics Born, otherwise known as Latrx, came out, rapping simultaneously with two different rhymes. I thought, “What is this weak shit?’ The truth was I just wanted Shadow to do his Endtroducing jams and I wasn’t in the mood to hear anything new. I remember some kid in the audience scolding the L.A. crowd after their lackadaisical response to the group’s performance. “Yo kids, ya’ll sleeping on them!” A year later I couldn’t put the Latyx CD down, as well as the Blackalicous e.p. I guess I was sleeping.


Bikini Kill
@ Jabberjaw (1992)

L.A. was the home of The Runaways, The Go-Go’s, The Bangles, L7 and Hole. Frightwig, The Mudwimin, and Tribe 8, and Spitboy from The Bay area played in Los Angeles years before the arrival of the Riot Girl movement. So what was the big deal about Bikini Kill? Most people at the show were there to antagonize them for their outspokenness. We also had to suffer through one of the worst opening bands in the history of music, a short-lived band called Pussy Willow, who droned and wailed for more than an hour. The show was just a back and forth with the audience, who tried hard to break the spirit of the group. The show ended with the band exhausted and in tears. It was like seeing the Sex Pistols in Texas on their first tour. Since I really didn’t know their music at the time, I lost out on Bikini Kill's barrage of Black Flag licks with Exene meets Poly Styrene vocals. To top it off, the band wrote best punk songs to come out of the 90’s...in retrospect, of course.

Helios Creed
@ Raji’s (1990)

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Serge in Paris

Posted by Whitmore, January 11, 2009 08:59pm | Post a Comment

There are four major cemeteries in Paris, and each has their big name resident bringing tens of thousand of visitors each year. The largest cemetery is in the eastern part of Paris, Pere-Lachaise, and the biggest draw there is probably Jim Morrison, Isadora Duncan, Oscar Wilde and Chopin. In the north, the 18th arrondissement section of the city is Montmartre Cemetery where the great dancer Vaslav Nijinsky is buried and the "Beethoven of the Guitar" Fernando Sor. Passy Cemetery in the 16th arrondissement is where Claude Debussy is interred and, for you silent movie buffs, Pearl White, the star of The Perils of Pauline serial. And finally there is the Montparnasse Cemetery in the south. There you can find the graves of playwrights Samuel Beckett and Eugène Ionesco, Dadaists Man Ray and Tristan Tzara and probably the most visited and garlanded grave in all of Paris: Serge Gainsbourg. His grave site is forever covered in flowers, cigarettes, metro tickets, personal notes and odd little objects that derive their significance from his lyrics. Earlier this week we spent two nights in our favorite fleabag-Henry Miller-down and out kind of hotel around the corner from Montparnasse. I stopped by one morning in the snow, said hello to Serge, took a couple of pictures and had a very respectful snowball fight with my son. This may sound more macabre then intended, but there’s nothing like a cemetery blanketed in snow.


Snowman in Paris

Posted by Whitmore, January 11, 2009 08:19am | Post a Comment

I’m back in Los Angeles and it’s sunny and warm. I’m overjoyed -- and somewhat warped, yes -- knowing that those are my dirty dishes in the sink and that’s my cat box that needs cleaning. I understand most of what I hear on television. And except for a dream that was apparently about the 1919 Flu pandemic (who knows where that came from?), the rediscovery of sleep in my own bed is just short of a mystical experience.
 
There were two things which surprised the holy hell out of me during my two weeks in Paris. First of all, how cheap it was for a doctor to make a house call on my behalf under the French healthcare system … yeah I think I’m dying, but who isn’t … Secondly, and truly the most unusual event, was that it actually snowed in the city of Paris for the first time in years. Its not everyday your six year old son can make a snowman in Luxembourg Gardens, or throw snowballs next to Serge Gainsbourg's grave, or make snow angels alongside Boulevard du Montparnasse. The morning after I flew out of Charles de Gaulle Airport it was 16 degrees Fahrenheit in Paris. I’m not sure what the temperature was here in LA but I walked down to Albertsons in my T-shirt.
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