Music

The Go-Go Museum & Café, the world’s only collection dedicated to the celebration, study and preservation of all things go-go, opens Wednesday in its birthplace, Washington, D.C.

For the uninitiated, the genre is a syncopated, drum-driven style of funk. Its distinctive sound is heavy on percussion instruments such as congas and cowbells, as well as brass horns. Go-go is often played live, where its exuberant rhythms soar. “It is a powerful expression of joy,” said Natalie Hopkinson, the museum’s chief curator, who wrote her Ph.D. dissertation about go-go. “It is an art form.”

While several bands played roles in early prototypes of the music, Chuck Brown, the “Godfather of Go-Go,” is widely credited with creating the genre in the 1970s. During a club performance with his band, The Soul Searchers, Brown reportedly had the percussion section play continuously between songs. Meanwhile, he engaged the audience in lively call and response. That groove — which goes and goes — became go-go.

A half-century later, go-go is still going. In 2020, it was designated the official music of Washington, D.C. Over the years, artists such as Brown, Rare Essence and Trouble Funk have appeared on NPR’s “Tiny Desk” concert series. Go-Go acts have also appeared at Pharrell Williams’s Something in the Water festival in Virginia, at the Kennedy Center and beyond.

Two days after his 100th birthday, Marshall Allen started recording New Dawn, his debut solo album. A member of Sun Ra’s Arkestra since 1958, Allen assumed leadership of the band in 1995. Throughout his nearly seventy-year career, Allen has never released a solo album under his own name, and yet, instead of capping such a legendary output, New Dawn seems to herald a new beginning. A love letter to spacetime, it channels a century of musical intelligence into seven tracks, showing Allen at his most protean — freely moving from relaxed, transdimensional palettes to bluesy big band and beyond.

I’ve had this one on repeat since it came out - it reminds me a bit of a modern day Maniac.

Oh, but to just dance on steel, the Sky Pulaski way.
By the fires of Elizabeth, never cease to amaze.
So hats off to the industry's casualties
Tra loo tray lay.
Oh that swamp full of grabbing hands.
Pull you under New Amsterdam.
Chinese boxes hold their secrets well.
How many are there one can never tell.

Got to get religion, they gonna join that underground church
Even the mole people got to get religion.
They gonna join that underground church.

Art class for the bourgeoisies, lab rats for the cat.
Real estate moguls, Chump Towers,
When the wind blows you can hear the windows go rat a tat rat a tat tat tat.

Jimmy Hoffa in the Meadowlands, weighing down that union man.
Grab his ankles, stevedores,
Oh how those Jets do roar.

Got to get religion, they gonna join that underground church
Even the mole people got to get religion.
They gonna join that underground church.

Oh but to just dine on sewage, cold seagull pie.
Wrestle albino alligators and spin the good lie.

Oh that swamp full of grabbing hands.
Pull you under New Amsterdam.
Chinese boxes hold their secrets well.
How many are there one can never tell.

Got to get religion, they gonna join that underground church
Even the mole people got to get religion.
They gonna join that underground church

Warning: flashing lights in video for those that are sensitive.

SOAD appreciation post:

Inevitably every February, I'm drawn to SOAD for their passionate and hard-hitting lyrics, vocals, and riffs. It's incredible to imagine how much this band has shaped my psyche over the years; their music is a constant reminder of ongoing atrocities around the world, yet for some reason, each song is a reassuring melody of steadfast solidarity and awareness of how connected we all are. I'm forever grateful for the impact their music continues to have on my life as I grow wiser to the world and myself.

Waxing poetic aside, I hope you enjoy their music as much as I do! And if you haven't heard them before, please allow me to introduce you to a band that never ceases to make me feel all the feels. Sending lots of love out to the fediverse... 🙏🏽

Daylight, I dream of you softly
I wrote you a letter that will never reach you
In Montreal, the days are much colder there
Now you grow older there without me
On the lookout, baby, won't you look out?
A car full of raccoons, I think that I'm crazy
And downtown, the bar lights illuminate
Lost in a cityscape where I try to find you

You walk like a miracle, bathing in starlight
Your voice burning holes in the frame
I danced in the parking lot, cried in the taxi home
'Cause I still remember your name

And oh, I'm not in love anymore, anymore
But I will keep you close to me forever

Moonlight, I dream of you endlessly
Drowning in reverie, waiting for morning
Dim light, I'm drunk at the bar again
Holding a stranger's hand, a crowd with no faces

And there you are, beautiful just like the first time
You reach out, I'm shaking again
You're gone in a moment, you leave me alone
But I swear you were real in my hands

And oh, I'm not in love anymore, anymore
But I will keep you close to me forever

Well, I know these words might mean nothing now
I'm stuck in this ghost town
Your softness still haunts me
Someday I'll find my way out of here
If you don't change your mind, my dear
I'll take you with me

That's a long, long line, that's outside (that's outside)
That's my hometown, sold that shit out twice (yeah, two times)
At the wrong place, at the wrong time
If I die, take my hard drive, every song you find
Put it all online, yeah

Please don't act like we were close
Don't go comment on my post
Don't send flowers to my folks
When I was livin', you were ghost

I gotta go, I don't know if I'm ready
The snow in the bag, it don't fall like confetti
It's me and my brothers, it's Ed, Edd n Eddy
Yeah, hop in the car, it's a Honda or Chevy
He charged me an arm and a leg, but whatever
As long as it get me like Mario Andretti (wow)

Sound like an awful year
All they got to offer is thoughts and prayers
Pretty fast talk, like an auctioneer
You cannot afford what it cost to care
Showed no love for the long career
Now the shows over, it's off the air
Growin' up, I never thought it'd be like this
Tryna be like Skip, I never lost a hair

Do it for the fam, fuck all the data
And for the fans, thank y'all for the latter
Everybody else, thank y'all for the chatter
(Hey batta, batta, hey batta, batta bat)
Swingin' for the fence, lookin' for a couple hits
Like a home run ball to Saturn
I felt like Marshall Mathers, when he lost a battle
But I won that war, and that's all that matters

80 proof, it's in the puddin'
Penicillin with the Hennessy
That's the taste of my own medicine
That's what makes it my remedy
They tried erasing my memory, I think that creates an identity
I think that's what makes you my enemy
But you not replacing my legacy, no, no

That's a long, long line, that's outside (that's outside)
That's my hometown, sold that shit out twice (yeah, two times)
At the wrong place, at the wrong time
If I die, take my hard drive, every song you find
Put it all online, yeah

Please don't act like we were close
Don't go comment on my post
Don't send flowers to my folks
When I was livin', you were ghost

I keep on making shit up in my head
I'm freaking out all the time
I get so sad then get so depressed
You don't know what it's like

I keep on making shit up in my head
I over-analyze my life
I get so sad then treat myself like shit
You don't know what it's like, you don't know what it's like
To be me

I keep on making shit up on the regs
I keep on making up these stories in my head
And I keep thinking that I don't have a single friend
And even though I'm always hanging out with all of them
So are you ever gonna call me now?
You only love me whеn you want me around
And then you treat mе like shit, here we go again
You don't know what it's like

I keep on making shit up in my head
I'm freaking out all the time
I get so sad then get so depressed
You don't know what it's like, you don't know what it's like

I keep on making shit up in my head
I over-analyze my life
I flip a switch and become a bitch
You don't know what it's like, you don't know what it's like
To be me

I keep on making shit up in my head
I keep on lying to myself and all my friends
And holding onto all of these stupid little resentments
And even if I have to call you out again
So are you ever gonna come around?
You only love me when you want me around
And then we pretend that life's all good again
You don't know what it's like, you don't know what it's like

I keep on making shit up in my head
I'm freaking out all the time
I get so sad then get so depressed
You don't know what it's like, you don't know what it's like

I keep on making shit up in my head
I over-analyze my life
I get so sad and then I fucking flip
You don't know what it's like, you don't know what it's like
To be me

I don't believe I've heard better beatbox than this.

I don't want to do this

I don't want to be here

I don't want to meet 'em

I don't want to listen

I don't want to do this

I built a little empire out of some crazy garbage

Called the blood of the exploited working class

But they've overcome their shyness

Now they're calling me Your Highness

And a world screams, "Kiss me, Son of God"

I destroyed a bond of friendship and respect

Between the only people left who'd even look me in the eye

Now I laugh and make a fortune

Off the same ones that I tortured

And a world screams, "Kiss me, Son of God"

I look like Jesus, so they say

But Mr. Jesus is very far away

Now you're the only one here who can tell me if it's true

That you love me and I love me

I built a little empire out of some crazy garbage

Called the blood of the exploited working class

But they've overcome their shyness

Now they're calling me Your Highness

And a world screams, "Kiss me, Son of God"

Yes a world screams, "Kiss me, Son of God"

New music video right here and an album coming out in May. Hella psyched to see it, I've been following the Daoboys for a minute 🤘.

cross-posted from: https://lemmy.ml/post/25812751

Missouri tune. Likely source

JICO fills a unique role in the world of audio equipment: They’re essentially turntable needle archaeologists, reproducing discontinued needles so that music listeners can continue using vintage record players. Though the 13 people, including Morita, who work in the company’s turntable needle division also make original models like the Kurogaki, their main job is to reverse-engineer proprietary needles that have long gone out of production. If you’ve ever replaced a needle for an old turntable you found at a garage sale, odds are you purchased one of JICO’s handmade clones.

JICO’s walls are lined with 2,000 different models of needles that they’ve recreated, but the company’s trajectory changed in 2018 thanks to one needle in particular: the Shure N-447, a discontinued favorite of hip-hop DJs, which JICO revived from the dead. This is the needle that transformed the company from a niche parts supplier to a household name in the world of vinyl DJs.

cross-posted from: https://lemmy.sdf.org/post/29214932

cross-posted from: https://lemmy.sdf.org/post/29214930

cross-posted from: https://lemmy.sdf.org/post/29214929

Sometimes love is hard, and sometimes it's still worth it.

I didn't realize how much I needed this. Here you go in case you do too. <3