Cleaning out the junk drawers in my hard drive, I found this old freestyle composite from a few years ago. The idea was that a lot of the time people start to make progress they let up on the intensity of effort. This was to sum up the notion of executing with gusto.
During a late night scour of YouTube for rare reggae recordings, this ukulele adaptation of the Wailers’ “It Hurts to Be Alone” by an unknown, vaguely European fellow presented itself. Regarding the Wailers a bit seriously and tending to disapprove most attempts to repackage or update the music, I was utterly ready to discount what I had not yet seen. This honest little video won me over. I watched it 3 times before deciding it was good and a few more before actually really loving the interpretation. It’s a reinvention that is beautiful, humble and respectful.
Lee “Scratch” Perry is the chief Upsetter. A father of funk within the reggae genre before Funk was a thing, the man personifies a bit more of the mischief and shrewdness of an otherwise spiritually (self) romanticized genre of music. I once saw him perform at the Variety Playhouse in Atlanta and the whole time he cursed the crowd and warned them/us of their/our inevitable demise as they/we cheers’d his patois disparagements, arms raised high with Pabst.
This new vinyl likeness of Perry really nails his flavor. I appreciate that the eyes don’t point in the same direction because that’s real. All of this said, I’m a fan.
Trends are fickle and shortlived by nature but trend resurgence serves to edify the most timeless of styles as perceived by later generations.
image borrowed from deadbicycles.com
Riding a bike = freedom x happiness… Seeing bike skeletons ravaged and scavenged locked to some grave post has always hit me in the gut. In my mind, I hear myself whisper “that sucks” whether it’s audible or not. As of yet I have no idea who is behind this campaign/public art but it makes me just a little more proud of Richmond that this statement is being made here and that whoever came up with it lives here.
As a visual artist I’ve always held music in some higher regard. I experience emotion through music and admire musicians as clergy or counsel. My brother is a musician and he forwarded this video to me. I immediately loved this old man because I think I understand what music does for him. I also felt immense gratitude to this woman for discovering his love of music and providing it to him.
Two very significant influencers in my own art, life, experience. It makes so much sense to know that Frost has this relationship with Marley’s music and that I might discover this connection on my birthday. I got clued to this over on Arkitip.
Though utterly lacking in festive levity, this video (posted on a friend’s Facebook page) is the most Irish experience I’ve had today. Shane MacGowan performs An Irish Airman Foresees His Death (Yeats).
“I’m a sucker for this type of thing.” I hear myself think it as I watch another beautiful video from some of the folks that produce the Sagan Series.
A whole lotta time elapsed, matter and energy shifted to form the physical history that unfolds itself to constitute my casual sense of humor about the essence of existence. I’m fascinated by our attempt to understand it through both the notions of spirit and science. The more you consider it from either side, science and spirituality are separated by an imaginary membrane: our capacity for understanding either.
Damien Jurado is a songwriter. This post might be more of a bookmark for the future to remind that his Maraqopa album is all I’ve listened to for an entire week. This one’s got staying power. The whole album is beautiful. I’ll let time tell if it’s timeless.