I’m going down, down, down to the underground…
Mexico City sewer divers
X-Ray Spex-Let’s Submerge
Opening scene of the Emir Kusturica film Underground
I’m going down, down, down to the underground…
Mexico City sewer divers
X-Ray Spex-Let’s Submerge
Opening scene of the Emir Kusturica film Underground
Gold Panda – You
The journey to his current illuminated standings has been long and intermittently strange. Having spent downtime behind the counters of various establishments of ill repute – finding out that record stores and adult stores are no less seedier than each other. GP consolidated the rest of his hours creating archives of electronic music; each track different from the other, incorporating multitudes of styles and disparate influences and obscure samples and base material.
Pantha du Prince – Lay in a Shimmer
Hala Strana – Stouthreif
Some might remember this song from a compilation I made a few years ago. Hala Strana is a project of Steven R. Smith. He traveled around Eastern Europe recording Roma/Gypsy musicians and used these recordings as a basis for this musical project. This song is (what’s the word?) sublime.
An old favorite showcasing some of Mexico’s finest folk dances.
Stan Getz and Charlie Byrd – Samba Triste
A song which has come to represent an introduction to new worlds, youth, late nights, curiosity and discovery. A soundtrack for a wonderful part of my life. It remains one of my all time favorites.
Sofi Marinova – Lubovni Dumi (Love words)
I’ve discussed Chalga a few times on this blog. It’s one of my musical guilty pleasures. The music is crass, perverted and has become the gooey pop stuff of Bulgarian airwaves. At one time though, Chlaga was known as the Gypsy peoples’ music, traditional with a bit of modern kick. Lots of the newer Chalga is smashed together with American soul sounding runs, reggaeton and hip-hop. And like the genres it emulates, it’s all covered with that characteristic over-produced glossy sheen that somebody, somewhere finds appealing.
In the quest for new sounds to mix with, this Chalga song has moved into a musical sphere that one can proudly listen to with the windows down in the car. It’s a stripped down, old skool bumpin’ beat layered over with a Greek folk tune –Tha Spaso Koupes– plaintively sung by one of Bulgaria’s top pop artists, Sofi Marinova. Add to that some real Gypsy sounding Balkan brass and you got my choice for video of the week!
Eleftheria Arvanitaki – Tha Spaso Koupes
The original Tha Spaso Koupes
BBC’s take on Chalga.
An American in Bulgaria discusses Chalga clubs.
Margaret Barry-My Lagan Love
In honor of San Patricio Day, a beautiful rendition of My Lagan Love by Margaret Barry, a favorite interpreter of traditional Irish tunes. Her love of music and the spirit it contains probably was influenced by her Traveller background. In the UK, Travellers are also known as Gypsies and there is a historical and cultural connection to Gypsies in other parts of Europe.
A little on Margaret Barry:
Margaret Barry 1917-1989
By Ronan Nolan
THE raw, uncompromising voice of the street singer had to carry above the noisy chatter of the fair or football crowd. Ballad singer Margaret Barry rarely failed to gain attention with her gutsy voice, pronounced Cork accent and simple banjo accompaniment.
She was born in Peter Street, Cork, in 1917, into a family of travellers. Her grandfather, Bob Thompson, was an accomplished uilleann piper who had won the first Feis Ceoil in Dublin in 1897 and again in 1898 in Belfast. Both her parents and uncles were street musicians. She taught herself to play the five-string banjo and could also play the fiddle.
From the Rambling House website.
You can also hear one of my favorite Margaret Barry tunes here, from my previous post on the San Patricio Battalion.
Margaret Barry-The Turfman from Ardee
Minh Oi (My Honey) – Cam Ly
A few weeks ago, I was home sick and exploring all the new non-English HD stations. I spent a good long time flipping between Korean cooking shows, Armenian commercials and Asian soap operas. One Vietnamese soap opera in particular attracted my full attention. I was pulled in by the tropical setting, the dramatic tension and then, the characters began to sing. The instrumentation sounded traditional and the melodies were everything I could ask for in a song: complex, meandering, evocative. The singing plaintive and melancholy. Were they singing about bittersweet love, family members long gone or decisions made in a hurry resulting in dire consequences? It didn’t matter, I was entranced.
The next day I went back to work and asked one of my Vietnamese co-workers if she could recommend some “traditional” Vietnamese music. She explained that most popular artists sing both traditional and modern songs and it was difficult to just get a CD of one or the other. A few days later, she handed me a stack of CDs to try and I brought them home to listen. Unfortunately, most were the usual faux-American pop sounding mush with the requisite Mariah Carey style runs completing the effect. However, just as my co-worker said, there were a few more traditional sounding gems mixed in. One of these was Minh Oi by Cam Ly.
Just as I often do when I hear something new, I looked her up on Youtube and came across this amazing live performance of this gorgeous song. There is something in her eyes, I can’t quite define it, perhaps it’s sorrow but there is something in her expression and singing that goes way beyond what I would expect from a pop singer.
By the way, Vietnamese music benefits from a bit of musical philanthropy, a contribution of Indian musical influences in melody and rhythm have made my ears hungry for these alluring songs.
Another Cam Ly song as melancholy and gorgeous as the first…
Buồn Hát Lý Chá» Mong – Cẩm Ly (2/2)
This is the second part of a longer video (part one here) so I think I need to give some context to the on-going story in this video.
A sweet, young pregnant wife must take charge of the household because her jerky irresponsible husband blows all their money on his annoying gambling habit, a daily card game with his Donald Duck sounding friends. His friends are even jerkier and get him to bet more and more money, till there is none left. Despite raiding his wife’s pockets and her secret hiding places, he demands she give him the money she’d been saving for their soon-to-be-born baby. She’s like hell no, I’m already out in my boat everyday trying to rustle us up some food and now you’re gonna take my last pennies, uh-uh. Then his stupid friend is like be a man, get the money homes. And like the vice infested jerk he his, he smacks her and she’s like OK you gonna be like that, take the damn money. And off she goes in her little boat to a better life.
It’s hard though and she’s out in the jungle chop, chopping for her food. Then the baby comes and the little thing grows up so fast, she’s almost tall enough to reach the coconuts. So mom is still all badass and expresses her sorrow through the most beautiful songs. The little girl is happy but wonders, where’s pop?
Well, pop is fresh outta money and gets his thrill through vicarious gambling voyeurism but his swindling, no-good friends are sick of his metiche ways and shun him. Then pop, blubbering and retrospective, gets some kinda revelation. Off he wanders, like a walking palapa hut regretting his poor jerky choices in life and pining for the beautiful wife and child he left behind. Will they ever forgive him?
In a tears from heaven scene he comes across them, and the real treasures of life become very apparent. In a tense last second happy ending, his daughter accepts him with a forgiving greeting…but does his wife?
I love this song!