July 04, 2008

Friday B-Boys

A little late on the uptake, but wanted to highlight Jeff Chang's amazing article on why Koreans are the most accomplished B-Boys in the planet.

Even for someone not familiar with the vocabulary of six-steps and one-arm freezes, Chang's descriptions of the R16 competition are clear, kinetic and spellbinding. Add in rebellion against a militarized and straightjacketing culture, the key role of 1.5ers and the timeless boy desire to kick the other boy's ass, and you have a compelling read.

The article mentions Benson Lee's recent doc Planet B-Boy (which is already on my Netflix queue but has not yet been released on video/DVD). Below is this equal parts nicely symbolic and hilarious battle along the border between North and South Korea, which he cleverly dubs "Run-DMZ."

The overhead shot of the line reminded me of the great 2000 Korean movie, Joint Security Area, which takes place (and was filmed) in the DMZ. If you want a little more, the first few minutes of the movie are here.

July 03, 2008

Vallenato tonight! VBC @ Barbès

Been going to a lot of music of late, tho not bloggin' about it. What can I say? I needed a break. I promise to be more contientious, tho do please allow me a mini-vacation to turn the critical brain off once in a while.

Vbc_flyer Coming is my overview of how this is an African summer as far as I'm concerned. In the meantime, come on out tonight to Barbès to see LA vallenato jipsters Very Be Careful, who were here last year about the same time. They'll be around all weekend, playing four gigs (plus a private party) in Bklyn, Qns & downtown Manhattan. Rupture interviewed one of the guys last week in his show.

[VBC flyer via MySpace]

July 02, 2008

Good-will hunting and sonic weapons

Brubeck_baghdad A NYT piece last week about the 1950s USIA program to have jazz musicians tour "hot spots" around the world to improve the image of the US prompted a lively email discussion among a group of friends, some frequent Sound Taste commenters.

One of the key questions was, if the govt. were to embark on a similar program today, what would it look like, given the diminished grab that jazz has?

We all agreed that hip hop is the equivalent globalized musical form that is nonetheless squarely identified with American cool. But how would it work?

Robert (aka Sovietiko) asked

Pero si es Hip Hop, que considero el mayor export de U.S.A ahora mismo, entonces quien seria?  Los que estan rapeando de to'el billete q tienen? Taria duro enviar un artista a Iran a que le diga a ellos "Pana, nadamas el reloj mio vale mas que lo que tu vas a hacer en un ano !!"
o Black Eye Peas con "mi hump, mi hump" ?

If it's hip hop, which I think is the biggest US export right now, then who would it be? The ones rapping about all the money they have? It would be rough to send an artist to Iran to rap "Son, just the watch I'm wearing is worth more than what you make in a year" or Black Eyed Peas with their "my hump, my hump."

Nas This recent piece about Nas made me think he'd be an intriguing choice.

Kiko didn't think it would work at all today.

Como intercambio cultural, cool. Pero NADA tiene ese tipo de relevancia hoy en dia. DONDEQUIERA tan haciendo jazz, rock, hip-hop, etc. Si ha de ir alguien a'pero--o por lo menos popular--el bulto se lo harian, pero de seguro ya ellos tienen su version criolla. Por ej, cuando Paul McCartney toca en Moscú, el bulto no es por el rock, sino porq el es un ex-Beatle.

As a cultural exchange, cool. But NOTHING has that sort of relevance these days. Jazz, rock, hip hop etc. is being made EVERYWHERE. If someone great -- or at least popular -- were to go, the public would love it, but surely they have their own local version. Eg, when Paul McCartney plays Moscow, the big deal is not that it's rock, but that he's an ex-Beatle.

We disagreed a bit on this point. To me, local versions do not entirely substitute for the "authenticity" still credited to, say, gangsta rap stars.

And I totally agreed with Jorge's musical osmosis via military invasion theory:

pensandolo bien, es muy posible ke esten mandando mas artistas de lo ke pensamos ya ke a estas alturas hay tropas gringas en todas partes del universo, or so it seems...

thinking it over, it's quite possible the US govt. is sending out more artists than we think, given that US troops are all over the universe, or so it seems...

Soldier_ipod American music has often been imported via military occupation (e.g. Dee Dee Ramone first heard rock n roll as an army brat in Germany, and Japan developed a strong jazz culture fed by the American military presence there post-WWII). A couple of folks have started looking at the playlists of soldiers in Iraq & Afghanistan. I wonder how much of that music is filtering locally.

Thinking about this the past couple of days, I guess that the more interesting cultural exchange can no longer be government-sponsored, not just because there's no one with decent taste left working in government, but because it was a pretty suspect endeavor in the first place.

I think the interesting stuff is happening more at the NGO/indy level. Jeff Chang argues here that although gangsta rap is the soundtrack of the world (especially in conflict zones) there might be some room for more "conscious" hip hop to spread grassroots to various non-Western locales.

Not to say I have a rose-colored vision of the possibilities of cultural exchange, given recent co-optations of anthropologists and other social scientists by the military. Michael at La Guayabita wondered whether ethno/musicologists are likewise being recruited. Seeing recent uses of music as a weapon, I woudn't doubt it.

[1958 pix of Dave Brubeck in Baghdad from Brubeck collection via NYT; pix of Nas by Justin Stephens via NY Mag; pix of soldier w iPod via weikhang.com]

June 27, 2008

Friday Julieta

As the last entry for Accordion Awareness month, check "El Presente," one of the singles in Mexican pixie Julieta Venegas' new MTV Unplugged record.

I find Julieta's voice a little cloying sometimes, but she is a great musician and songwriter, and she's become a favorite for remixing that adds a little acid to cut the sweetness. For example, these remixes and this "cumbow" remix of "Eres Para Mí" (thanks Jace & Geko).

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June 25, 2008

What happened to rock en español?

Maldita_cover The first cover piece I ever wrote (many moons ago) was for the SF Weekly, on a Mexican rock band called Maldita Vecindad, which was going on its first US tour, and on the (then) growing phenomenon of home-grown Latin American rock. This predated the marketing term "rock en español" by a couple of years.

The blooming of RNE scenes in the early to mid-90s in Latin America and the US was a heady experience to live through. I'd grown up a Dominican rockera/punk, which even in NYC made me a freak. So hearing Mexican kids worship the electric guitar and sing in DF slang felt like home.

I became part of the SF rockero scene, befriending bands, writing about them in the alternative press and in a local zine, going to every show from Berkeley Square's Rockola on Sunday nights to warehouse shows in San Jose. I even wrote a piece in Spin that claimed that RNE was one of the ten harbingers of the future in rock. 1995 was a good year.

Kinky More than a decade later, though, aside from Aterciopelados, Café Tacuba and Kinky, few Latin American bands (and no U.S. Latino bands) are known outside of a small subculture. Part of that is the fact that the U.S. music public has pretty much splintered into nothing but subcultures -- with the exceptions of globalized hip hop/pop -- but part of that was the colony collapse disorder that hit the U.S. RNE scenes starting about 1997.

What made me think about this was a recent Mun2 piece forwarded to me by Enrique Lavin trying to retrospectively analyze what happened to Latin American rock. The writer interviewed several folks who were in the trenches from the get-go, like Elena Rodrigo, who was a manager, show organizer, and worked at the first Latin rock indie in the US, Aztlán Records, and Ed Morales, who at the late, great Village Voice was like me one of a handful of Latino writers championing the "movimiento"; label peeps Tomás Cookman and Camilo Lara and other scenesters, organizers and promoters.

Their basic post-mortem is: RNE was a niche music, the term was a marketing imposition, reggaetón/hip hop is more "universal" and easier to market, the industry never properly supported the genre.

Of the comments on why U.S.-based bands never blew up the way Latin American bands did, I agree the most with Ed Morales' comment:

As much as I liked bands like Pastilla, Volumen Cero and Maria Fatal, I think the bands that developed in the U.S. didn't have as much quality and grassroots support as bands from Latin America. When bands like Caifanes, Fabulosos Cadillacs, Tacvba and Aterciopelados toured the U.S., I saw tremendous enthusiasm. I also saw them play in Latin America and there was even more enthusiasm. These bands represented the passion of Latin American kids who, for the most part, have a more difficult life than kids in the U.S. They also represent an organic part of a local Latin American culture. The U.S. bands did not represent "community" in the same way, despite their talent and passion.

Here are my dos cheles of analysis. It was basically a failure of infrastructure.

The industry: Definitely there was never the proper support, bc labels saw Latinos as a niche market, and Latin rockeros as a niche within a niche. They're just barely catching on to how big Mexican regional (another marketing invento) is. And as Morales points out, by the time RNE arrived, the major label ship had already sprung a big leak. With few exceptions (usually on public/independent radio), neither rock nor Spanish-language radio ever made any space for RNE. Only places like Tower or Ritmo Musical carried the stuff. And the mainstream music press fell into the "perpetual novelty" syndrome. Even into the early 2000s, I was asked by editors to explain that, yes, Latin Americans and Latinos listened to and made rock music.

Venues/touring: In the halcyon days of the mid-1990s, SF had several weekly/monthly spaces that booked bands from abroad and local bands. LA had even more. And NYC had a few: Brownies, the Spiral, La Kueva (which I always despised), and a couple of others. La Kueva still exists, in a seriously diminished form, and D'Antigua in Jax Hts has some shows but finding a show takes a lot of active effort. When there is a regular venue where you can expect a certain kind of show to happen, you keep up with their bills. Even in the email list/MySpace age, it takes a lot of effort to find where and when shows are in NY. Only LA really still has a vital scene. But even back then, few bands toured beyond their immediate area. Lack of venues made it difficult to put together a tour, so bands lost out on one of the tried-and-true ways to build a public.

Scenes/Audience: While there were significant regional differences, I don't entirely buy the idea that East Coast, West Coast, Miami, Chicago and TX were too dissimilar to amount to a cohesive "scene." Witness the punk/hardcore "movement" of the 80s. There were massive regional differences, yet people felt connected to a larger thing. I had that same feeling at the start of RNE (btw, I hate the term too, but it's a convenient shorthand), but I never saw the level of DIY I had seen with punx.   

Ian_mackaye Musical quality: This is a big bugaboo, which a couple of the Mun2 interviewees mention (esp. re: Pastilla, Maria Fatal, Volumen Cero). A lot of US-based bands either stayed safely within the confines of their subgenre (power pop, heavy metal) without making their music as polished as a glass marble, or took on the mestizo aesthetic (Latin American traditional rhythms plus electric guitar or ska) and never fully digested all their influences. As I think Kiko has said to me, the seams always showed. Most gave it up before making a breakthrough. Remember when Luaka Bop signed local heroes King Changó and we thought that was it? RNE needed its Malcolm McLaren, its Bernie Rhodes, its Ian MacKaye.

When people say that the Latin American groups were better, they forget that what we saw here in the US was the cream of the crop of the entire continent (that's where MTV Latin America and the Latin American subsidiaries of labels come in).

Maybe it's that old desire for "transcendence," to fit into an international market, that ends up compromising the sound/vision of the groups. I'm thinking of No Wave which was tiny, tiny movement, but some people argue was tremendously influential. (It was for me, and it did give the world Sonic Youth, though I think the claims of ultimate "importance" are a little overstated).

Are there good Latin American rock bands now? Sure. And I don't just mean the usual suspects. Are there good US-based bands? Probably, though I basically have to stumble on them online. They have ZERO industry resources available to them, since the labels have decided that the best bang for the buck is with bands from the big countries (Mexico-Colombia-Argentina) who have large national audiences, play well in other parts of Latin America and play well in the US. Never mind bands from Central America or the DR/PR, or Andean groups, eg.

Clearly, I could go on for days on this subject.

[image of Maldita's self-titled debut album via wikipedia; Kinky pix by hookm3up via flickr; Ian MacKaye pix via Aquarius Records]

June 20, 2008

Friday Panamá

I'll admit I don't know much about Panamanian music outside of Rubén Blades, El General and the criminally ignored Los Rabanes. But I haven't been able to get this new-stylee típico remix, "Oiga Morena," outta my head all week.

Squeezytunes (thx for da tip!) calls it "accordion reggaetón." To my ear, it sounds like vallenato processed through some serious machine-generated highhat and snares with hip hop/reggaetón verses laid on top.

Ignore the corniness of the video and just enjoy the song. The remixers are Comando Tiburón, featuring Nenito Vargas on voice (in a singing style that reminds me of Totó la Momposina), and killer accordion courtesy of Los Plumas Negras.

Poking around for more info I also ran into the song below, DJ Black's "Chucha de su madre," which is not as musically compelling, but still has a pegajoso beat and is a great protest song against political corruption, overdevelopment and worsening conditions for the poor. Apparently it was one of the biggest hits in the 2008 Carnaval in Panama.

The video's pretty cool too, with the early-80s looking new-waveish graphics interspersed with street scenes that look like Santo Domingo, like Rio, like Angola.

June 17, 2008

"Stupid design"

Summer's a little more random, so enjoy, as I did, a great science lesson, courtesy of the only Black astrophysicist most of us know, Neil deGrasse Tyson. (thanks to Liza at Culture Kitchen for the tip).

Be warned: The slide show includes nasty pix of fetuses with birth defects.

DeGrasse Tyson suggests that better engineering would have given us, like dolphins, separate orifices for eating and breathing, to cut down on the possibility of choking. But my favorite line comes near the end: "What is up with what's between our legs? An entertainment complex in the middle of a sewage system. No engineer would ever design that."

I've been stunned hearing what I thought were educated, intelligent people buy into the stupidity of an anthropomorphic higher being consciously designing specifics of life on earth and the universe (as opposed to designing the rules that allow those things to happen).

NdGT is not just a fortunate affirmative action spokesman for science, but one of the rare people who has both the abstract skills of the scientist and the social-verbal skills of the poetic streetcorner philosophizer.

We should all be able to explain basic science in a way the inner 8-year-old in us can understand. But fewer of us understand basic science concepts well enough to explain it even to ourselves. Hence, the gap that religious know-nothings have exploited. So go out and ponder the principle of the lever.

June 16, 2008

The Best Tony Acceptance Speech Ever

In the Heights is, at heart, a classic old-timey Broadway musical (as I said here), and Passing Strange has a story in subject and expression closer to my sensibilities. But I was still bowled over by ItH's Best Musical win last night.

Lin_manuel_tony But the real fun in the Tony show came earlier, when show creator and star Lin Manuel Miranda accepted the award for Best Score, with what has to be one of the best speeches I've ever seen, if only because it was rapped.

Not only did he thank everyone he needed to, and name-checked lifetime award winner Stephen Sondheim's Sunday in the Park with George, but he managed to do it under the alloted time. Here it is (no videos up yet):

I used to dream about this moment, now I'm in it!
Tell the conductor to hold the 'ton a minute
I'll start with Alex Lacamoire and Bill Sherman
Kevin McCollum, Jeffrey Seller and Jill Furman
Quiara for keeping the pages turning
Tommy Kail for keeping the engine burnin'
For bein' so discernin' through every all nighter
Dr. Herbert for tellin' me "you're a writer"
I have to thank Andy Blank for every spank
Matter fact thank John Bizetti for every drink
Thank the cast and crew for having each other's backs
I don't know about God but I believe in Chris Jackson
I don't know what else I got, I'm off the dome
I know I wrote a little show about home
Mr. Sondheim, look, I made a hat
Where there never was a hat! 
It's a Latin hat at that!
Mom, Dad and Cita, I wrote a play,
Y'all came to every play
Thanks for being here today
Vanessa who still makes me breathless
Thanks for lovin' me when I was broke and makin' breakfast
And with that, I want to thank all my Latino people
This is for Abuela Risa in Puerto Rico
Thank you.

Picture_2 While it was not the sweet brown sweep one would have hoped, the two shows did well overall. In the Heights won Best Musical, Best Score, Best Choreography, and Best Orchestrations (4 out of 13), and Passing Strange won Best Book (not too shabby -- most of its seven nominations were against tough competition, primarily from ItH).

Now let's see if this opens the Great White door for more quirky shows that are not revivals, and feature brown people not playing lions in a cartoon adaptation.

UPDATE: Guanabee uploaded the video. Here it is.

[Lin Manuel photo via Broadway.com; Stew pix via Tony Awards site]

June 13, 2008

Friday Prodigio

Here's another bonbon for accordion month, this time my favorite representative of new-school perico ripiao.

Perico ripiao, a fast version of merengue played with button accordion, tambora & metal güira, was a regional form from the Cibao region that was popularized nationally during the Trujillo era (see material in this excellent Paul Austerlitz book for the historical background. Dominican scholar Dagoberto Tejeda has also written some great stuff, which alas is not readily available here in los países).

Perico ripiao was displaced from the center of Dominican popular music in the 50s and 60s by so-called orchestral merengue (really big-band, analogous to mambo bands in NY) and later by the nimble, funk- and rock-influenced merengues of the likes of Johnny Ventura and Wilfrido Vargas.

Merengue_tipico_cover But perico ripiao never really went away, and it's remained a viable genre. In the early 90s, I found a couple of amazing compilations of perico ripiao, which had been rebranded as merengue típico. There were older stars, like El Cieguito de Nagua, and younger players, like La India Canela (one of the few women accordionists around).

There's a thriving perico ripiao scene in NYC, which Sidney Hutchinson has documented and is writing about. And in that scene, El Prodigio, né Krency García, is an undisputed star.

I've been dying to see this guy live, but he only seems to play Monday nights in the middle of the Bronx or at 3 am in Bushwick.

The video below is shaky, but not the worst of the bunch on YouTube. The song below is "El Refrán (Rebeca)," which he performs often. Watch first the sax-accordion combo, then about a minute and a half into the song, Prodigio tears it up. Sound quality varies wildly, but enjoy anyway.

June 10, 2008

The City of Lost Cassettes

A while ago, I wrote about how cassettes are still a viable format in some places outside the U.S.

Last week, I found a place in NYC where that's also true.

Walking down Moore St., in the last holdout of old-school Boricuosity in hipster-infested Williamsburg, I stopped by one of my fave record stores, Johnny Albino's. Here is what I saw:

Cassettes_2_4 Click on the pix to enlarge it, but the two key elements are these: the sign saying "$1 each cassettes" and the stacks and stacks below.

Johnny Albino's is one of the last salsa middens in the city (Casa Amadeo in the Bronx and Casa Latina in El Barrio are two other ones holding out). Not only does it have a great cross-section of old-school salsa and merengue, and one of the funkiest boogaloo one-off selections (Albino himself was a trío singer back in the 40s and 50s), but it has concert DVDs, new stuff -- reggaetón and local groups like Yerbabuena. But really, what you go there for is to excavate.

There was lots of stuff I recognized in the cassettes -- La Lupe, Trio Reynoso, Milly y Los Vecinos -- and some crazy-looking stuff that had me salivating, from the days when you could tell a record by its cover.

Cassettes_1 There were hundreds of tapes, an assortment of close to a hundred different recordings. "You should see the boxes I have back there, unopened!" said Johnny.

So, who the heck buys these? Johnny said that cassette buyers fell into the following categories:

1) folks who never swapped out the cassette player from their cars;
2) old folks who never quite got used to that new-fangled shiny disky thing;
3) fans who know how rare some of these are and buy the tapes to transfer them to digital.

Makes sense. I have nothing I can play these on, but I am tempted to go back and drop an Andrew Jackson. I mean, each of these cassettes is only one cent more than a single song on iTunes.

¡A la lucha!

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