Friday, September 4, 2009
Thursday, September 3, 2009
Monday, August 24, 2009
New England Loops
(the above image is the alternate album art for the EP. It is quite different from the art included in the .zip download but if you like it more, feel free to use it)Friday, August 21, 2009
Crate Digging
Constantly attempting to emulate the geniuses of the past is good for the beginner's mind, as it reflects the way children come to learn much of their foundational knowledge. Fortunately, a majority of our lives is spent with the ability to critically reflect on that foundational knowledge; we should naturally (hopefully) strive in our post-childhood years to synthesize our environment-past, present, and future-into a coherent, meaningful existence. I'm not going to continue with that rant, rather I will now attempt to explain how collecting vinyl records has helped me get away from that one-dimensional view of history and data storage.
First and foremost the vinyl record is typically collected in a context akin to a musical graveyard, as past stars lives, careers, and passions are stacked away in dusty crates never really expecting to be revived, particularly not in a way that would gain them monetary reward. It is a physical product that the listener can feel, whether or not he or she had any connection at all with the artist. We can see the inconsistencies in the record; the textures of the orchestration become visible as fewer grooves allow us to locate more intimate areas of the music such as drum breaks or solo passages, wear from the previous owner's experience have shaped the wax in ways that have harmed or helped the music. It is a very raw experience to drop the needle on a record that may not have been listened to for decades. In any case, the physical presence of the record forces us to care for the object in a way which is very much lost in the digital environment, where bits and pieces of data may be lost among fields of virtual networks. One can lose their entirely library of digital music just because of a power outage.
The actual experience of digging for records has caused me to look much deeper into every aspect of music, whether musical, societal, or emotional. We can see who played on what records by looking into the jacket of a vinyl, who produced which artist, how individual styles change over the years and which musicians help in those transitions. The entire experience of our musical traditions are contained within the vinyl jacket before we even listen to the music. With the CD, we are often asked to purchase the music before we can read the little that the major labels care to write about the music, and with the digital download, we lose the holistic experience of music altogether and we are just left with the bits and pieces of digital data that we began with as a child who has yet to learn how to communicate effectively.
You can now see how I am beginning to relate this to my previous posts, as we began to see that music is much more than bits and pieces of information that we are supposed to memorize and "understand" apart from any sort of social, humanistic framework. The past does not simply exist for us to frame it and put it on our mantle for our friends to see at social gatherings, in the same way that classical music is not simply a field restricted to the class hierarchies of the concert hall. Music is music, and people are people and they have been that way since the beginning of time. I know that seems like a cliche thing to say, but it thoroughly sums up what I am trying to say, and if we really stop and think about it we may finally be able to appreciate it for what it is.
This post was initially supposed to be a simple plug for a recently opened Portsmouth record shop that Dennis told me about called "Odyssey and Oracle." I went there yesterday and I felt really good after leaving, especially after finding "Love to Love You Baby" by Donna Summer on 45. Sorry I got so sidetracked. CHECK IT OUT at 100 Albany Street.
Friday, August 14, 2009
For Poets and Dancers
DOWNLOAD THE ALBUM HERE: http://www.megaupload.com/?d=EUHV0TH8
I’m definitely more of a traditionalist when it comes to making beats. As a drummer I feel a closer artistic connection to the Latin gangs of New York who would form dance bands to perform at block parties, than to the image of the producer as mad scientist in the lab. The main reason I got into electronic music production was to create new sonic experiences for myself, but—contrary to what you might think if you have heard any of my early “classical” electronic works—this goal has always been directed outward as well as inward. While I have certainly been influenced by the “mad scientists” of electronic music such as Stockhausen, Lucier, Dr. Dre, or the RZA, my approach has ultimately been directed at the question, “How can I eventually perform this material live?” And as a further stipulation, without just standing alone in front of a laptop.
My previous attempts at recreating this “old school” break-centered hip-hop aesthetic focused on using live drums to supplement a DJ set which I had less control of than I would like. Working on this set of beat sketches, remixes, and rehashing of old material, I was able to focus simply on the raw sound that I wanted to project. The dirty, live breakbeat sound that I envision one hearing as they come closer and closer to the party until they are finally enveloped by it. It is the sound that I imagine coming from the early soundsystems of Coxsone Dodd in Kingston, or Kool Herc’s parties in the Bronx, or one of James Brown’s concerts. Overpowering bass and noisy, juxtaposed loops; everybody dancing and shouting and having a good time.
Unfortunately I feel like our societal values concerning music are drifting further away from the sensual aspect. In every sphere of music we seem to care more about the virtuosity of the performers than the immediate, pre-cerebral response that our bodies feel before our minds have a chance to think about it. It is happening in rock and pop music now just as much as it has been going on in classical concert music for years. The thing is, people tend to forget that a Mozart concert was a wild, spontaneous experience in the same way that Public Enemy’s Terminator X could rock an improvisational DJ set to a similar audience reaction/participation. Hearing J.S. Bach with that mindset allows one to experience his music with fresh and vibrant ears.
All I really long for in music is that musical environment in which the audience completely envelops the artist, so as to establish itself as one with him or her in the musical experience. There is no distance in perspective; nobody is better or worse than the other, and it is acknowledged that the artist hopes to dig as deeply into this music as the audience does. “A music made by everyone” as Cage would say.
Every beat in this set is named after some aspect of my childhood. This is in part a response to the legacy that Billy Martin (of Medeski, Martin, and Wood) set when he released his three volume set of breakbeats, with the third installment containing beats named after friends and streets from his home neighborhood. Yet I also did this because these simply instrumental beats remind of what music was to me before I got so deeply involved with it. Before I started writing essays about music, or practicing for hours a day, music was simple, easily accessible, and immune from various forms of judgment. While I am always striving to experience more from music in various ways, including writing about it or philosophizing for hours about its hidden meanings, I never forget those experiences that make me love the art so much.
I hope you can find some use for these beats, whether you want to rhyme over them, dance to them, or just listen to them while cruising. Music for use in a way Hindemith would never have imagined. GET DOWN!!
-Mike D. a.k.a. The Attic Bat, 2009
East 101 rehearsals, Garage band jams with my bro, hanging with Apeshit, pause tape Green Day mixes, bedroom jams at Melling Glen, Matt and I recording our voices and reversing them EMKCUFBOB!!!, The Green Boys with Andy Russell, Acoustic jams and singing with Burger, 48 hour albums, Broadway rocks!, playing with Mary G., first experiences with vinyl (Aerosmith “Dream On”), Attic Bat recording sessions with JKM, listening to Liquid Swords with Jon Briggs, Farspeeker recording sessions at Todd’s, Apeshit performing in CMs basement on St. Patty’s Day, recording with Perry and Amos, drumset jams and poking Matt’s eye out with a drumstick, John Herman and the Man Who Was Thursday, Martin Walker and the Meaning of Life, messing with Pat Boutwell’s Voyager, Soul Propaganda, guitar Fridays, parties in Fred’s basement, GIVE HIM YOUR COAT AS WELL, making dirty cymbals with Stake, RAW BEATS IN THE EPG
