Yes. Time for a new instalment in my irregular musical diary. Here’s an 11-track multi-genre traipse trough old and new, major and minor, glossy and gritty.. you catch the drift. Download or stream above, curious to hear any and all feedback!
1. sun ra – trying to put the blame on me (live in rome 1977)
2. shabaka and the ancestors feat shabaka hutchings – mzwandile
3. tommy mcgee – now that I have you
4. awa poulo – poulo warali
5. omar ft mayra andrade – deja vu
6. dej loaf – snakes
7. a made up sound – half hour jam on a borrowed synth
8. jay daniel – paradise valley
9. count ossie and the mystic revelation of rastafari – four hundred years
10. solange – borderline (an ode to self care)
11. jeff parker – slight freedom
Three months after his (their?) debut, another untitled 12″ by Winsome is here. Released without fanfare and soon gone at the three places it popped up, Sugar 002 is more of the same… which is very welcome. Both tracks start vocal and switch into verrrrssionn mode after which they really get going. I particularly like the B-side. Melancholy street dub w/ deep analogue bleep? Check it out for yourselves by clicking the link above.
It is a rare record that gets a lot of play, is a suitable soundtrack throughout the day and is loved by all members of the Cortez family 😄
“Simmering grooves built from afrobeat-inspired basslines, palm wine guitar chords, space age organ lines, honking R&B saxaphone refrains, all of them laid over the solid foundation of the distinctive Etsako-rhythm, and held together by Oshomah’s confident, plaintive vocals. It’s quite a confection that serves well either for dancing or for quiet reflection”
It’s a small celebration: my Club Cortez blog is 10 years old?! Yes, surprising to me as well. No, I couldn’t have predicted that the blog format is now (back to being) quaint and obscure. All I know for sure is that I’m still standing and still very much into music. Here’s a virtually unknown record to celebrate..enjoy my 977th post.
When you think of Guyana, music is probably not the first thing that pops into your head (for me it was “Where is Guyana?“), let alone that you are intimately familiar with the yearly Mash(rami) Carnival. Now you know that both country and tradition exist we can move forward 🙂
Omar Farouk aka Terry Nelson aka Halagala (1938-2009) was a one-man cultural and economic force in Guyana (source), opening a recording studio and running a network of labels from the late sixties to circa the early eighties. The release dates and number of releases aren’t known (yet), but an evening of online sleuthing suggests the titles I linked in the Discogs database are only a part of his releases. According to the source linked above, Nelson used recycled vinyl (read: melting down second hand records, labels included), which makes finding a clean-playing copy of one of his productions a theoretical affair.
I chanced upon a copy of “Man from Afi” earlier this year and bought it based on the promise of the cover. It delivered: the record is filled with lo-fi songs that can be described as calypso-not-calypso, combining forlorn vocals with random synths and horns. Lovely stuff, and a perfect winter warmer.
Happy holidays everyone!
Here’s an overview of the music that soundtracked my year. Most of my 2016 listening was about inspiration, comfort and looking forward rather than dwelling on the past. I hope you discover some new sounds… and bear with me on the opening track. Kanye West often out-2016nd the running year, and deserves his place. Now go, listen, and get back to me with a reaction.
01. kanye west ft chance the rapper – ultralight beam
02. jeff parker – cliche
03. jameszoo ft. arhtur verocai – flu
04. kamaiyah – I’m on
05. anderson paak – the waters
06. terrace martin – think of you
07. ondo fudd – blue dot
08. archy marshall – arise dear brother
09. jamila woods – stellar
10. marquis hill – fly little bird fly
11. bullion – unless
12. duke hugh – loft nights
13. randomer – woodwork
14. cliff curry – let love come in
15. daniel schmidt – and the darkest hour is just before dawn
The subway ate my homework, the dog was closed and the railway crossing was late. It’s a monday alright.
Plant your feet on the ground, breathe down to your diaphragm and put the needle to the record for a dubwise antidote. Bim!