It’s smooth, hip, sharp. Chilled not cold. It is pop without the bullshit. This is Bebel Gilberto’s Tanto Tempo Remixes album. For some, the name Gilberto might ring a bell, but this isn’t her daddy’s music. Gilberto was born into a musical family, being the daughter of Brazilian singers and performers Miucha and Joao Gilberto. The songstress cut her chops early, with a performance at Carnegie Hall alongside Brazilian legend Stan Getz, and even appeared on her mother’s solo album, Miucha, at the age of nine. She was
destined for the stage.
But some might wonder why I would write about an album that is six years old, and from a foreign artist, instead of exploring something more “recent” and local. Truth be told quality never gets old. This album is worth a pick up. Bebel’s voice is smooth. It hits in the right place. It’s not overbearing and it allows for the music that accompanies her to really develop as the album progresses. The production value on the tracks are in itself something worth nothing. Remix albums are a tough sell. For those who are music lovers, they get used to the original sounds of the album and to create a new base sound that can fit into the mold of the first album is tough. But the producers of this album broke that mold and did so in the way that allowed the album to shine as if it were an original creation. The beats flow naturally, allowing the listener to…
They are the Sons of Dominican Rock and Roll. The torchbearers of a rich musical history, in a country were Jimi Hendrix and a shoe shine boy are on equal footing, Toque Profundo has been the rebellious embodiment that is the Rock and Roll experience. Their sound, founded on the earlier works of artists such as the late Luis “El Terror” Dias, came to define a generation in the shadows of strong hand leader, Joaquin Balaguer.
The world is graced with many examples of fine and interesting literature. The heavyweight classical novels you suffered trough in college, the trivial, fast-food books that help you kill time on a long flight, and then there are the books that make you feel more bewildered and dumbstruck then Paris Hilton at the Nobel Prize Award Ceremony.
The books you are about to see fit that description.
In a far off universe, millions of “scratch” miles away, exists a world where men speak with their hands. Where turn tables are weapons. Where vinyl records are keepers of the peace. In this universe language is a collection of record scratches and the hierarchy is defined by who’s got the best beats. Welcome to the Universe of the DJ. The battle is eternal to find the “chosen one” who can deliver the golden sounds on the “1s & 2s.”But only one DJ, RJ-D2, has “the force.”
I want, when they see me, They know that everyday when I’m breathing is for us to go further. Every time I speak I want the truth to come out. Every time I speak I want a shiver. I don’t want them to be like they know what I’m gonna say because it’s polite. I’m not saying I’m gonna rule the world or I’m gonna change the world, but I guarantee you that I will spark the brain that will change the world. And that’s our job, It’s to spark somebody else watching us. We might not be the ones, but let’s not be selfish and because we not gonna change the world let’s not talk about how we should change it. I don’t know how to change it, but I know if I keep talking about how dirty it is out here, somebody’s gonna clean it up.”
I am a hip hop head. It’s in my blood. Bread from the “Golden Age” of hip hop, I can’t deny the influence this genre has had on me. The still controversial genre that has scared suburbanites since the mid-80′s was that torch that took me from the clumsiness of adolescence to the defiant “revolutionary” ideologies of my college years. Many of those reading this might ask themselves, “Is he talking about the bitches and hos hip-hop on the radio?” Before I continue, I’d like to paint a picture about “my hip hop experience.”
During my adolescent years (1996-2001), the genre of hip hop was…
From the big budget fine cuisine where every detail is carefully measured and presented to the soothing plate of indie comfort food that keeps you full for days.
Then there are bad movies. Some of them are like a greasy burger you know is terrible, yet you can’t help but enjoy every single bit of it (Showgirls anyone?). Others really have nothing tasty to offer and remind you of the first time your kid sister decided to make dinner for the family. A clumsily put together bowl of slop that gives you indigestion.
And then, there are the bad movies that make you feel like you’ve just guzzled down a bucket of salmonella.
Uwe Boll movies are a lot like that.
It is the essence of soul music. The silky, sultry voice of a lead singer pouring out their emotions in song. Bread out of the black experience in the US, soul music came to define a generation. It was the de-facto soundtrack of the Civil Rights movement and with it provided the roots for the ever expanding music umbrella that is black music today. The voices of James Brown, Ray Charles and Aretha Franklyn sang hard on the elements of gospel music and rhythm and blues. The pains and joys of everyday life were the context in which the music was understood.
Get your head ready, cause we are about to “Exercise Your Ears.” E.Y.E. is a new, regular column, here on The Daily Sloth, written by our resident music dude, Mr. Lu. He will introduce you to hottest and hippest artists from across the globe that you’ve never heard of. So get your headphones ready. And If you disagree with his choices, unearth your own gems right here, and share them with the world.
“Crap,” [change station], “Crap,” [change station], “Crap,” [change station]…is there good music anywhere???
Are your days and nights filled with the frustration of listening to the same crappy songs on the radio, but not knowing where to go to find that new music you always crave?
If that’s the case, you are one of millions of people around the world who search for musical enlightenment, but are stuck with the crappy harmonies of pop super duds and “payola” show tunes created by pasty fat guys in Florida.
And yes, I love the word “crap.”
Sure, you have a dark side, just like everyone. You’ve flamed religious wars and caused more heart attacks than boobs. But we forgive you.
We love you not just for your taste, but for your incredible versatility.
Here’s just a small rundown of the things that bacon can be used for: