Sunday, July 10, 2011
A Man's Project That Changes How You Might Do Things: Floyd the Locksmif
This will sustain you on your longest road trip, run, skate session, hoop-on; hop where you may around the globe.
o-nay ull-bay ittin-shay HEY!!
“Punkin’ you a FOOL fe’ bringin dat out on Thursday!!”
We gon' RUN SEEK week 3!
Bring on Tavis.
p.s. Peace to BamaLoveSoul for the heads up.
Friday, July 8, 2011
Buenas Moody Winehouse.
Wednesday, July 6, 2011
Saturday, July 2, 2011
It's A Family Thing.

So, I let my son in on a $25 gift certificate to spend as a treat today.
He goes straight for the Lego Star Wars franchise stuff every time. And he's a patient one. He savors the package images, imagining how much fun it will be when we get home to build it.
"Hold up, ..let me see if the new Wax Poetics magazine is out..." I way before we make our way up to the counter.
Sure enough it is.
On the way home after savoring ever square inch and detail of his package, he
meanders across the cover of this months WP issue.
"And this guy has the disco pants...
...and this guy's showing his tummy...
...and this guy has the peace necklace...
..and...
"Who is this?" he asks finally.
"It's Earth, Wind, and Fire. They look so funky because they play such FUNKY music!" I contribute.
"I'll play you some when we get home."
So he's busy building his new vehicle, putting the figures all together, working on the droid ship, engrossed in the instructions...
while EW&F are on in the back ground.
A few "Oh, I KNOW this song!" comments pop out..until deeper in the album, less familiar tunes arise.
He's working intensely. Happy; showing me bits and pieces of completed parts of his new toy.
I realize this is the new generation's vehicle for album cover perusal and liner note ogling. Wax Poetics is keeping the family chain on lock for wonder and exposure to the choicest masters of funk, soul, jazz and hip hop.
On the back cover is Ramsey Lewis.
He asked about him, too.
And it's a beautiful scene.
Just splendid.
Summer. Copa America. Musica. Vida! Vida! Vida!
This summer I’m in Cuba, Puerto Rico, Brasil, and Mexico. Figuratively, of course. Each day begins with a serious foray into Spanish studies over oats. (I know, most of us North Americans should have been exposed to this in high school; I was working my French...)
Copa America!!!
Yup. Still captivated by the footballing talents of South American teams like Uruguay, Brasil (always...) and Argentina. It’s hard to contain my joy of watching such individuals like Luis Alberto Suárez Díaz move with such grace, majesty, and SPEED....
..so I translate my inspirations into musical selections. Particularly, if only for kitsch’s sake- it has to be an all vinyl fest. In August I’ll be spinning at a pop-up dining experience in North Berkeley.
For the uninitiated, a pop-up is a private party, usually with a flat fee prepaid, so that you can just come and partake in all the lovely jubblyness of it all.
Figuring best targets come from within. Putting one and one together, I’ll be flying those fine dining listeners to South American coastlines and inner regions. Yet,think, time travel portal links to New York’s Palladium at 53rd & Broadway circa 1960 meets Bossa Nova meets Salsa- freak it: think drum, rhythm, and something sweet.
Very sweet. Everything aforementioned in a blender.
And tell me, why would someone cry at the end of El Cantante on a warm Emeryville evening in July of 2011? But there I was. bawling like a newborn, slapped for a life-check. I knew the story, but the dang. Such sadness!!!
[ What is UP BRAH'? ] Let's just say, a lot of stuff is moving around inside.
And as recently discovered from someone kind and beautiful, the title of a Violeta Parra poem says it all:
Gracias a La Vida
Gracias a La Vida (Thank you to Life)
Poem by Violeta Parra
Song by Mercedes Sosa
Gracias a la vida, que me ha dado tanto.
Thank you to life, which has given me so much.
Me dió dos luceros, que cuando los abro.
It gave me two beams of light, that when opened,
Perfecto distingo lo negro del blanco
Can perfectly distinguish black from white
Y en el alto cielo su fondo estrellado,
And in the sky above, her starry backdrop,
Y en las multitudes
And from within the multitude
el hombre que yo amo.
The one that I love.
Gracias a la vida, que me ha dado tanto.
Thank you to life, which has given me so much.
Me ha dado el oído que en todo su ancho
It gave me an ear that, in all of its width
Graba noche y día grillos y canarios
Records— night and day—crickets and canaries,
Martillos, turbinas, ladrillos, chubascos
Hammers and turbines and bricks and storms,
Y la voz tan tierna de mi bien amado.
And the tender voice of my beloved.
Gracias a la vida, que me ha dado tanto.
Thank you to life, which has given me so much.
Me ha dado el sonido y el abecedario.
It gave me sound and the alphabet.
Con él las palabras que pienso y declaro,
With them the words that I think and declare:
“Madre,” “amigo,”hermano,” y luz alumbrando
“Mother,” “Friend,” “Brother” and the light shining.
La ruta del alma del que estoy amando.
The route of the soul from which comes love.
Gracias a la vida, que me ha dado tanto.
Thank you to life, which has given me so much.
Me ha dado la marcha de mis pies cansados.
It gave me the ability to walk with my tired feet.
Con ellos anduve ciudades y charcos,
With them I have traversed cities and puddles
Valles y desiertos, montañas y llanos,
Valleys and deserts, mountains and plains.
Y la casa tuya, tu calle y tu patio.
And your house, your street and your patio.
Gracias a la vida, que me ha dado tanto.
Thank you to life, which has given me so much.
Me dió el corazón, que agita su marco.
It gave me a heart, that causes my frame to shudder,
Cuando miro el fruto del cerebro humano,
When I see the fruit of the human brain,
Cuando miro al bueno tan lejos del malo.
When I see good so far from bad,
Cuando miro el fondo de tus ojos claros.
When I see within the clarity of your eyes…
Gracias a la vida, que me ha dado tanto.
Thank you to life, which has given me so much.
Me ha dado la risa, me ha dado el llanto.
It gave me laughter and it gave me longing.
Así yo distingo dicha de quebranto,
With them I distinguish happiness and pain—
Los dos materiales que forman mi canto,
The two materials from which my songs are formed,
Y el canto de ustedes que es el mismo canto.
And your song, as well, which is the same song.
Y el canto de todos que es mi propio canto
And everyone’s song, which is my very song.
Smitten.
-Frank Niao
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Wednesday, June 29, 2011
G O O S E B U M P S.
The BWLP July 2011 Assassins Edition, Volume 2 episode is
h a u n t i n g.
We got goosebumps all over the hour listening to it.
There's something really special about this month's broadcast podcast.
Be safe out there on your 4th of July Weekend; live to see Tuesday.
...arms all chilly n stuff. Wow.
h a u n t i n g.
We got goosebumps all over the hour listening to it.
There's something really special about this month's broadcast podcast.
Be safe out there on your 4th of July Weekend; live to see Tuesday.
...arms all chilly n stuff. Wow.
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