Amy Winehouse ~ Big Whiner..

Pretty little diva done dead and gone..

This is Amy, the blackest white girl singer since Dusty Springfield..

Amy does Rehab on the David Letterman Show

Now she's fading Back to Black...

farewell little darling!

Brooklyn Funk Essentials - Bellybuttons

Brooklyn Funk Essentials - I Got Cash

Brooklyn Funk Essentials - Istanbul Twilight

Essential Funk: Brooklyn Funk Essentials is a music collective who mix jazz, funk, and hip hop, featuring musicians and poets from different cultures. The band was conceived in 1993 by producer Arthur Baker and bassist and musical director Lati Kronlund. In the mid-1990s, the group became a staple of the New York City club scene. Their debut album Cool and Steady and Easy (1994) scored an underground hit with the rendition of Pharoah Sanders' "The Creator Has a Master Plan". The following album, In the Buzzbag (1998), included Turkish folk music rhythms and instruments, recorded in consortium with the Turkish clarinettist Hüsnü Şenlendirici. Further albums followed in 2000 and 2009 which more resembled their first offering.

Musicians involved in Brooklyn Funk Essentials' projects include:

• Hanifah Walidah (aka Sha-Key) (vocals)
• Joi Cardwell (vocals)
• Papa Dee (vocals)
• Everton Sylvester (vocals)
• Ipec Scnot (vocals)
• Stephanie McKay (vocals)
• Everton Sylvester (poets)
• Cengizhan Elibol (drums)
• David Allen (poets)
• Jazzy Nice (DJ)
• Yuka Honda (keyboard)
• Josh Roseman (trombone)
• Paul Shapiro (saxophone)
• Yancy Drew Lambert (vocals, drums)
• E.J. Rodriguez (percussion)
• Lati Kronlund (guitar, bass)
• Yıldıran Göz (oud)
• "Bassy" Bob Brockman (trumpet, flugelhorn)
• David Jensen (tenor saxophone)
• Iwan van Hetten (keyboard, trumpet)

Albums

• Watcha Playin (2009)
• Make Them Like It (2000)
• In the Buzzbag (1998)
• Cool and Steady and Easy (1994)

http://www.brooklynfunkessentialsmusic.com/

I Fell in Love with a Dead Boy

Antony and the Johnsons

All the girls want to know who's the sweetest boy on death row..

Serge Gainsborough - Cannabis

Reefer Madness with Jean Claude Vanier

Mouse on mouse - DoIT

Groovy kick on beat.. Beat that mouse !!

Coma Break Beat

The Size of the Synth...

Over the last decade, Mouse On Mars have become one of the leading names in European electronic music. Their experimental approach brings together analogue and digital, lo-fi and hi-fi, and real instruments and samples to create an organic-sounding whole. 

"We like to examine the structure of every single sound," says St Werner. "We spend a lot of time on this. And then, once you put these sounds into the song, you see another structure. You see the narrative, which is more arranged, more linear, more like a song with introduction and verses and chorus. All these parts, all these bits of narration, have many levels, and every sound itself has different frequency and dynamic characteristics and things. We like to see the core of a song, and in there are lots of different sounds. They're like a composition, and they have to work with each other and one has to lead to the next one. The story told in our music makes you willing to accept a lot of strange things.

"How we produce sounds is very intuitive, and the result of a long process. We may work a couple of weeks on a track, and put all sorts of things in, and the narration is changing, the structure is changing. It's an awareness of feeling... where the space in the track is, and how every time you add something, the space can become even larger. We follow this and watch it and the more we get into it, the more we see space here and another possibility there that can hint at another direction, and in certain places it can become very dense and in other places it can open up.

The MOM processing arsenal includes the odd home-made speciality.

"We want to create space, we want to shape space — we don't want to stuff the music. But often the more you throw into the track, the more the story, the personality of the track, becomes clear. Sometimes you have to be very strict, and decide that certain things should not happen. That's a constant game and it changes by how you feel on any particular day. But we feel there's so much space in music that we can do this. There's no other art form that has the space music has. Music for me is pure structure.

"A sound triggers emotions and references in your mind and it may be something that you don't fully understand, and there's a sound right next to it that you hear on another level. All these relationships become like a well-cooked dish. You can taste the ingredients separately, but all together they make something different. When you have all those different elements, you can't control it any more. It's so complex that it's playing with you as much as you play with the music. I like that, when music really invites you to see what you can do with it. And then you get to that feeling in the studio of producing something that feels very unique and very special to you, and that probably no-one else has made before."

The Size of Synth

Mouse on Mars, Mouth on Venus

Mouse On Mars in "Mouths On Lamaze"

Beastie-ology ~ Beat the Boys, Hip-hop

Two Books You Should Never Read

Rock 'n' Roll Babes from Outer Space...

I was looking for something escapist in the sci-fi realm with a quirky twist, like quarks, but this is pathetic. First of all the plot is over simplistic and lacks imagination, maybe written for a junior highschool adolescent, ie. over hormonal, reader.. even the jokes and premises are pretty cliché and not able to keep my interest. The only real wisdom I was able to glean from trying to read this trashy attempt at a sci-fi sex romp was this, "ayles" (alien) women have multiple vaginas as opposed to multiple orgasms. Although the story hints at alien abduction, I fear that may be a reflection on the author's (in)experience, and it is my hope that she has had more than one actual sexual experience on earth or any other planet. The brightest Doodoodoodoo being, "On the news, the government announced new laws making it illegal to laugh at the foreign minister or any other members of Cabinet, no matter how risible they became." Knowing this about Australia is indispensable to understanding world politics as they exist today. Then there's this take on God, the ole arshole Jahweh hisself, who thinks he's "the only one", an old joke I remember from "Eve and the Fire Horse" which was a charming and sensitive independent movie contrasting Buddhist and Christian beliefs. On a scale of 1-10, I give this a minus (-) 3... something maybe Beavis and Butthead may have come up with on an off day. Anything more to say would be a waste of words. I special ordered it and blew $30 on some promise of "erotic fantasy". It's not even Gay. ISBN 9781875847334

What It Takes to Get to Vegas - Not.

Well, attracted by the school girl charm, again I tried to read this little lacey loo, "Hey, Adrienne !!" - Rocky Balboa II a tale of a young latino Mexicali girl who sleeps between the cracks, or maybe in the cracks and tells a lot of who did what to who.. it's boring as hell and only maybe if you were there could you cut the tension with a knife. I think Yxta Maya Murray thinks this shit is romantic, hangin' with the tough guys, it's like a circus arena with a lot of tough talk, but when you get behind the curtain you find out it's just the guy's younger sister. It's like a Jane Austen etiquette for gangland Sense and Sensibility, "Gee should I keep the ring after he quaffs me or should I give it back and end up with a baby?" And who wants to get to Vegas anyway, except a bunch of losers? I'd rather much be "Leaving Las Vegas" any whore. Sick sucks. I expected more from a broad named Yxta, but the Murray should have given me a clue. Another book I ordered from America for too many pesos, and found it wasn't worth its weight in toilet paper. America, you suck. Mexico, you're blind. If you read this, you will puke. Maybe a better title would be "What it Pukes to Get to Vegas".  by Yxta Maya Murray

Bring Me the Head of Alfredo Garcia (1974)

Fuck, Eat, Shit, No One Here Gets Out Alive

directed by Sam Peckinpah

starring Warren Oates, Isela Vega,
Robert Webber, Gig Young, Helmut Dantine

After being screwed in the ass by various producers and powers-that-were for thirteen-odd years, Sam Peckinpah simply made lubing up a part of his morning routine. So along comes producer Martin Baum, with the backing of United Artists, to give him free rein on the making of Bring Me the Head of Alfredo Garcia. And Peckinpah thanked them by squeezing out an utterly repulsive, rancid piece of shit that, pacing-wise, lurches on rubber legs like an accident victim in his first week of physical therapy, and displays shocking dips both in quality and in consistency of mise-en-scèneand lighting (at least in its first half). Bennie (Warren Oates) is an American dirtbag down in Old Mex, playing piano in a shithole dive behind a pair of shades and a fog of tequila breath. Critics said Oates was a mere character actor who wore the occasional lead role like an ill-fitting suit. Bennie might as well have expired at the midway point, and the rest of the film could simply be a dying man's fever dream of redemption as he withers away in the Mexican sun. It's what happens when Nixon's America infects the Mexican countryside with its greed and savagery and violence; when the modern world of corporate murder in three-piece suits blithely waves its suitcases full of dinero, its ladies-in-waiting and its Coca-Cola chairs in the face of a land where tenement shacks, beat-to-shit family cars and little boys who wipe the gringoes' windows for a couple of pesos define a way of life. Be it an endless war abroad or the gradual decaying of our ability to face ourselves in the mirror -- sooner or later, we all have to face the "merchandise" we've bought.

And no one gets away clean.

Gloria Guida & Lilli Carati - TRIBUTO ( Avere Vent'anni )

What they wanted to know two girls experience , but not if it made nothing….SIN! Vittorio Caprioli Ray Lovelock Leopoldo Mastelloni Fernando Cerulli Daniel Vargas Vincenzo Crocitti Licinia Lentini George Serene Bracardi Well-born Daniela Doria

POSSESSION VENT' YEARS of Skilled swordsman - Fernando Di Leo (1978) sung from Gloria Guide film. The film has been one of the most censured and controversial from that era. 
Você tem um encontro com Gloria Guida e Lilli Carati na quarta-feira
NÃO PERCA A EXIBIÇÃO DO POLÊMICO “VINTE ANOS” (AVERE VENT’ANNI) DE FERNANDO DI LEO NA PRIMEIRA SESSÃO DO COMODORO REALIZADA EM 2010
Gloria Guida

Gloria Guida & Lilli Carati

Yoga - Encante

Music by Yoga from the Megafauna Album on Holy Mountain Records - 

Video by Kevin DiTrapano - imsosorrydad.com

"alien soundtracks from cryptozoology documentaries played back as a black metal 78"

"Understand this: Yoga dispenses a sinister frailty of howling swellsin hissing static that combusts into crawling shock heaps, to the effectof Mayhem performing Twin Peaks incidentals in a prairie recordedby The KLF. A brief description casts them as black metal's answer to Throbbing Gristle. The texture-based rendering of their compositionssails them on a strange sea between song and sound effect as itbobs along the waves like a dead man s bottled message. Aspects ofGoblin rehearsals in dead hills is interrupted as Monster Zero carvesmountain sides with lightning breath. Oscillating leads pummel intochurning riffs as if Caledonia was performed in an echo chamber near Lodi, New Jersey. The extrinsic properties of this work may resultin disambiguation." 


http://www.holymountain.com

We Can Be Heroes - Bowie and Queen

I could be king and you could be Queen; Heroes

Venus in Furs - Velvet Underground

Velvet, underground, deep in furs, deep in Venus

Plastic People Of The Universe - Hannibal's Wedding Party

Czech underground foreva! RIP, Mejlo.

Joe D'Amato's Buio Omega set to the music of Special Feeling

Buio Omega (aka Buried Alive, Beyond The Darkness)