Showing posts with label Music. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Music. Show all posts

Sunday, September 27, 2009

My $11 Record Store Trip

Rockaway Records  sits next to a library and across from a Vietnamese restaurant.  The vibe was cool breeze, hipster trendy on a Sunday afternoon in Silverlake. A tweet from record locator wax_fm promoted Rockaway Records annual sale.  They offered cds for 99 cents with up to a 75% mark down for lps.

I bought 6 lps,6 45s, and 4 cds for only $11. I walked away with a bag full of goodies and tons of guilt.  I already have 50 lps and I’ve  only digitized 2 records. I promised myself no more collecting until I digitize and share. Yet, the offer of a long drive and the quiet friendship of dust and records won out! 

When’s the last time you’ve been to an independent record store?

Saturday, September 12, 2009

5 Reasons to Attend a Beat Swap Meet or Vinyl Record Fair


Last night I was feeding my Twitterholism while reminded by @beatswapmeet of their Sunday monthly fair  at the Jazz Lounge in Los Angeles.  I tweeted that I couldn't make it because of gas money.  @beatswapmeet offered to pick me up in a helicopter. While a helicopter ride to LA to pick up vinyl is a woman's dream-come-true, this economy will not make that work.  Don't wait on a ghettobird helicopter ride to attend your first swapmeet, find a reason to go!

1) Open Drum Sounds

While the vinyl versus cd quality debate is still raging, I myself notice a distinct difference. When I played The Chamber Brothers, it was if they were in my bedroom serenading me.  Not the same with Maxwell's crooning tightened on the cd. So, go to the fair and buy vinyl to hear the pure sound of unfiltered drums and hi hats looming in the air.

2) Obscure Records

A few weeks ago, I treated my Mom to her first ever Amoeba visit.  A former dj, she was in a strange paradise of helpful scruffy older men . She looked for an Esther Saddefield record that I later found online.  I thought to tell her she could probably find just about anything at a swap, but seeing her there, would kill my hipster vibe.  Still if you're looking for an out-of-print vinyl and can't find it at your local record store, Discogs or Amazon (they're in the vinyl business now), go to the fair.

3) Sounds to Sample

I've taken up the hobby of becoming a producer. (Missy Elliot, I'm coming for you). Even with lower priced tools, learning how to sample is more complex than I thought.  At a swap, you can hear that horn riff or flute solo that would complete your beat cd. Hearing a breakbeat, a bassline,  from the spin, you can go up to the dj, buy the record and make new friends (if not with the dj, with your new record). 

4) Heady Debates

Want to discuss how you just can't feel Curtis Mayfield after mainstream hiphop scavenged his records?  Would you like to debate Mingus's influence on the trip hop movement? Excited that Wax Poetics covered Brazilian musicians, but disgusted by the new adopters? Discuss, argue,and debate at your local swap. You're sure to find someone there who feels the same way you do.

5) Find a Date

There tends to be tons of testosterone amongst the dusty covers. You have the young feministas who are there to make a statement of their loyalty to hiphop, but it's still a male dig.  So if you're a woman, whose interested in a certain type of man, put on your best thrift store find and roll to the swap. You are sure to turn the head of at least one man there. If you hold eye contact long enough to divert him from haggling with a dealer, he's the one.  No questions asked.  Even if you're not an audiophile, he'll love your willingness to learn about music. You'll be the student of his fantasies.

Photograph  from Retro Thing

Friday, August 14, 2009

The Chamber Brothers - So Tired


Though this 1967 album is known for the psychedelic 11 minute “Time Has Come Today,” my favorite cut is Side A’s “So Tired.” Ripped directly from my vinyl, the wailing call and response of Lester Chambers and his brothers send me straight to Melancholy Fields.
“For I know I’ll never be free
but maybe she’ll come to me
with open arms
and say she
she belongs to me”
Le sigh. I can appreciate this lament of searching for the one.

Watch this 2005 Willie Chambers interview via Brother Mike.
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