My country, Tis of thee.
So, yesteday I attended the mega huge UFPJ march across manhattan, along with 399,999 other awesome people who care enough about their country and the world. All through this week, I'll be helping out Music For America with their over 70 events of all shapes and sizes, from concerts, to basic activist skills trainings, all over the city. In case you haven't picked up on it, that fucking ROCKS.
Death Comet Crew - America - if marches such as yesterdays can be said to have a musical theme, it's percussion. More specifically, it's the noise for noise sake beating of thousands of buckets and hand drums as people try to make themselves heard through the din. And yet, many of the drummers there are in full command, laying down all sorts of complex rythyms, that when intertwined with voices, lifted in protest, creates it's own sort of beautiful music. On the face of it, this would seem to have nothing to do with the Death Comet Crew's totally synthetic brand of 80's electro, full of turntable work, clearly sampled breakbeats and wisps of bassline, single word vocal simples chillingly overlaid wth squeals. And yet, in those beats, I hear the echoes of the power I heard yesterday - of rhythmic music as something so truly open, so democratic, that I cannot escape the power of it. This is from a reissue of a classic early 80's album, just released recently on Troubleman Unlimited.
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Only one track today because things is crazy. We'll be on a better schedule soon folks. I promise.