Coke Guns Booty Beats, a thrilling article about baile funk, the deadly sound of Rio's favelas. This passage sounds like something straight out of a William Gibson novel:
Later, Juca introduces Blender to his friend Johnny, who lives in a tiny two-room apartment in a concrete building opposite the carwash. At the top of a narrow, pitch-black staircase, Johnny has built his own studio: a secondhand computer, a microphone and an old speaker. Most baile funk records are initially recorded in places like this. Johnny has taught himself to make crude cut-and-pastes samples using basic pirated software: Songs are constructed like a sequence of jingles, with shouted lyrics above the heavy samba drum sound of the tamborzão.
Yesterday was a really nice day chocked full of great activities and delights. I started off by attending the opening day of the 2005 New Orleans Jazz and Heritage Festival with my co-workers, an annual event that we have each year as a department. I ate some really delicious treats including a Nachitoches Meat Pie, a Pork & Cheese Pupusa and Boudin Balls, my all time favorite Jazz Fest treat. We also caught some great music and had fun enjoying the weather and being outside on a Friday.
I walked straight from the Fairgrounds to Bayou Bicycles to pick up my new bike. All I can say is the bike rides better than it looks and it looks incredibly amazing. I'm really happy with it and rode for almost 45 minutes after picking it up. Today I rode for almost an hour and I've got to say the Bianchi Milano is a GREAT bike for riding in the city. My only limits at this point are my physical conditioning, which I am working hard to improve and the lack of a helmet / rear view combo, which I will be purchasing next weekend. I think after a few weeks I'll be tough enough to start commuting to work on a regular basis.
Last night our MTV reps took us out to dinner at Brunning's and to the Motley Crue concert at the UNO Lakefront Arena afterwards. It was quite the adventure. The parking lot scene was straight out of Heavy Metal Parking Lot + 20 years. There were thousands of mulleted, T-Shirt wearing heshers drinking beer and hanging out with their augmeneted, fake tan, big haired women. I've never seen a crowd like it. Standing in line I was awestruck at the glorius trashyness present.
The performance itself was underwhelming. Their rendition of Shout At The Devil was pretty good, with full-on 60 foot flames shooting up in the background. They also played my two other favorite Crue songs, Too Young To Fall In Love and Looks That Kill. The rest of the show was filled with idiotic stuff like dancing girls, midgets, Motorcycle Riders, adolescent video animations and other lameness. Also, these guys are really old. Tommy Lee missed his sticks as he threw them into the air several times, Vince Neill seemed half drunk and was singing off key half the time, Mick Mars stood solemnly in the corner playing his guitar intently and never looking up.
My favorite part of the night were these four guys standing behind us who all strongly resembled Aqua Teen Carl in their speech. The whole time the show was going on they would giggle to each other things like, "This is so freakin' awesome dude!", "Oh looka, Nikki's breakin' out the keyboard!" and once when two of the dancing girls started making out on stage one of the guys yelled at the top of his voice, "OH HELL YEAH BRAH! That's what I'm talkin' about!" while high fiving his buddy next to him. It just doesn't get any better than that.
Kompakt, the Cologne based label/store/combine/ad-hocracy of minimal godfather Wolfgang Voigt & Co., have just launched an online MP3 store. The amount of music on here is staggering. Much like the Warp Records site Bleep, they offer more than their own material. There's all kinds of German techno here and almost everything I've listened to so far is Great.
I like seeing small labels like Kompakt and Warp launching things like this. It empowers them to distribute globally with little to no overhead and gives music lovers like myself the opportunity to enjoy their quality wares without travelling to more advanced urban areas in order to dig for them. Another example of how the web makes my life better.