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Seen+Heard | Flying Lotus

Have you ever wanted to just give a musician some money?  Not just, here’s money for your record money, but here’s money for dinner money.  Can I buy you some sneakers money? Do you need a haircut money? How can I help you make some more of this money?  I’m feeling that way about Flying Lotus and Cosmogramma.

Don’t ask me where I’ve been on Flying Lotus.  I could say that I blame the dj friends  who used to hip me to EVERYTHINg, but it’s not their fault I’m so out of it.  My heads been in the no-no place on a lot of good music. (♥: chile…)

Won’t explain it.  Can’t describe it.  Just experience it.

Who says you can’t rock the fuck out of it live?  And at some point I’m going to have to write about my weeks long obsession about Miguel Atwood-Ferguson.  Don’t take that the wrong way.  I didn’t know that this amazingly talented man walked the earth with notes dancing on his soul until I watched Mochilla’s Timeless DVDs.  Seriously, give that man a bow, or hell, just watch him feel music.

Right now, the neighbors and I are dancing to Do The Astral Plane off Cosmogramma.   Okay, I’m dancing and they’re nodding heads behind thin walls.  I think.  (♥:They better…)

Nikki♥

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brings it all back | gil scott-heron’s i’m new here

there’s a gsh story. it’s from the 70s. it only really matters to me, though.

The sound of Gil’s voice is like a window opening on my childhood that makes me want to scream from the rafters that MyMomRocks.  She exposed me to art in its many forms.  It wasn’t what I might’ve liked at the time, but it has stayed with me for life.

I saw her enjoying herself.  I watched her in dance class.  It may have been an African dance class, but they got down to the original Lady Marmalade, too.  She took me to plays I couldn’t quite understand about apartheid.  I sat in her lap at poetry readings.  Paintings, framed prints and maps lined the walls at home.  We read to each other, too.

The sound of his voice reminds me of how fortunate I was, am and will always be.  Thank you, Gil.

And, I’ll Take Care Of You is on repeat.

Nikki♥

(♥:You are thanking her, too, right?) But, of course!

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thinking got me distracted | michael jackson

i really do it quite often.

I still don't know how, where or when I would have gotten this as a promo.

So, I’m working on a post about collections inspired by artist Lisa Congdon’s A Collection A Day, 2010 project.  I’ve been thinking about the things I brought with me from back east.  I kinda have stuff, but I don’t actively collect.  I just seem to keep some of the same kinds of things.  I’m documenting the few that have interesting stories or that tend to send me off thought wandering.

I was looking through my LPs to see if there was anything I wanted to shoot, when I realized that I hadn’t touched the 45s in ages.  I didn’t even know what was there.

I couldn’t believe what I found.  Just after Antidisestablishmentarianism, was Micheal Jackson’s Thriller leaning against the Purple Cat below.  It was this moment where I saw Junior High Me & Record Store Clerk Me giving each other the head nod of recognition as they passed each other in my memory.

Nikki♥

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mmmm the 70s | music

I don’t know if I needed a little aural palate cleansing or if it’s just nostalgia running away with me but, I LOVE digging through the iTunes Essentials 70s crate.  I know it’s a little NOW cdish.  Whatever.  When’s the last time you heard Eddie Money’s “Baby Hold On To Me?”  Hi, Kinda Badass.  Good to see ya.  Of the 72 songs in 1978, I think I draw a complete blank on 5 or 6.

For a few seconds, I tried to figure out why I knew such disparate songs and genres when we used to be fed the idea that certain people liked certain music and not other types of music.  Some people do stay in their corners of the world, I guess I was raised by folks who just listened and let me be curious.

Listening to the O’Jays, burning some incense.  Mmmm, the 70s.

itunes1978

Nikki♥

(I think I need the Best of Eddie Money. For REAL)