Month: August 2006

  • el gran combo

    Caught the final Oregon Zoo concert of the summer. I always try to make it out to their international shows (despite being highly dubious about giving any money to a zoo) because they bring artists that either would never play Portland otherwise, or would play the Aladdin for $25 or more, thus ensuring that I would never see them. I was particularly interested in catching El Gran Combo because touring Latin bands seem to play here so seldom. (Yerba Buena plays just north of us all the time and THEY HAVE NEVER PLAYED PORTLAND!) For a while it seemed like Cubanismo was the only Latin band touring in the US and no matter how good some of their shows were I got bored of seeing them after awhile. In the late ’90s I feel like quite a few bands came through town and I blew several of them off because the tickets were $25-35 a pop.
    If I knew what a drought there would be from then on I would have splurged more often.

    In past summers the Oregon Zoo concerts always started with the headliner going on promptly at 7pm. The few that I witnessed this summer went on much later, often with unannounced opening bands. Well, I was making my way down to the concert grounds shortly after 7pm and I could hear the sounds of El Gran Combo playing. No late start and no opening bands this time. I got to the grounds in time to hear part of a speech about “unity” and “bringing people together.” The band’s setup was very different from any other Latin band I’ve seen in that the horn section was limited to only two trombonists. There was a stand-up electric bass, a keyboard, congas, timbales, a very large, squat sit-down hand drum, four guys out in front dancing, singing, playing percussion, including panderetas.

    At one point they did a bomba track and they explained that there are 30 different bomba rhythms. There was a segment of the dancer leading the drummer in the rhythm. They did a plena. Their songs seemed like there were 17,000 rhythms going on at once. I tried to count clave or any other repeating rhythm and found myself hopelessly stymied. So dense, so fast, so much syncopation. So many percussion instruments.

    Despite all this I left during their set break. I was cold, improperly dressed for the chilly evening, and overcome with a draining ennui. I used to love to go to shows. I imagine I still might in the future. Lately I check something out, say “hmmm,” and after I think I get the drift I’m ready to leave. Only certain DJs keep me focused because I realize the next song might be an entirely different sound and you can’t say that of many bands.

    The band was constantly calling out to the Boricuas. They kept asking (in Spanish) for the Boricuas to raise their hands and of course all the white Portlanders did. In Spanish they would ask just the men or just the women to scream and of course all the gringos (male and female) yelled both times. They were certainly speaking to the crowd in English at times, so I wondered if they were intentionally playing with the gringos when they would give instructions only in Spanish. Despite talking about unity and bringing everyone together their shout-outs to the Boricuas in the house were the dominant theme. No problem, there. I even saw a Puerto Rican flag. One thing that was interesting to note was how little salsa dancing was going on. Despite my decade-long love affair with Latin music I still can’t dance a Latin rhythm. Usually at a show like this I am one of a handful of awkward gringos solo dancing in the front and this time in a whole sea of dancers I could only make out a few couples partner-dancing. Fascinating. I imagine it will be a very different scene at this Sunday’s “Salsa en la Calle.”

    IK

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  • musics I really wish someone would educate me about AKA I can’t find out everything about everything on my own

    I’m basically interested in just about any sound ever recorded but lately my fiercest interest has been the collision of electronics and breakbeats with musical traditions throughout the world. I am especially interested in any form that the hip-hop virus has taken around the globe. Having said that these are areas in which I am particularly interested in learning and hearing much more than I do currently:

    Tamil and Telegu film songs (and other South Indian hits)

    Dangdut

    Kwaito and every other style of African hip-hop (there are 1000s of artists with minimal distribution)

    Russian Pop (especially the Middle-Eastern sounding club stuff I
    heard at an Armenian Gyro cart in downtown Portland)

    All eras of French Hip-hop

    The crazy J-Pop and K-Pop Casiocity has played for me

    Chutney Soca

    Bangladeshi Pop

    Dancehall Riddims

    Garage Rap to Grime

    Older Bhangra hits from the 80’s and farther back

    Bootleg Hindi remixes THAT DON”T SUCK!!! (I’ve got thousands that do.)

    Sri Lankan hip-hop

    Any help in these or other areas would be greatly appreciated.

    Thank you,

    IK

  • great dance floors i have cleared

    8/20/06

    Lately I’ve been thinking how amusing it would be to catalogue some of my all time favorite moments of dance floor clearing. Seeing as how there are some memories that have never left me after many years I figured I could open up the joy to all and share these precious moments with you, dear readers. One of the all-time classics was at an Andaz night at the Fez many years ago. Anjali and I have tinkered with the order of our sets at Andaz over the years. Back in the very beginning I would start off the night and we would alternate every hour with her playing the final set. This story I am about to relate to you explains one of the reasons why I now usually play the last hour of the night. I used to try all sorts of things in the 1am-2am hour that would leave a great deal fewer dancers for Anjali to entertain when she went on for her final set. I can remember playing “Fanaa” from the Yuva soundtrack and discovering just how much the crowd was not looking for any sort of Trance vibe that evening. But this next story was the topper.

    The Indian pop star Alisha did an album of Hindi Madonna covers called “Madonna Jadoo” with music by film composer Anu Malik in the early 80’s. Anjali had found a copy covered in dust at Stern’s Music in New York (retail store saddly shuttered now). One listen and I became quite enamored. We have always had a crowd composed at least partially of older-than-average clubgoers. I thought I would be sure to blow some minds both for busting out some old Alisha and some crazy Madonna cover action as well. So proud I was of this idea that I got on the mic and loudly asked “Yo, we got any Alisha fans in the house?” as the strains of some early Madonna cover (Burning Up? Papa Don’t Preach? Can’t remember now.) drifted out of the speakers. There were probably 250 dancers at this point. I watched 200 of them immediately file for the exits. Not leave the dance floor. Not stop to take a breather. Not head to the bar for a final drink. Bolt for the fucking doors. Cleared the place the fuck out. All I could do was stare transfixed as the great cattle stampede headed down the stairs. So if you ever wonder why the Kid is playing the filmi classics during the 2am slot these days, now you know. Thank you Anjali for humoring me in my long and stumbling learning process.

    IK

  • ghetturista happens

    8/20/06

    Did another installment of Ghetturista last night with Anjali and DJ Blackmarks. There were all sorts of confusions about the date between booking agents and the date was moved back and forth. We were confirmed for the end of September after having the August date cancelled but then one and a half weeks ago we find out that they actually wanted us for August after all. Well, one and a half weeks is not a lot of time to promote a one-off party and Anjali and I were heading to Vancouver, BC for the week (Jagga Sweets in Surrey!). Blackmarks hustled, came up with flyers and posters (Thank you, man!) and did some street promotion. Thank you to the people who came out.

    Was looking forward to playing the large patio space at Acme. Unfortunately when we got there we discovered that the one subwoofer (our sole supplier of bass for the evening) had a big tear in the cone and sounded like a flatulant hippopotamus. Damn. I was resting all my sonic hopes for the evening on the subwoofer. We didn’t manage to rustle up any last minute replacements either.

    The evening began slowly with just a handful of tables along the edges of the patio filled with seated patrons. By the time I got up to play there had been no more than a few people doing a little booty shaking around the edges of the space. I started out with some Grime, moved into some Japanese hip-hop and found myself with a small dancefloor. At this point a drunken woman came up to me with her friend and announced that they were part of a large bachelorette party that had just arrived and asked if I could play Young MC “Bust a Move.” Now I DJ weddings and the last one I did proved the power of that song without a doubt, but that is decidely not what Ghetturista is about, and I am nothing if not a DJ commited to theme. I explained that the night was dedicated to international hip-hop and that we might get around to good-old American hip-hop but seeing as how Blackmarks played a bunch in his set I didn’t see myself going there any time soon. Now I try to be polite in these situations but it is hard not to get aggravated. She kept asking me what I could tell her to bring back to her girls so that they would have something to look forward to as far as dancing. I explained that they might be happier in a more mainstream club. “Oh no, we’re not going anywhere else.” Yet she kept wanting some positive news to bring back to her girls. I was flustered and clumsy as I moved on to French hip-hop. This time the dance floor got crowded (New 113 killing it!) and suddenly I’m faced with a mass of dancers. I got a request for Reggaeton (That’s more like it. Someone who knows what I’m about.) and that’s where I went next. The Reggaeton was working so well I went with it for most of my set. I wanted to bust out some Carioca Funk but as soon as I made the transition I lost some of the dancers. I stayed with it anyway until it was time for Anjali to come back on.

    What was funny about the woman from the bachelorette party who got in my face was that once I got everyone dancing she came back to me very apologetic about having bothered me. That was nice. I don’t think anyone has ever come back to apologize after getting in my face. However, she was so drunk that she kept coming up to me all night once I had stopped DJing apologizing over and over for having bothered me. At one point I was sitting with the Cannonator and she apologized to both of us. Then she ended up going up to him alone throughout the night and continued apologizing to him. She kept going up to Anjali all night and telling her how awesome she was. As she was leaving she came up again to thank us and apologize. Alcohol, it’s something else.

    Despite there not being a whole lot of people there the dance floor kept reviving itself up until they shut down the club. Even then there were a group of dancers wondering what to do next. Thank you again to everyone who came out. We had a great crowd. And Blackmarks had a blast.

    Anjali and I will be back at ACME for the September 7th First Thursday edition of BOOTY. It’s a theme party: Treasure Island meets Lord of the Flies.

    IK

  • E3 is on fire!

    8/13/06

    Atlas was last night. Several hundred people on a hot, sunny day and I can’t complain. I was looking forward to hearing E3 play all his latest finds as he has just returned from France. He was even kind enough to bring back some scores for us. (Sniper, yes!) His first set started out with Rai, and then moved into French hip-hop, Dancehall, Balkan beats, a great Sukshinder Shinda track, and the wonderful “Ishq Naag.” Quite impressive and mostly new stuff. There was probably even more to his set that my short-term memory has not retained. Little did I know what he had in store for his second set. He started devastating with Algerian Drum’n’Bass, Arabic Drum’nBass, a sick remix of “Bhangra Fever,” a sitar’n’bass track neither Anjali or I knew, Samba’n’bass, more French hip-hop. His set was so hard and so brutal. I was blown away. Single best set I have seen him play in three years. I would love a mix of it, which I promptly told him. Sick, sick, sick. He was so good I was trying to put off going on as long as possible.

    When I finally did go on after 2am I found myself playing a much harder, faster, more electronic set than I normally do, following what E3 had done. I wasn’t embarrassing myself terribly (allow me my delusions) and I got an energetic desi dancefloor to a “Rang De Basanti” remix, but my final song was a brick for the ages. I have never liked the Mika Singh “Something Something” album but I have been well aware of what a big hit it is. With this in mind I thought people might be up for some Indian cheese-pop bhangra. Well the song “Marge Sohniye” begins atrociously (“Girl when you move you’re . . .”) and I totally flubbed the transition into it for a double whammy of high-suckitude. After this astounding belly flop I had the proud pleasure of watching 80% of the late-night dancefloor immediately form a line to the door. “Bye.” “Goodbye.” “See you later.” The club immediately brought the lights up and I got to feel like the biggest ass on earth. If I could’ve stopped one song earlier I wouldn’t have to have spent the waking moments of the last 12 hours feeling like a complete suck-ass.

    I always bring cheezy stuff because sometimes cheese can be fun, but when it’s not fun, it just sucks. Having cleared many dancefloors in my time I can attest to how the different methods of clearing dancefloors feel for a DJ. Let me tell you that the worst is playing a song that you don’t like, don’t respect, don’t think is any good, but play because you think it is going to work for a particular crowd. That method of clearing a crowd truly eats at the soul of a DJ. It’s one thing to play a great song that people don’t get, is too obscure, or too ahead of its time. At least in that case you can maintain a modicum of self-respect. But when you low-ball it and the crowd steps away and lets the ball hit the floor and roll to a stop, you just suck, and you’re playing shitty music.

    I felt equally horrible after my first set, despite several compliments. I felt completely off-my-game, off-time, and fucking up. One flubbed ball-drop after another. It felt like I was only getting a lukewarm response no matter what I did (people liked the Tigarah, seemingly) and I wasn’t getting a strong sense of where to go with my set. Afterwards I felt like crawling under a rock and hiding. Like I said, people said nice things but for me it felt awful. Time-to-hang-up-the-headphones-bad. Well, next month at Atlas we have the pleasure of hosting DJ Rekha and I play the opening set, avoiding embarrassing myself in front of too many people, hopefullly. Thanks to everyone who came out. Thank you to Jeevan and Todd for being our street team.

    IK

  • finally caught diplo

    8/9/06 – 8/11/06 (Here and there, when I’ve had time.)

    So, having read about Hollertronix and Diplo forever I finally got my first chance to see the man. I’ve been more interested in him than most DJs because of his involvement with the Funk Carioca scene in Brazil. I bought his first Funk Carioca mixtape when it dropped and that was the first taste I got of that sound. I had read about the music years prior in a Latin American music magazine called “La Banda Elastica.” An interview with Manu Chao and David Byrne of all things. They just talked about a funk/hip-hop hybrid out of the favelas. I went around NYC Brazilian stores trying to find the stuff. I didn’t even know that the Funk Carioca scene was different than the Brazilian Hip-hop scene which was about all I was able to find.

    Every time Diplo has played Portland I’ve had a gig or been out of town, so leave it to a Monday night show to finally find me available. I’ve always been curious about the international content of his DJ sets. Anyone who I talked to who caught one of his Portland shows would say that all he played was 80’s and hip-hop. Very disappointing news. So I got a chance to see for myself. First of all I should say that his hour plus set was very dense and it has been several days so I will work with my memory to suss out the details. He consistently played an accapella over a beat to a different song. Sometimes one hip-hop beat with another hip-hop accapella on top. Sometimes an 80’s accapella (“Walk Like An Egyptian” for instance, with the video [over the “Whisper Song” beat?]) over a hip-hop beat. Initially he was just mixing beats and vocals and then he starting scratching in accapellas on DVD that were synched to the original artist videos. The Beastie Boys accapella of Sure Shot was the first video mixing he brought into his set. It was not always possible to tell whether a track was the original beat, a slightly-remixed beat, a beat from another song entirely, or an original Diplo creation. You should know that I own Diplo’s Favela mixes, his Diplo Rhythm 12″, his work with MIA, and about nothing else. I don’t own any of the Hollertronix stuff. I’m sure many of the remixes of tracks I heard during his set are known quantities, remixed by Diplo, but I don’t know ’em.

    He started with a “Badman Pull Up” track that I don’t know because I only know a fraction of the popular dancehall songs. I thought it was a very interesting way to start his set and I perked up my ears. Then he went into a straight 95.5 set going so far as to play the original of “Tipsy” which I found quite underwhelming and dated. Blackmarks commented that the hipsters didn’t even know they were dancing to a mainstream hip-hop set being played all over town every weekend. I don’t presume to know people’s corporate hip-hop radio listening habits so I refrain from judgement. Somewhere in there he played Too Short’s “Shake That Monkey,” Cassie, MIA’s verse from “Grapes,” the aforementioned Beasties video + accapella, a Missy video + accapella (over “Rock the Casbah”), and a Ludacris video + accapella, all over different beats from the original songs. I must stress again that although he did occasionally play a track straight-up, it was usually a mashup of at least one different beat and accapella if not several different accapellas and several different beats.

    He began playing the Cure “Lovecats” instrumental (slightly remixed). I won’t remember everything he mixed with this beat, and I believe there were several mixes with that rhythm. At one point he brought in the Daddy Yankee “Rompe” video + accapella over this beat. Then a reggaeton rhythm track came in along with the accapella and the “Lovecats” beat. It was smooth and there were moments when it all worked together quite well but I still like the original “Rompe” track better. That was the only bit of Reggaeton in his entire set. From the Dancehall opening until the “Rompe” accapella his set had been entirely coomprised of 80’s and hip-hop and despite only playing a minute or two of anything and having so many layers going at the same time I was fairly bored with his M.O.

    At a certain point the familiar sound of the “Think” break entered the picture and things moved into a Baltimore club direction. Now I only have a handful of Baltimore Club tracks and I am mostly ignorant of all the music in that scene. I can’t tell you whether he was playing his own original tracks, or remixes of existing tracks, or straight-up pre-existing tracks. Things were then happening at a much faster pace. The energy level was definitely peaking. In this set he played a “Drop It Like It’s Hot” remix that included all the bits of the chorus that don’t involve the words “Drop It Like It’s Hot.” He also played his remix of Ray Charles’ “I Got A Woman.” My favorite part of his set was during this fast, hard portion that I assumed was all Baltimore Club but it could have involved other current regional dance styles, such is my ignorance. The beats were fast and hard and not straight house. At one point he was playing some sick dancehall vocals over a very fast rhythm. This was the hottest shit I heard all night. Neither Blackmarks or I recognized the rhythm. Maybe it was a straight-up Jamaican riddim, or maybe the accapellas were synched to another rhythm, and maybe it was a Diplo original or someone else’s. Can’t help you there. It was hot and I would like to own it either way. He also played a Pitbull accapella at some point. It was over a very fast, very hard rhythm. I loved it. Was it a new Pitbull track? A Diplo mashup? I don’t know. It was hot. I want it. He played Daft Punk’s “Around the World” accapella, went into the “Technologic” accapella and then into Busta’s “Touch It” track over a sped-up rhythm. At one point I heard a voice say “Smack My Bitch Up.” Not being familiar with mid-period Prodigy I don’t know if he was playing the actual Prodigy track, or a remix, or if that was just a stray vocal. Things were very break-y techno-y for a while there. Didn’t know the tracks. Some time during this very fast part of his set he played a very hard remix of the Marvelette’s “Please Mr. Postman.” It started out looping the part sampled in the Juelz Santana track but then very effectively went into more of the song over a very loud and fast beat. Great crowd response, and then into a similar remix of the Beatles’ “Twist and Shout” synched with an old B&W television performance clip (Anjali says the Ed Sullivan show). The crowd was jumping up and down and going crazy.

    He went back to a hip-hop direction. He played the “Hustlin’” accapella at some point and a “Stay Fly” remix. The only references to Funk Carioca in his set were playing around with the sample of the horns from “Theme From Rocky” used first in Deize’s “Injeção” and then in the MIA “Bucky Done Gun” track before going into the MIA track. It sounded like the original but there was so much awesome bass I wondered if it was a remix. I’d never heard the bass in that track hit so hard. He did play two songs off the Diplo rhythm starting with Sandra Melody and then into the Pantera Os Danadinhos vocal. He wrapped his set up with Le Tigre’s “Deceptacon” mixing in the video + accapella of “Bombs Over Baghdad” throughout the track. Le Tigre sounded as muddy and muffled as my own overplayed vinyl. Somewhere in his set I think he played both his Yeah, Yeah, Yeahs remix and his Bloc Party remix. That’s what I thought they were anyway. I don’t listen to either band. I also remember the Eurhymic’s “Sweet Dreams” beat and the “Blue Monday” beat being mixed with something.

    After CSS stopped playing and before Diplo went on a lot of people seemed to leave. Even though the singer of that band made a point of introducing Diplo there was then a lot of technical wrangling before he actually started performing. As I watched people head to the exits I am reminded of how many times I have begun DJing after a performer as I watch people stream for the exits. I guess that happens to all DJs, even Diplo. He definitely got the crowd going, however. Eventually the place felt full again and there was a lot of dancing on a Monday night. Towards the end of his set people started filling up the stage and dancing next to his DJ set-up. I didn’t see whether they were invited or did this spontaneously. So picture a full dancefloor and a stage full of dancers to imagine how his set finished. There was a lot of applause so he kept playing.

    His encore went in a very oldies direction. He played an Elvis snapping fingers loop with the E-40/Lil Jon “Snap Your Fingers” accapella. He played Surfin’ Bird, he played Dick Dale’s “Miserlou.” Anjali and I left while he was playing “Stand By Me” which appeared to be his last track.

    We had hoped to catch Bondo do Role but despite the way the bands had been listed in the ads, they went on first and we missed them. We saw the beginning of CSS’s set and were so disappointed and unenthused we adjourned to the lounge. Most of the crowd loved them and were thoroughly into their set by the time they got off. They may have been Brazilian but they seemed like Brooklyn hipsters to me.

    IK

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