ANNE COLE ON BATON 78RPM – EACH DAY

•September 14, 2014 • Leave a Comment

DO NOT SELL AT ANY PRICE – Amanda Petrusich – Independant Book Review

•August 27, 2014 • Leave a Comment

Do not sell at any price by Amanda Petrusich – a book review

Do not sell at any price, available in lots of places..

Do not sell at any price, available in lots of places..

Let’s all get this straight from the start, I bought this book, I was not invited to give my opinion on it, but in the true tradition of peevishness, pugnacity and of irascibility I shall.. so nah!

I shall speak in perpetuum of the interminably un-ending indulgence of this writer’s fondant fancy froufrou, this lady’s lace work of metaphor and of the hyperbole of hype. The replacement of anything corporeal with the mere sweaty glaze of insignificancy.

There is something bothersome about the way in which this stripling (yes I’m downwardly ageist) seeks to engage with the very real world of the record collector. Seeking as she does to share in its glories and it’s potholed routes to discovery. Yawningly. In the terminating pages making reference to the fashionistas disposition for the veracity of the ancient and actual, as opposed to the fraudulent and counterfeit age of the binary digit, she I believe exposes herself for what, perhaps she is, a being lost in the porridge of ‘Bang on Trend’.

Simply Put

There is nothing to this book, it is smoke and mirrors, vapour lifts off it like the fog on page 192. There is no substance, no grit, no spunk (to coin a truly American use of  nomenclature). It’s all chit-chat between occasional highlights of actuality, of record rooms and real people. The distance the writer takes to travel between these moments of joy are as tedious to me as no doubt the miles she assures us she travelled in pursuit of the substance of this padded pillow of a book were, to her.

Takes One To Know One

As you get into the real thing, real collecting and you just are, simply, a real record collector, you see lots of odd shit. People think you’re cool, people aspire to be like you, you see middle-aged guys wearing T-Shirts with Record Deck representations on, but who don’t own an actual player, and who have placed their platters in the attic. In short you learn how to recognise others that really truly and honestly share your interest. Amanda Petrusich claims on a number of occasions within the book that she is thrilled by the acquisition of an item or two, and of missing out on some Charlie Patton tunes on Paramount and other … stuff. I’m sorry, I know it’s churlish, I know it’s bad of me, un-generous and I feel like a schmuck saying it, but I don’t buy it, it doesn’t ring true. She’s a dabbler, and a dabbler can’t have the kind of insight into record collecting that it requires to write something a record collector should read about record collecting.

It’s notable that all the endorsements on the rear of the dust jacket are by other writers, not one is visible from a collector of tunes.

Are there any redeeming features?

Not really. She writes well, it’s just that this was in essence a short article for a magazine of momentary dabblers, not a book for people who want a serious insight. It doesn’t give that, it just scrapes a bit of dust off the surface of the record (metaphor alert) and plays the first bar, before removing it from the turntable; instead of cleaning it thoroughly, playing it, inverting and then re-equalizing the RIAA curve to something akin to the original mastering, playing it through filters to remove as much top end hiss and low-end background as possible, reading on its history, digitizing it and finally cataloguing it by matrices.

It feels like a quick fix, a soundbite, and thusly a product of the present generation. No wonder they struggle to comprehend the depth of the ‘groove’. I can’t help but see with sadness the writer’s work as representative of this present generations’ struggle towards a clear vision of the ‘real’ and of the past as obscured by the ongoing Tsunami of phone Aps, social networking, online content and data management.

It was great reading about Bussard et al though.

Bigmikeydread News – So Long…

•August 17, 2014 • 3 Comments

Dear all just anote for the WWW, as many seem to be searching to find info on Bigmikeydread Reggae Radio.

I have ceased to produce the show, it’s been a gradual and natural ‘death’ and though at it’s peak the show was being downloaded 30,000 times every month and was one of the most popular Reggae podcasts world-wide, beloved by it’s audience I decided that the day had come, when it had run out of juice..

I’m going to be concentrating on creating my own songs, writing as I’ve done very little of this over the last 6-7 years. I’ve got 6 -7 songs down already.. having fun making music and not just playing and listening to it.

 

m

Review – Singing From The Floor – J.P. Bean

•May 26, 2014 • Leave a Comment

singingfromthefloorOn and off I’ve been part of the U.K. ‘Folk Scene’. I have both performed as a dancer and played and sung in a number of local clubs and I was interested to get a deeper insight into the clubs and players and singers who frequented them in the past.

If you take a passing interest you are going to be informed by the book and it features everyone living you could possibly expect to be in it, talking about their experiences; Ewan McColl, Peggy Seeger, Martin Carthy, Ian Campbell, The Watersons, the list goes on.

It is a collection of their views, little more than a vox pops, or transcriptions of their memories and opinions, spoken directly. Unfortunately I think it suffers from this and becomes repetitive and rather pointless. The book in and of itself doesn’t interpret, it makes no assumptions, there is no larger discussion. No digest of the interviewees views. Page after page of text doesn’t really tell you anything new. You knew McColl was controlling, you knew that folk music was linked wholeheartedly with the C.N.D. and with left-wing politics, there is very little of revelation in it.

Possibly the closest I got to a joyful discovery was that Ian Campbell’s sons are the leading lights of UB40, a predominantly white U.K. Reggae ‘supergroup’.

It only confirms the frustration I have always felt with the Folk scene; where traditionalists were only ever sold a different version of the same old story, the same sell, the same hype. Yet pompously they then defended it as immoveable God blessed historically accurate tradition and refused to be swayed by those who wished to create a living breathing self-sustaining musical world. The book confirms one thing, it was folk music that killed off folk music and there is more music of the people and by the people in one Beatles melody than 50 verses of some snoring dirge from the Outer Hebrides.

And yet I feel I’m being overly harsh, for those that were there or those that have surfed dangerously on the edges of folkdom it can be a rather cozy and self satisfying read. As a participant you may have met and talked to those in the book. When they speak you are standing listening; to Martin Carthy, Liza, Martin Simpson, and Ralph Rinzler in my case.

I don’t think the book would attract a newcomer, but it would comfort a past participant and perhaps it did. Maybe I’m just a little too close to the reality of enduring Tina’s performance of her ode to marine mammals ‘seal seal, how does it feel to be a seal‘ to ever fully recover an open mind when it comes to ‘folk music’. I have great difficulty even using the term. To me it’s redolent of homespun sheep’s wool pullovers, real ale, nice people being nice to one another, dishonest suppressions of performers egos, quiet one upmanship, corn dollys and cold nights of tented sleeping next to human repositories of beery methane.

I was kind of hoping that the book might persuade me that I’ve always been a bit wrong, a bit ugly and a bit cynical about the world of Folk, but in the end..

It’s just one of those books you read to the end because you think you should rather than because you really wanted to.

Bigmikeydread Reggae Radio ep 140 – The Show With No Name

•May 25, 2014 • Leave a Comment

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140 Bigmikeydread Reggae Radio – The Show With No Name

Hello all, welcome, ¡hola, hallo, Բարեւ Ձեզ, kaixo, হ্যালো, здравей, Hej & maraba, आपका स्वागत है, bem-vindo

Bigmikeydred Регги Радио рада представить еще одно шоу, чтобы подогреть музыкальные трубы, делать массаж свисток и осторожно тампоном внутренности ваших earholes с сладкими звуками Ямайки и ямайской музыки.

Количество треков будет включать в себя …

Bigmikeydred Reggae Radio is pleased to present another show to whet your musical pipes, to massage your whistle and to gently swab the innards of your earholes with the sweet sounds of Jamaica and Jamaican music.

Tracks will include…

Cimarons – Struggling Man
Sidney Rogers – Jaquelino
Wailers – Get Up Stand Up
Peter Tosh – Stepping Razor
Scotty – Riddle I This
Eddie Ford – Guess I this Riddle
Cornell Campbell – Reach Out Darling
Heptons – Love Without Feeling
Mark Professor – Oystah Card
Bigmikeydread – I Need A Car
Dodgers – Let’s Make A Whole Lotta Love
Rulers – Don’t Be A Rude Boy
Hopeton Lewis – Hardships of Life
Slim Smith – Hip Hug
Skatalites – Lunch Time
Bob Marley – One Cup Of Coffee
Skatalites – Ghost Town
Don Drummond – Street Corner
Roland Alphonso – Freedom Sound
Baba Brooks – Independance Ska

You can donate to Bigmikeydread Reggae Radio here – http://bigmikeydread.podomatic.com/ look down the right hand side and hit the Paypal button.
Your donations are the ONLY funding the show receives and are what keeps it going! – THANK YOU.

You can hook up with the show and Mikey at the Bigmikeydread Reggae Radio Facebook Group – http://www.facebook.com/home.php?sk=group_5364049933

Thanks for listening, and come back soon for the bestest in Jamaican music, chat, sillyness, then and now. – all the best – Mikey

And you can read about interesting stuf on Mikey’s Blog at – http://bigmikeydread.wordpress.com/

139.5 Alternative Inbetweener 2 BMD meets HOR – The Bun and Cheese Anniversay Show

•May 11, 2014 • Leave a Comment

139.5 BMD meets HOR – The Bun and Cheese Anniversay Show

Another alternative inbetweener for youse folks, this time a residency one dark and lightening belicked night in Stratford somewhere..
Ian and I get up to our normal stupidities in the company of the RWMN listenership and the show is offered here as an extra to your nomal listening pleasures.
I will not attempt to list the tracks on the show, but at 3 hours long, you should hopefully find something of interest amongst the shennanigans.

Love from Mike and Ian

You can donate to Bigmikeydread Reggae Radio here – http://bigmikeydread.podomatic.com/ look down the right hand side and hit the Paypal button.
Your donations are the ONLY funding the show receives and are what keeps it going! – THANK YOU.

You can hook up with the show and Mikey at the Bigmikeydread Reggae Radio Facebook Group – http://www.facebook.com/home.php?sk=group_5364049933

Thanks for listening, and come back soon for the bestest in Jamaican music, chat, sillyness, then and now. – all the best – Mikey

And you can read about interesting stuf on Mikey’s Blog at – http://bigmikeydread.wordpress.com/

Mark Professor – Oystah Card

•April 13, 2014 • Leave a Comment

Oystah Card – Tune.. review..

Mark Prefessor, out now, buy it..

Mark Professor, out now, buy it..

There’s a new tune getting spun at Murphy Towers, ‘Oystah Card’, a fun uplift of Jamaican Jerk Mixed U.K. pepper sauce with a dash of humour, a pinch of patois, and a suspicion of hit about it.

And top hole of all… it’s by someone I’ve seen perform on many occasions about the London Reggae revival scene, namely at Tighten Up a night that has morphed about Town for many a year. Mark Byer aka Mark Professor.

It’s got cheek, he rides the riddim like lizard pon a limb, it has a certain Britishness, it’s light, but it’s heavy (ish). It reminds me of that quirky nod and knowing wink that Kilburn and the High Roads had, that was thusly imparted to Suggs and his lot of Mad Men.

Word is Roddy loves it too..

In my role as Bigmikeydread Reggae radio supremo and self inflated fat person people send me ’nuff demo, ’nuff tune, ’nuff stuff, ’nuff already. Mark Professor didn’t, Mark Professor just put together with his crew a tune worthy of spondoolick donations from my very own personal wallet, albeit a Paypal purchase on eBay. Further word is that it’s all but sold out, not a wonder to this here one.

Hear it below..

 

 
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