Recorded on April 28th, 2010 at myTropolis in Pasadena. Straight to the board, mistakes and all. Imagine crowd noises in the background, because the board doesn’t capture that.
A rainy Friday night, a good way into a good bourbon drink, life’s all warm and fuzzy. And out came this perfect little mid-tempo Nu Disko groovester. It makes me very happy every time I listen to it, and that’s pretty much what it’s all about, right?
As always, tracklisting in the lyrics window. Click the pic, let it bounce.
OK, no pussy-footing around. This is straight-up dancefloor material, sticking to a house-friendly groove, but looped and twisted and tossed in a heap somewhere in a back alley. This thing boogies.
As always, tracklisting is in the lyrics window. Click the pic to play.
This one started as the second part of Italian Smiles, but as the tracklist got longer and the BPMs higher, it eventually demanded to be a separate release. After some long but fruitful negotations, we came to an agreement, and here we are.
Horn samples everywhere, long uninterrupted instrumental lines, constant sidetrips into layered rhythms. This is a jazz ensemble playing in the ruins of an auto plant in Detroit.
This one’s very different. A lot of that slow, pretty stuff. Call it Italo-disco, call it Balearic, call it that stuff the kids play these days when they’re not frying their synapses on that awful buzzy noise they call electro. Call it just plain cool, like seabreezes and soft hair.
Ick. I must be getting old.
I’ve been collecting a lot of deeper, more moody stuff lately, and this is the result. Dig in, spread it all over yourself. Don’t worry, you’re soaking in it already. Just don’t turn the lights on.
Click the pic, tickle your pickle.
Hot on the heels of Waiting For Airplanes, because I had way too much good music for just one CD. Play the two back-to-back if you’d like. I would. Clicky-clicky the pic.
Sunday afternoon. 54 new songs, 4 hours ahead of me. 150 minutes in, something happens, and the whole mix disappears. So I start over, with exactly 75 minutes to spare.
This is it. Tight, clean, out the door. Click the picture, get the music.
Here it is kiddies. Entirely created with an Xponent MIDI controller running Torq. No turntables, not CD players, no nothin’. Just me and my music. Click the pic, and enjoy the crunchy goodness.
The CD has about 15 minutes less music than this one. because it wouldn’t all fit on one of those old-school plastic disk thingies. Oh, and it’s mastered slightly differently. Just because.
This was recorded on a fateful night at the Security Lofts. A last-minute gathering, a bunch of friends, one little loft, a crate full of vinyl, played from front to back, all the way through. We played until the neighbors complained, and they’re a very tolerant bunch.
This is probably the last hurrah for my vinyl. I’ve since switched to all-digital (yeah? so?). Watch for the results, coming soon.
