China? Even though they somehow blended it with capitalism?
For me that is 100% soulful. There's playfulness, humanness, and also explores the dark side, which I'm not sure why but you dudes seem to think that I think is not part of the soul spectrum. Of course it is! And yes we are getting our wires crossed, a lot.
Its not about underground vs pop.
Clinton was a deep dude who said a lot of profound things in his lyrics. Which brings me back to the first thing I said in this thread: soul's the truth. Ring around the bathtub. There's no ring around Carly Jepsen's tub. What is not soul is a dishonest expression of emotion. And I'm not talking about Aretha's planned oohs and ahs, I'm talking about music which is genetically modified to trigger precisely the exact receptors to generate the desired response whilst being completely void of any substance.
Haven't heard it, sorry.
I lived in London for 9 years. Don't forget what I wrote in your are we scared thread man. I'm definitely a pessimist and maybe even a misanthrope for the most part. But one of the few things that still gives me joy is letting go completely to music and dancing and feeling alive. As I'm writing this I'm reminded of my first year in London. Maybe 2002. I was studying drums in Acton amd had a weed dealer called Glen who was from West London or some posh city nearby. Good guitarist. Great taste in music. One day he asked me if I wanted to go and see Maceo Parker at the Barbican. We go, and it's the Barbican so all seated. But it's fkn Maceo Parker and it just felt weird sitting there staring at this powerhouse funk band. Eventually a few people from the front rows started to stand up and dance or at least clap. I looked over at Glen who was this very dry witted dude. He'd have fit right in here. He was looking down at the dancers and I could see he was fighting an urge. I asked if he wanted to go down. He was like nah and kind of chortle through his nose. He did want to, but he was being held back by whatever that force is. He was older and cooler than me so I didn't do anything for a while.. Until I couldn't take it anymore and blurted out 'well guess its just me then' and set off down the stairwell. Him n his mates sniggering. I got right up near the stage, clapped, danced shared smiles with their others doing the same and one of the band and it was brilliant. But I look back up at Glen and he's giving me the stink eye. I was like fuck that, turned around and carried on for the rest of the show. When it was over and we left they were making sly digs about someone wishing they were black. They had to knock it down. I didn't give a fuck, I'd just had a ball.
Cmon man. That isn't it at all. I'm all of the 2nd half. Money is an issue. I'm depressed (once again, pessimistic about the future, misanthrope etc) I just have a release valve. It gets me through.
And anti dissensus?
How can you be anti anti? Surely a place with a name like that should be all about exploring ideas that do not fit wihh your own? Mark Twain said that the true mark of intelligence is being able to entertain ideas opposite to your own as if they were your own.
Yes wihh the right sequence of tracks leading up to it. Give em a little bit of what they like to get em loose and then drop whatever the fuck you want. If it flows it'll work.