william_kent
Well-known member
@luka has banned me from making a 100 because it'd be "99 Psychic TV rarities and one John Holt tune"
but...tonight @WashYourHands has bullied me while I'm in an inebriated state, seems non consensual if you ask me
so, while I'm "tired and emotional" here's at least one of a possible 108 tunes from my "crates"
108: the basis of CREATION, synchronisation with the harmony of the Universe*
* although there's more than one "Universe", we share space with other dimensions, etc.,
COUNTDOWN
108
Drumbago and The Rebel Group - version
drum break and congas lead into a sparse one finger synth melody, bass takes over the melodic duty, one finger synth interjects, rhythm guitar chuggs and snippets of W. Brown's ghostly vocals enjoin us to "join together"
B side of "W Brown" "To Survive"
W. Brown - To Survive
an undercover "Studio One" tune but actually "Brixton Sound" licensed by Coxsone
I was obsessed with Brixton Sound / Drumbago for a short while, still am even still
on my last visit to London me and the love of my life visited Camden, she got to visit the Goth shop where the slimelight lady works and we ate at the Vietnamese cafe and and then I demanded we visit "Out Up Out On The Floor", the home of the "Tuff Scout" label and ebay seller who I never bother bidding on because I can't afford the final prices, but I got talking to the guy behind the counter and he told me that "Drumbago"pops in now and again, so it seems you London lot live alongside more than one genius
W. Brown: "enjoy the sun and moon and stars"
word associated memories, early 90s, post club, Hulme precinct and the guys from the Kitchen would set up a sound system and some dude would chant the "sun and the moon and the stars" while spangled ravers climbed up and danced on the roofs of the chippy and the hardware shop and black marias circled round and puzzled old folk would walk by on their way to fetch a pint of milk and a morning paper at 6 am when the paper shop opened
( this would all make sense if you'd ever experienced "white doves" )
once they set up on a patch of grass and played the house version of the bassline from that ESG tune for hours on end while chanting "the sun and the moon and the stars" and a BMW pulled up and a pimp and his stable spilled out and for one moment we were all one, united in house, before they headed back to their dark reality of exploitation
but...tonight @WashYourHands has bullied me while I'm in an inebriated state, seems non consensual if you ask me
so, while I'm "tired and emotional" here's at least one of a possible 108 tunes from my "crates"
108: the basis of CREATION, synchronisation with the harmony of the Universe*
* although there's more than one "Universe", we share space with other dimensions, etc.,
COUNTDOWN
108
Drumbago and The Rebel Group - version
drum break and congas lead into a sparse one finger synth melody, bass takes over the melodic duty, one finger synth interjects, rhythm guitar chuggs and snippets of W. Brown's ghostly vocals enjoin us to "join together"
B side of "W Brown" "To Survive"
W. Brown - To Survive
an undercover "Studio One" tune but actually "Brixton Sound" licensed by Coxsone
I was obsessed with Brixton Sound / Drumbago for a short while, still am even still
on my last visit to London me and the love of my life visited Camden, she got to visit the Goth shop where the slimelight lady works and we ate at the Vietnamese cafe and and then I demanded we visit "Out Up Out On The Floor", the home of the "Tuff Scout" label and ebay seller who I never bother bidding on because I can't afford the final prices, but I got talking to the guy behind the counter and he told me that "Drumbago"pops in now and again, so it seems you London lot live alongside more than one genius
W. Brown: "enjoy the sun and moon and stars"
word associated memories, early 90s, post club, Hulme precinct and the guys from the Kitchen would set up a sound system and some dude would chant the "sun and the moon and the stars" while spangled ravers climbed up and danced on the roofs of the chippy and the hardware shop and black marias circled round and puzzled old folk would walk by on their way to fetch a pint of milk and a morning paper at 6 am when the paper shop opened
( this would all make sense if you'd ever experienced "white doves" )
once they set up on a patch of grass and played the house version of the bassline from that ESG tune for hours on end while chanting "the sun and the moon and the stars" and a BMW pulled up and a pimp and his stable spilled out and for one moment we were all one, united in house, before they headed back to their dark reality of exploitation
