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This week the New York MOOKS Report jumped on a bus and rode two hours out to the neighbouring city of Philadelphia. We were going to a picnic hosted by hometown heroes the Roots, who would be joined by a slew of luminaries that the band picked up along the way. There are not too many times when braving the hellish experience that is the Chinatown bus is warranted, but the thought of seeing Wu-Massacre (Ghostface Killah, Method Man and Raekwon) was reason enough for us.
Brain Children are a fascinating musical proposition. Brain Children is the brain child of Michael Mate and Maxwell Crumb, two Melbourne music veterans who’ve completely ruined their lives by relentlessly peddling their musical wares across the globe. Indeed, these young men have spent the majority of their youths and adulthoods on tour, cutting their teeth on bad roads, sticky floors and ramshackle stages. These years of extended poverty have created a degree of musical knowhow and a lack of pretense that certainly sets them apart from their bovine contemporaries.
Meet Hello Mother F*&king Nasty, an illustrator who’s making a new name for himself with his unique employment of all things creative. When trying to dig deeper, in search of some report-style info, Hello MF Nasty was cryptic in his answers, leaving me with more questions than I intended to ask. It’s refreshing not to be verbally abused with philosophical arty explanations that always leave me with too much to write about, yet nothing real to share. And without much elaboration on the ‘what’s and why’s’ I had written down, it really comes down to self interpretation with Hello MF Nasty’s art work. Art is subjective, and it’s empowering to be given the liberty to make up one’s own mind whether there is some bigger meaning, or if things really are sometimes as they seem.
With the 2010 FIFA World Cup kick-off only 27 days away, things are heating up in Cape Town and our streets are already beginning to fill up with overseas fans eager to swipe some plastic and hand over notes all in a united love for the South Africa’s generous exchange rate. Diversity is waiting to be discovered, each corner promising new smells, sounds and tastes in abundance.
For one weekend in May each year, the seaside city of Brighton becomes the destination for hundreds of bands, thousands of fans and trainloads of music industry folk. They all come flocking southwards to check out the three-day showcase of the hottest acts from around the world who are on the brink of breaking the big time. Each venue in Brighton transforms into a stage for the event and impromptu guerrilla gigs take place in mysterious places like down in the tunnels below the pier, publicised by text messages which circulate around the punters.
In the Colombian Caribbean coast, the black population used to dance a music called Cumbia. During the dance the man tried to seduce the woman. He used his straw hat, the same one he use to wear during the long hours bent down working in the fields, in an elegant and respectful gesture to invite the girl. Invariably, she would smile and constantly get close to the man, just to turn her back in a sensual way, followed by her large white skirt that describe amazing circles in the air. The man keeps on trying to seduce and the girl to accept and running away at the same time. |
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