Feel Good Lost

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I'm starting to think a certain degree of alienation is created by our music playing devices. Not even from the plugged in tuned out sense. Last year, my main partner in crime and I trooped down through the deep south and onward to New Orleans for New Years and it was a blast. Of course, the full extent of the fun was seen afterwards in reflection (and something of the like is bound to be partaken in again to a grander extent) Lots was learned in the whole ordeal but a particular detail stuck with me afterwards. We started out the venture in hype fashion, lumping Rick Ross and chiefing something major. But as fate had it, a night of madness out on the farm resulted in losing the back window of the car. We opted to trade in the maimed Tahoe for a Buick, something all put together but blessed with a cassette player, a Van Morrison tape and nothing more. We played the life out of that tape. Being stuck with only one option left us with the choice to either like or not and we opted for the former. What is lost in our harnessing of the potential to listen to whatever and ever?  Our impulses can be immediately catered to, which could perhaps create a natural tendency towards uncomfortableness when we initially hear something brand new. Of course we mere mortals love everything thats more familiar to our hearts, ears and mind but conversely, we're always looking for something new. That leads a prevailing hyperconnected attitude that chases but never finds. The music industry only concerns itself with the next big thing, the youtube phenom, that next single instead of realizing and admitting that its Quality that truly sells, not hype, youtube hits or quantity. Who is going to be listening to Justin Beiber in fifty years? Hype these days is equivalent to a wreck on the freeway where folks slow down to watch and then forget all about it. 

Quality isn't hard to come by. You've just got to dig. Slow down and go deeper. The greatest rewards in the world can't be reaped immediately. People focus on the wrecks along the way, while folks like Trent Reznor and Nine Inch Nails tour every major city in the nation and sell out four or five nights in a row. You'll never hear a Nine Inch Song on the radio or see it in iTunes Top 40, but hovering the art is a dedicated fan base that loves them so hard they'll eagerly scoop up every chance to indulge themselves with it while savoring every moment. I didn't mean to get on a yarn about the industry here but there you have it. My issue is with the social reaction toward new noise and the notion that the grass is not always greener on the other side. The next song in the shuffle doesn't hold the key to happiness, especially if you forgo the one playing at the moment. That's why I love minimal techno. The build up is slow and subtle, a tamborine here and hold it now wait...now the horns until shabam, the peak is reached and the great release showers on the disciples below who loves being along for the ride. Fuck barhopping, give me that on a friday night. 

I want to start a mix series on here, something that serves as a common denominator to umbrella a whole slew of sounds from all over. I wonder how much attention it would get but that's no matter, it would at least give me a chance to exercise some adjectives. This song serves as inspiration, since it first stirred the thought in my head over a year ago. DJ Mujava is from South Africa and rumor has it that he recorded this track from a mental asylum. Makes sense given the sinister vibe that oozes behind the blast of dancehall drums and the woobling bassline, which is such a great bassline. This song's great for you folks warbling around today in a postsugar stupor. 

DJ Mujava-Township Funk