This is kinda ghost music, because Rhodesia doesnt exist anymore on the map. The re-release of this has that part of the title rubbed out in favour of the Zimbabwe categorization. Dumisani Maraire comes through playing some originals and traditional compositions.
this is definitely in the "Oh what are we listening to right now?" sort of pile. always a jam, never a jelly. it's a record of some folk music on another level.....
*cue Jay-Z's "What More Can I Say"
..what more can I say?
Mbira later got harvested into Chimurenga, an electrified and revolutionified version of the genre if you feelin pretty groovy with this one.
++++ ugggy
Sunday 7 December 2014
ESTRELA BRILHANTE
what cbould this strange device be? """classical""" music is often like when you're in chinatown and innocently order a medium or god forbid a large hot and sour soup, and then when it's placed in front of you, you and your entire crew dies in a flurry of super charged gravitons, as you slide down a curve in spacetime created by this soup, so big, so absolutely huge. that's why when i hear something like this, something that presents the hot and sourness in an edible serving size that can be appreciated by beings who didn't evolve near or inside a black hole, i cherish it and remember to refer people to it.
this is one of a series of a few albums by the same people, laurindo almeida (guitar) salli terri (voice) martin ruderman (flute). one day a library was giving them away and i took them on a whim as we should all remember to do. salli terri was born in london ontario, represent. below, hear their mini prog odyssey that would make peter gabriel blush.
THERE'S A FOUNTAIN UP AHEAD, YOU DON'T HAVE TO BEAT THIS HORSE
COMES out the gate, music sounding like war never having had happened. this is called carry the day, by henry threadgill and very very circus plus. henry threadgill is a jazz musician in the "real" "sense", in that he makes it up as he goes along, and it's special.
Dhrupad is a style which tends to be a mode of praise and worship which is raw and no bullshit.
the most unreal hymn possible. if you have ears to listen, there's something special in here.
SECTIONS TO DHRUPAD: ALAP - long drawn out lines improvised and ornamented, unmetered.
JOR - MOTHERFUCKERS NEVER HEARD A BEAT DROP LIKE A GOOD JOR SECTION BEFORE. NOTE: TABLAS PLAYERS BE LURKIN FOR LIKE 20 MINUTES BEFORE THEY GIVE YOU WHATS RIGHTFULLY JORS.
JHALA - if there is Jhala in your Jor, it's like a double brahma. a rhythmic motorboat. keep your ears on the drone note and just trust that things are going to work out for you on the other end. Jhala is when rhythm overtakes melody. very special, like a few grandmothers per child.
It took a couple years before this album really sunk into my ears, and finally the stars are ever present in my domepiece since.