Flaskaland
Friday, April 30, 2004
Saturday Reading Room Now Open
Browse through some enticing titles on African music.
P.S. I apologize for the lack of updates this past week. When I haven't been working like crazy, I've had the flu, and when I've had some time, blogger wouldn't allow me to post anything. Sorry about the state of things.
¶ 4/30/2004 10:05:00 PM
Browse through some enticing titles on African music.
P.S. I apologize for the lack of updates this past week. When I haven't been working like crazy, I've had the flu, and when I've had some time, blogger wouldn't allow me to post anything. Sorry about the state of things.
¶ 4/30/2004 10:05:00 PM
Wednesday, April 21, 2004
(In A Graceful Ascent Away From the Maelstrom Below)
More Wunnaful Radio News Dept:
My name's Barbara. Come fly with me.
You have been recruited for basic listening duties by Air America Radio, the new nationwide radio station -- and believe you me, it's not your usual media!
My friends, I am proud to say I have been recruited by Air America Radio. Soon, you will hear my cultural commentaries spoken aloud in my own fractured voice, to be broadcast nationwide through the airwaves that float freely and uninhibited over our nation.
Beginning this coming Friday nite April 23, I'll be contributing my cultural spin on music (at least once in awhile) on "So What Else Is News?" which airs from 7-8 PM. This time out, I'll be talking mostly about the great lady singer/songwriter, none other than Essra Mohawk herself. And her latest album You're Not Alone (Evidence Records) and of course you'll get to hear some of her music in addition to my canny cultural insights. At least, that's what they told me.
And, citizens, to lay it straight on the line, I'm now recruiting you into service. First, for basic Air America Radio listening duties. Then, depending on how well you do with that, only the sky's the limit.
If you aren't in easy radio zone, check for yourself and see -- the station also streams on the internet.
Here are the coordinates:
Come fly with me,
Barbara Flaska
proud conscript in the service of Air America Radio!
4-22 UPDATE: Be sure to listen on the web at 4pm to hear it.
¶ 4/21/2004 03:41:00 PM
More Wunnaful Radio News Dept:
My name's Barbara. Come fly with me.
You have been recruited for basic listening duties by Air America Radio, the new nationwide radio station -- and believe you me, it's not your usual media!
My friends, I am proud to say I have been recruited by Air America Radio. Soon, you will hear my cultural commentaries spoken aloud in my own fractured voice, to be broadcast nationwide through the airwaves that float freely and uninhibited over our nation.
Beginning this coming Friday nite April 23, I'll be contributing my cultural spin on music (at least once in awhile) on "So What Else Is News?" which airs from 7-8 PM. This time out, I'll be talking mostly about the great lady singer/songwriter, none other than Essra Mohawk herself. And her latest album You're Not Alone (Evidence Records) and of course you'll get to hear some of her music in addition to my canny cultural insights. At least, that's what they told me.
And, citizens, to lay it straight on the line, I'm now recruiting you into service. First, for basic Air America Radio listening duties. Then, depending on how well you do with that, only the sky's the limit.
If you aren't in easy radio zone, check for yourself and see -- the station also streams on the internet.
Here are the coordinates:
Come fly with me,
Barbara Flaska
proud conscript in the service of Air America Radio!
4-22 UPDATE: Be sure to listen on the web at 4pm to hear it.
¶ 4/21/2004 03:41:00 PM
Monday, April 19, 2004
A bit behind in my reading because I've had the flu
More for the future of radio dept.
Rock and Roll Report delivers some well-deserved glowing accolades to the beloved innanet station Radio Paradise, who have just been discovered by none other than Time Magazine Read all what Rock and Roll Report has to say, he was onto them early on and knows a good trend when he hears one!
(More wunnaful radio news hopefully coming our way real soon)
¶ 4/19/2004 09:48:00 PM
More for the future of radio dept.
Rock and Roll Report delivers some well-deserved glowing accolades to the beloved innanet station Radio Paradise, who have just been discovered by none other than Time Magazine Read all what Rock and Roll Report has to say, he was onto them early on and knows a good trend when he hears one!
(More wunnaful radio news hopefully coming our way real soon)
¶ 4/19/2004 09:48:00 PM
Friday, April 16, 2004
Budding Music Historian Runs Aground Pondering the Manifested Destiny
(or Who Really Wrote the Book of Love?):
Will the Creator of Modern Music Please Stand Up?
(via Arts Journal Daily, who probably knows exactly who it was put the ram in the rama lama ding dong and isn't the least bit pretentious about it)
¶ 4/16/2004 08:48:00 PM
(or Who Really Wrote the Book of Love?):
Will the Creator of Modern Music Please Stand Up?
(via Arts Journal Daily, who probably knows exactly who it was put the ram in the rama lama ding dong and isn't the least bit pretentious about it)
¶ 4/16/2004 08:48:00 PM
Saturday, April 10, 2004
From Cheek (4-9-04):
Loud Music
My stepdaughter and I circle round and round.
You see, I like the music loud, the speakers
throbbing, jam-packing the room with sound whether
Bach or rock and roll, the volume cranked up so
each bass note is like a hand smacking the gut.
But my stepdaughter disagrees. She is four
and likes the music decorous, pitched below
her own voice-that tenuous projection of self.
With music blasting, she feels she disappears,
is lost within the blare, which in fact I like.
But at four what she wants is self-location
and uses her voice as a porpoise uses
its sonar: to find herself in all this space.
If she had a sort of box with a peephole
and looked inside, what she'd like to see would be
herself standing there in her red pants, jacket,
yellow plastic lunch box: a proper subject
for serious study. But me, if I raised
the same box to my eye, I would wish to find
the ocean on one of those days when wind
and thick cloud make the water gray and restless
as if some creature brooded underneath,
a rocky coast with a road along the shore
where someone like me was walking and has gone.
Loud music does this, it wipes out the ego,
leaving turbulent water and winding road,
a landscape stripped of people and language-
how clear the air becomes, how sharp the colors.
(Stephen Dobyns) ¶ 4/10/2004 07:23:00 AM
Loud Music
My stepdaughter and I circle round and round.
You see, I like the music loud, the speakers
throbbing, jam-packing the room with sound whether
Bach or rock and roll, the volume cranked up so
each bass note is like a hand smacking the gut.
But my stepdaughter disagrees. She is four
and likes the music decorous, pitched below
her own voice-that tenuous projection of self.
With music blasting, she feels she disappears,
is lost within the blare, which in fact I like.
But at four what she wants is self-location
and uses her voice as a porpoise uses
its sonar: to find herself in all this space.
If she had a sort of box with a peephole
and looked inside, what she'd like to see would be
herself standing there in her red pants, jacket,
yellow plastic lunch box: a proper subject
for serious study. But me, if I raised
the same box to my eye, I would wish to find
the ocean on one of those days when wind
and thick cloud make the water gray and restless
as if some creature brooded underneath,
a rocky coast with a road along the shore
where someone like me was walking and has gone.
Loud music does this, it wipes out the ego,
leaving turbulent water and winding road,
a landscape stripped of people and language-
how clear the air becomes, how sharp the colors.
(Stephen Dobyns) ¶ 4/10/2004 07:23:00 AM
"... sounds that continue to cycle through a musical culture informed by nostalgia and sampling, wherein all music past is eternally present. These players built their careers on an ability to be both extraordinarily present and completely invisible -- an ability appropriate to the making of music, the most ethereal art. (It is made literally of air.)
"Studio musicians were not interested in becoming 'stars' ", bassist Carol Kaye, one of the few women to be part of this world, writes on her Web site. "We were part of the process in business to make people into 'stars'. " And yet something beats within the American breast that finds such modesty . . . suspicious, tragic, even perverse -- that demands credit where credit is due, longs to hear the unsung hero sung, the secret identity revealed."
LA Weekly's Robert Lloyd provides a brief history of a disappearing breed, the studio musician: time of the session (When the music was fast, and the players anonymous).
(via AJD)
¶ 4/10/2004 06:56:00 AM
"Studio musicians were not interested in becoming 'stars' ", bassist Carol Kaye, one of the few women to be part of this world, writes on her Web site. "We were part of the process in business to make people into 'stars'. " And yet something beats within the American breast that finds such modesty . . . suspicious, tragic, even perverse -- that demands credit where credit is due, longs to hear the unsung hero sung, the secret identity revealed."
LA Weekly's Robert Lloyd provides a brief history of a disappearing breed, the studio musician: time of the session (When the music was fast, and the players anonymous).
(via AJD)
¶ 4/10/2004 06:56:00 AM
OJR's deeper than usual look at teaching online journalism
(with many great background resources if you're thinking you want to start your own online magazine)
¶ 4/10/2004 05:58:00 AM
(with many great background resources if you're thinking you want to start your own online magazine)
¶ 4/10/2004 05:58:00 AM
The Okie from Coney Island
A NY Times Book Review gives the new Woody Guthrie biography the treatment.
¶ 4/10/2004 05:54:00 AM
A NY Times Book Review gives the new Woody Guthrie biography the treatment.
¶ 4/10/2004 05:54:00 AM
Friday, April 09, 2004
Mercy's Somewhere in the Middle Dept.
Still writing when I can about music. My two abbreviated takes on Pancho Quinto and the Rough Guide to Brazilian Electronica.
Mostly, today's post is an abbreviated excuse that allows me to pay attention to the new online magazine edited by Luis Rodriguez, which I was hipped to via email.
"Luis Rodriguez is the best-selling Latino author in the U.S. He is a contributing editor at Rock & Rap Confidential. He runs Tia Chucha's Cafe Cultural in the San Fernando Valley of Los Angeles.
"Now Luis is the editor of a new on-line magazine, Xispas: Chicano, Art, Culture, and Politics. This doesn't mean Chicano to the exclusion of everyone else. On the contrary, it means Chicano in the context of embracing everyone else. Check it out at www.xispas.com."
(courtesy of rock and rap confidential)
While at Xispas, be sure to take some time with this read: "The Music Never Stops: A History of Xicano Music" by Chuy Varela.
¶ 4/09/2004 10:40:00 PM
Still writing when I can about music. My two abbreviated takes on Pancho Quinto and the Rough Guide to Brazilian Electronica.
Mostly, today's post is an abbreviated excuse that allows me to pay attention to the new online magazine edited by Luis Rodriguez, which I was hipped to via email.
"Luis Rodriguez is the best-selling Latino author in the U.S. He is a contributing editor at Rock & Rap Confidential. He runs Tia Chucha's Cafe Cultural in the San Fernando Valley of Los Angeles.
"Now Luis is the editor of a new on-line magazine, Xispas: Chicano, Art, Culture, and Politics. This doesn't mean Chicano to the exclusion of everyone else. On the contrary, it means Chicano in the context of embracing everyone else. Check it out at www.xispas.com."
(courtesy of rock and rap confidential)
While at Xispas, be sure to take some time with this read: "The Music Never Stops: A History of Xicano Music" by Chuy Varela.
¶ 4/09/2004 10:40:00 PM
