The next mix I make will be 80 minutes of this song on repeat.
Definite warm and lush little earworm, this one.
Ryo Fukui’s “Early Summer” pops up in the sidebar of Youtube all the time. It doesn’t matter if I’m listening to reggae, jazz, soul, or watching a fucking Gordon Ramsay video about shallots (/shall lots/). Of course, as anyone can attest to, once you press play you realize that Youtube has you correctly pegged the entire time. Ryo Fukui is incredible and “Early Summer” is a dizzying masterpiece. This is the song that makes non-musicians like me wish they played piano for the sole purpose of practicing this piece and only this piece. This way if I happen across a piano at a friend’s place and someone asks, “Hey do you play piano?” I can say, “Well not really but I do know this one song.” In my dreams at least.
The Raga Malkauns is described as a “midnight melody, lively and vivacious in character.” I’ve heard other versions of this raga, including an excellent interpretation by Don Cherry, but this is the absolute tits. If I owned 25 K speakers (and this album), I would be blasting this every night with a cigar in my mouth and a smile on my face.
I wouldn’t call San Jose a hot bed for hip hop. Charizma and Peanut Butter Wolf tried to prove that theory wrong in the early 90s and Antwon is doing his thing in 2013.
Have you ever found yourself listening to Sister Nancy and thinking, “Man, I wish this had more sitar.”
This is probably the one and only time I will ever say this: Stevie Wonder’s version CAN’T Touch this. I believe Stevie co-wrote this tune (probably when he was either 7 years old or still in the womb) but Tammi Terrell owns it without debate. The song was not even released, just packed away in some Motown vaults along with other dope material. You don’t need me to describe it to you. It’s right there. Just press play.
Some months ago, M and I attached a GoPro to the hood of our car and went for a drive down to Big Sur. The camera was tilted in a way that would capture the coastline in a forward moving manner (i.e. diagonal). When we checked out the footage a few days later, it felt underwhelming. After all, we had just seen all of this stuff in person, windows down, hair in the wind…etc. But with the simple addition of a Tycho song, that footage became a hypnotically beautiful meditation. I offer you the following track from an Oakland homie named Glenn Jackson. It’s got all the qualities to turn a so-so video of the coastline into the most beautiful fucking thing you’ve ever seen.