Curious - Various - Kind Of Funk 2 (CD)
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Latest members reviews This is a compilation in three parts. You are not logged, please complete authentication before continuing use forum credentials. Forum user Forum password. Donate monthly and keep PA fast-loading and ad-free forever. It's best to plug in, ride those thrilling chord changes, let the middle lift you high enough that a solution seems near, and then just cry at night, later, when you're alone and your ears are ringing.
The good news is that you can always lift the needle, turn up your stereo, and prove everyone wrong: the good part's just starting. There was more brewing in my exaggerated distaste. On more than one occasion I recognized, with adolescent melodrama, that my dislike of New Order, the Cure, and others was often overpowered by my envy for those who loved that music, who danced to it at Curious - Various - Kind Of Funk 2 (CD), Cagney's, Back Alley Cafe, and the other D.
I didn't admit this to myself as much as I let it roil inside of me, yet another nameless, just-beyond-words discovery added to my overpowering emotional confusion at that age. Nostalgia's a funny thing: though I don't think I'll ever fully warm to the song and the traditions it mined and trails it blazed—some part of tasteit seems to me, is inextricably lined in one's DNA—I melted in the memories.
At once, the guys and girls dancing in my mind's eye weren't antagonists, or foils, but kids finding their true moments and joy on the floor, alone or in couples or threes, moving in whatever blend of adolescent miseries or triumphs, family dysfunction, romantic politics, and weekend drinking or drugging that drove them to the club and that tortured, or animated or inspired them, throughout the drudge of their week.
The feeling was stronger than a fleeting song-as-time-machine memory: surprised, I mournfully recognized myself in those kids, the ones I rolled my eyes at way back then: we're all, then and now, dancing because we can, whatever the music is that's moving us. Nostalgia really means the Curious - Various - Kind Of Funk 2 (CD) desire to return to a home that no longer exists—that ancient, vexing paradox—and those kids' homes, both their complicated bedrooms and the dance floor with its bone-simple pleasures, became vividly clear to me as I idled in my car, in the lousy Hy-Vee parking lot, a thousand years later.
So too did the opening verse of "Blue Curious - Various - Kind Of Funk 2 (CD) become clear, told, as I was now by those long-gone kids now firmly in middle age, how it did feel, and who they are. Though teaching remotely has its considerable advantages, it's been great to get in front of students again, to vibe off off the collective energy, muted though it is, of a group of people eager to hang with each other and to think, talk, and write.
I began my Creative Nonfiction 1 workshop by imitating a cluster that I'd produced earlier, to help the students generate material for subject matter. In my exercise, I'd found myself taking a detour from a subject that I'd hoped to explore toward something unexpected, different yet revealing, and hopefully more valuable in the long run.
Here's hoping that this difficult semester takes an equally surprising turn for the better. I enjoyed some measure of normalcy a couple weeks ago during a brief solo cross-country drive to visit my parents and few close buddies, who I hadn't seen since Few in attendance were masked, and I tried to keep my distance, yet being outdoors, drinking a beer, enjoying a slice, watching competitive baseball, did wonders for my general psyche.
Viva Minor League Baseball. Viva science. We'll get through this. Boundaries of a different sort describe another place where I've aways felt at home: the dive bar.
Let me wander into a small, dark, not necessarily old, joint, sit on a rickety stool near the door on which, preferably, there's a diamond windowallow my eyes to adjust, order a round of cold cheap beer and a shot, control a killer jukebox for a dozen or so songs, and I'm at peace. If there is a TV, it's on but low, hopefully tuned to a baseball game, if we're in season.
In my beloved pub the Oasis, in Rockford, Illinois, the TV's busted, and hangs dark from the ceiling gathering dust. I'll make small talk if I'm in the mood, but I'm usually not, preferring to gaze into my beer as my own company, and follow the current of my my thoughts.
Here, I feel comfortable, whether I'm a regular who the bartender knows or whether I've ducked in to this appealing looking place in a city I'm visiting for the first time. I'm careful to guard against over-valuing the buzzed epiphany, trusting that, as the afternoon or Curious - Various - Kind Of Funk 2 (CD) lengthens, any worthwhile philosophizing I might mutter to myself will be replaced by simple grooving to a good song on the jukebox.
I'm all too aware that romanticizing bars can be dangerous. A decade ago I wrote about my attraction to bars and drinking, and my wariness of both, in "Barfly on the Wall," an essay for Junk: A Literary Fix ; revisiting the piece, I'm struck by how little my attitude has changed, and how my discovery near the end of the piece feels even more urgent to me now.
As an addict is wary of his next sip, her next pain pill, so am I wary of the next indulgent slip into idealizing, because it could be fatal to what I might call the Mature Life. The limitations of indulging bar romance are considerable, then. I guess one can over swim, but the excesses of that pastime aren't nearly as corrosive as overstaying, by years, one's welcome at the corner joint. What of the connections, if any, between swimming in a pool and drinking in a bar?
Both allow me to feel innate and untroubled when I'm on the road—we love visiting local Y's in whatever towns we're staying in on long road trips; hitting a good dive in a strange city, I feel uncannily at home.
Both allow me some measure of solitude in public; both encourage the kind of pleasant, essayistic ambling of the mind from thought to observation and back again; both create a kind of cocoon for me to be present and apart at the same time. I won't indulge in more symbolism or psychological insights than my predilection for pools and dives deserves, except to admit to a certain ambivalence recognizing that, though I'm a social creature, if an introverted one, and a happy, solid husband and a friend to my friends, I often find my most authentic self in my own head.
Of course what I was too young to get beyond an understanding of who made these cools sounds was the singer's sexy confidence, her proud, dug-in defense of her man, the one "we girls know can satisfy," whose goodness, fidelity, and dependability—his dimensional, lasting sex appeal—put flashier guys to shame.
And yet, somehow, much of that joy, swagger, and confidence came though to me anyway, years before the words, and my own maturity, caught up to the groove.
Before my perspective widened enough to understand the playfully aggressive sexual politics at work in the song, its movement, catchiness, and joie de vivre were already saying a lot to me—I just didn't have the language to translate it into anything other than joyful movement.
And I didn't need to. How does music do this? I recently found "Mr. Because we had the 45, we never saw the album—but I bet we would've had a hell of a rollicking response to the original, fabulous cover, too! Thursday, September 30, Learning. Labels: alexander cheeconversationessayessayslearningmargot jeffersonnorthern illinois universityteachingworkshop. Sunday, September 26, Moon, clouds, stars, I want it all! Review by snobb Special Collaborator Honorary Collaborator.
Second half is different and when less funky includes much more free jazz elements. In both cases, "rock" component is quite energetic and heavy sharp jazz-rock. I have a mixed feeling to this album - from one hand I really like that funky groove in their psychedelic jamming, but from the other compositions all are raw and bulky, in fact - just jamming on the edge of noodles.
Nice music for fans of such specific genre, but for me it's often sounds too raw, structureless and sometimes just openly kind of psychedelic rehearsals session. Interesting album but far not for every taste. I as many others immediately assumed this was some sort of offshoot of Christian Vander's Magma, but this is completely different style of jazz rock.
And no operatic singers Curious - Various - Kind Of Funk 2 (CD) weird lyrics. Magma was French and this is German. But this a better album Curious - Various - Kind Of Funk 2 (CD) some of Magma Lps. Hard to find but definitely worth having as an essential in your prog rock collection.
If you like the jazzier stuff Guru Guru did, this is right up your alley. Surprisingly good and modern sounding. Kennedy" is led by bass and drums then the organ comes in ripping it up. I like this. The tempo picks up before 2 minutes followed by a haunting calm. It picks up again with some fuzz this time. Tea" is a little heavier as drums pound in random patterns and organ and bass provide the base.
Fuzz after 2 minutes to the end. I like the background organ. Psychedelic sounding guitar plays over top. Love the groove here. Speaking of groove "Groove Tango Wolperaiso" is up next and it opens with guitar as spacey sounds follow. Experimental sounds come in and are contrasted with the guitar. Sax late. They're spoken at first then he sings as the sound gets fuller. Intricate drum work follows as the vocals stop. Cool song. Light drums join in. It builds. Hip-hop and most of its sub-genres can be defined by where an artist is from and what their lifestyle is — as well as sound and subject matter.
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