This classic psych tune started to play in my head when wandering at the endless beaches of Kolka, Latvija. Black Sand from the same album is more dancefloor oriented with beautifully bounding drum and wah-wahs.
You probably won’t understand a word of what this guy’s shouting other than ‘zero’. Well, that’s all he ever wasn’t. One of the most celebrated Portuguese pop artists, Paião put aside a career as a doctor of Medicine to fully devote himself to music, his true passion; and, oh boy, was he an outstanding songwriter. Wish you could understand how he magically always got the words together.
Died in a car crash aged 30, on his way to a show.
I’ll be spinning vinyls at the 4th of June at my favourite spot in the universe – the Uus Õu garden in Tartu, Estonia and later in the night at the vibrant Genialistide Klubi. Even if everything is most likely going to be totally awesome all the time with happy people everywhere, maybe it’s still ok to play some melancholic records? In the picture California fashions of 1967.
1976 is the year i was born. During that summer Italy was already invaded by a countless number of disco tunes. Some went mainstream, others are now forgotten, and are being slowly rediscovered. It was also a period when the boom of local or clandestine radio stations was at its glorious beginning. We have to thanks these small, often improvised activities, if some local or less famous disco records arrived to our days, resurfacing as cult items. In fact it was more usual that this kind of tunes were played where there was not a sort of market to follow, but only the taste of a DJ, or radio host. This was probably the case of a record i discovered one month ago. I was in my hometown, Carrara, and there was a small flea-market. Not a lot of interesting things in it, but i noticed a small desk crammed with posters and old records. Many were 7″, and some quite obscure. Not a lot of disco, but i found 9 records which satisfied my research. Asking to the seller where he had found all these rare stuff, he said me he acquired the entire stock of an old local radio station. Among the records i found there was one which by now is not yet on Discogs website. It is a 7″, with track Amor Amor Amor by Andy Morgan on A-side, a very cheesy cover of Rod McKuen classic, and one called Pagurus, by Hermit Bernard Band, on B-side. Label is Rifi, and year of release is 1976. Ah, cult composer Enrico Intra is behind this last track. This is the one i will let you listen now. So, just go back to Carrara in 1976, and discover what a local radio host could’ve made my fellow citizens listening in the summer of 1976 (in the picture, a late 60s postcard of Carrara beachfront, with a dancing on the left).
According to a recent poll by the British Council, culture and history are seen as UK’s most attractive features. Weather and food are the worst. The Brits are very polite but they have bad drinking and eating habits.
Shakespeare, the Queen and David Beckham are their biggest cultural icons. We disagree. Far more important: Biddu Orchestra.
Everyone supports the freigeistige Weltanschauung (free-spirited ideology) and Arbeiterbewegung (labor movement), and celebrates the coming of spring with an offical Blumenstrauß (bunch of flowers), Grußkarte (greeting card) and Amiga label funk tracks like this one.
A horrific source of hilarity and embarrasment for Finns in 1977, this cover of the Biddu-penned Now Is The Time by Jimmy James and the Vagabonds kicks off merrily with “Shove straight in, straight into action!”. Vulgarity like that was no big news during the era – on the radio singers were shouting out lines like “I got he biggest firehose around and I’m diving into the fire!” and “Greetings from my asshole!”.
In the picture Danny poses with his barely legal girlfriend Armi. She couldn’t handle the lifestyle and drank herself to death.
Delirious battering rams for the senses, the best of the Shaw Brothers kung fu epics were a huge influence on the art of Pierre&Gilles. It’s all there in the likes of King Boxer/The Five Fingers of Death (Tian Xia Di Yi Quan, 1972), The New One-Armed Swordsman and The Intimate Confessions of a Chinese Courtesan – check the glittering surfaces, the candyfloss colors, the decorous compositions and the golden skin tones of the good guys.
Musically, the themes were a mad mix of Morricone-y melodies, burning hot beats and crazy arrangements. Disco was one leap away.
As yet, we do not have Overfitting Disco Awards, an event that could be recognized as the preeminent multi-cultural awards show from the outsider point of view. The awards could celebrate the accomplishments of the less ordinary in the fields of music, literature and film and also honor individuals or groups who promote or promoted disco-ness through creative endeavors. Listeners could vote on the winners.
The disco artist of the year – Madonna? Never, she was always all about money and generally being a cow. I could well imagine Michele Del Vecchio getting quite a few votes with this 1979 track, though.