Australian-based beatmaker/producer MXXWLL operates in a post-D’Angelo world; the nu-soul groove that is on the R’n’B tip always but has notes from hip-hop, funk and sinewy digital-Prince era vibes. Read More
Winter Is For Lovers
Anti / Epitaph
If this lockdown hasn’t already recalibrated how we feel and what we know is real then I’m painfully aware of that now as I throw almost my full support behind a brand new Ben Harper album. Read More »
My Octopus Teacher [Music From The Netflix Documentary]
Maisie Music Publishing, LLC
I was listening to Pip Adam’s podcast. Because I like to listen to Pip Adam’s podcast. She has good guests. She gives good chat. She likes good books (and writes good books) and it’s a fun way to spend 40 minutes (or so). Particularly while walking. (I love podcasts best when I’m walking). The other day I was out walking with Pip Adam’s podcast (it was on my phone and in my ears – it’s not an actual person). And right when I got to Pip Adam’s house (which is not that far from my house) I had this thought, almost out loud, I said (but just to myself, just to be clear) wow, imagine if I bumped into Pip Adam right now while I had her voice in my head already. I smiled (to no one) and then kept walking. Before the end of the street I bumped into…you guessed it…Pip Adam. I told her the story. She laughed and said that was a classic Aro Valley thing to have happen. She said she was sick of everyone and everything generally – and that is why she had bought three peanut slabs and a head of broccoli. We said goodbye and I carried on listening to her voice on her podcast in my ears and on my phone and via my headphones. And then the guest, Luke Buda, explained that he was listening to a previous episode of Pip Adam’s podcast while he was on his way to be recorded for that particular episode of Pip Adam’s podcast. (And how that was such an Aro Valley thing). And just as he finished saying that on Pip Adam’s podcast I looked up to see the real-life Luke Buda driving past and flicking me up the devil-horns the way he always does when he sees me (regardless of whichever podcast is on at that time).
Phil Collins, In The Air Tonight [Single] (1981)
I used to own the reissued 12” single and I regret selling it off. But that’s the nature of record-collecting, of owning, trading and of fading in and out of interest with certain acts. When I bought it Phil Collins was almost entirely thought of as not cool. There was no new wave of re-appreciation. Now the vote is split. People of a certain age are really quick to point out how dreadful they are sure he is (without really listening, of course – they’re bugged by his big radio singles and by his mugging, his smugness). But there are open-minded and younger music listeners enjoying the use of Collins rhythms in hip-hop or just digging the songs – or at the least acknowledging him as a pioneer of drum-programming. My son got really into Phil Collins which re-sparked my interest. I come and go with any of these things – a fan for years. And then one day I decide it’s over, at least for a bit. I need a break. Anyway, all of this is to say that Collins has been on my stereo a bit in the last few years – and the reissue of his debut album was a chance for me to stretch out a bit and try to consider his importance (and certainly the importance or at least the brilliance of that album). Sometime around that time I found this 7” single and bought it – just to have. I like the album opener from his debut, its ubiquity means I’m never in a rush to hear it but I like it when I do. And I dig the b-side as well. Again, I’m never hanging out to hear it but I like it when it happens. And so now I have this cheap 7” single. A little souvenir. Artefact. Read More »
Jonathan Besser – Jade String Quartet
Besser String Quartets
I’ve been listening to Jonathan Besser’s music across the last two decades – he’s been active in music for at least as long ago, moving fluidly through jazz, klezmer, gamelan, composing for small and large combos, making soundtracks and soundscapes. There’s an emotional resonance, always, to his music. Read More »
This Friday at Wellington’s Pyramid Club there’s a multi-media showcase of music, projections and film – including the premiere of the film ‘Solar’ by Baxter Gray.
A film about a future that we hope will never occur its themes of isolation, xenophobia and a post climate-change world are of course very real; a reflection of fears and thoughts of the future.
There will also be work from experimental artist Kodama 木 – sonic landscapes with an otherworldly essence. Kodama 木 explores deeply layered atmospheres which invite introspection and presence. Listeners will be taken on a dreamy celestial journey. Read More »
I love Lambchop so much that even the thought of Kurt Wagner trying to croon via a vocoder wasn’t going to put me off…until they went to that well once too often (ie: twice) and I just haven’t really been able to care about the last few Lamchop albums – haven’t hated them at all but haven’t remembered them; I feel like that’s the worst thing that can happen when it’s an artist you love. Read More »
Little Feat, Time Loves A Hero (1977)
It was only recently that I was bemoaning the fact that I didn’t have all of the classic-era albums by Little Feat. Love that band. You read a word you’ve never read before – or hear someone say it and next thing it’s everywhere and you can’t work out if it’s suddenly in vogue or if it was always there and you just weren’t previously aware of it, right? Well, on the day I mentioned that I had to find the final Feat album I wanted that had thus far evaded me I walk into a record store and there it is. I’m not even – consciously – looking for it. But it’s the first album in the ‘L’ section on that day. Maybe it always was. Maybe it had always been there. Anyway, what an album and now I have the set that I want. Such a band! Read More »
Michael Hutchence of INXS died 23 years ago.
I remember it well. We drove from Wellington
to Hawke’s Bay to celebrate a mate’s 21st.
It all got pretty loose, as it always did – on the
way up we teased one of our friends about how
we were not going to stop the car, he needed
a piss and we gave him an empty bottle to fill.
At the party I jokingly engaged in a bit of
silly play-fighting with a pal and cracked his
head against the fence. He wasn’t pleased.
Bear with a sore head. Down to the pub after
the main events and zombie-like stumbling around
in the wee small hours for a last scrap of the fun
that had long since departed, had been drained
from the bottle. It felt like the longest drive home
the very next day, the car buckling under
the weight of five hangovers. And we stopped
in Levin – fuel for the car and for us all.
The radio told us Michael Hutchence was dead.
And we stared at our feet as we thought of the
hits. Now we are older than he’ll ever be.
Some of us have achieved almost as much as he did.
Some of us won’t ever get close. We’ve all
done better than him in lasting longer though.
An important metric – in some ways. And
back then, when he heard his sad news, it wasn’t
a given this poem would definitely happen.
Riki Gooch: NGĀ TUONE
St. Peter’s on Willis, Wellington Jazz Festival
Friday, November 22
I’m not sure I’ve ever met anyone else that thinks about music the way Riki Gooch does. You can pile up any of the usual clichés – the music flows through him, he is a conduit for groove, he lives and breathes it, he is the music; the music is (in) him. All of this is true and yet transcends any notion of cliché. Read More »