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Blacktooth Records Presents: COLLECTIVE NASTY (Summer Mix)

 

A dedicated mix that is only possible due to being around people who dig deeply for tunes, in addition to incessant solo searching and cross-country transversing.

Respect the collective (un)consciousness and down with monocultures. Track listing and download/Spotify link after the jump. (Note: The track listing differs from the BT site to Spotify, so you get a little variety for your visits. Tarragon vs. cardamom.)

More to come & peace.


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Say Lady, Say: Natalie Prass, Lilly Lomein, Sarah Carter, and Odessa Jorgensen on Femininity, Music and Monistat.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

You get a lot of listening and a lot of taking when you sit down with awesome women and ask them about music. I did just that the other night with some of the finest in town. (Full disclosure: all close friends, one lover, and I’ve played – currently or in the past – for all of them.)

The impetus for the conversation stemmed from a desire to hear what ladies I knew had to say about music. The in/equality, the un/fairness, and the sweet, fun aspects of it. I wanted to have a more robust understanding of it all, to get some knowledge dropped on me, which is precisely what happened. The content ranged from the wildly unpredictable to what you would expect. But it’s all fantastic. These are sharp ladies with surfeit knowledge about a razor thin subject and they do it all gracefully. In addition to what’s below, we also hit on Laurie Anderson, Janet Weiss/Sleater-Kinney, Carol Kaye, Lower Dens/Dirty Projectors, Tina Weymouth, and Madonna (they were all torn as to the opinion on her). It was a great chat, one that caused genuflection, and I’d like to share with it with you all.

These ladies are all at different points as to how they engage with music, thus the interesting fodder. You can download/listen to a track by each of them and their bands – as well as links/additional info – after the jump (click the German below).


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Jerkwater Burg

The evening of November 3, Open Gallery – here in Nashville – will play host to an environment built up of corporeal experience. ‘Jerkwater Burg’ is the collaboration of Nashville artists, under the guise of Blacktooth Records (in the archival sense), who work in varying mediums, combining their abilities in order to manipulate multiple senses with the hope of wholly influencing and enhancing the physiological, psychological, and emotional state of its audience. It is not a gallery showcase, but a temporary hyper-reality, designed to encourage its inhabitants to feel something new, something strange.

In ‘Jerkwater Burg’ an attempt is made to house an environment not unlike what Alan Watts described as, “the experiencer and the experience becoming a single, ever-changing, self-forming process,” one where the situation is familiar – semiotically, artistically, etc. – but unlike the unification of the place and person, we desire a slight discomfort with what we call the Arpeggio of Meaning while still holding belief in the singular experience. Magical. Curious. Off-putting. Inviting. A kind of forcing of an unconscious suspension of disbelief. 

Our idle frustration with our own inability to project a concrete meaning on experiences is fascinating to us, and in our current age we think that many others feel the same. Perhaps it is that these affects exist entirely outside of logistics. We invite you to explore ‘Jerkwater Burg’.

You may accidentally find yourself in the middle of Jihad or adorning yourself with Mimosa in the springtime. Perhaps you’ll discover your lover to be too coquettish in this space, or that all your friends are a pale mutiny of dispossessed voidoids hatched in a misty somewhere between fictive and mundane. And we know you’ll want to help – we do too, that’s the idea – but we can’t help, and we view all these attempts at meaning as banging your head against a wall: it’s nice when it stops.

The more unsure we are of the exact spacial provence we’re inhabiting, the further into the liminal hinterland we go. You have to know it feelingly in these ugly, mystifying times and the last thing we want to do is rest on our laurels when it comes to this slug we’re trying to salt.

Picture by Ventral

R. Price

 

An awful lot has been written about Ray Price, so for multiple reasons I’ll abstain from going on. However, it can’t be said enough that the man was awesome. Country music, people. It’s a weird thing and everyone knows it. It was back then, too. I’m posting a collection of Ray Price intros WFMU culled together that the ace of a session-fiddle player Tommy Jackson starts off almost the exact same way every time. And yet I still love these songs. This wouldn’t be acceptable today! Of course, in some ways the same thing still happens, but you get the point.

Back in the late 50s-early 60s people would very often go to dances and hear music for the first time, and The Cherokee Cowboy hit that circuit hard. One of my favorite records by Ray Price is “Night Life,” songs dedicated, you’d imagine, to the seeder and, admittedly, more fun times of life. “The night life ain’t no good life/but it’s my life.” That self-effacing seriousness is what gets me. Willie Nelson wrote the title song for him and spares the sauntering sermon that Ray delivers on his version, however I believe them both. And that doesn’t happen too much.

Here are some tunes to jam (click, then download/stream):

Ray Price: Walking Slow And Thinking Bout Her

Willie Nelson: Night Life

Ray Price: intros