Listen to Asala's thrilling performance of "Khalleek Hena" Stay for the whole concert.
This blog just passed the half-a-million page views threshold. In gratitude, here is one of the most incredible recent live recordings I have on CD, by Syrian superstar Asala Nasri. I just wrote a whole piece about the little Syrian bodega on Fifth Avenue in South Slope Brooklyn where I first discovered her music--I'll let you know when it posts. (It was commissioned by another site.) Meanwhile, thanks again, everyone; and, really, don't miss this album.
Listen to the stunning second track of this wonderful album Pluck the whole thing from "the cloud" or whatever, here.
This is an older CD I found at Thiri Video in Elmhurst that I hadn't gotten around to posting yet. There are a lot of Burmese CDs I need to either reup or post in the first place -- sounds like an admirable goal here at the Bodega for the first few weeks in September, eh? I've got a lot of news to share with you, but will do that a bit later. It's all good. (Not as good as this record, though.)
Listen to the mind-blowing last track Reupped by reader request in 320 HFS-level KBPS, here. [Originally posted in May 2010.] On July 4 of 2009, my [now ex-]wife and I spent the day wandering around Atlantic Avenue and Flatbush in Brooklyn, a tad southish of downtown, an area we almost never get to in the normal course of our daily lives. At one point, we stopped in at an Arabic-run phone card and doo-dad store on Court Street, a couple of doors down from Rashid Music, which is perhaps the oldest, and certainly one of the greatest Arabic music stores in the country. I'm pretty sure that this especially unflattering photograph of me: was taken in this very phone card and doo-dad shop. Note the hookahs to my right. But, far more importantly, note all of the CDs in glass cases and cassettes against the wall. You're seeing less than 1/3rd of the bounty this place held. Rashid may have the reputation--and the staying power--but the doo-dad place sure did have an impressive heap o' steamin' mess o' music on your choice of polyester film with magnetic coating or polycarbonate plastic. As I've claimed a number of times on this blog, there are really two kinds of store keeps: (a) those who are puzzled but absolutely thrilled to see people beyond their usual customers interested in "their" music; and (b) those who view such intruders as though they were Vikings, there to do what Vikings are generally known, and not terribly much adored, for doing. The woman in the back of the phone card and doo-dad place was, happily, one of the friendliest shop keeps I've ever met. She wanted to know what we were doing for Independence Day--not, mind you, July 4, but the next day, July 5, Algerian Independence Day. She, as an Algerian immigrant, had a number of ideas of how we might want to spend AI Day in America, all of them involving cutting out coupons for discounted "whole lamb" from the Arabic newspaper she brought forth and proceeded to spread out on the glass casing housing the CDs. She thought it was nothing short of crucial for us to buy a lamb--"they are so cheap for you if you buy the whole thing at one time"--and invite all of our friends out to whatever park we, as White People, clearly lived within walking distance of. (Prospect Park, duh.) Where, presumably, we'd find a grill big enough to accommodate a whole, dead, skinned lamb. Our conversation, like a fat summer fly, hovered around lambs and elaborate Independence Day picnics for a solid fifteen minutes, and then I started getting--I'll just fess up to it--a bit impatient, frankly. I mean, we were lying, Nada and I; we were not actually going to celebrate Algerian Independence Day, just as we had not actually celebrated U.S. Independence Day. And, even if we were, it was pretty to super doubtful that we would do so in a way that might involve the purchase of a whole, mid-sized mammal--however cheap. I tried to steer the conversation over into the realm of music. We had just seen a film starring Abdel Halim Hafez, and one scene in particular, with Hafez in a boat on the Nile with some friends, singing to the object of Hafez's romantic obsession, had been much on our mind. The song was terrific and haunting. We could almost hum it for her. Did she know this movie or song and whether or not the song might be on CD somewhere in the shop? No, she was Algerian, she reminded us, BUT she had a friend who was Egyptian who knew everything about the movies. Everything! She called her. Within 6 minutes she had our film and song titles (both of which I've since forgotten) and, after flipping through a series of CDs, determined they didn't have the song anywhere in the store. Did we want the coupon for the lamb? I asked her to recommend a more-or-less recent CD that she really, really, really loved. She stared at me blankly for a few moments, then suddenly smiled. "Aha!" she said, disappearing beneath the horizon line of the CD case for a bit, then reappearing with the CD you see above. "Have you heard Asala Yousef?" she asked. I flitted through my memory banks. Asalah Nasri, yes. Yousef? No. "Who is she?" I asked. And here, things get a bit hazy. I'm almost positive that she said that Asala Yousef was from her home country, Algeria. Like, 89% so. But I'm probably totally wrong about that, as I've found nothing online to suggest this is the case. There's almost nothing about Asala Yousef online--just links to MP3s and YouTube videos. In one list of famous Druze singers, she's included as a Syrian. In the comments of several YouTube videos, people are claiming she's either Palestinian or Israeli--mostly Israeli. There is at least one YouTube video of her where the person who uploaded it is writing in Hebrew as opposed to Arabic. And, really, that's extremely rare. So it's possible she is Israeli--though she's obviously singing in Arabic. Which is less rare, but still not super common.
Asala Yousef vid, uploaded by Hebrew speaker
Asala Yousef vid, uploaded by Arabic speaker So, I'm at a loss. Who is Asala Yousef and where does she come from? The music sounds Lebanese to me. Anyone out there know? [Update: Someone out there did know and left the answer in the comments.] Meanwhile, she's got an incredibly powerful voice and you really should be downloading this shit, since it's free & all and double-since the phone card and doo-dad place where I bought this? Not there anymore.
Listen to "تركنى من جروحى" Reupped by reader request, here. This album is so incredibly kick-ass that it took me a couple of days to decide which song to share with you as an example. I chose this one because, given the simplicity of the music, Zeina's voice really stands out. I know nothing about Zeina other than that she's Lebanese and that the other record I have by her, Delila, is equally stunning. I found this one in a phone card and miscellany place on Court Street in Brooklyn about a block north of Rashid's. Both places have since closed. There are now only two places that I know of where I can get Arabic music in New York, and both are in my neighborhood. Last week, at Alfrha (25-23 Steinway Street), when I asked if they had Rola Saad's new album, the guy behind the counter promised to order it for me and that I could come pick it up this weekend. We'll see how that goes. If well, I'll be asking if he can order some more Zeina. Can you tell I'm exhausted after a week of work and don't really have it in me to write anything interesting? Seriously, I'm going to post this and crawl into bed. Check in this weekend, when I'm back up and running: I've got a special surprise in the works for you ...
First posted in April 2010, days after I launched this blog. It's no exaggeration to say that this is precisely the sort of thing I opened Bodega Pop's doors to share with the larger world.
I had no idea what this was when I posted it. A poet friend of mine in Singapore hipped me to the artist's identity thusly: "Joey Boy is superstar." I got to work searching YouTube.
as well as Filetram and other file-sharing search engines. Over time, I put together Joey Boy's entire catalog. Which I listened to obsessively.
Having done that, I feel totally comfortable grabbing everyone who walks into the Bodega by the sleeve, sitting each of you down in one of my metal folding "guest" chairs and yammering breathlessly about JB's pop genius.
That said, I totally don't have time to do that, today. I'm due up in Saratoga Springs to oversee a print job for my work and I've been commissioned to write a piece about New York, bodegas and international music ... by August 22nd.
Given that, here's a short bio, followed by what I originally wrote about this CD three years ago:
Born Apisit Opsasaimlikit in 1975, Joey Boy began his career in the 1990s, recording his first hit, "Fun, Fun, Fun" (see video above) with Canadian reggae artist, Snow, in 1995.
Found last year in a Vietnamese CD/Video store on Argyle Street in Chicago--this is quite honestly one of the most bizarrely satisfying purchases of a musical nature I have ever made.
First, let's take a look at "what's up" on the cover. Note that "Rap" is in quotes on the back. As it should be. I have never heard rap like this. I'm fairly certain that, unless you have already heard Thailand's Joey Boy, you probably have never heard rap like this either.
Well, so what is it, then? I'll go out on a limb and just say that it's quite likely the single most carnivalesque melange of rubbery cartoon-y dance-y hip-hoppy trippy-y influences from around the world ever burned into polycarbonate plastic. It is simultaneously the flarfiest and rockin'est thing I have ever heard. I have quickly grown to love it almost as much as life itself. Could any language be less suited to rap than Thai, the most soft-spoken-deferential-un-pissed-off-sounding language on the planet?
But why is that woman in the sunglasses on the cover pointing to her nose like that?
Reupped in 360kbps here. [Originally posted in April 2010.] I've learned from more than a decade of scrounging through bodega racks for pop music CDs that there are basically two kinds of shop keeps. Those who are suspicious as to why you are looking through "their" music and those who are nothing short of thrilled to see someone other than their regular stream of customers actually show an interest in it. My first experience, happily, was the latter. After moving to New York and a year of month-long sublets in three boroughs, I finally settled in an apartment on 13th Street and 6th Avenue in Park Slope, Brooklyn, in a fourth-floor apartment with the poet Chris Stroffolino. I lived there from mid-1998 to mid-1999. While strolling a few blocks away on 5th Avenue, I noticed a corner bodega, which appeared to have a whole rack of CDs and tapes for sale. I popped in, said hello to the shop keep--a friendly looking middle-aged woman wearing a scarf over her hair--and began perusing. "How much are these?" I asked, holding up the CD you see at top of this post. "Five dollars," she said, "or twenty dollars for five." A brief pause, as my eyebrows arched. "You speak Arabic?" she asked. "Oh. Not really. I just--" "If you like Najwa Karam," she nearly blurted out, "you should try Asalah! She is from my home country: Syria. Beautiful voice!" Thus began one of the most pleasant customer-shop keep relationships I have ever had in my life. I took the five CDs--including the Najwa Karam and something by Asalah she recommended (more on her in another post)--and headed home. My world, to put it mildly, had been rocked. Najwa Karam was born in 1966 in Zahle, about an hour east of Beirut. At an early age she showed signs of a natural gift for singing and, in 1985, without getting her parents' permission, signed up to compete on "Layali Lubnan," a TV show that I gather might have been a classier sort of "American Idol," which she won. She began recording in the late 80s and by the 90s was an international superstar. Her career, however, has not always been the smoothest. She hasn't shied away from controversial, often feminist material (in one song she tells her fictional cousin that, because she was forced to marry him, he can have her body, but never her soul). Perhaps because of this, she has sometimes run into trouble. In 1999 a rumor was started that she had told an interviewer that she had named her pet dog after the prophet Muhammad, and was subsequently banned from entering into Egypt to perform. A former Jordanian prime minister reportedly issued a fatwa. The rumor was false, and after a concentrated PR effort, she overcame it. More recently, in 2004, the Lebanese Surete Generale censored the video clip, "Why Are You Emigrating?" which focused on Lebanon's economic crisis and the problems of the young.
Najwa Karam singing a mawal Over the years I managed to find all of Karam's CDs, but still return most often to "Rouh Rouhi," one of the most powerful, rockin' pop efforts I have ever heard. After I moved from Park Slope to Kensington I returned one day to the Syrian bodega on 5th Avenue, and was happy to find the shop keep still there. She still recognized me, made a few recommendations, and played a few things for me to see if I could guess who the singer was. (I could, but when she asked if I knew what each song was, I had to shrug. She seemed to like that.) I haven't been back in nearly half a decade, though, and I was a bit saddened that I have been thus far unable to find it looking around the area via Google's "Street View" function.
[Originally posted in April 2010.] At some point in 1994 when I was living in St. Paul, Minn., a friend across the river in Minneapolis took me to see an Indian film, the title of which had been translated as “God Is My Witness.” This three-hour 1992 Bollywood epic following a couple of generations of Afghan tribes-people was the first Indian movie of any kind that I had ever seen.
To say that I was not really prepared for it is both an understatement and the wrong approach. More than any other film I’ve seen, “Khuda Gawah” completely changed my life forever. I loved every second of it: the supercharged game of buzkashi that opens and sets the pace and tone; the incredible songs (composed by superstar team Laxmikant Pyrarelal); and the fabulous performances by Amitabh Bachchan and Sridevi:
It is no exaggeration when I say that I spent the next 10 years of my life desperately searching for a tape or CD of this soundtrack. Unfortunately, I was missing a key piece of information: Hindi Bollywood film titles are never, ever, ever translated into English, even though DVDs of almost every Hindi Bollywood film have English subtitles. As I discovered on subsequent trips to Devon Avenue in Chicago, "God Is My Witness" was not a film that anyone working in an Indian video/CD store was familiar with.
It wasn't until 2004, three years after I moved to the Kensington neighborhood of Brooklyn, that I discovered first a DVD of the film (I instantly recognized the image on the cover) and then, shortly thereafter, a CD of the soundtrack (shown above), at a Pakistani video store on Coney Island Avenue (Pak Video, 1058 Coney Island Avenue, just below Foster).
Six years later, I'm still listening to this remarkable CD; it remains one of my all time favorite Bollywood soundtracks.
Reupped by reader request in 320 Kick Ass KBPS here. [Originally posted May 23, 2011.] For a guy whose last name conjures up horrifying visions of torture, torment, agony, anguish, nightmare, misery, suffering and pain, Richard Hell is probably one of the sweetest people I've ever met. I can't remember exactly how we got in touch, although I think it had to do with a fake interview with John Ashbery that I ran in an issue of Readme, an online literary arts journal I edited from 1999-2001. Whatever the case, we wound up having brunch--yes, brunch--a couple of times in the East Village in the mid-2000s. Richard claimed to be a fan of my comics; I said nothing about how I had always considered him one of the greatest people on earth for having come up with what I still think is the single greatest title of a pop song, ever: "Love Comes in Spurts." Or for having practically single-handedly inventing the whole punk-DIY aesthetic; I mean, I think that had everything to do with my having been an "artist" in the first place. After we hung out, we exchanged CDs and tapes. He sent me a CD of TIME (his greatest hits along with a live CD) and I sent him a cassette tape of a bunch of music I'd found in bodegas--including some of the stuff I've posted here over the last year or so. Including, significantly, to me, the song you'll hear in the sample below. I was convinced--*convinced*--that he was going to be bowled over by the raw pop power of that Kabylie song, and write me back, singing my praises as the Greatest Digger On Earth..("OMG! Where did you *find* this gem of etc. etc. etc.?!?") Well, that's not exactly what happened. But I've always remembered his response, which I think was one of the greatest tossed-off bits of philosophy I've ever read: To paraphrase (since I no longer have the e-mail), he basically said that it was incredible to imagine all of us, all over the world, walking around with each of our unique "life-soundtracks" going on in our heads. Something like that, but far more eloquently, if off-the-cuffedly--put. It was a kind way of saying that my soundtrack wasn't his. But that he certainly respected that I had one. And that it was, finally, so different from his own. Or anyone's. I admit, part of me was a bit disappointed that he didn't thrill to the Kabylie pop as I did, and still do. Pop music is such that, one wants to know others are not just listening to what you're listening to, but mesmerized by it. It isn't an art of intimacy. So I offer it to you, anonymous reader and potential downloader. What do you think? What are you liking? What are you disliking? What do you want to hear more of? Let me know ... As for this CD, I know almost next to nothing about it, other than I got it at Princess Music & Electronics in Bay Ridge, which closed sometime last summer. And that it remains one of my all-time favorite pop CDs, ever.
Dare you eat a peach? [Reupped b/c you simply can't live w/out it.]
The radiant prayer of steel bursts between your ears. There it is, outside of sorrow. Inferior to the click beetle. Things that have poured, of light. That were born in soft legs and the rain that no longer rains. Into the arc lamp above, the "crazed moon." When it arrives and wraps. Wraps the ocean? The shape of a poem. And horses, larvae. The dung peacefully eating its surroundings.
The water of mayhem wrapped in the palm of your hand, twisting itself. FOR THE FIGHTING SPIRIT OF THE WALNUT. Nipped by the air creatures everywhere, bewildered, nut-cracking. Able to melt this cloud like a ringing ear. The quick leaps have a fire!
You would like to stand yourself up, as humans did, long ago. Without gazing and is not here. To think poems are always thunderclouds with our blind eyes and folded branches. Fog descending stairs? Wonder what kind of deranged scratch marks resist dyed "Chinese" signs, food displays, the right to read in any order? Shy twitch where the leaf mulch spreads. Poetry continues to differ from what people believe the bar tilts, a cheerful hustle, the spirit torn apart by the swirl it's just lived through.
Freshly reupped here. Just then I noticed the thin edge of words thinly glowing of wood. They stumble around with fingers rooted in the ducts of these creatures everywhere, hanging between branches of mistakes. Little Fujiko, little bolt of lightening, lease this illusory space closing in on you. You believe you really saw this, these vacant bolts randomly passing you by, these blocks of cloud hanging from shoulder. We are all unexploded shells, wrapped around an inner field of nettles. You can't even listen as much as has been sung. You can't even sing as much as has been heard. They pass it now from their lips to yours.
Grab it here. Yet more awesomeness from Ecuador. This woman does this this thing with her voice that I've personally not heard outside of recordings from Cambodia -- that super-leap that I'm sure has a technical name of some kind associated with it, but which I only know as "that super leap." Do you know what I mean? No? Would you, like ... mind working with me here? Super leap. C'mon. This woman is going to kick your ass. La musica esta no horrifically somber as everything else I've been picking up from Ecuador -- in fact, by comparison, it's downright life-affirming (altho I'm convinced it's probably addressing the same depressing life/love problems) -- but Holy Crap, what her voice does. Okay, it's like yodeling? But groovy. And look at her. Is that a face that says "Oh ignore me I'm not very talented"? No; no, it's not. We both know that. Look at her. Just ... look at her! And listen to this:
Get it here. After discovering, a year or two ago, that the shaggy little bodega where I'd found most of my fabulous Ecuadorian music had closed down, I just assumed I would never find another album from the region. All that changed two or three weeks ago, when I acted on a sudden craving I was having for chorizo sopes and made the trip out on the 7 train to east Jackson Heights. There, in a Spanish-language media store (mostly DVDs), I discovered, all the way in the back, a wee rack of soot-covered CDs. This gem was one of the handful that I picked up. (I'll be posting the best of the others in the coming days.) According to Google's translation of Proaño's official website, the Ecuadorian singer was "always involved in all Ecuadorian music festivals to which you have been invited, so it was that, as in the land was well known and renowned for its fashion and style of singing." According to me? This record is going to completely transform your blah nothin-goin-on Sunday morning into a lush, green permaculture paradise ... but don't take my word for it; listen to the first song from this environmentally sustainable album and tell me permaculture is not ours:
Reupped in 320kbps here. Found in a bodega somewhere in Jackson Heights, Queens. Known as the Queen of Canción Nacional, Jaramillo was born in 1904 and performed for a solid half century, from 1922 up until 1972. This album was compiled in 1997, a decade after Jaramillo's death. Listen to the first song from this collection:
Reupped in 320 Xtremely Fabulous KBPS, because it's just that awesome, here. [Originally posted May 5, 2011.] I found this incredible gem in a bodega in east Jackson Heights, in what I believe was an Ecuadoran bodega, although it's been a few years, so perhaps it was Columbian or Mexican. I have found nothing other than a few YouTube videos featuring the Juarez Villamar sisters, so if you have any info, it would be greatly appreciated. I don't really know Spanish, but the title seems to be "A Tomb for the Two." Gack. Is it really that morbid? I'll say this much, it's intensely beautiful, one of my favorite CDs of all time, not to mention that it sports one of the grooviest covers to boot. Here's a video of the sisters to enjoy while you download:
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A Secret History of a Musick Yet To Be (Readable)
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In July, a bulletin on the myspace page of a group of Moroccan musicians
sent my mind wandering down some strange paths, got me thinking about music
as a t...
Membasmi Kutu Kucing Dengan Minyak Telon
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Jika kucing Anda membenci air, coba gunakan sisir kutu agar membasmi kutu
kucing dengan minyak telon merasa tidak nyaman. Anda perlu memastikan sisir
turun...
Penpals - 2nd Coming
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Penpals - 2nd Coming
321 Records Limited TOCT-24648
2001.10.24
Today I have decided to hack and slash all my prices on discogs. deep
discounts abound in ...
Camelia Jordana
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Camelia Jordana - Non non non
Camelia Jordana - Comment lui dire (Mathieu Boogaerts)
Camelia Jordana et Alex Beaupain - Avant la Haine
JET FM Fundraising Marathon
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Jet FM is a local independant radio in Nantes, France, which hosts my Cosmogol999
Radioshow and close friends Hashtag & Tête de bois's broadcast.
This rad...
No i było tak:
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Na wakacje po ósmej klasie w Trzech Kwadransach Jazzu Jan Borkowski puścił
kilka nagrań Free Cooperation. Po dwóch minutach pierwszego utworu mi się
to spo...
Field Report: Richmond Folk Festival
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Feature image above: Victor “Bitori” Tavares. Photos by Charles “DJ
Graybeard” Williams. The Richmond Folk Festival might not get a lot of hype
outside of ...
Anime4chan – Live Stream Anime Community
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That’s it for the update. I hope you enjoy these city pop and various other
artists posted. I want to take this time to invite anyone interested in
anime t...
goodbye, 8tracks
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I've started a project of daily music selections on Twitter at
*#hearsaysongoftheday*.
I hope you check those out. Let's see how this goes.
The post goo...
Current Events
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1
Bemoaned deranged
Weeds grow
All the same
An orchestra climbing to
Crescendo's windows
Flowering in jagged
Perfumes
Rotten
Breaths of
An imperial brigade
...
CDer Idol Club
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Here is the CDer Idol Club album.
1. 100% Danjou Kousai (Koizumi Kyoko)
2. Suki ni Narazu ni Irarenai (Iwasaki Hiromi)
3. Last Kiss wa Hoho ni Shite (Mats...
Livro "Lindo Sonho Delirante" saiu do forno
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BUY IT!
E finalmente já está a venda o fundamental *Lindo Sonho Delirante: 100
discos psicodélicos do Brasil (1968-1975)*, livro de Bento Araújo, que...
Jual ORP Meter | Lutron NI 214
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[image: alat ukur bod, harga bod, harga bod meter, beli bod meter dimana,
bod cod tss, dissolved oksigen, beli alat mengukur bod, cod meter portable,
cod m...
The Bottom of the Page
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Hi everyone! As 2016 draws to a close, I’ve decided to commit to something
that has been slowly happening of its own accord – the shuttering of Paper
for t...
Danialou Sagbohan: Live in Brussels (10/22/2016)
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Sagbohan is on small tour in Europe. He was in Brussels saturday for The
Vodoun Festival. He should play in Amsterdam and Berlin at the beginning of
Nove...
Dhafer Youssef – 2016 – Diwan of Beauty and Odd
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Dhafer Youssef‘s album “Diwan of Beauty and Odd” carries all the
trademarks this exceptional artist is known for: beautiful melodies,
heartfelt chanting ...
new blog
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Decided to abandon the expetc ship and start a new blog: Slowdive's Corner.
Expect awesome, (semi)obscure albums at least once a week, perhaps with
some wo...
Pretty - Neo Damaging Noise III - 2006
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Pretty - Neo Damaging Noise III Cd
Fuck The System Records - FSR-003 - 2006
http://ulozto.net/xRBX1bcu/pretty-neo-damaging-noise-lll-2006-zip
More Interesting Records for Sale on eBay!
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* Rare LPs, 45RPMs from Egypt, Tunis, Jordan, Egypt, Iraq, Saudi Arabia,
and Yemen!*
RARE EGYPTIAN 70'S LP! AHMAD ADAWWIYAH | SAHRAH MA' (LIVE) - MORIPHON
...
► Steve Beresford - The Bath of Surprise (1977-80)
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[CD: Amoebic/Valve, Japan, Dec. 1999; #AMO-VA-03
- LP originally released by Piano, UK, 1980; #PIANO 003]
Steve Beresford: all instruments
01. Punctuati...
LIBEREZ - "ALL TENSE NOW LAX" (2015)
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Θυμόμουνα το όνομα αυτής της μπάντας, θυμόμουν ότι είχα ακούσει κάτι από
αυτούς που ήταν της προκοπής αλλά τι και γιατί ιδέα δεν είχα – τόσο πολύ
αχταρμάς...
You No Longer Need to Beware of the Blog
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After ten fun-filled years, we're packing up shop here at WFMU's Beware of
the Blog. Many thanks to the dozens of volunteer authors who put in so much
time...
THE END
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Sorry keeping some of you on tenterhooks wondering whether Boot Sale Sounds
is still a going concern. I was hoping to get back into uploading some gems
fr...
Uncover Valuable and Semi Jewels
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Semi Jewels - Any mineral substance that's listed at its charm and/or its
strength may just like a gems. You'll find several kinds of gems for
instance rub...
Hiroshi Sato - Super Market (1976)
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Some readers may know the late Japanese pianist Hiroshi Sato from his
excellent *Awakening* record with Wendy Matthews, or his work with f...
Faktor Penyebab Kanker Payudara
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*Penyebab kanker payudara* belum sepenuhnya dipahami, sehingga sulit untuk
mengatakan mengapa seorang wanita dapat mengembangkan kanker payudara dan
wanita...
GRAMMY TIME!
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I’ll be heading down to LA this weekend to attend the Grammy Awards.
“Longing for the Past” has been nominated in the Historical category along
with four o...
A Chinese Ghost Story Soundtrack (倩女幽魂) [REPOST]
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*As I've posted several times before, I am a huge Hong Kong movie fan and
"A Chinese Ghost Story" is definitely on my favorites list. While Tsui
Hark's "Z...
Subway - Subway (1972)
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*Subway - Subway (1972)*
A beautiful and very rare album from the annals of European
psychedelic/folk/prog circa 1972. Subway were a half American, half...
Age Factory
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*手を振る*
Посмотрев, несколько раз подряд, клип на песню 真空から - стал долго и упорно
ждать их мини альбом. Ждать пришлось чуть больше двух недель. Оправдал ли ...
Prophétie - L'Eternel
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*Prophétie*
*L'Eternel*
*2004-2006? *(Cd rip@256)
*From Reunion Island, some perfect reggae. When I arrived on the island in
2006, we could still hear the...
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Hopefully all the links have now finally been refreshed and replaced with
working ones at a new service. If you still find missing or malfunctioning
one...
MC Swat - We Don't Want
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*MC Swat - We Don't Want*
*مانبوش - ام سي سوات*
*Libya*
Released May 2, 2012
Source: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v_TOS1ubAG4
Click here to download the m...
Akendengue – Sarraounia (1986)
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Reflecting on the nearly thirty years that have passed since this record
was issued, it is shocking to realize how profoundly the world has changed.
While...
Sounds of the Streets: Istanbul
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In September 2013 I visited Istanbul for the first time with the hopes of
recording street musicians and any other interesting sounds I could find
along t...
New Latin But Cool Vinyl Coming Out
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*ANA TIJOUX-Vengo (Nacional Records, 2014)*: For a while, after her
departure from *Makiza*, I remember *Ana Tijoux* was trying to detach
herself from the...
The Soap: "My God, That Feels So Good!"
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1.- Discotic
2.- We go
3.- Wait a bit
4.- 24
5.- Cheese Boy
6.- Las Vegas
7.- Street
8.- What’t up your ass?
No sé para que escribo nada si solo os vais a...
Seven Years in Fluville
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Today would have been Elvis's birthday, but he's dead.
Today is also the Boogie Woogie Flu's birthday and it's nearly dead.
I am...
Radio Show 12-12-13
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In this episode, we celebrate the life and legacy of Nelson Mandela through
the music of South Africa from the late 1950s through the dismantling of
aparth...
And We Danced
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*Celia Cruz con la Sonora Matancera*
*La Tierna, Conmovedera, Bamboleadora*
Seeco, SCLP 9246, made in New York
Hope you all had a good Thanksgiving weekend....
"Cries for Help" original art | SOLD
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*THIS COMIC HAS SOLD*
India ink on Bristol board, 11"w x 14"h
*$60 includes postage/handling*
Published in *Brooklyn Rail* September 2012
Check or Paypal...
Ok Motherfuckers! Let's Go!!
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I've posted a few Ultra Bide related things before and have always gotten a
number of emails and inquiries about Hide and his band. So you'll be glad
to ...
Happy Solstice & Abbots Bromley Horn Dance
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*On Darkness:*
The child is born in the darkness of the womb; the chicken hatched after
incubation. Birth begins in darkness, as dawn follows the long nig...
Ravi Shankar - Sound of the Sitar
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*ravi shankar*
sound of the sitar
(sitar)
1. raga malkauns - alap
2. raga malkauns - jor
3. tala sawari
4. pahari dhun
listen
rest in peace ravi, you wi...
Technical difficulties....
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Sorry folks, I thought I was going to be able to post a 45 today but
various pieces of equipment have been acting-up ever since we experienced
damp conditi...
Sundaram Sai Bhajan Vol. 27
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*Download*:
FLAC: Side A Side B
320kbps MP3
*Side A*
01. Mangala Dayaka Hey
02. Sadguru Om
03. Mukunda Madhava
04. Allah Ho Akbar
05. Prema Mayi Sai M...
LAGOS DISCO INFERNO IS BACK AGAIN!!!
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Hello, blog fam... I've had some trouble with my Blogger account so I
haven't been able to make any new entries for a while, but if you're
connected to me ...
野路由紀子 - 北信濃絶唱
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野路由紀子 was an enka singer from the 1970s. enka is forever a genre that i
will find to be particularly spooky. something about it just sends chills
up and d...
SOLVA SAAL | MANZIL
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*Get it here.*
*Solva Saal (1958)*
Music: S.D. Burman
Lyrics: Majrooh
1. Hai Apna Dil To Awara | Hemant Kumar
2. Yehi To Hai Woh | Mohammad Rafi
3. Nazar K...
Au revoir
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Hi readers!
Thank you so much for all the support you've given this blog. It's amazing
the amount of traffic I still get, even when the blog has been inact...
Andrew Chen Shi An / 陈势安
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*Andrew Chen Shi An - Love Again. Stardom*
*Singer/band: *Andrew Chen Shi An / 陈势安
*Title: *Love Again. Stardom / 再爱一遍.天后陈势安
*Release date: *2011/11/11
*Yes...
QMix
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So here is a little sampler I compiled, reavealing my love for fancy pop
music + some other stuff - inconsistent and random as this blog is. Hope
you lik...
QotD - Sleazy on CDs
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I would have thought that CDs were things that homeless people hang on
their super market shopping carts to make them look less depressing but
apparently s...
S. D. Burman: Taxi Driver (1954/1977) Pakistan
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Ok, ok. I actually enjoyed the *Taxi Driver* soundtrack more than* Chalti
Ka Naam Gaadi*. And I have to admit that I am finding some S. D. Burman
songs wh...
Introduction
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Misora Hibari
"Everything absolutely has a tiny and flaring point which makes a person or
a thing different from others, like the incalculable stars in th...
Look at it as a Hiatus.
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First of all, Merry Christmas to all those who actually read this on a
regular basis. I hope you all have a great 2010.
I sadly however am going to be putt...
Inquiries
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Hip Hop in China is no longer an active blog. It will remain up as an
archive for people around the world to access information on Hip Hop in
China.
Plea...
Lord Astor e Seu Conjunto - E Danca (1961)
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Hello, good evening! I am very close to finish an important work to Loronix
and also a key effort to bring some relief to the financial problems I'm
facing...
Repi Multimedia - Fishing With Dynamite (2008)
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From my favourite Albanian DJ team and/or band Repi Multimedia we get this
new collection of "can i get a w00t w00t"-remixes.
From last.fm:
...
Disparition d'Orlando "Puntilla" Ríos 3/3
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Un autre album de Puntilla:
Autre volet de notre hommage, voici un album introuvable et méconnu en
France d'Orlando Puntilla, en fait son premier disque a...