I'm making this blog as a way of sharing recordings with friends, mostly of music & poetry. I really hope people will read it, & that they'll tell other people too, if they like it. there's no particular principle guiding the choice of songs; it's all just stuff I like, that I think other people might enjoy. I would love to know what you think!, & can be reached at hudbahudby@gmail.com.
also, it is very important to buy everything. (by this, I mean to say that all of the recordings on this blog are intended for review purposes only. please buy the cds.) if you own the rights to anything posted here & want it taken down, please email me & I'll be absolutely certain to.
I'm going to use zSHARE to post the files; follow the link to the zSHARE page, select "
download this file", & do what it says.ok!
the first song (here) is morse, by som imaginario. som imaginario is por-thu-gaize for imaginary sound. I don't know about that but. they started as Milton Nascimento's backing band & are secretly the greatest. I am going to start a band in the 1960's & the band will be called misty voyage. get it?
I was deeply sad this past février to learn the death of Egor Ljetov (Yegor Letov, say the hooded wikis with their torches), leader of the Siberian punk-rock band Grazhdanskaja Oborona (that's Гражданская Оборона in cyrillic, Civil Defense in translation; the grazh of grazhdanskaja is related to the familiar -grad (-град) suffix in russki place names, which is cognate with, wait for it!, ingles yard). I first heard them as "Egor I Opizdenevshie," which means something like Egor & The Cunteds, the pseudonym under which they made their best record, pryg-skok (which is something diminutive homines sovetici chant as they leap from foot to foot). after some bureaucratic to-&-fro the band's name was stamped-over in the original soviet pressing. he played a lot with a notorious roknrolnitsa named Yanka, (that's short for Yanka Djagileva), of whose stuff the singer Alina Simone has just put out a pretty decent cover record (here, see what you think).& but here is a recording of Egor all alone in (I think) the 80s, singing a song called lobotomija (which, wld you guess?, means lobotomy).
the lyrics go:
ветер в поле закружил, лоботомия!
vjeter v pole zakruzhil, lobotomija!
a wind swirling in the field, lobotomy!
поздний дождик напугал, лоботомия!
pozdnij dozhdik napugal, lobotomija!
a late little drizzle gave us a scare, lobotomy!
зацвела в саду сирень, лоботомия!
zatsvjela v sadu siren', lobotomija!
the lilac blossoming in the garden, lobotomy!
вот такая вот хуйня, лоботмия!
vot takaja vot khujnja, lobotomija!
that'
s how it is, totally fucked, lobotomy!Letov was marked by a kind of dug-in perverseness, a deep instinct for the unpalatable. born in a state morally decrepit, he based his work on what Uncle Slavoj (Žžžžžžž) has called (in someone else) the "notion of an authentic 'living in truth' [that] involves no metaphyics of truth or authenticity: it simply designates the act of suspending one's participation in the game, breaking of the vicious cycle of 'objective guilt'." he acted crazy. he got across.
& the main thing, to me at least, is you can hear him a mile away, that voice constantly amazed to hear itself breaking. one song goes kgb rock! rock kgb! kgb rock! rock kgb!
there's a kinship too with the oberiu, a transense fixed in the space between atoms. a forceful way of seeing art & hooligansim as a same act. only the lights change. so a deep commitment. the journalist Mark Ames has written approvingly that "[w]hile proto-punker Richard Hell confessed that he was afraid to wear his famous 'Please Kill Me' t-shirt on the streets of mid-1970s New York, Letov and his followers were charging riot cops in a police state for the sheer life-affirming joy of it." we get the day, & what happens in it. I think the song is just beautiful. it takes everyone seriously, & hey that's funny.
here's a recording of him with Egor I Opizdenevshie covering the song krasnyj smjekh (that's красный смех, which means a red laughter), originally by the siberian punk-rock group instruktsii po vyzhivaniu (инструкции по выживанию, instructions for survival). he recorded at least three or four versions of it. the chorus goes:металический не плачет дом
хотя в нем вешаются столко лет
непобедимо сострадает мне
и продолжает падать черный снег
далше! живите дальше! рожайте больше!
красный смех гуляет по стране
metalichesikj ne plachet dom
khotja v njom veshajutsja stol'ko let
nepobedimo sostradaet mnje
i poroldzhaet padat' chornyj snjeg
dal'she! zhivite dal'she! rozhajte bol'she!
krasnyj smjekh guljajet po strane
the house of metal does not cry
tho so many years hang within it
undefeated, it shares my suffering
and the black snow continues to fall
onward! live on! bear more!
a red laughter is walking across the country
on & unrelated, Ezra Sims is great, don't you think? if you don't I hope it's just that you don't yet, & so here is the 4th movement of his 3rd string quartet. isn't it beautiful? Izzy himself said of it, "It's a commonplace to describe sections of a piece as having written themselves when work was going at its best. But the whole of the quartet seemed something granted me rather than something I'd invented or uncovered. My role seemed essentially that of amanuenis."
& isn't that interesting, & strange, & a pleasure? the way things come in, the way everything infiltrates us, thru attention, & because of our being curious? & that we can TRANSCRIBE it?
Sims was born in Birmingham, Alabama, in 1928.
ok, & now it's time for the big exciting MYSTERY SONG. I'll be including one in every glob of blog I log. here's the deal: see if you can identifiy it, but don't cheat. I'm working hard here, shaking a tree from the top. if you can get what it is, you impress me & win a mix cd, which I will mail you. just email me at hudbahudby@gmail.com.ok. I hope you enjoy this? or something. more posts are to follow.
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