Monthly Archives: September 2009

Thrift Store Music

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For you, on this rain soaked day, I present a mix of what I like to call Thrift Store Music. Hidden inside of mass-produced, disposable records are some strange, wonderful songs. Hope you enjoy!

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THRIFT STORE MUSIC

1. Hugo Montenegro- Space Safari (preview)

2. Franck Pourcel- Thunderball

3. Ferrante & Teicher- Taboo

4. Robert Maxwell- Nature Boy

5. Abdul Alexi Freeman- Abdul the Cool

6. Angelo di Pippo- Dio Come Ti Amo

7. Les Baxter- Mozambique

8. Sergio Perez- Enamorada de un Amigo Mio

9. Uncredited- Beatles Move

10. Robert Maxwell- The Breeze & I (preview)

11. Abdul Alexi Freeman- Oglan, Oglan

12. Lenny Dee- Calcutta

13. Les Baxter- Saturday Night On Saturn

14. Sandy Nelson- Boss Beat

15. Martin Denny- My Funny Valentine

16. Mason Williams- Generatah-Oscillatah

Most of these songs have a nice lil layer of pops and whiz, the records are pretty abused!

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We will try our best to post only old records that are out-of-print and widely unavailable. If there is an objection to any of the content please contact us and it will be promptly removed. Thank you.

Abdul the Cool 2:18 Abdul Alexi Freeman Thrift Store Music Space pop 9/25/09 6:27 PM
Beatles Move 3:08 Unknown Thrift Store Music Space pop 9/25/09 6:27 PM
Boss Beat 2:00 Sandy Nelson Thrift Store Music Space pop 9/25/09 6:27 PM
The Breeze and I 2:29 Robert Maxwell Thrift Store Music Space pop 9/25/09 6:27 PM
Calcutta 1:52 Lenny Dee Thrift Store Music Space pop 9/25/09 6:27 PM
Dio Come Ti Amo 3:26 Angelo di Pippo Thrift Store Music Space pop 9/25/09 6:27 PM
Enamorada de un Amigo Mio 2:46 Sergio Perez Thrift Store Music Space pop 9/25/09 6:27 PM
Generatah-Oscillatah 2:14 Mason Williams Thrift Store Music Space pop 9/25/09 6:27 PM
Mozambique 4:03 Les Baxter Thrift Store Music Space pop 9/25/09 6:27 PM
My Funny Valentine 3:23 Martin Denny Thrift Store Music Space pop 9/25/09 6:27 PM
Nature Boy 3:09 Robert Maxwell Thrift Store Music Space pop 9/25/09 6:27 PM
Oglan, Oglan 2:04 Abdul Alexi Freeman Thrift Store Music Space pop 9/25/09 6:27 PM
Saturday Night on Saturn 1:44 Les Baxter Thrift Store Music Space pop 9/25/09 6:27 PM
Space Sufari 2:11 Hugo Montenegro Thrift Store Music Space pop 9/25/09 6:27 PM
Taboo 3:02 Ferrante & Teicher Thrift Store Music Space pop 9/25/09 6:27 PM
Thunderball 2:42 Franck Pourcel Thrift Store Music Space pop 9/25/09 6:27 PM
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Smoke & Mirrors & Mirrors

I love the process of recording. Though it may be incredibly time-consuming, mind-numbing and occasionally maddening, I love it. As we approach the final days of mixing our new release, however, the time has come for perhaps my least favorite part of this process: affixing the image into its final form.

 

During the various stages of tracking and overdubbing there are numerous surprises, discoveries and exhilarating moments when the little song you’ve helped create becomes a concrete entity, assuming forms and dimensions you’ve always wished for it. The air is charged with POTENTIAL.  When the time comes to set your work into stone, chiseling away at its details, balancing the elements…a little terror wells up inside of me. What was once wild, unruly and full of life now becomes subdued and slightly deadened. Whether or not this photograph (which it is essentially, in aural form) exceeds or fails one’s expectation, one cannot help but match it with the intricate mental image created over time and compare the two: “Is this it?”

 

It becomes impossible not to backslide into the spiraling labyrinth of subjectivity where blemishes appear bloated and monstrous, lurching to fore, while beloved nuances fall away in sacrifice to the whole. You find that an idea that was once only an abstract rattle in your brain is now slipping from your fingers before your very eyes. Will your baby grow up to be an accountant or a serial killer? Are either of those things desirable? Will it be the cause of pride or grief?

 

I can see why some believe that being photographed steals a bit of your soul. The life of a song continues despite being captured, though always in relation to its picture. This is especially true in this technological age when the majority of our contact with music is through recordings.

 

Perhaps this is a problem of approach? Perhaps it is the nature of the beast? Ego? That must be in there somewhere. Maybe now all we do is create texts/ talismen that never change, while performance is left to the listener?

 

Yes, but I still love it. And I still am bristling with excitement over our new recordings, something I’ve tried to be terribly cynical about, to no avail.

 

Oh my children, I have such a hard time accepting that intention is meaningless!