Soul Machines

All Is Full Of Love: At The Edge of House and R&B In the hazy shadow of r&b's ultraviolet hip hop inflections, its mirror image lingers like a haunting moment still hanging hazy in the air. Amid these discotheque dreams half-remembered, its pulse still beats a song of uptempo longing. One day Jamie passed the … Continue reading Soul Machines

Jamie Principle

The bad boy of Chicago house The early years of house music in the mid-eighties turned up a whole brace of memorable figures, from Larry Heard and the soulful ruminations he unveiled as Mr. Fingers (which drew up the blueprints for deep house) to Farley Keith and his raw jack trax (which laid the foundations … Continue reading Jamie Principle

Students Of The Future

The Bay.. The Bowl... The Universe This time of year — when late autumn begins giving way to the dawning chill of winter — often takes me back to the year 2001, when I spent my days going to community college out in Grossmont and shelving books at the Clairemont Library to make a little money. Then, I'd spend … Continue reading Students Of The Future

Terminal Vibration IX (Elevator Music)

The subject turns to techno, house and other things... The music is just like Detroit — a complete mistake. It's like George Clinton and Kraftwerk stuck in an elevator. Derrick May1a When discussing dance music — particularly of the electronic variety — the next logical step onward after electro crept out of cities like New York, Chicago and Detroit at the … Continue reading Terminal Vibration IX (Elevator Music)

Paradise

I'm talking about freedom in 3D, sonic technicolor laid out before you as far as the eye can see. This is a Paradise Garage type thing, liquid textures in sound glowing, twisting in psychedelic rhythm. Larry Levan behind the decks, pumping bass manoeuvres while the mirrorball casts reflections off each and every wall. Gwen Guthrie … Continue reading Paradise

One Year In The Jungle

The Jungle record came out a year ago today. It's crept up on me in a big way over the course of that year. At first I almost heard past it — pleasant enough, I suppose — but as much as I casually dug the record, I hadn't yet totally succumbed to it's brilliance. Then Sari took me to … Continue reading One Year In The Jungle