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balkan beat box. they were fun. that's all i can say about them.
cheb i sabbah, on the other hand, spinning a set of bhangra shot through with north african pop and dubstep in club that was built around the sound system--well, that i can't talk about because i dont really remember all that much beyond dancing like a fool for 3 hours, feeling like i was being pulled along by the selector, continually surprised, finding myself surfing polyrhythms...
and that, comrades, is a fine thing.
it's also a glimpse, for what it's worth, of why i find music in 4 that stays in 4 to be in the main boring. it's like a hollywood film that is made by someone who imagines you are too stupid to react for yourself, so you have to be pushed around.
but no matter, i suppose.
i prefer feeling like no matter, even as i am dancing.
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a gramophone its corrugated trumpet silver handle
spinning dog. such faithfulness it hear
it make you sick.
-kamau brathwaite
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