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Exoticism is good when it is not dealt with offhandedly. They do a really good job at Sublime Frequencies in this regard. When you’re done with rock’n’roll and all of its Western avatars (British Invasion, surf music, merseybeat! freakbeat! psychedelic rock!etc!), you want something else, not necessarily by the Kinks (your copy, if you had a vinyl, would have already been worn out). There are now famous examples of Asian rock’n’roll bands such as Dara Puspita, and people are right to love them : why do they sound so good? It’s like the guitars in African music, people try to copy them, to vampirize them during their free-time or their week-end when they are not attending a course at, say, Columbia University, but they will never get it, that charm of far-off lands. I have my own issues with exoticism: everybody loves that, as everybody loves the Buena Vista Social Club (personally I don’t, if you like salsa, of which I’m no specialist, I imagine there are a lot of better albums that await YOU, you have to ask Ned Sublette for that). I mean, I read an article once on Sublime Frequencies in a mainstream French weekly news magazine. It didn’t say anything interesting, but why not? Do people really want to listen, let alone sweat, to Natacha Atlas, have horrible covers to decorate their sweet home, and give more money to Virgin or Universal Music? I know I’m exagerrating and I don’t want to sound priggish (I love that word, it was all over the only Trollope’s novel that I read), but, I mean, you, people, go buy yourself an ethic, or a vibrator for what it’s worth. I mean, do people even read what I write, besides, perhaps, I-WON’T-QUOTE-ANY-NAME, but follow my glance. Buy Sublime Frequencies records; as I’ve just said, these people do a wonderful job. I mean, there are even field recordings, and aural trips, or journeys, I don’t know what you call it, but most probably something that does not sound TOO GOOD. Man, live a little, for godsake. Why is it that sounds that do not exist anymore are so fucking moving? Perhaps because they cannot be reproduced: GHOSTS, that’s what I want in my music. A fucking GRAIN OF SAND, as we say in French to say that something doesn’t work correctly. What did I just find? Don’t carpediem too much, or do it purposefully, it is what it means.
To see a world in a grain of sand,And a heaven in a wild flower,Hold infinity in the palm of your hand,And eternity in an hour.William Blake - “Auguries of Innocence”
VA - Ethnic Minority Music of Southern Laos (2007)

Exoticism is good when it is not dealt with offhandedly. They do a really good job at Sublime Frequencies in this regard. When you’re done with rock’n’roll and all of its Western avatars (British Invasion, surf music, merseybeat! freakbeat! psychedelic rock!etc!), you want something else, not necessarily by the Kinks (your copy, if you had a vinyl, would have already been worn out). There are now famous examples of Asian rock’n’roll bands such as Dara Puspita, and people are right to love them : why do they sound so good? It’s like the guitars in African music, people try to copy them, to vampirize them during their free-time or their week-end when they are not attending a course at, say, Columbia University, but they will never get it, that charm of far-off lands. I have my own issues with exoticism: everybody loves that, as everybody loves the Buena Vista Social Club (personally I don’t, if you like salsa, of which I’m no specialist, I imagine there are a lot of better albums that await YOU, you have to ask Ned Sublette for that). I mean, I read an article once on Sublime Frequencies in a mainstream French weekly news magazine. It didn’t say anything interesting, but why not? Do people really want to listen, let alone sweat, to Natacha Atlas, have horrible covers to decorate their sweet home, and give more money to Virgin or Universal Music? I know I’m exagerrating and I don’t want to sound priggish (I love that word, it was all over the only Trollope’s novel that I read), but, I mean, you, people, go buy yourself an ethic, or a vibrator for what it’s worth. I mean, do people even read what I write, besides, perhaps, I-WON’T-QUOTE-ANY-NAME, but follow my glance. Buy Sublime Frequencies records; as I’ve just said, these people do a wonderful job. I mean, there are even field recordings, and aural trips, or journeys, I don’t know what you call it, but most probably something that does not sound TOO GOOD. Man, live a little, for godsake. Why is it that sounds that do not exist anymore are so fucking moving? Perhaps because they cannot be reproduced: GHOSTS, that’s what I want in my music. A fucking GRAIN OF SAND, as we say in French to say that something doesn’t work correctly. What did I just find? Don’t carpediem too much, or do it purposefully, it is what it means.

To see a world in a grain of sand,
And a heaven in a wild flower,
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand,
And eternity in an hour.

William Blake - “Auguries of Innocence”

VA - Ethnic Minority Music of Southern Laos (2007)

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