Thanks Manhattan School Of Music for allowing me to present some of the greatest house music in history to such a receptive crowd of musical academics and for recognizing my community’s unique form of dance music as important, highly developed, influential and relevant. Rest in peace Frankie Knuckles and all those masters, mixers, dancers, artists and beat lovers who have danced beyond this world. Our beat marks the very passing of time, itself a beautiful and fascinating illusion. See? Sometimes there is some pretty enlightening stuff happening out there on those dark dancefloors!
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You must always continue to research, re-listen and reconsider your collection of lounge music. Edit it. If it’s rotten, toss it. Don’t stop the stream of collecting. If you gave up on vinyl then you just have to finger through the dusty stacks in another way – and with no dust so that’s good.
You may know of my penchant for The Brass Ring. I discovered them in Los Angeles which is typically my style because they were the East Coast answer to Herb Alpert in the golden age of instrumentals, the late 1960’s. In this group of talented studio musicians a guy named Phil Bodner plays Herb Alpert. The only switch being his saxophone replaces Herb’s trumpet and, well, very few people could ever be as cute and sexy as Herb Alpert so there’s that aspect too. I recently had to tell Alexa to shut down, turn off the TV and silence my phone when I noticed this track sneaking out of my imac in the corner of the room. This one deserves a clear high-volume referencing. The Album is “Love Theme From Flight of the Pheonix” and this is a Dunhill Records recording. You can find it on Spotify (click the album below to find it) and I suggest you make it a part of your permanent lounge music collection.
This mix is sorta more of the same as the last one, like the one I played at Martin Keehn last week. There was too much, it needed a supplement. Basically the same songs I have been dancing to for thirty years. LOL. Grandpa still likes to get down…just a little slower at times. Mostly disco tracks, but somehow Adele got right in there too…keep it loose and move around.
Traffic jams, fire trucks and the sounds of what was.
I got all jazzed up when The Lady Bunbun alerted me that I might be receiving an invitation to DJ in “The Gay Day “don’t call it a parade it’s a march” Parade on a big, loud, mylar covered corporate float and that I should be watching my inbox carefully. Status on that: Nothin’ yet. I have a few other DJ “gigs I mean appearances” during Pride “I mean World Pride” month though. I will be Dee-Jaying in front of Martin Keehn’s still brand new shop for New York City’s Make Music Day on June 21st from 2:00 to 6:00 PM and that is a wheelchair accessible location so no excuses this time, people. You can roll your ride right down to Ludlow Street and give a little handbrake boogie in celebration of this nationwide musical day that I personally had never heard of until now but am so glad to pretend that I have known about for years. I am bringing the curdless mic so get ready for some antics, shut in shout outs and very important parking restriction announcements.
¡MUSICA MAMA! ¡GOZA!….¡AZUUUUUUCAR! Sxcuse me a minute, I have to check my email…nope. Nada Gay Parade Email aqui yet.
Won’t you join us for the sake of the music itself and if not for that then FOR THE SAKE OF THE ENTIRE WORLD which as we all know is made to go ’round by music.
Now keep this on the low but…I heard Patti Labelle is going to be there…I don’t know if that’s true or not, and to tell you the truth I don’t think there is anyway in hell that Patti Labelle is going to be on Ludlow Street anytime soon BUT…..WHAT IF SHE IS???
Hope you like ITALO. This is a playlist that is in progress – mostly mid ’80s. Steamy synthesized swish…clean towels and free water. The soundtrack that was the same no matter what city, what country or what continent you happened to be inhabiting that weekend. This is the international sound of gay disco. It plays through the mist that surrounds you now and from the cassette you will take back with you tomorrow. Alone in your premium priced privacy your key bracelet has locked the door and you are secure. Recline and listen hard. Resting and reflecting with eyes toward a ceiling, seeing what you are feeling, you are anywhere at once. You are feeling a new kind of big belonging. Then…
“Attention – Lockers fourteen, nineteen and thirty seven, you must renew. Fourteen, nineteen and thirty seven – you must renew now at the entrance desk.”
“Attention, s’il vous plaît – Les casiers 14, 19 et 37 doivent être renouvelés Les casiers quatorze, dix-neuf et trente-sept doivent être remplacés au guichet.”
‘Ouch. That was waytoo loud.’ Time to take another lap and maybe bum a cigarette. “Wow, this music literally never ends.”
When vinyl was the music, this track was a secret weapon of mine. Sister Dimension’s copy was handed down to me and I’ll tell you what – This track at the end of the night when the lights come up will get you a return booking. It’s the ultimate send off into the night for the drunks and still tripping party people. Actually this has to be the last track because nothing can ever be played after it.
This was me every night in my bedroom as a kid. Full flashlight fantasy festivals.