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  • TouchME 1:30 pm on August 15, 2011 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: bhagsu, didgeridoo, do the astral plane, flying lotus, India, koji, nothing is something worth doing, shpongle, travel,   

    Real music, real talent, real discoveries 

    What can I say…

    Here I am, back in Montreal after 6 months of running around the world with my (now lost) backpack. The blog is still standing, the music is still flowing, I’m happy. What have I seen during this trip some may ask ? Way too much for me to start describing on the blog, but what I’ve heard, that I can share with you guys.

    The village where I was staying was a refugee point for a lot of Tibetan monks. Photo by Joel Suganth

    One artist in India was leading the enormous trance scene (the Israelis brought the trance to India, it’s everywhere in the country now) and is creating some pretty insane beats. His name, a lot of people know it, is Shpongle. The track right here, Nothing Is Something Worth Doing, is a beautiful mix of beats and magnificient instruments, mostly the Hang drum, an instrument I was very lucky to hear and see live while I was traveling India. Never have I heard such a sound, it reminds me of flowing water (don’t ask me why, my brain has been scarred by this trip). Just give it a listen, it’s amazing and the title of this track is just perfect, the lifestyle of India.

    Nothing Is Something Worth Doing – Shpongle

    During my travels, I was lucky enough to be able to buy a cheap guitar in Istanbul and keep it with me until the very end of my trip. As a matter of fact, I was even able to bring it back to Montreal. I jammed a lot while I was running around and played with a lot of different people from all over the world. The thing that I liked the most was playing with people who had instruments I had never heard. During the trip, I tried the mandolin, the oud, the didgeridoo, the djembe, the tabla, the bansuri and many more instruments that completely blew my mind.Here is a little video of a japanese man named Koji that I saw playing the didgeridoo many times… so full of talent (he also plays the hang drum, check out his youtube channel).

     

    NOW, I HAVE to post this song that Jeesus (it’s funny how right now I’m the one who looks like Jesus physically but he is the one named Jeesus…) showed me, an amazing song, quality electronic music like you don’t hear everyday… It’s from Flying Lotus and it’s gonna get your swag on bitches ! Just give it a go and you’ll see what I mean, you too will FEEEeeel that shit.

    Do The Astral Plane – Flying Lotus

     
    • Norm 12:13 pm on September 26, 2011 Permalink | Reply

      Your cranium must be protecting some very vlaualbe brains.

  • falsereprise 12:21 am on November 1, 2010 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: Benoit Beaudet, Felix Leclerc, gypsy jazz, Ike Quebec, India, It Might as Well Be Spring, jazz manouche, living, loving, Luc Fortin, Marin Nasturica, Michel Donato, , Pondicherry, Puducherry, , Richard Léveillé, Samuel de Champlain   

    It Might as Well Be Spring 

    Trois mois avec mon meilleur ami à trotter l’Asie et voilà que je foule à nouveau les contrées que ce bon vieux Sammy de C s’est plu à appeler le «Québec». Le retour est difficile pour diverses raisons… chocs tant culturels que personnels, mais là n’est pas le point. Mon compadre, lui, reste dans le nord de l’Inde jusqu’en fin novembre. Ses parents organisent un souper, m’invitent de même que sa copine, sa soeur et son copain à elle. Tout le monde parle, échange, boit, compatise, blague. Et d’un coup, on the spur of the moment, son père me sort un disque. Le disque. L’enregistrement live d’un concert impromptu donné par Luc Fortin, Richard Léveillé, Michel Donato et Marin Nasturica qu’il avait entendu à Saint-Donat pendant l’été. C’est avec des yeux brillants qu’il me le fait écouter. Depuis, je ne peux m’en enlever les airs de la tête.

    Celui-ci, c’est un fantastique arrangement jazz-manouche de l’Hymne au printemps de Leclerc. Michel Donato, contrebassiste qui n’a même pas besoin d’introduction, fût d’ailleurs jadis celui qui fournissait la base aux accords de Félix. Façon musicale de dire que «stai son bôssiste, sti».

    L’Hymne est une de ces chansons qui touchent un éventail si varié de gens à travers tant d’âges qu’il est difficile de ne pas la qualifier d’universelle. C’est le genre de chanson avec laquelle on peut grandir. Elle me touche différemment maintenant qu’il y a quatre ans, disons. Maintenant, elle me fait dire que le printemps, c’est une question de perception; il naît en nous quand on veut. Quétaine, vaporeux, digne d’un biscuit-fortune, vous direz de cette pensée. Et c’est tout à fait vrai, à condition qu’elle soit dépourvue d’une émotion qui l’accompagne. Alors écoutez.

    L’hymne au printemps – Fortin, Léveillé, Donato, Nasturica

    in Pondycherry lies wisdom

    Three months of strolling through Asia with my best friend later and here I am, back on the same shores ol’ Sammy de C affectionately nicknamed ”Québec”. Returning, this time around anyways, is difficult for many reasons, be they cultural as well as personal, but therein does not lie my point. My brother-in-arms, for his part, remains stationed in the north of India till late November. His parents, knowing I came back, plan a supper and invite myself along with his girlfriend, his sister and her boyfriend. Everyone talks, laughs, drinks, exchanges memories, opinions, jokes. And, on the spur of the moment, my friend’s father takes out a disc to share it with me. The disc. A live recording of a lakeside summer show in Saint-Donat he attended featuring none other than Luc Fortin, Richard Léveillé, Michel Donato and Marin Nasturica. It was with sparkling eyes that he popped it into the player. I haven’t been able to extract its melodies out of my mind since.

    The track I share here is a fantastic jazz-manouche style arrangement of l’Hymne au printemps by Félix Leclerc. Michel Donato, the reigning king of jazz bassists in Montreal, was, as a matter of fact, Leclerc’s bassist back in the day.

    L’Hymne is one of those songs that reaches into the souls of such a wide array of people and ages that it would be difficult not to consider it universal. It’s also one of those songs that you can grow with. It appeals to me differently now than it did four years ago, for example. Right this very minute, it makes me believe that Spring, as a concept, is mostly a question of perception; you can make it blossom at will. Corny, vague, fortune-cookie crap, you might say. True, if it’s not backed by a feeling. So just listen.

    L’hymne au printemps – Fortin, Léveillé, Donato, Nasturica

    Bonus:

    A very sensual take on Rodger and Hammerstein’s It Might as Well be Spring by american saxophonist Ike Quebec. (pronounce KYOO-bec) Enjoy!

    It Might As Well Be Spring – Ike Quebec

    the raging bay of bengal... is awesome!

     
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