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...this is not about me, this is about my city - a living document of Chicago's art's scene, a memoir of concerts I've been to & performances I've seen, a jaded scribe's small sampling of the many offerings of this vibrant cosmopolitan city that I'm lucky enough to call home. I work the city as the city works me, all of us connected in varying degrees, here i pay tribute to our evolving soundtrack, I plug praiseworthy endeavors & try to give a little back... Together with my peers we paint this crossroads with every shade we can find, in your mediums & mine, i run with deep house deviants & wrinkled blues cats, youngun' b-boy crews & quirky circus brats, snobby eclectic DJs & electric painters laboring on projected displays, film makers armed with mini-DVs & picky chefs sculpting tricky masterpieces out of vegan grease... i kick it with slam poets & theater geeks, powerbook producers & fashionista freaks, photoshop fellowships & choreographer hips, while jazz cats blow digital epics through pursed bebop lips... i'm at the nexus of the next wave of Chicago sound - this is where i share the stories of all the beauty I've found...

Friday, May 27, 2005

Funkadesi @ Hot House

Caught Funkadesi @ Hot House to open a long weekend. This was actually my first time seeing the group perform, although I've seen various band members in different capacities playing in other ensembles. It was a big group of people, with a whole lot of instruments, and with a vibrant, happy Friday night crowd dancing in front of the stage all night long. I was front and center...
I cannot begin to describe the sound, look, or aesthetic of this band - their appeal crosses generations, continents, and language boundaries. A group of musicians this eclectic that manages to communicate at all is a feat in and of itself, but the fact that they can forge coherent, well-crafted songs together is a trubute to the openminded cooperative nature of most students of the world's rhythmic traditions. The sound of a dhol drum juxtaposed against conga patterns, the melodic blend of a sitar & a saxophone, these are compositional experiments that have the capacity to go horribly wrong at any given moment, but within Funkadesi the arrangements breath, the musicians are all smiling, and the crowds are bouncing along to a cosmpolitan groove that feels both organic and evolved...

turbans & dreads
bopping Hot House headz
sitars & singing sisters
drummers with finger blisters
celebrations and passages through multiple formats
burnt melting pot anthems from culture junkies in cool hats
elders & upstarts
interracial couples with full hearts
tacets & hits
the funk fuse lit
too many people dancing to see
no matter where you sit
something so unlikely and so innate
natural blues across nation states
we find the people we're meant to find
while seeking the soundtrack of the immigrant mind...

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Blogger Hoodia said...

Help me Dude, I think I'm lost..... I was searching for Elvis and somehow ended up in your blog, but you know I'm sure I saw him in a car lot yesterday, which is really strange because the last time I saw him was in the supermarket. No honest really, he was right there in front of me, next to the steaks singing "Love me Tender". He said to me (his lip was only slightly curled) "Boy, you need to get yourself a San Diego cosmetic surgery doctor ,to fit into those blue suede shoes of yours. But Elvis said in the Ghetto nobody can afford a San Diego plastic surgery doctor. Dude I'm All Shook Up said Elvis. I think I'll have me another cheeseburger. Then I'm gonna go round and see Michael Jackson and we're gonna watch a waaaay cool make-over show featuring some Tijuana dentists on the TV in the back of my Hummer. And then he just walked out of the supermarket singing. . . "You give me love and consolation,
You give me strength to carry on " Strange day or what? :-)

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