You know that this music thing is really my thing, like I would be doing what I do even if I wasn’t getting paid for it. I guess it’s a compulsion, but that doesn’t really explain the connection that I have to music properly. But I just get a sense of indescribable enjoyment out of it, much like the way my sister Zoe Strauss describes her connection to the visual in this short film about her. The thing is I’m nowhere near as smart or talented as her… “Through the Lens of Zoe Strauss“ from Ted Passon on Vimeo.
But yeah man – sometimes there’s just something that hits you hard. Sometimes you hear something that instantly connects with you and there’s no way of putting it into words. So you’ll just have to listen. This past Thursday I did a show in Atlanta with my dudes Kon & Amirand the homie Injex from Sound Table. The night was over and I was standing in the back yard when I heard a song coming through the crack of the door that was so beautiful and haunting that I immediately had to rush in and see who it was. Injex was on the decks just playing 45s after hours and I walked in the booth like “Yo son what the eff is this?” The record was just ending at the time and, at the same time I was walking up, both the bartender and the last dancer on the floor simultaneously walked up, all three of us individually demanding to know what the record was. He showed me the 45 and it was so on. The next day in my hotel room in Montreal I was able to get a copy online (from the homie James Pants as a matter of fact!)
It was The Three Degrees. This is like a record that I should have known, but I didn’t. Sometimes things fall through the cracks and you miss joints, and this is one of them. The Three Degrees are a female vocal group from Philly and pretty much the “first ladies” of the TSOP organization. Mostly known for their songs “When Will I See You Again” and “The Sound Of Philadelphia” they went through a few variations of their lineup throughout the years but regardless of the members they always had one of the most distinctive vocal stylings of all time. Like top shit, eclipsing many of the more notable and supreme names in music history in my opinion.
This song came from their first album which predates TSOP, the 1970 “Maybe” release on Morris Levy’s Roulette imprint. The album was helmed by Philly producer Richard Barrett, who decided to lead the girls debut record off with an album cut buried deep on the first album by Cleveland rock outfit James Gang, “Y’er Album.”
The song was written by the great Joe Walsh and honestly, even though I have “Y’er Album” I never picked up on this cut, probably gravitating towards some of the more drum-laden tracks. But listening to the remake made me realize how incredible of a song it is. However I definitely feel as though the original is eclipsed by the remake, with Barrett’s orchestration being so lush and rich but never heavy-handed, coupled with absolutely perfect harmonies. This song floors me. It’s flooring me right now as I type while I listen to it.
Okay just want to be clear here, Breakbeat Tuesday isn’t just about “breakbeats” and whatnot, it’s just about joints and heavy tunes. But since I know a bunch of folks out there like their drums and breaks and whatnot, here’s a joint from the first James Gang album that sort of fits the bill.
Happy Birthday Curtis Mayfield. There was only one and there will NEVER be another. The master storyteller and, if James Brown is the Godfather of Soul, then Curtis is the Grand Uncle, and the true Conscience Of Funk. Tonight in New York I will be spinning at SubMercer – 147 1/2 Mercer St. – playing all sorts of Curtis tunage. This is including but not limited to early stuff, covers, productions, tributes, samples and more… Come through!
The homies who have the Memory Lane show on UStream had me as a quest on their show last night. It’s a pretty great concept – they come over to a DJs house and broadcast him spinning live from home, audio and visual. So here’s 90 minutes of me hanging out playing rap vinyl and 45s in my house while drinking beer and sweating profusely. Shout to my wife, Pete, Skizz, Julie, DJ Eclipse and the rest of the Memory Lane gang.
Mega-props to everyone that came out to Deity in Brooklyn on Friday night to see me and Rich tear it down. The word “epic” is really overused these days so I’m not going to even go there. But when you have an absolutely rammed dancefloor all night, and a dancefloor that is packed at 4:15 when the lights are up and people are refusing to leave, that says something for sure. Stay tuned here for an announcement about this in the coming days. Also tonight at 9PM EST I will be spinning a live set from my very own crib, broadcast live via Ustream on the Memory Lane show. Definitely tune in and check me out, all vinyl raps and breaks, and pictures of me wearing my house shoes.
I took last week off cause I mad all sorts of stuff to handle so I’m gonna make this week’s entry extra thick and extra quick. You know, the thing with the internet and music consumption is that information and material is so widely and quickly disseminated that it (in my opinion) lessens the significance of actually discovering something yourself. Chris Weingarten spoke about that in the video that I featured last month. I’m not saying that it’s a bad thing because it’s wonderful that people have that access to things that they might not have had 5, 10, 20 years ago. But the context I think gets a little skewed, along the lines of what I’ve always held to be the canon or hierarchy in this whole funk thing. Because of the internet you got kids running around talking about the Salt 45 but can’t tell you a damn thing about James Brown. And that’s a shame to me because if you don’t have a solid foundation you won’t stand for long. So where there’s a lot of people who won’t want to deal with anything that isn’t rare, I say I would rather have the great than the rare. And the fact of the matter is that if something what that popular it probably means it was that much better. So with this mind set I want to get cracking on talking about one of my all-time favorite bands, The New Birth.
I discovered The New Birth when I bought the “Birth Day” album at Funk-O-Mart back in 1991 or 1992. The above Bobby Womack cover song, “I Can Understand It” was the first song of the album. That was all I needed to hear to fall in love with this group, and it was very soon that I started to incorporate a lot of the funk that I had been amassing, including New Birth, into my DJ sets. The group was the originally known as The Nite-Liters, an instrumental outfit from Kentucky, consisting of several members – most notable which is Harvey Fuqua.
Fuqua was first a member of the Doo-Wop group The Moonlighters and went on to become one of the main songwriters and producers within the Motown machine, including being responsible for the pairing of Marvin Gaye and Tammi Terrell. Fuqua eventually went on to discover the legendary Sylvester, producing for him his seminal “Over And Over” among others. But he always had his side project, Nite-Liters, which after some absorption and restructuring became The New-Birth.
The New Birth had a pretty successful career as a band and for my money they were one of the tightest ensembles of that day and age – standing up alongside giants like Kool & The Gang and Earth, Wind & Fire. Lots of people dismiss them as being a “tepid funk” outfit but honestly I think the people who think that are soulless monsters. I fully suggest going out and buying some New Birth music, starting with “Birth Day,” “Blind Baby” or “It’s Been A Long Time.” 70s funk and soul music at it’s finest. Here are a few examples of the New Birth sound, complete with the obligatory break beats. Enjoy!