quarta-feira, agosto 15, 2007


- a mais recente mix de prins thomas, revista na stylusmagazine


In Bill Brewster and Frank Broughton's Last Night a DJ Saved My Life, there's a passage where Vince Aletti, writing for the Village Voice, is describing the experience of hearing David Mancuso play records, saying, "Dancing at the Loft was like riding waves of music, being carried along as one song after another built relentlessly to a brilliant crest and broke, bringing almost involuntary shouts of approval from the crowd, then smoothed out, softened, and slowly began welling up to another peak." This begs the question: why aren't more DJs doing this? What happened to the idea of a DJ being the helmsman of a ship, taking its passengers on a journey?

- philip sherburne a divagar em grande estilo sobre o catálogo da editora wagon repair


what's distinctive about them isn't the instrumentation or the musical vocabulary so much as the way they create their own worlds with their own proprietary logic. When you're dancing to these songs, or even just listening on headphones, they feel like the world's ur-dance music, the Platonic ideal for cutting rugs to. And then you put on one of the season's big club hits, underground or otherwise, and you realize just how strange Cobblestone Jazz's concept of dance music really is.