So blessed to have both in my life right now. Accordingly, here are a couple of tracks that reflect my current state of mood.
Track 11 (a unique reinterpretation of Al Green’s seminal song, Love and Happines. T. Parish once again strips to its raw components, restructuring the original arrangement with a touch of his signature Motor City jazz. What results is a beautifully reengineered song, where the soft melodic keys alleviate the devastating inflections of bass. Jazz, house, soul, whatever you make use of this music, one things for sure: it’s DEEP.
I’m feeling incredible at the moment. I just turned a year older and couldn’t be more elated about the fact. The truth being, I have so many things to be thankful for: a supporting family, inspiring friends, & the overall grand direction of my life as a young adult. The list might seem proverbial, and it maybe so, but within the mindset of this newly crowned twenty-something, the list retains more depth, more meaning. I was advised that you find yourself in limbo post-college. That your formative years take a stand-still as you reassess what direction to take.
You know what? I am enjoying my time in purgatory.
Because, I am surrounded by people that inspire me. Beautiful people whose strange quirks bursting from their seems. Beautiful people whose intrinsic knowledge and personal sensibilities rub off me. Beautiful people who balance me out. Moreover, the past year might be my most romantic yet; acquisitions of new friends, new lovers, a growing zeal for music, a job in the contemporary art scene, and finding a place in my city’s bizarre youth culture circus.
During an LSD-induced exploration of the Getty Center, a dear friend of mine told me, the things in life we appreciate were not born out of mediocrity. Uttered words serve as a perfect summation of the past year spent. Kindred spirits in a house of masters, lost within the galleries, inspired by their works while aspiring to be at the height of our own potential. A moment stood still as if we were at the center of the universe.
These are the products of inspired individuals, this is what they slave for.
This right here can be us.
At that very moment I felt unhinged.
My resolution for this year is to nourish my virtues: my unwavering spirit, my quiet cool, my gentle gusto, and even my goofball nature. It maybe egocentric of me to do so, but I wish myself a happy birthday. Here’s to a few more years of living the life electric.
Whenever I find myself out of a Theo Parrish binge, I seem to quickly and deeply find my way back in. Why? because the man operates like heavy machinery: without relent, without remorse, but full of purpose.
Emotive though as it maybe, his songs and selections hold so much narrative and power that it’s impossible for me to not loose my mind while listening. Theo is the embodiment of Detroit’s attitude, the Chocolate City’s mentality of put up or shut up, he plays whatever he wants yet still wears his musical convictions on his sleeve. It’s utterly inspiring and ultimately what I aspire to be as a music lover, and quite possibly as a selector. I cherish with great pride when I was properly introduced to his musical dominance in London’s Plastic People, back in the beginning 2010, where he seemed to be at home churning massive tracks one after the other. It might have been the copious amounts of MDMA consumed and one-too-many whiskey tonics, resulting in a brief exchange of hip gyrations with his wife (true story!) but boy oh boy, I was lost deep in musical bliss. To quote Theo himself, that night changed my DNA.
Below are some carefully selected Theo tracks, though listen sparingly or otherwise you’ll find yourself in a deep chasm of monumental musical bliss. (Expect more posts of this vein)
Track 13a – baby makin’- hip gyratin’- after hours tuneage, so sexy.
Over U embodies everything that I love about deep house music. The slow progression, minimal instrumentation, & Amp Fiddler’s enchanting soft whispers are utterly sultry, and I’m positive the inaudible conversations in the background are of Mr. Kenny Dixon Jr. (aka Moodyman), not surprising since they often collaborate.
Under normal circumstances, the song maybe too slow to play out for the dancefloor but when it does happen, it separates the people gyrating their hips from the people eager to gyrate their soul. Music can be one hell of a drug.
This egocentric illusion lies in fact that all our mortal lives we must occupy a point in space and time. As a result, it appears to each of us we are the center of creation. Conversely, it appears to each of us that the whole cosmos revolves around that point in the space-time that we occupy. What’s more, wherever we go in space-time, this egocentric illusion pursues us, since we move our center. In a word, every living, conscious creature experiences itself as the true center of the cosmos, when in fact the cosmos has no true center.
– James Christian, Philosophy: An Introduction to the Art of Wondering
This one’s kind of something special. Just let it lull you.
Whether you consider yourself a vinyl-only crusader or an avid mp3 downloader, this is an insightful read.
“Some may bemoan the dire circumstances of music sales at the moment, but as the saying going, ‘one door closes and another opens’. The open door is a represented by a revitalised modus operandi. It needed a makeover and in some ways the industry has never been healthier.”