Trans-Eara Express

Movies have been made of my memories. Not mine alone, but sometimes they feel that heavy, that concrete. Which is why I get gut satisfaction seeing them cut up, tastily reassembled. And why I'm enjoying the totally unexpected (and well-edited) return of Afrika Bambaataa on his new nonretro Gary Glitter/Evel Knievel/Steve "Tapehead" Reich-mixing DJ disc. Once again, I believe in the Future. Or at least that things can really change, even if/as they settle down again—each stage is a setup for the next. But so what, 'cause he's got me listening to each vivid detail (sound-blocs themselves made up of restless-textured characteristics sporting the latest characters . . . Call these "voices," those "instruments," break 'em down even more and you won't be quite wrong, or right—together they complete the beat). I know they're gonna leave me, but can't complain, cos I'm in the flow, in the know, in the (consumer foodchain) groove.

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Afrika Bambaataa
Electro Funk Breakdown
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Each sound (incl. silence) is an actor, directed by Bam (who nowadays sweeps through city-sonic soul spaces with a non-"Hell Below"-charred broom—aw, heck). Each sound-actor gets its turn, its chance to change, and maybe even dazzle, on its stage of evolution. Which = quitting while you're ahead, before you and your listeners are tired. Hey, Bamvolution's not "progress," Frosty, but don't sweat it. Right (about) now, the time-lapse Electro Funk Soul Brother will drop back into the track (say, "2 Kool 4 Skool": in die Uberzone, born-again dropouts graduate, magna cum mad-professin' neoclass), and shake a mellow snowstorm in your Steady State "Big-Bang" ying-yang.

 
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