Salsa rio Doritos. Totally inaccurate description. There is some Jamaican jerk chicken shit happening though, like the maraca’s clackin, but not, the drums, the voice, sittin in a bar, the wind off the ocean blowing through your hair, or lack thereof, ie across your dome, watching the people dancing, feeling the beat, the rhythm, tense yet relaxed. Patience. No rush to get into the meat, if there’s meat at all. Maybe it’s a salad. A tasty one.
I dunno. The moments are here & there, but there’s a lot of lackadaisical nonchalance sprinkled heavily.
My best recommendation when listening to this would be to lay on your back, look up at the ceiling, stars, treetops, what have you, and let the cascading sounds swallow you, go adrift in them, because if you try to fight them, analyze them, time them, wait for the next wave, you will grow increasingly frustrated. Patience is a virtue, nigh, a necessity.
The music takes its time, it builds, it crescendos, or it doesn’t, sometimes it simply drifts, naturally, into the next “layer” and you’ll slowly realize that you passed on to something different, and that you missed the last, but are enjoying the new, the next, the now.
This double disc set is a “compilation” of the label bedrock records, the cream of the crop I would guess, of recent endeavors, and the sounds are nice, they are clean, they are real, they have emotion, what this or those emotions are, I really wouldn’t rally to guess.
Hmmm, it really just did what I told you it would do, transitioned, to something totally different. I should join psychic friends network. Once it’s free, that’s what I’ll do. Call up my agent and have her get a hold of that singing lady, let’s do this, I mean, c’mon. sorry, where was I? Oh yes, this music.
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