Diskjammy #8: OCCUPY THIS MIXTAPE! [What are YOU fighting for?]

It's been a while. Almost a year, in fact.

Diskjammy #7 was uploaded from my laptop [then stationed on a desk built from a door in an industrial block in Tottenham, London] on November 11, 2010. On November 10, 52,000 people hit the streets of London for the first of several protests against education and public sector cuts. The movement, such as it was, bloomed and ballooned, gathering momentum and supporters as it went. I was there too, and it felt real and bloody, exciting and frightening: a brave new war. I started reading books about Capitalist Realism and neo-liberalism and queer resistance and thought about building a Trojan horse out of scrap wood; but I was falling in love, too, and working long hours to pay the rent. When I wasn't working I lay in bed with my lover and talked about the future, which was bleak. Like the rest of us I was sharpening my tools, getting ready for something. Nothing was happening, not yet; but everything was changing.

I moved out of Tottenham, left for Berlin, left for New York, kept working; and all the time I was thinking, "I must make a new tape." But every new theme I thought up just seemed silly in the face of what was going on around and inside me, and so I left it, and waited.

I write this from a desk covered with other people's papers in a studio in Shoreditch. I don't live anywhere in particular, but I work here from time to time. As I write, London embarks on its third day of occupation at St Paul's, joining an unprecedented wave of protest across the globe, from Syntagma to Wall Street and everywhere in between.

Inevitably, there's been a lot of talk about "the soundtrack of the revolution" - of punk rock and grime and the Human Microphone. What is clear, however, is that this movement is no singularity, but a wave, a multiplicity - as various as cities and people and as diverse as our lives. "It was true in Syntagma and it is true at St Paul's," writes Paul Mason, "if you ask 50 people why they're here and what they want you will get 50 answers."

Diskjammy has always been something of a research project. I love reading diaries, looking at photos, hearing stories; the breadth of lived experience as it is recorded and transmitted. These protests, in my view - however confused and divided they may appear - are about seizing visibility for human experience as it is lived by "the 99%."

[Pop]songs represent what's left of the oral tradition. They are the stories we trade back and forth; stories of desire and belonging and alienation, an affirmation that others feel as we do. Tthe 99% blog can be seen as a pictorial expression of the oral tradition, featuring people like you and me holding up their handwritten, digitized, righteously hard-luck stories before the gathered virtual crowd - like so many folk and blues and calypso singers - in order to serve the greater good and galvanize others into action. In the same spirit of revolutionary disclosure and radical emotionality, I'd like to ask you to share your .mp3s and .wavs and all your messy lossy-format longing for a better future. Or just a different one.

What are YOU fighting for?


I want your songs of rage, your battle-cries, your protest songs; I want the new young soldier, the voice of a generation; I want the song that speaks of what has made you angry again, even after ten years or twenty; I want the song that wordlessly expresses all you care about. I want the song whose harmonies suggest new models for non-hierarchical self-organization. I want your tracts. I want voice recordings made in your bedroom or on your bike; I want you to identify, and express, what kind of a war we're fighting, and to speak your part in it - in your own words or someone else's, with beats or countermelodies, with silence, with breaks, with speech, with sound.

The mixtape is the quintessential token of exchange in a gift economy wherein love is the common currency (for a person, for an idea, or for the music itself). This seems appropriate enough given that the mechanisms of market capital are breaking down on all sides. "Something has been going on between the left earphone and the right earphone of this generation that represents a profound change in attitude" (Paul Mason, as before). I look forward to hearing it in mine.


[somewhat arbitrary but strictly enforced]
** SUBMISSION DEADLINE: 25/11/11 **

What I'll need from you:

1. One mp3, titled and marked with the artist's name: any genre, any length

2. Optional: An image (.jpg preferred) of something you love.

Send to: j e s s e @ b r a v e n e w w h a t . o r g




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Diskjammy Mixtape #7: The Feast Mix [Hope Tape 2011]

How-to: left-click on title, save-as, play. Get stuck in. Celebrate.

JD's Sleevenotes

I had a vague idea, based on your average seasonal nostalgia, that a compilation made to accompany the annual coming-together ritual would sound cozy and sweet. I should have known better, really. Let's face it: the annual roundup (the taking stock, the looking back, the facing-up to) is never easy or cute - to say nothing of the mixed emotions around family and community, or the breakdown of these, or the lack.

This ambivalence was reflected in the submissions: there's some rage, some sex, some sadness, some hardness. But it's not without light [because, after all, there's no light without shadow]. And if celebration means "enjoying strength and chance and things rearranging and collaging" to quote an email from Frances who sent the amazing Mutamassik track, then this is very much a celebration tape: a Hope Tape.

Hope: we've killed another year off, we've done what we had to do. It was good; it was hard.
Now: onward and upward, right? I'll drink to that. It's gonna be awesome. It's gonna be - well, it's gonna be whatever it will be. Que sera, seignera.

So here's hopin'. And here's to you, my friend. Suck it up, swallow it down, keep on keeping on, and bon appetit.


This is what Frances would rather eat than a banquet in which gold-painted dancers are paid to dance naked in the food: "too much sweaty faux-depravity, too close to melting cheese."

Christopher's favourite meal consists of homemade sauerkraut and cheese pierogis pan fried with onions, with sides of steamed broccoli and baked macaroni and cheese.

Harry likes sushi best, because "apart from being gorgeous it's social, messy, and forbidden on many levels. "
















This is the best meal Tim cooked all year.




The Brief: Feastmix 2010

PUBLIC ANNOUNCEMENT: It has been called to attention that thematic editions of Diskjammy may display a bias for the climate and traditions of the Northern Hemisphere. JD and Diskjammy are committed to providing a globally relevant mixtape as of now; and on that note, I'd like to invite you all to celebrate. With me. With one another. With, like, everyone in the whole world.



So, 2010. What a year, huh. Really [shakes head]. What a year.

Experientially speaking - because that's how human beings roll - every year is a helluva year. A hundred thousand things happen, or nothing much happens, although something's always happening for a human being walking around on the good ol' mortal coil. And at the end of every year - if we survive it, and many of us do - we get together with those we love and those we're stuck with, and we make something of it: that we're all still alive - and together. Despite our differences, despite everything.

Rituals surrounding this end-of-the-year get-together vary by culture. Apart from Christmas - and we won't go there just now - let's take a quick look at what else is going on in the world at this time of year:

Chanukah begins on December 1st and continues for eight days. Catholics recognize the 6th of December as St Nicholas' Day (for those who don't know, St Nick was the original gangsta preceding Father Christmas). The Buddhist calendar identifies December 8 as Bodhi Day - on which Siddharta Gautama reached Nirvana. Meanwhile over in Scandinavia, December 13th heralds The Festival of Saint Lucia; Las Posadas happens on the 16th in Mexico and Latin America, and Kwanzaa, most widely celebrated in the USA, starts on the 26th and carries on right through to the first day of the new year.

One thing we all seem to have in common, though, is the sharing of victuals with our ritual (see also: food holidays in December) and the coming-together of family and friends. As the year winds down, we take stock; we raise our glasses to each other. We celebrate.

I want you to send me the songs of celebration. Celebrate the end of the year [phew!], your survival in the face of; your friends, your family, your life - *clink* - your health. Or whatever you want to drink to; I don't mind.

Songs to cook to. Songs to dance to; a heavy-footed waltz across your kitchen floor. Songs to sing together, songs to keep warm by, songs to remind you of what's past and what's coming. Songs that are glorious, songs that taste good. Hot jams. Warm sounds. Songs for the last days of 2010. Let's send the old year out on a high note.


1. Squash n' Chicken - Quincy Vidal
2. Bad Bad Boys - Midi, Maxi & Efti
3. Doun Doun/The Crux - Mutamassik
4. Spornik Kolbasnii Sex_5 [artist unknown: Cyrillic fail @ Diskjammy HQ].
5. Wants For Dinner - Ciara
6. Tante Lien - De Jeugd Van Tegenwoordig
7. It's Coming Down - Exile
8. Karate - Kennedy
9. Underwater (1979 Original Version) - Harry Thumann
10. To Binge - Gorillaz
11. We Are Beautiful, We Are Doomed - Los Campesinos!
12. Mary's Kitchen - Old Crow Medicine Show
13. Ykhezkel - Hahalonot Hagvohim
14. Savoy Truffle - The Beatles
15. Heart Attack '64 - The World/Inferno Friendship Society
16. Everybody Eats When They Come to My House - Cab Calloway
17. I Let A Song Go Out of My Heart - Duke Ellington
18. Hope - Dirty Three
19. Sunlight, Heaven - Julianna Barwick
20. Outro feat. Clara of "Great Depression Cooking"



Thanks to Harry, Liam, Anna, Tim, Frances, Lex, Stijn, Warren P, Warren A, Andrew, Jedidjah, Daniel, Christopher, Arthur, Abigail, Raf and Adrian. xxx

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Diskjammy Mixtape #6 - Travelling Songs

How-to: right-click on the title. Save-as. Download to personal listening device. Insert headphones. Get going. Keep going. Enjoy.

JD's Sleevenotes

I said I had to go somewhere, didn't I?

Well, I'm back.
And you were with me at every step.



The Brief: Travelling Songs

The world is getting smaller; everybody says so.
And time is getting shorter. There's no time and less space. So we move around all the time. We travel from here to there. We commute, we run errands, we go everywhere.
We travel through labyrinthine miles of city, on buses and trams and trains, under and overground, on foot and by bike; some of us drive for miles every day, watching the peripheral recede while the horizon stays constant. We fly across wide oceans and it takes an hour at most; we fly across the world and have lunch on arrival. I'll see you in Berlin, then, will I? I'll see you in Boston. I'll see you in Beijing.
We move through customs and immigration as though queueing at supermarkets.
We travel together and we travel alone.

And we take our music with us.
Whether going up the street for milk or two-thirds of the way around the world, our steps are measured by the beats in our ubiquitous headphones. The passing scenery - familiar or foreign - is given a context - a mood, a meaning - by what we're listening to.

When I was a kid my parents travelled all over in a blue VW, taking my lil sister and me with them. I remember a few mountains, ice creams at gas stations, and I dimly remember Florence; but mostly I remember what was playing on the tape-deck. Much later, I drove through the occupied territories with my lover the vigilante pilot peacenik, and we listened to Leonard Cohen's "I'm Your Man." I can't recall much of the landscape, except sand and guns for miles - but I could sing you every song on that record and never have to look up the lyrics.

I want the songs that get you around the block or around the world. Your driving songs. Your biking songs. The songs that sustain you through customs queues, crowded subways, and long waits at stations, airports and bus stops.

Travelling songs, in other words, for the liquid modern.



NB: My standard procedure in compiling a Diskjammy mix is usually to chuck all submissions into a playlist which goes on my iPod which goes with me wherever I go [and I get around]. I'm extra looking forward to travelling together this time; becoming acquainted, seeing the world through new ears.
So thanks, in advance, for the momentum. I've got a few places I need to go.
Love,
JD xxx

1. Auf Hören - Amp:tude
2. Walking and Falling - Laurie Anderson
3. Ran - Azeda Booth
4. Villa Diamante - Juana Molina vs Benga
5. Get Your Snack On - Amon Tobin
6. Die Befindlichkeit des Landes - Einstürzende Neubauten
7. Yellow Trabant - Motion Trio
8. You're Good - M.I.A/Diplo
9. Nyoka Musango - Thomas Mapfumo
10. Tschorba - Les Yeux Noir
11. 20 - Terry Polaki
12. I've Lost That Loving Feline - The Third Eye Foundation
13. Long Sunny - Nathan Fake
14. The Traveler - Guru
15. Eurocrat - Pandora Orchestra
16. Movies of Myself - Rufus Wainwright
17. Dance With Me - Nouvelle Vague
18. Shoes of Glass (Kidstreet Remix) - Valery Gore
19. Change the Nation - Zola
20. Come On Home - Lijadu Sisters
21. Freight Train - Art Win


Thanks to: Niels, Zsolt, Kalea, Tom, Tessel, Adrian, Hugo, Jenny Bunni, Anna, Jedidjah, Terry, Aurist, Stijn, Joe, A., Salim, Lisa, Arthur, Marz, Michael, Molly, Harry, Mirko. Apologies for any omissions.

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Collaborative Mixtape Experiment #5: The Anti-Valentine's Mix

How-to: right-click on the title, save-as, listen, enjoy.



JD's Sleevenotes
You know what? Screw it: you all know what this is about, and the tape is singing proof of it - and of the great universal madness that is love. I'm gonna let the music speak for itself: if you ain't emo, you ain't human.
[Diskjammy: powered by 100% pure love] Enjoy.



The Brief: Anti-Valentine's Mix

Admit it: you DO give a shit about Valentine's day. Not because of the event, which - for most of us, romantically engaged or not - passes unmarked at worst, and anti-climactic at best. But because of everything it represents. Because of everything we're supposed to feel about love.

Valentine's day is 1000 Hallmark clichés stuffed into a single arbitrary day. Like Christmas it's come to stand for conspicuous consumption - giving and receiving stuff, big expensive gestures - but unlike Christmas, there is no sacred or historical event to celebrate or commemorate. We don't even know for sure who Saint Valentine was, or if he was any kind of lover to speak of; it's like the whole thing just got made up at some point to sell shit and make people feel inadequate.

Couples fall over themselves trying performatively to do romantic things for one another, often failing to hit the [Hall]mark; probably because their gifts carry the stench of obligation and guilt, and only highlight the fact that love cannot be bought. Singles feel sad that they're alone. Everybody wants to get a valentine, but nobody sends one. Commercial radio stations play twenty-four hour blasts of overplayed love songs that have lost their meaning through years of misuse and over-contextualization; and love - which is complex and painful and universal - is represented as a big fluffy ball of candyfloss: sweet, pithy, melt-in-the-mouth; leaving a nasty aftertaste and a longing for something real.

Love is a wave, a flood, a storm of hormones and energetic plasma, a biological reaction, an involuntary psychological crisis of bipolar proportions, a shower of fireworks, a cloud of butterflies.

And love doesn't always work out. But I don't have to tell you that, do I?

I want your love songs. I want the songs that talk about love as you see it: the real thing, in all its glory and abjection. I want the broken-hearted ballads that get you every time. I want instrumental pieces that eloquently illustrate the moments lovers have no need for words. I'm asking you to send me an anti-valentine's card in sonic form; right from the heart.



1. Wunschmachine [Requiem] - Jesse Darling & her lovers
2. Bluish - Animal Collective
3. Love is Like a Bottle of Gin - Magnetic Fields
4. Word - Girl Band
5. Sunshower - Dr. Buzzard's Original Savannah Band
6. You Feel You Must Go, Don't Go! - Of Montreal
7. Baby What You Want Me to Do - John Cale
8. A World So Full of Love - Roger Miller
9. Forget Me Not - Wu Tang vs The Beatles
10. Safari - Holy Fuck
11. Pass This On - The Knife
12. Paradise Circus - Massive Attack
13. Sea Song - Robert Wyatt
14. Opfer Deines Liedes - Pipilotti Rist
15. Flowers for Friedrich - MXML
16. Szomoru Vasarnap - Rezso Seress and Laszlo Javor
17. La Chanson des Vieux Amants - Jacques Brel
18. I Put a Spell on You - Diamanda Galas
19. Vermillion - Slipknot
20. B is for Burning - Zs
21. I'm Not in Love - Talking Heads
22. No Children - Mountain Goats
23. I Want You - Elvis Costello
24. Walk The Line - Zoe Darling & her Dad


Thanks to Nick, Rodrigo, Harry, Jedidjah, Daniel B., Daniel P., Joshua, Arthur, Stijn, Jarvia, Elena, Stewart, Mirko, @MXML, Kevin, Kata, Rick, Theron, Ben, Tom R., Tom W., Zoe, & all the lovers. xxx

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Collaborative Experimental Mixtape #4, SIDE B

How-to: left-click on the title header, save-as, listen nice & loud & juicy, CELEBRATE.

























JD's Sleevenotes
It's been too long since Side A, I know it.

Thing is, I had some other stuff to do. I was in Haiti, making some art stuff happen. I arrived back just before Christmas. And you know what Christmas is like: nobody gets anything done for about ten days straight and that's just the way it goes; nonetheless, Happytape Side B was big on my project list, along with a whole bunch of other stuff (which is just how I like it).

Haiti was a lot to process, too: it was wonderful, terrifying, trippy as hell. I felt like I had to keep my eyes and ears open all the time just to take it all in, and so I didn't listen much to music while I was out there. Or not, at least, on iTunes.

But music was everywhere. Busting out of every bus and tap-tap. Swaggering down the street: a whole horn section with an all-singing, all-dancing choir of kids bopping along behind. There were ghetto jams with the ghetto boys, freestyling and beatboxing in a circle, each taking a turn. We were jamming once when one guy starts spitting a scratch sound. Weirdly familiar, yet I've never heard a beatboxer bust anything like it: it was an exact replication of the effect you used to get on one of those crappy old Casio keyboards in the early nineties. Haiti, the wasteland of the world, isn't a place where our trash goes to die: it's where trash goes to live again. I wrote about it; you can read it here. And those guys have more ways to make music out of nothing than yr iPhone's got apps and yr wallet's got dollars.

And then. You know what happened next.

In my relatively short and privileged life I haven't had much to do with death or catastrophe on a grand scale. I've suffered some losses, endured a few common-or-garden heartbreaks; I've had some ups and downs. This was something different.

It was grief I wasn't prepared for. The kind of grief that has you questioning everything you do. The idea of bringing out a Happytape in the middle of an earthquake somehow made no sense; I couldn't even listen to the submissions. And yet, our hotelier Richard Morse - who fronts the radical-vodou band RAM and managed to keep up a steady Twitter stream throughout those awful first days and nights - kept describing the singing in the streets of Port-au-Prince. Though the dead piled up around and the dust settled on the living, the music carried on.

Most of us (me, and perhaps you) are safe and well [insh'Allah] and able to access food, water and healthcare. Who are we, then, not to keep on singing and dancing?

Thanks again for taking part, and sorry about the radio silence. Y'all make my day.

[If anyone feels like donating to Haiti, I'd recommend finding a smaller organization on the ground, rather than any of the big internationals. Here's an initiative getting money directly to the Grand Rue community in Port-au-Prince to distribute themselves as they see fit.]




Side B

1. Faulty Old Merchandise (fragment) - Jesse Darling & Radio Darling
2. The Lucky One - Au Revoir Simone
3. Tomorrow - Kaito/Superpitcher
4. I Want More - Can
5. Bitches From Outer Space - Com.A
6. Happy Happy Joy Joy - Ren & Stimpy
7. Little Red Go-Cart - Throw That Beat in the Garbagecan!
8. Track 3* - DJ Sok
9. Fingertips - They Might Be Giants
10. Sway - The Puppini Sisters
11. Theme of Happy Living - Astro-Age Steel Orchestra
12. Swiss Glide - Michna
13. So Let It Be House - Mike Dunn
14. Joybells - St Marks Choir
15. Baby - The Phenomenal Handclap Band
16. Androgynous - The Replacements
17. When That Man is Dead and Gone - Mildred Bailey
18. Wrong Side of the Road - Tom Waits
19. De Ska Va Gött å Leva - Galenskaparna & After Shave
20. Rolling Hills - Tim & Sam's Tim & the Sam Band with Tim & Sam
21. Prelude for Time Feelers - Eluvium

*Despite our best efforts here @ DJHQ, no googlebot or search engine has managed so far to uncover the name of this song. Efforts continue, however, so watch this space.

Thanks to Sophie, Alina, Frances, David, Zoe, Silvi, Zsolti, Mikey, Mirko, Warren, Lauren, Kata, Grant, Karel, Daniel, Maria, Tim & Sam, Claire, Sunny, Susanne & Luciano.


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Collaborative Experimental Mixtape #4, SIDE A: LEMONADE, or: The Happytape

How-to: left-click on the title header, save-as, listen loud, be happy.

Hey there, Happy.

JD's Sleevenotes
It's coming down winter in the northern hemisphere; we're in the middle of a recession and it's harder to feel like everything's gonna be okay with the sun all but gone, and the rain starting to fall, and the leaves all withering on the trees. Time for a Happytape, I thought; and not only because of the winter or the state of the damn economy. Initially, though, there was something of a backlash -



Too cheesy, someone said; you should make another sex tape. Happy, said somebody else; are you out of your mind?

I knew what they meant, too. Happy has been colonialized by the commodification of desire: one thinks of greeting cards, complacency, marketing slogans, a whole choir of marching tamagochi. Kind of icky.

I was already thinking about changing the theme, but then the submissions started coming. Flooding in. Winging their way into my inbox - plink! - from all over the globe and across the wire, through different time-zones and the viscous ether. Bouncy songs, defiant songs, songs of exquisite melancholy. Often there was a message attached. "Happy, what does it mean?" wrote my buddy Mirko, "Why is it initially rejected? Maybe because it evokes pink and fluffy shallow advertising claims in late capitalism, where happiness can cynically be mistaken for a fast food product, engineered, advertised, marketed, targeted and SOLD (out). I am not a sad es gibt kein richtiges Leben im Falschen Adorno. I enjoy my little moments of happiness, and yes, they are sometimes cheesy and accompanied by an appropriate sound track. But nevertheless they are genuine feelings of being happy, in the most various moments: when driven by unstoppable energy and actionism, or being satisfied and wet when walking through the morning fog (either in a landscape or a still deserted city), or working alone, deep in the night, when fuzzing around in my space, or sharing moments with people I care about."
Elsewhere in my inbox, there were one-line philosophies as to what happy is, or whether it can be summoned in a single song. There were a few instances in which somebody wrote to apologize for their choice of submission (too cheesy, cutesy, commercial), and to say that they'd decided to go ahead and send it anyway, because these things are personal and [shrug] hey, whatever works, yunno? People wrote that things hadn't been easy, lately, and sent the one song they kept going back to. Meanwhile, on the ground, I had headphones shoved into my ears and stereos played in my face. I got to listen to the spoken accounts of dozens of good memories and the high-volume transmission of dozens of good tunes. Suddenly everyone seemed to have something to share.

Happy don't mean shit without sad, though. Because sad is the necessary other side of happy. Sad is what makes us remember - or realize - happiness as a fleeting state of entropy and fragility; and so, inevitably, I heard a few sad stories as well.

And the last few months, for whatever reason, were kind of sad for JD, too. A few things happened. It wasn't easy. But that's okay. Just how things go, sometimes.

I rode around on my bike, listening to your submissions.
There was all kinds of happy in there. All kinds of sad. All kinds of everything. There were so many submissions, in fact, that I'm proud to present Happytape as the first ever Diskjammy double-side. I rode around on my bike, usually grinning, occasionally sobbing, singing along. You know how it is. Anyway, despite it all, the songs made me happy. The variousness of them. The variousness of the spirit. The upbeats and downbeats. The words. It was a lot of fun putting this tape together; and I hope it makes you happy, too, even if only for a little bit.

Side A and B should be seen as discrete entities.





The Brief:

When life gives you lemons, you make lemonade, right?

Wrong.

When life gives you lemons, you put on your headphones. You turn up your stereo. You blast out the tunes. The beat starts pulsing through your blood; that's good, yes, your heart's still pumping, you're alive, you're feeling it. Your limbs are twitching, your eyes are streaming, you're right there inside it. There's a grin spreading like a slow warmth, right from the tips of your tapping fingers to your twinkling toes, abused as they are; this body has carried you through so many places: this body was made to dance. This heart was made to sing. That mouth? Made to smile. And you're there. You're there, again. Maybe you're dancing, maybe you're laughing, maybe you're singing along; maybe you're just smiling to yourself, tapping a toe, and maybe, just for one second - or the duration of that one track - you're happy again. Put your hands in the air, my headphones crew, my bedroom listeners, my headbang-til-it-stops-hurting homies, my dance-the-pain-away massive. Put your hands in the air and your mp3s in my inbox. Share your resilience and your joy.

Side A

Intro: PS - The Books
1. Why Not? - Fantastic Plastic Machine
2. Ray of Light - Madonna
3. Your Lips - Olu Dara
4. Über den Wolken - Dieter Thomas
5. Escape (The Pina Colada Song) - Rupert Holmes
6. Cookie Breath - MC Chris
7. Honk - Kaada
8. Something Good Can Work - Two Door Cinema Club
9. This is The Day - The The
10. Loose Lips - Kimya Dawson
11. Oh! My Mama - Alela Diane
12. When You Smile - Roberta Flack
13. Happy Pop Polka - David Perian and Alberto Baldan
14. Concerto no. 1 in E La Primavera - Gilles Apap
15. Aerial - Kate Bush
16. The Revolution Will Not Be Televised - Gill Scott-Heron
17. Bluebird - One Self
18. Hey Mami - Fannypack
19. All There Is To Say About Love - Bike For Three
20. Orange Méchanique - Stereo Total
21. 2F2 3 - Terry Polaki



Thanks to Frances, Arthur, Mirko, Alice, Astera, Karen, Jedidjah, Warren, Tom, Luna, Season, Anna, Stijn, Julia, Jen and Terry for Side A.



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Experimental Collaborative Mixtape #3: Sexxxmuzik

HOW-TO:
Left-click on the title header, save link, get the supplies in - and a lover [optional]. Turn it up until the volume's immersive. And then relax. Get into it. Enjoy.


A Note from JD: On the Difficulty of Compiling a Fuk-Tape
Putting this together was one of the hardest things I've ever done.
One starts with the problem of making a coherent whole from the [rhythmically, thematically, melodically] disparate sources, but this - the challenge of the bricoleur - is one of the chief pleasures of the Diskjammy project. In this case, though, the problem was more complex.
A good mixtape is a place, of sorts. It's a temporal journey with a spatial aspect; somewhere you find yourself, somewhere you might electively go, someplace you sink into and become part of. It's a porous place that occupies and expands into the fabric of whatever your reality looks like. With good sex, you might also find yourself "in the zone," or outer space, or in a place - massive and miniscule at once - in which you, the traveller, are no longer distinct from your trajectory. Do you see what I'm getting at? Sex is personal, as I've said often enough; and various, and particular. Other people's sex is a foreign country. I found myself faced with the problem of creating a spatial-temporal universal bliss-out zone: for solitary exploration, perhaps, or for a pair of lovers to catch the same wave by, all the way to the farthest shore. I started mapping, building, travelling. Went back and forth. Made some wrong turns. Even now I'm not 100% convinced, but in the end, I took the only road that "felt right."

And this shit's subjective. Right for whom? For me, maybe. And yes, I collaborated some.
Right for you? How could I possibly say?

Click on the link, come with. See where you end up. Take your lover/s along with you.
The Diskjammy project is inspired by the open-source movement and uses collaborative thinking to solve a problem. We'll never know whether the fuk-tape was successful unless we try it out in context - everyone according to her/his special predilections, naturally. Just thinking about that - rhizomatic experimental fucking - makes me happy.
Feedback is very welcome and may be published, anonymously.

The Brief:

Apparently 67% of Britons prefer Ravel's Bolero, which is exactly fifteen minutes long and punctuated with stern military drums throughout. With this, the 3rd Diskjammy Open-Source Mixtape, I'd like to ask you to join me in pooling our diverse experience and wisdom to give them something better - because really, as most of you will know, good sex is about being able to imagine so much more.

And I'd like to ask you to go deep with this one.

I'd like you to have tried and tested your submission, alone or with a partner, recently or long ago, with whatever constitutes sex for you [infinitely various and personal].
So hit it. Hard. Or soft. Or with friends. Or gaffer tape, peanut butter, hot wax, blindfolds, wooden legs, daffodils, or whatever turns you on.


[Intro: How Do You Cycle in High Heels? - Riccardo Iacono]
1. Rapid Eye Movement, pt 2 - Caroline Bergvall
2. Cocoon - Bjork
3. The Message - Vampyros Lesbos
4. 1.1 - Terry Polaki
5. Memorial - Explosions in the Sky
6. Sand - Einsturzende Neubaten
7. Piano Concerto. No. 21 - Sensuously SINthesized
8. The Eternal Seduction of Eve - The Real Tuesday Weld
9. Just For Fun (feat. Sena) - Zagar
10. She Blew Like Trumpets - Kyteman
11. Shoulda Known - Atmosphere
12. Archangel - Burial
13. Who Needs The Sunshine? - The Heavy
14. Dirt - The Stooges
15. Glory Box (Mudflap Mix) - Portishead
16. Ball and Biscuit - The White Stripes
17. No Joy - Khanate
18. Just You and Me - Canned Heat & John Lee Hooker
19. French Kiss - Lil Louis
20. Stricking Ejaculation - In Flagranti
21. Say Zero - Steven Ball
22. Rainstorm Blues - Flying Saucer Attack
[Outro: Sounds of Rain & Water - Anon., Youtube: "on-location omni-directional binaural field recording from the bank of the Deerfield River in Massachusetts."]



Thanks to Riccardo, Warren, Terry, Elena, Amber, Nicholas, Stefan, @formalhaut, Pip, Zsolt, Grant, David, Rebecka, Joe, Rick, Olivia, Frances, Steven, Mikey, Alina, Jan & Hek for the driving love beats and temporal-spacial sexmagic. You guys rocked it. Share the luv, spread it all around: DISKJAMMY 4 FUN & PLEASURE.


This transmission was brought to you by The Open-Sores Foundation for Collaborative Entertainment and Experimental Living// This transmission would not have been possible without your participation// The Author is dead, long live the Author [names withheld to protect the innocent]//