Tuesday, 19 January 2010

BASHO BASHO Kidkanevil Album Launch

Have you ever had a moment when you've heard something,some rhythm, some sound, some instrument , whether familiar or unfamiliar.... and thought.....

Dam!

I wish I could smack a beat on that...!


Well, if you haven't heard of him yet... 'Kidkanevil' is one for doing just that...!

Though he is not one too overload things with samples left, right and center...his previous material has been laced with sounds from around the world..more notably,from the universe of percussion....In short,he manages to marry electronic tweaks with syncopated rhythms over beats that make you're neck hurt, and your heart stop....

His new album 'Basho Basho' is no detour from this, but with a sound that has now grown to another level, along with a seeming sonic fetish for all things Japanese. Its as if,he has tapped into a deeper part of his head, somewhere real dark,but still spacious enough to keep you nodding and light enough to keep you feeling your away for more.

If you haven't heard of him yet....then its time to switch on...and notice...Kid K in full effect.

I went down when him and his friends from First World Records put on a party to celebrate the launch..and this is how it looked...








Listen to his new album...here.. http://kidkanevil.bandcamp.com/

Photography by 'Focus' all rights reserved.



Monday, 4 January 2010

Fear & Faith


Me and someone special to me got chatting over coffee and this is what happened....

'Fear'

...Sometimes things can get thick with it...

Feeling...frustration...confusion....and that....general vortex..of shite..swirling round and round again and again.....

or

Self-deprecation...complacency....and that other inevitable vortex...you might feel... waking up one day ..way down...the line..thinking...What? How? When?...did I become...nothing.

That fear of nothing....is the greatest test we face,that emptiness we try to fill with things, people, places,love....it can all get out of control and can start to interfere with finding those very things that could truly fill that space.

The unknown....the unsure and the uncertainties within.......they are the fuel....the energy....that dissipates into us all ...until we are riddled with it...from the conscious to the sub-conscious, until it becomes us rearing its cowardly head without us even realizing.

Sometimes...

We work past it....the ego stops protecting itself and we show our light unafraid of the weight of the world that surrounds us. Though we don't know for sure....we push the outer-shell apart and expose ourselves...like a seed in the earth. There is growth...there is change.. awareness progression.

The element here is 'faith'...and it is by no means theological...

Its part hopefulness , part naivety...but before anything it is positive..

Working with the same insecurities, on the same emptiness,over the same 'nothing'...

Its the same fuel...creating its a different energy....

and that's where the challenge lieson a very fine line....having faith....or living fear....

....we can choose and we can be broken....but the only way things ever progress is to have some faith...

whilst always keeping the awareness that depending on faith alone to work things out is not facing you fear.... leading only to its our own demise...

We may not always ge what we want ..but we are more likely to find it if we point a lil'faith in its direction.

I wish I could make more sense sometimes..but I do keep trying...

Wednesday, 23 December 2009

Ricky Powell


Recently......I got the chance to sit front row to a slide and talk by an True Old Skool Player who had been booked to do his spiele in Brighton on a last minute tip.

The Spot was the soon to be bastardized old abandoned Music Library . Home to the Gang Up magazine launch, The Blind Tiger Club's notorious Speakeasy and the infamous Prescription Gallery exhibitions. The setting was the refrigerator like basement, and the layout was like a dodgy school assembly with its own makeshift bar, a large screen, and DJ Format spinning old skool beats exclusively on 45"s.

The place packed out quick and the shivering crowd had it's eyes glaring eagerly at the static image beamed by the warm projector. Until, a merry mid sized;middle aged man in baggy attire strolled down the crooked stairs and onto the scene....

Custom kicks, hoodie and Baller head gear.....This my friends is.....

......Mr. Ricky Powell....

For those who don't know....Rick has been dubbed as the 'Fourth Beastie Boy' and is a street photographer whose main body of work was taken during the late 70s to mid 90s in 'The Village' Manhattan,NYC, amongst other boroughs and cities.

His trademark shots are vintage Hip-Hop, but he also captures the life and soul of an era in a place where new culture was bubbling hard...and was simply too hot to handle for most, that is ,except for Ricky.

The first thing the man presents is a quenching thirst....and he is quickly offered a bottle of Baileys to help him run the show. He's initially taken by surprise by the density of the crowd, finding it hard to believe that we are them to listen to him.But he quickly gets comfortable and you get the feeling that this is not a shy man.

He has worked as a frozen lemonade seller, a bus boy for Def Jam, a messenger, a kitchen hand a rec center worker and a substitute teacher amongst many other things and with those job descriptions he has managed to paint a pretty thorough picture of the world he lived in. Andy Warhol, Run DMC, Cindy Crawford, Method Man,LL, the big names of the graffiti world, Tyson and the little girls from the community center all feature in his work sometimes together sometimes alone; the man had a camera in his pocket for every occasion.

His core work though is with the Beastie Boys, as through his charm and nature, and with a little of the 'right place, right time' scenario, the man befriended the Boys and even ended up on tour with them....1986...supporting Run DMC.

Tumbling a bit, he took us down Memory street and Mythical avenue, to a place when legends were young and the going was good for the rising stars of NYC. Studio 54 with then non- convicted rapist Mike Tyson, in the street with Andy Warhol , Method Man and the local bum, and Mike D's 20th birthday courtesy of JamMasterJay. These are not High Art, nor are they even what he likes to call 'Photography', these are time capsules. Insights into an original world, still free from vintage and beyond....

and for me....it felt like a night with Rick, looking at a few classy flicks , with a beer and some take away from around the corner....that and he signed my addidas!

Much love to Mr. Ricky Powell.


"Homeboy throw in the towell, your girl got D***ed by Ricky Powell" - Mike D (Beatie Boys), Car Thief, Paul's Boutique 1992.

Check his work here...

http://www.rickypowell.com/index2.html




Photos by Adam Bronckhorst (Garage Studios) with his lil'point and shoot Olympus Mjuii.

http://adambronkhorst.com/

http://garage-studios.co.uk/

Sunday, 6 December 2009

The Beginning


Trying to understand one's self can be tricky....trying to communicate it to others can bring pain and joy in equal measure.As of yet, I do not know the full reasons behind the innovation of this space, but I am aware of a continual need for expression in the discovery of 'Self' and its ramification...the 'Other'. I am a microcosm and I hope that some may find a spark inspiration in my world, like I have found in so many others....

"Warriors of the light are not perfect. Their beauty lies in accepting this fact and still desiring to grow and to learn." Paolo Coelho