Christophe and I are down at favela chic tomorrow-glance to the right-.
It’s gonna be a serious selection of synths, electro, vocoders and air bass classics

Was amazing last time-formation dancing/killer tunes/really freaky crowd.

As ever it will be the ulysses 82 exclusives we will be most excited about playing.

Here’s one from last time.

We’re slowly getting our myspace together (ish). You can check us at

http://www.myspace.com/ulysses82

And while we’re on the subject of linkage, take a look a ‘Those City Nights’ which features a peerless selection of heavy electro and indepth features like this one on one time Prince associate Andre Cymone.

Puts less thorough blogs to shame.

The other reason for the slackness is I have been busy setting up basilika’s ’sista site’ horse latitudes.

Its a bit broader than the stuff covered by basilika (well it will be) and kinda fills the space that suture used to fill.
check it out.

technorati tags:basilika, horselatitudes

This is my first proper post (sort of) and I’ve had to change my name from brubeck because someone else is biting my style…from now on, on here at least, I shall be known as ‘brubeq’.

Take it easy y’all peace.

Rearranging the Twentieth Century

In the early days of the twentieth century, culture became an industry and music became a commodity. To begin with it looked promising. Music for the people, beauty en masse. This is when jazz was born, when tango crossed oceans, when Nino Rota met Fellini, when the Beatles managed to persuade teenyboppers to toss their knickers in the air. But things changed, something went wrong.
It was a pretty gloomy day when I realised that popular music wasn’t aiming towards beauty. Music stopped referring to itself. Aesthetics was brutally murdered in broad daylight and a shallow notion of fashion took its place. A market value was attached to every bar. Music became furniture, a matter of style, a mass global product, an extension of Levi jeans or a secondary product to Coca-Cola.
It is time to move on, to rediscover why we all listened to music in the first place, why some of us decided to play music for a living. It is time to seek a glimpse of essentiality in our overwhelmingly noisy environment. Now is the time to rearrange the twentieth century, to stand up, to rebel, to resist and to say ‘no thanks’. It is time to tell Big Brother ‘I will decide what music is about’. This album is a search for the means rather than for an end. It is about playing music; it is about making music for the sake of musiK.

No…that’s not a spelling mistake…for more information about Gilad, and for his interpretation of the word ‘musiK’, and to buy his Cds – check www.gilad.co.uk

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