sounds of Detroit
DJ/producer Theo Parrish (1972-)
“Black Music” (feat. Craig Huckaby), Sound Sculptures Vol. 1 (2007)
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Shopping, talking, etc., 2013
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lagniappe
art beat: other day, Art Institute of Chicago
Vasily Kandinsky (1866-1944), Painting with Green Center (1913), detail
keep on dancing
Theo Parrish
“Footwork,” 2014
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“Tympanic Warfare,” 2014
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lagniappe
random thoughts
We will be outlived by our cell phones.
keep on dancing
How many steps separate the club and the church?
Theo Parrish, Netherlands (Amsterdam), 2011
Cajmere, “Brighter Days”
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lagniappe
musical thoughts
Wash up in the sound if you want to . . .
Theo inviting folks to the gig:
two takes: “Vana Vasesi”
Mancingelani (South Africa), 2010
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Theo Parrish Remix, 2011
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lagniappe
found words
I love America but America don’t love me.
—a guy sitting in front of me on the ‘L’, over and over
keep on dancing
Theo Parrish, “Dan Ryan” (1998)
Repetitive?
Yep.
That’s the idea.
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lagniappe
reading table
There are no hard distinctions between what is real and what is unreal, nor between what is true and what is false. A thing is not necessarily either true or false; it can be both true and false.
keep on dancing
Theo Parrish, Detroit-based DJ/producer
“Smile,” 1997
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Talking music (record digging, technology, DJing, etc.), 2012
keep on dancing
Sometimes I don’t want to listen.
What I want are sounds washing over me.
Theo Parrish, “Summertime Is Here” (originally released 1999; reissued 2006)
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lagniappe
musical thoughts
[W]hat we find in our mind and our thought is the same as what we find in our ear and in sound: an ocean in constant flux. Just as our ear turns out to be nothing but a construct, and likewise sound, neither can we isolate anything we might call our mind or thought, much less our self.
—The Heart Sutra, translation (from Sanskrit) and commentary (from which this is drawn) by Red Pine, AKA Bill Porter (2004)
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reading table
the whining mosquito
also thinks I’m old . . .
edge of my ear—Kobayashi Issa, 1819 (translated from Japanese by David G. Lanoue)
keep on dancing
Moodymann, “The Day We Lost The Soul”/ “Tribute! (To The Soul We Lost),” 1995
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Theo Parrish, “The Love I Lost” (Re-edit of Harold Melvin & the Blue Notes), 2003
More Theo? Here. And here. And here. And here.
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lagniappe
musical thoughts
Dance music holds out the hope, as the beat goes on, and on, and on, that nothing will be lost. Ever. But then it, too, ends.
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