Bio Ritmo @ Lula 10/24: salsa dura to the rhythm of life

Even though I knew next to nothing about salsa music at the time, it took about five minutes upon meeting them on Good Friday, 2006 from me to realize that Bio Ritmo wasn’t your garden-variety salsa band.  They had just arrived in Toronto after having driven 15 hours from their home base in Richmond, Virginia.  We were backing their 15-passenger van out of the alley on the west side of Lula Lounge, when they spontaneously broke out in an Appalachian folk round.  The show that evening, which remains a high point of my life as a music promoter, inspired one person from a nearly sold-out crowd to remark, “That was like a breath of fresh air through this place,” to my friend Julie who was working the door.  No less an authority than Howard Laurie, Lula’s master soundman, was astonished, and he’s seen one or two great salsa concerts.

Bio Ritmo returns to Toronto on Friday, October 24 — two weeks from today, s’matter of fact.  Once again, DJ Gury Gury will be behind the decks; he’s also hosting them in Guelph two nights before on Wednesday, October 22.  Here’s what someone who does know a thing or two about salsa, Pablo Yglesias of Descarga.com, has to say about their new album Bionico:

So many salsa albums today sound dead, prerecorded, vapid, without the joy or rawness of the old school. But the multi-cultural Virginia-based Bio Ritmo are the exception to the rule: they bring all the grit, sweat, and playful humor of all your favorite classic groups, without sounding slavishly retro or like some shiny imitation from an exotic land. These folks do what comes naturally, bringing a lot of personality to their underground sound. They also bring an inventive flair to their arrangements, due in large part to the fun electronic keyboards of the marvelous Marlysse and the swinging four-part brass section. Yet despite all the wild instrumentation and many changes each song goes through, there is a well-grounded, cohesive feeling to the band’s sound. Lead vocalist and highly talented visual artist Rei Álvarez is the glue that unifies the album over all, with his distinctive nasal tone that puts me in mind of left field favorites like Angel Canales and Willie Colon. This is a wild, challenging record that takes off from where their last long player left us and goes one notch farther, combining outlandish electronics, infectious percussion, sabroso piano, and songs that never get stale, reminding me of the risk taking that Eddie Palmieri, Larry Harlow, Willie Colon, Angel Canales, Fruko, and Cortijo used to take way back in the bad old 70s. They cover a tune by the great Bobby Valentin, and there is even a version of the theme from the Bionic Man!

It was nothing if not a Green party…

A Toronto nanobusiness well worth the attention of all y’all from conscious masses is The Little Green Book of Big Savings, the brainchild and labour of love of Toronto entrepreneur Allison “Baby G” Greenbaum.  If there’s one challenge that sums up what we all have to do to turn this planet toward a healthy axis, it’s reducing the cost of living well and this little book is a great place to start.

Toubab Krewe at Revival: where Aframerica meets Appal-EH-chia

After a 3 1/2 hour white-knuckle ride at the border, Toubab Krewe rolled into to Revival on Sunday — in a bus formerly owned by none other than Graham Nash. A stellar half-hour set from High Plains Drifter, who brought their A-game for the occasion, and the usual vibeful and floor-filling selections from dj medicineman rounded out the mix for this Small World Music Festival fiesta.

“Toubab” means “foreigner” in a Malian dialect whose name escapes me right now.  It’s such an ironic handle, because these guys are completely at home wherever they travel, from West Africa to northern Vermont and everywhere in between.  They’re equal parts dedicated students of ancient African traditions and hard-driving Southern rock wrecking crew with a little bit of New York street.  Toubab Krewe’s music grabs you from the first note and doesn’t let go, going from rhythmic ecstasy to melodic contemplations and back again.  The 15-minute percussion jam to close the show was nothing less than cathartic.  What was looking like a pretty grim night crowd-wise early on thankfully picked up into a wonderfully energetic yet intimate gathering.

You read a lot of navel-gazing about white people playing African music, and whether it’s “okay” for this to be happening; one would have thought that the Beastie Boys, Ry Cooder/Ali Farka Toure, Paul Simon, and a few hundred other examples might have put these insecurities to rest, but apparently not.  Near as I can tell, “white people” play African music because it inspires them — it’s joyous and cathartic and rhythmically dialed into to the soul.  And because they know that what they do inspires Africans, who a) love great American sounds just as much and b) are thrilled to share their culture with Westerners who know full well that when it comes to great music, so many roads lead back to Africa.  Observing High Plains Drifter’s Jamaican bassist raptly attentive to Toubab Krewe’s Jewish bassman recounting stories of visiting the homes of African master musicians, making arrangements for lessons and being taken in as a member of the family was something I won’t soon forget.  Even more exciting was the band’s sense of connection with Toronto, that immediate feeling of being in a city they know is made to embrace what they do.  I can only imagine where this thread which has gone from Tinariwen to Afrissippi to Toubab Krewe and this coming Tuesday to Vieux Farka Toure at the Mod Club, will lead next.

Many, many thanks to Small World, Jay Cleary & NuFunk, Batuki Music & Karibuni Radio, Toubab Krewe’s team at Upstream and Skyline, all the Toronto media and community stalwarts who got the buzz around and everyone else who came together to make a magical night go down.

The bar has been raised, irie…

If you’re curious to hear some of the most lyrically inspired and harmonically advanced reggae music on Earth, pick up this CD wherever you can, and better yet catch the second night of Jason Wilson‘s CD release with iconic guests Ernest Ranglin & Pee Wee Ellis at Hugh’s Room (2261 Dundas St. W.) tonight.  Magical stuff.  A Live Music Report on the opening night is coming soon…

Yes, we’re about to re-elect Stephen Harper…

Let’s see if I have this straight.  The U.S. government is trying to borrow $700 billion from China, Saudi Arabia and other saintly benefactors to buy up bad Wall Street debt, a goodly sum of which will go to reward Wall Street CEOs for their visionary and prudent fiscal management.  Sooner rather than later, they’ll be able to worm their way out of hock by speculating on carbon.  I guess that’s the logical evolution of the bubble concept, one literally made of air.  The possibility a carbon market coming onstream at the same time as a privatization of Social Security — with Sarah Palin waiting in the wings of the presidency behind a 72-year old, four-time cancer survivor — is very, very real.  Plus we’ve got a three-month orgy of “Get it while you can!” from El Presidente before he returns to the military/petroleum/narcotics complex from whence he came.  These sounds like long odds for even God to take care of, don’t they?

Canada, tell me you’re smarter than to re-elect a Prime Minister who’s in cahoots with these people.  Call me a northeast progressive snob (or worse), but in light of this, ahem, empirical evidence voting for Harper is a reflection of either a moral or genetic failure.

Blog birth announcement

Lookee here, Billy Bryans posted a birth announcement for this wee blog:

“Welcome aboard dude. I forgot to tell you that blogging is insanely time-consuming, not worth a cent of income and you need to do it everyday for a year before anyone even notices.”

Hey, that sounds a lot like promoting, doesn’t it?  At least this stuff’s easier in terms of overhead, though.

Krewe’s Control: Toubab Krewe @ Revival this Sunday

His word carries a wee bit more weight than mine, so have a look at Tim Perlich’s feature on Toubab Krewe in this week’s edition of NOW Magazine.  It’s a huge honour to be presenting their first Canadian headline concert, this Sunday at Revival, 783 College St., as part of the Small World Music Festival.  Tickets are $12 at Soundcapes and www.smallworldmusic.com, $15 at the door.  There’s also a special $10 guest list which you can get on by e-mailing nufunkconcerts@gmail.com

It’s nights like this that to my mind represents the true magic of world music, that ability to forge the unlikeliest of common grounds between people from such disparate places and inspirations.  Hope to see you there!

Travels with the Peacemaker’s Chauffeur

Last night I had the privilege of being at the CIUT studio with Ernest Ranglin, Pee Wee Ellis and Jason Wilson; listening in on and taking photos of their interview with David Dacks on his always-insightful show The Abstract Index; followed by a taste of their rehearsal at Ratspace (definitely the hippest and classiest studio I’ve seen in the city) which included a few minutes of breaking lambsbread with Ernest.

Pee Wee is a man of few words, but what he does say more often that not makes you hit the floor laughing.  Mr. Ranglin, I want to see your birth certificate; there’s no way you’re 76!  Jason, thank you for making it possible to be part of this summit.  The joy on David’s face as he skillfully engaged his guests said it all.   Tonight, the Peacemaker’s Chauffeur sets sail at Hugh’s Room!

David Dacks, Pee Wee Ellis, Jason Wilson & Ernest Ranglin

Summit at CIUT: David Dacks, Pee Wee Ellis, Jason Wilson & Ernest Ranglin

happy birthday, Mom!

Just wanted to publicly wish my mother, Ingrid Philipp, a happy and joyous 61st birthday.  Wish I still that old cassette of Dylan’s Highway 61 Revisited.  Looking forward to celebrating over Jason’s show at Hugh’s Room!

Alright old man, it’s on!

My father, who generally speaking has quite admirably pushed aside his New England traditionalist leanings to embrace the blogosphere, shared this article from Chronicle.com entitled “Online Literacy is a Lesser Kind” by Emory University professor Mark Bauerlein; in response to the news of his eldest’s new blogging venture. You have to admit, there’s a certainy irony to this article being posted in long form online in the first place.  Where’s the YouTube video?  Here’s the concluding paragraph of from article, which for the record I read from end to end without the use of a printer:

“So let’s restrain the digitizing of all liberal-arts classrooms. More than that, given the tidal wave of technology in young people’s lives, let’s frame a number of classrooms and courses as slow-reading (and slow-writing) spaces. Digital technology has become an imperial force, and it should meet more antagonists. Educators must keep a portion of the undergraduate experience disconnected, unplugged, and logged off. Pencils, blackboards, and books are no longer the primary instruments of learning, true, but they still play a critical role in the formation of intelligence, as countermeasures to information-age mores. That is a new mission for educators parallel to the mad rush to digitize learning, one that may seem reactionary and retrograde, but in fact strives to keep students’ minds open and literacy broad. Students need to decelerate, and they can’t do it by themselves, especially if every inch of the campus is on the grid.”

The essential place of the quiet, measured environment to grow the mind must be given its proper respect.  Then again, the advent of mass printing caused people to decry the inevitable downfall of oral storytelling traditions.  The idea of the Web being a poor media for reading the printed word isn’t exactly news.  Have we not redefined the concept of literacy to include all vehicles and mechanisms for the propagation of worthy ideas?  Shouldn’t we be grateful that everyone can publish their ideas with the click of a mouse, and the Library of Congress can fit on a standard-size hard drive – especially as we face the onslaught of the barbarians who have already stormed the gates of enlightened thought, torches in hand?    Digitalization also means democratization and access, and how people choose to burn ideas into their synapses from there is up to them.

Dad, I’ll call you from my cellphone to confirm for Scrabble next week.

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