I was the first musician to bring this music to a big, global stage like Paris’s Olympia Hall. It was in 1970 before a completely white, European audience who understood not a single word of my language. So I had to put on a show, and in order to put on a show, the rhythm had to be animated. The rumba was really rather tepid, rather slow. I had to accelerate it. And in French, we say secouer to mean “to shake,” so secousse, which I Africanized and I called “soukous”. —
Tabu Ley Rochereau, in "An adieu to Tabu Ley Rochereau, King of Soukous" by Minna Zhou (via semipoplife)
I always thought I could never hate a song more than Cat Stevens’s “Wild World,” and indeed, “Wild World” always sounds every bit as terrible as I remember. “I never want to see you sad, girl / Don’t be a bad girl” – that has to be the worst lyric of the pre-Robin Thicke era. The way Cat hums along with the piano solo – that is some virtuoso sucking. But Robin has reached Cat’s rarefied level. That’s not the kind of sucking you achieve by accident. You have to earn it. And wow, Robin was willing to put in the work. — Rob Sheffield, “'Blurred Lines': The Worst Song of This or Any Other Year" (Rolling Stone)
_MG_7095 by fuzzysaurus on Flickr.
(Source: desert-dreamer, via escapismtothemaximum)
sin título by erisyo on Flickr.
Happy Red Fish.
(Big thanks to Annee Schwank for the artist info! Check out her blog anneeschwank.tumblr.com)