by carl wilson

Special K


Leading the Thursday Reading pack today, the CBC's arts site has a fine piece by Matthew McKinnon about one of the few African faces in the whole Live8 spectrum, Toronto's Somali-born K'naan, the subject of some riddik' below-radar beefing by K-Os.

Speaking of Live8, my colleague John Doyle has an impassioned Irish defence of the event and heaps scorn on the haters in today's Globe and Mail. Amen. (Sadly it's for subscribers only.)

Elsewhere, Eye has interviews with Afrika Bambaata and Ari-Up of the Slits, both playing town this weekend. My colleague Russell Smith redeems himself (sorry, by subscription only) for his jazz-know-nothing columns with some interesting stuff on electronic music and conceptual art, including a "cloud harp" that translates airborne formations into note clusters, and Alarm Will Sound's acoustic covers of Aphex Twin, in which Russell notes a double meaning of "analogue" - both as "not digital" and "analogous." But he doesn't propose much in the way of answers to his own question, "Why are so many people trying to make natural sources behave like machines and machines like humans?" except to posit a desire for "revenge on electronic music," which is mostly silly. I think it's less about revenge than about a continuing desire to explore our intimacy with the machinic.

The New York Times presents a bulletin on Marshall Allen's efforts to keep Sun Ra's legacy evergreen. And in NOW, Tim Perlich tips us off to an Electric Eels-influenced band from Portland called the Hunches, but otherwise this week's music coverage generally suxx, because Sarah Liss looks to be en vacances.

Woo! And this just in: Speaking of the Electric Eels - and therefore of the 1970s Cleveland underground - there's a treasure nugget of a piece in the anniversary issue of that town's Scene magazine that tells a story I've always wanted to hear told: The pre-Pere Ubu, pre-Rockets days of David Thomas as a writer and art director at that 'zine, under his Crocus Behemoth persona - "a bushy-haired hulk with the physique of a refrigerator and an uncanny thirst for vodka." Shapes of things to come: His first article began, "I want to tell you about my fake arms." It's like the opening lines of Navvy!

The Writ | Posted by zoilus on Thursday, June 30 at 12:55 PM | Linking Posts | Comments (6)



j'ai rentree de mes vacances maintenant. being marooned on the quebec equivalent of walden pond (no phone, no internet, no nuthin') was liberating, but leaves one scrambling to catch up on cyber-reading.

that, sir, was such a lovely namecheck to come home to. thank you.

(you don't enjoy fluff pieces on the waking eyes?)

Posted by lisstless on July 4, 2005 11:41 AM



I believe this links to the John Doyle defense of Live 8 you mentioned:

It's a nice try but the optics of the event still leave much to be desired (by optics of course I'm referring to race and in the spirit of most music criticism I'll reduce it to a parenthetical remark).

Posted by Justin on July 4, 2005 10:26 AM



That's because you've lost your mind.

Posted by Katie on July 3, 2005 01:28 PM



i seem to like k'naan way more than k-os.

Posted by brian on July 2, 2005 09:21 PM



oh, nevermind. just read the story. i don't think that's accurate, though (about b-boy stance)...

Posted by Katie on June 30, 2005 07:30 PM



i wanna know more about this supposed k'naan/k-os beef. dish, already!

Posted by Katie on June 30, 2005 07:27 PM




Zoilus by Carl Wilson