Dub Gabriel

Liv n Luv

Artist: Dub Gabriel
Remixes: Timeblind
Catalog: DAC 009
Format: Digital
Release date: 9th March 2010
  • None Luv n' Liv (Timeblind mix) Timeblind mix
          remix: Timeblind

Straight outta Kingston Jamaica via San Francisco and beyond, Luv ‘n Liv is the first single to drop from Dub Gabriel’s upcoming 4th studio album, The Cut Up. Featuring the mighty Dread in a Babylon, U-Roy (The Originator), Luv ‘n Liv lays testament to all that can be when you put a reggae legend in the same room as one of America’s leading producers of nu-dub.

With the original hook-up coming through none other than Scientist himself, U-Roy & Dub Gabriel went deep in Mark Pistel’s (Hercules & The Love Affair/Meat Beat Manifesto) Room 5 studio and emerged with Luv ‘n Liv. To round things out, DG enlisted David J of Bauhaus and Love & Rockets to hold down the bass, and Ysanne Spevack on strings who was fresh from her recent work with the Smashing Pumpkins. The outcome is pretty epic if we say so ourselves.

Bridging the living roots of dub to the future-present world of dubstep, DG also brought in some of the hottest producers in the game to remix the track, including Ming (Ming & FS), Subatomic Sound System (following up on his highly successful remix for Lee “Scratch” Perry), Lloop (The Agriculture Records) and Timeblind (Tigerbeat 6). Finally, for all those who crave a good dosage of roots, Dub Gabriel brings things back down to earth with a soulful version of Luv ‘n Liv backed by none other than Yellowman’s original Sagittarius Band. Respect!

Timeblind

Solar Life Raft Ingredients

Artist: Timeblind
Format: Digital
Release date: 4th January 2010
Available at
  • coltan and cassiterite Timeblind

The unmixed ingredients from Rupture and Shadetek’s Solar Life Raft. Including two tracks by me: Coltan and Cassiterite and Space Cadet (which came out on last year’s 12” on Version)

I’ve been waiting/yearning for Coltan and Cassiterite to come out for much of last year. I was about to release it myself just to relieve my own tension waiting for it. Anyway, its on a good home: The Agriculture and the reviews have been great so far.

The title refers to two of the minerals that are mined in the Democratic Republic of Congo and are components in portable electronics like cel phones. Its one of the unfortunate driving forces behind continuing warfare among the militias in the Rwanda/DRC border area.

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Timeblind
May 2009

for MUSICBOX / diversity.fm in Lancs

http://www.myspace.com/musicboxmobiledisco

A Mahout is a the long-term caretaker of an Elephant. I was going to call this mix Elephant Jockey, which means both “guy who likes to fuck fat girls” and is a racial epithet in certain parts of Africa. I decided not to use the name due to the latter.

One night in southern India my very good friend Galya and I got off the bus in a state park. We were immediately surrounded by the rangers who told us we couldn’t stay there due to the dangerous presence of Veerappan the Bandit (although he was never known to terrorize tourists). We caught a ride on top of a truck and there I met a Mahout who told me in typically fucked up English about his 30 years with his Elephant. Long term relationship, very deep. It was late and very dark and the truck barreled loudly under the Banyan trees. A few months later Veerappan, who was very vain about his majestic moustache, experienced health problems due to the toxic black die he colored it with. He tried to go into the city to seek help, but when the car opened its back doors he was assassinated by the police with a single shot to the head. It is believed that he had stashed millions of rupees deep in the forest in cash including ransom money and ornaments, in secret caves and holes in the forest.

Its all true I swear !

full tracklisting

LD – Peace In Our Culture
Dexplicit – Firebell
Skream – Trapped In A Dark Bubble
Eskmo Remix (Bar 9) – Murda Sound
Kromestar – Devil
Synkro – Hold On
Untold remix (Toasty) – The Knowledge
Maga Bo feat K-Libre – Nakhil
Animals on Wheels – Ball
Steppo – flossin
TIME – ECHO PARK
Dexplicit – Aura
Burning Spear – Dread River
Madosini – Nozimanga (Uthando Luphelile Dub)
Timeblind – + reg
LV Remix (Unotld) – Walk Through Walls
Ahmed Janka Nabay – Eh Congo
TIME – CATCH THE BREAK
An-ten-nae feat. Samba – Griot
Fantastic Mr Fox Remix (Untold) – Yukon
Dj Znobia – ABC
(Jahdan Blakkamoore) – Varela (Chancha Via Circuito)
Estrellas de la Kumbia -Taliban En Victoria RT @djrupture
Timeblind – tai chi-ton
Flying Lotus – Melt!
Timeblind – Wood

Mahout
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Timeblind
Feb 2009

airing: February 2nd 2009 10pm UK time

avail on iTunes as a podcast shortly afterwards

Feb show also featured:

[KANSAS CITY PROPHETS]

(all tracks unreleased – label offers welcome!)

  • Deserted feat. Linton Kwesi Johnson
  • Transport Control
  • Eye Witness Reports
  • Cams feat. Linton Kwesi Johnson
  • Trawla feat. Linton Kwesi Johnson
  • Navigator – due out on new 'Balkan Vinyl’ label ('Colours’ series) 2009.
  • Tunneltone
  • Drome feat. Soom T
  • Sleepers

LKJ drinks in the same pub I guess and KCP just asked him. nice one ! a legend.

[STORMFIELD]

  • Autopsia and Achtar – Radical Machines 1 – ( http://www.myspace.com/autopsiaachtar )
  • Scorn – Gravel Bed (original mix) – Combat Recordings forthcoming
  • Gunjack – Bruk shut Revenge – Consume
  • Subjex – Manneken Acid – In Vitro
  • Anstam – Aeto – Anstam Music
full tracklisting

Pigeon drones recorded in Ürümqi – (Royal Oculus and Gramophone Company)
crucialfelix – (live at slowsoundsystem, London)
Herbie Hancock – Nobu (live in Japan)
Twisted – Give me Up (2nd drop, UK) (we think boomkat has the titles swapped)
Art Ensemble of Chicago – People in Sorrow (I) (Americans Swinging in Paris)
Groovechronicles – 1999 – (DPR, UK)
Timeblind – Shunyata (unreleased)
Basic Channel – Radiance (Timeblind transmogrification)
F – The Untitled Dub (7even, Frankreich)
CIAfrica – STAND (CIAfrica, Côte d’Ivoire / “Eastern France”)
DJ Chemistry – Hallucinations (Chemistry Records, UK, )
DJ Nike – Soba Soba (Angola)
Art Ensemble of Chicago – obligatory Malachi Favors clown horn solo
The Berlin U-Bahn –
Anstam Music – Cree B (Berlin)
Helixir – Narcotik Dub (7even, France)
Martyn – Vancouver pure dub
Timeblind – Coltan and Cassiterite (forthcoming split 12” on the Agriculture with Rupture/Shadetek)
Vice Squad – On the Edge (just the breakdown)
Pandit Ravi Shankar – Raga Margwa (78 RPM classics, Calcutta)
F – Phantom (7even, France)
Pangea – Router (Hessle Audio, Großbritannien)
Drexciya – Depressurisation (Detroit)
Helixir – Springz & Wires (7even, Frenchland)
Spatial – Infra001_CC1 (oota Lunnon, the caipital ceity o the Unitit Kinrick )
King Sunny Adé – Eje Nlo Gba Ara Mi (Island Records classic, Nigeria)
Ramandanman – The Woon (2nd drop, not from France)
Serginho Costa – Beijar Na Marra !! (Brasileiro)
Montagem – Aquecimento dos Bailes (Brasileiro)
RSD – Over it (UK)
Groovechronicles – Incredible (DPR)
Galleon Dub – 23Hz & Numaestro (Substratum EP, Spain)
African Head Charge – Conspiring (1979, UK)
Matt Shadetek – Lily of the Valley – Flowers (NYC)
Wolves (dunno, I found it)
Timeblind – Ayerz mix (unreleased)

sub.fm mix feb 2009
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Erudite motherfuckers of the African blogosphere

15 March 2010

I've been following quite a few African bloggers lately. That's because I'm going to Africa, I'm tuning in and I want to meet real people, not just people who's profession it is to hang out with tourists. Kenya/Uganda is the plan so far.  Kenya is touristic which I hope to mostly avoid (though I might just climb Mount Kenya).  I've been told Uganda is really friendly.  A well travelled guy told me its his favorite country in Africa.


Predictably the afriblogosphere concentrates often on internet tech (http://www.techmasai.com/) and politics with a mix of music (http://moproblems.wordpress.com/). I'm looking for more literary peoples. Tips appreciated, drop them in the comments.

Potash is intelligent and obscene: a mixture I aspire to myself. The post below will catch your attention (and he does carefully hit those attention buttons), but he's usually more of a poetical, erudite motherfucker.


Today's short story [note the use of "the other day Potash is saying that..." ] (http://potashke.blogspot.com/2010/03/pobo-4.html):


IX. Do You Write (or Read)?

I wish I could say, yes, I write checks. Like P. Diddy. But me… me I am a cash guy. Hihihi… if I wrote you a cheque you best treat it with the same dharau you reserve for your M.P’s cheques. The big difference between that M.P and me, really, is that I am a businessman servicing a need while he is a make believe civil servant who robs the needy.

Honestly, who sleeps better, the guy that stole the poor man’s unga or the guy that sold some bangi? To a bunch of American exchange students for crying out loud. Yaani, to a bunch of mzungus who come here, get arse, get ghanja and get out. Go home and get therapy… N.M, in his Mongo-speak would say, ‘no Africans were harmed in Dinda’s ghanja plantation. 

I am not a slave driver, that is the fucking muhindis…Me I am the good guy.

The other day Potash is saying ati I am like a Mombasa beach hotel, I do not like doing business with Africans, what the hell does he know about business. Who has got some ethics here but me? Me, I do not sell drugs to people who don’t have health insurance. How does that make me a bad guy? 

Busia Gold is a fair trade product. 

Let us save the rest of the bull for those who know nothing about being a business man out here in Africa. Business, I mean, not biashara biashara…kuhustle, kuuza nyanya marikiti.


Me, I have been on the Highway, some chick shooting off my dingila and two Johnnies sitting at the back looking like Big Ben and his twin. Tucked away, at least for now, are their British Army issue pistols. 

The Johnnies are driving a hard bargain on a stone of Busia Gold. They are acting like this is 1954 and it is their place to tell an African what to do including what to charge for his crop. They acting like mzungus after they have been in Kenya long enough to say ‘Tusker baridi.’ You know how they play: Oh, my cab guy can get me more than that for five hundred bob… sijui my colleague is with some NGO in Ethiopia and he is bringing me Shashamane. Well, you know what I say to that shit, ‘my stone is 20 large, that is why I am pushing a VX and not driving you around in a taxi.’ 

So I am saying to the Johnnies, ‘I am told the weed in Europe kicks arse something, but how good is it to you when you are planting landmines and chasing Samburu arse in Kenya?’

Between them Brit falas they have like five thousand Kenya Shillings. But they have British Pounds too. So I hit them and more- like twenty Kenya Shillings on every Pound. 

Soon they are handing me Pounds and Shillings. And I have to count them, do the math and fold them. The Malaya wants me to smack her in the arse but I think it is silly and feel inclined to tell her to stop using me in her sales pitch to the bloody Johnnies. I want to tell her to get her mind back to Kenya where she lies on her back and I hit it- simple! I smack her arse, anyway, coz it feels good to do it with a fistful of money. Do it like a Jay Z no one has heard of yet. 

Long of the short is that if you be playing on anaa level, you’ve got to know your money. Live it. Feel it.


 


Bitch slapping the critics in 2007:


I have been called a fraud. A child of privilege trying to pass himself as the voice of the scions of the Proletariat- the herald of Nairobi’s dispossessed majority. A product of Kenya’s most elite academies- the best schools in the Republic- claiming to be an alumnus of the Streets; a self made pseudo-intellectual. That and many other things that remain the inconsequential opinion of The Few who suddenly finding me holding my own in their circles desire to drag me into the exclusive folds of their glorified embrace. They endeavour to claim me as one of their own but first, as they say, I have to drop my bullshit stance and face up to the stark realities of my yuppiness.

How do I make them understand that I come as a package; that what I bring with me is not mere baggage but the sum total of my heritage?

Yet in other circles, the circles of the Insignificant Others where I cut my teeth, my name is no longer praised but spat out like last night’s tuksin. “Behold,” they chide, Potash the sell-out riding shotgun in the cream SUV and the exotic bitch not seeing her stick shift for that self publicising dick. But the dick cannot see beyond the bottle of Jack Daniels.” Maskini hapati…, they murmur to each other punctuating their snide vitriol with gut wrenching gulps of Napshizzle …na akipata… si unamuona!


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I've been following Potash's blog for a while. I've been following quite a few African bloggers, predictably the subjects are usually internet tech and political issues, and of course music. Looking for more literary people.

Potash is intelligent and obscene: a mixture I subscribe to myself. This post will catch your attention (and he does carefully hit those attention buttons), but he's usually more of an erudite motherfucker.

a scrap from a 2007 posting:

I have been called a fraud. A child of privilege trying to pass himself as the voice of the scions of the Proletariat- the herald of Nairobi’s dispossessed majority. A product of Kenya’s most elite academies- the best schools in the Republic- claiming to be an alumnus of the Streets; a self made pseudo-intellectual. That and many other things that remain the inconsequential opinion of The Few who suddenly finding me holding my own in their circles desire to drag me into the exclusive folds of their glorified embrace. They endeavour to claim me as one of their own but first, as they say, I have to drop my bullshit stance and face up to the stark realities of my yuppiness.

How do I make them understand that I come as a package; that what I bring with me is not mere baggage but the sum total of my heritage?

Yet in other circles, the circles of the Insignificant Others where I cut my teeth, my name is no longer praised but spat out like last night’s tuksin. “Behold,” they chide, Potash the sell-out riding shotgun in the cream SUV and the exotic bitch not seeing her stick shift for that self publicising dick. But the dick cannot see beyond the bottle of Jack Daniels.” Maskini hapati…, they murmur to each other punctuating their snide vitriol with gut wrenching gulps of Napshizzle …na akipata… si unamuona!
IX. Do You Write (or Read)?

I wish I could say, yes, I write checks. Like P. Diddy. But me… me I am a cash guy. Hihihi… if I wrote you a cheque you best treat it with the same dharau you reserve for your M.P’s cheques. The big difference between that M.P and me, really, is that I am a businessman servicing a need while he is a make believe civil servant who robs the needy.

Honestly, who sleeps better, the guy that stole the poor man’s unga or the guy that sold some bangi? To a bunch of American exchange students for crying out loud. Yaani, to a bunch of mzungus who come here, get arse, get ghanja and get out. Go home and get therapy… N.M, in his Mongo-speak would say, ‘no Africans were harmed in Dinda’s ghanja plantation.

I am not a slave driver, that is the fucking muhindis…Me I am the good guy.

The other day Potash is saying ati I am like a Mombasa beach hotel, I do not like doing business with Africans, what the hell does he know about business. Who has got some ethics here but me? Me, I do not sell drugs to people who don’t have health insurance. How does that make me a bad guy?

Busia Gold is a fair trade product.

Let us save the rest of the bull for those who know nothing about being a business man out here in Africa. Business, I mean, not biashara biashara…kuhustle, kuuza nyanya marikiti.

As reading goes, I am not much of a reader but I can tell if it is a fifty or a hundred. If it looks like money but I cannot read the amount, then it must be Chinese… and I do not touch Chinese shit. Hell, I do not fucking do business with the bloody business. Someday I must tell you about how Kang’ethe got burnt on a Semenya deal. No, not that Semenya, Semenya is, you know, a dual SIM phone. Hihihi, it is kinda clever, really, wish I could say I coined it.

But anyway, I do not touch Chinese shit… I mean, angalia phone yangu, unaona kama imeandikwa fockya.

I went into biashara for the dough-lo…and the only schooling I needed in money I got.

Peddling on the streets of Nairobi doesn’t teach you shit. You are selling joints for twenty bob but all the money you worry about is the 30 grand the cops want from you after they planted a joint on you. What was left of the joint you had share with them, that is. Dadi, you are no better than the hawker who has to bribe the kanjo who just smashed her tomatoes.

Waafrika! It is not worth playing, really.

If you aren’t playing big then you must be playing niche otherwise you are not a businessman, you are jailbait. Niche was my kind of game. And niche if I can attribute it to one philosophy of the Potash Book Club, it is that it is better to be read by ten people who get you than by ten million who assume they do. At the book club they used to say that they write for Kenyans who seek the truth outside the Nation, what I say is that my product is for consumers who care to trace it from farm to fork, so to speak.

And as a niche player I rubbed holsters with the fat and the fabulous. Waah… I have seen a guy pay for pussy with a fake hundred dollar bill. And he wasn’t Naija, just acting like one. There I was thinking: stupid bitch, stick to the Karumaindos and the two socs that you are used to.

Me, I have been on the Highway, some chick shooting off my dingila and two Johnnies sitting at the back looking like Big Ben and his twin. Tucked away, at least for now, are their British Army issue pistols.

The Johnnies are driving a hard bargain on a stone of Busia Gold. They are acting like this is 1954 and it is their place to tell an African what to do including what to charge for his crop. They acting like mzungus after they have been in Kenya long enough to say ‘Tusker baridi.’ You know how they play: Oh, my cab guy can get me more than that for five hundred bob… sijui my colleague is with some NGO in Ethiopia and he is bringing me Shashamane. Well, you know what I say to that shit, ‘my stone is 20 large, that is why I am pushing a VX and not driving you around in a taxi.’

So I am saying to the Johnnies, ‘I am told the weed in Europe kicks arse something, but how good is it to you when you are planting landmines and chasing Samburu arse in Kenya?’

Between them Brit falas they have like five thousand Kenya Shillings. But they have British Pounds too. So I hit them and more- like twenty Kenya Shillings on every Pound.

Soon they are handing me Pounds and Shillings. And I have to count them, do the math and fold them. The Malaya wants me to smack her in the arse but I think it is silly and feel inclined to tell her to stop using me in her sales pitch to the bloody Johnnies. I want to tell her to get her mind back to Kenya where she lies on her back and I hit it- simple! I smack her arse, anyway, coz it feels good to do it with a fistful of money. Do it like a Jay Z no one has heard of yet.

Long of the short is that if you be playing on anaa level, you’ve got to know your money. Live it. Feel it.

Oh, and of course I never gave them Busia Gold. It must have been a sudden feeling of hatefulness, you know, suddenly thinking too much about what their ancestors had done to mine. So I passed them some pussy brand called Zion from Mt. Kenya where it is too cold and too wet for a good crop. But, really, British Army, Embassy Marines, Kenya Police… is all the same from my business end view. And I do not have an arsehole big enough to hold my shit and theirs.

Well, I know this was meant to be about reading and writing but then again they did tell me to write what I know. And the Business it is. As for lessons to take away, I always say that everyone always gets the lesson they choose to learn. But if I must impose one, it is: If you hear someone say it is never personal, just business, then they learnt their business skills from movies.
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Dutty Artz interview on XLR8R

21 February 2010

My NY fam here being interviewed for XLR8R:



Timeblind's apocalyptic film review quickies

19 February 2010

 


Timeblind's apocalyptic film review quickies: 

The Book of Eli - Spoiler Alert ! oh shit he's a Muslim !  No, actually this is about Denzel carrying the Bible around and everybody tries to kill him for it (because its a potential  instrument of control). It has a hollywood desert art film vibe (which I can totally get with).  Very black and white, like Stranger than Paradise.  (tho my russian camcorder rip accentuates this).  Denzel Washington is awesome (martial arts, chaste, a sober survivalist) and everybody else follows his lead.  That chick from that 70s show is still hawt and obviously was just playing dumb on aforementioned show.

The Road - way less fun, way more depressing, but this shows more realistically what you could expect from psychologically damaged people in a post-apocalyptic world.  At first I thought that The Son (born post-apocalypse) had too normal of an American accent considering he's only known The Father in his entire life.  He should be more feral, or more wild and confident.  But he's damaged (the Father keeps him in fear and mistrust), and as it goes on he shows his very complicated state.  This apocalypse holds little hope for an afterwards.  You really think after the film is done: ok, they survived, but for how long ? With all the pianos, the moralistic tone ("we would never eat people, would we ?") and lack of rape scenes, this is almost PG and moralistic, considering its a post-apoc cannibal flick.  Doesn't that say a lot about our weird society that I can sum it up that way ?  Our value system is so deranged.

Right now I'm going to watch: Music is the Weapon . Fela Kuti doc !!!!  Alreadylooks great.

The Book of Eli - Spoiler Alert ! oh shit he's a Muslim !  No, actually this is about Denzel carrying the Bible around and everybody tries to kill him for it (because its a potential instrument of control). It has a hollywood desert art film vibe (which I can totally get with).  Very black and white, like Stranger than Paradise.  (tho my russian camcorder rip accentuates this).  Denzel Washington is awesome (martial arts, chaste, a sober survivalist) and everybody else follows his lead.  That chick from that 70s show is still hawt and obviously was just playing dumb on aforementioned show.


The Road - way less fun, way more depressing, but this shows more realistically what you could expect from psychologically damaged people in a post-apocalyptic world.  At first I thought that The Son (born post-apocalypse) had too normal of an American accent considering he's only known The Father in his entire life.  He should be more feral, or more wild and confident.  But he's damaged (the Father keeps him in fear and mistrust), and as it goes on he shows his very complicated state.  This apocalypse holds little hope for an afterwards.  You really think after the film is done: ok, they survived, but for how long ? With all the pianos, the moralistic tone ("we would never eat people, would we ?") and lack of rape scenes, this is almost PG and moralistic, considering its a post-apoc cannibal flick.  Doesn't that say a lot about our weird society that I can sum it up that way ?  Our value system is so deranged.


Right now I'm going to watch: Music is the Weapon . Fela Kuti doc !!!! Already looks great.


 


 


 


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