Tuesday, June 29, 2004

Listening to Rainer Truby recorded at Seen in Bristol about a week after he was here, playing many of the same tracks (the Sumo mix of Spirit of Drums, the new Ame, Spiritual South's Jazz Rooms rub etc) in a similar vein. In retrospect, i had a great time listening to him the other week. It didn't touch hearing him in Osaka at Freedom Time, but i don't think much could, that brief foray into the world of Japanese clubbing being on of my favouritest nights in memory.

I'm in two minds about how people reacted to him playing, by his standards, such a linear set. Of course it doesn't matter, he can play whatever he wants, but out on Saturday listening to Lava Nick and his Audrey crew doing a goodbye set at a great party celebrating last drinks at the sure-to-be-missed Liquorice brought it up again. Those guys are great djs and get as excited as i do about labels like 4Lux and other good broken beat, but really, they just want to play house. Nick and i were having a drunken mumble about this at the time and i commented on how tracky Dan was playing, to which he replied; "Tim, explain to me what 'tracky' is."
It's not something i've given any thought to, but all these terms used to describe dance music; driving tribal electro-tech dubby breakbeat tools; are completely open to interpretation, and often completely useless. You read them in reviews and on record sales-notes, but they're just handy bits of jargon for us folks who can't be arsed with the effort of actually thinking about what something really sounds like. Trying to engagingly describe this music in ways meaningful to people who aren't intimately aware of the differences between a tracky tech-house record from San Fransisco, and a tracky tech-house record from Sheffield, takes more effort than most of us would consider it worth.
But as Nick illustrated, even people who are aware of these types of music still find the terms unhelpful, as everyone in the scene assumes a knowledge of what they signify. As no-one has the balls to publish an explanation for fear they'll get it wrong, this means we all come to our own conclusions, and one man's electro-dub-tech is another's driving breakbeat.

All part of life's rich tapestry, i dare say.

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