Sunday, February 19, 2012

Once the Oldest, Now the Emptiest




A checkerboard tile floor, in a shoebox sized store in Cobble Hill, Brooklyn was the humble setting for what was the country’s oldest and largest Arabic music distributor. The store was filled with thousands of Arabic CDs, records, DVDs, and books –specializing in classical Arabic and jazz music- but as of September 26 is a boarded up shop that only exists on the Internet.
“It was like paying for rent, for no reason at all,” said Yamal, who had worked at the shop, and lives in the tenement above it. “Nobody would come in for months at a time.”
The Rashid Music Sales Co., now operated by Albert Rashid’s sons Ray and Stanley, claim the name “oldest” Arabic music distributor because of their establishment in 1934 by Albert Rashid. The store spent most of its existence and prime years on Atlantic Avenue in Brooklyn Heights, a community known as a Mecca for Middle Eastern nostalgia.
Ten years ago, the boards in the windows of Rashid Music Sales Co. would have astonished the people in the neighborhood along Atlantic Avenue. According to Ray Rashid, the store was a popular cultural hub for over 60 years.
“During our time on Atlantic Ave from the years 1950 - 2000
we were a place that was revered by lovers of Arabic music, all the local Arabic singers musicians and artists wanted to hang out at our store,” said Ray Rashid, 67, a music lover and musician of the dumbak (a goblet shaped drum.) “When Arabic singers and musicians visited America for a concert or tour they always wound up at our store.”
The years 1961 through 1977 were the happiest years of my life, said Ray Rashid about the peak of his business. During this time Rashid Music Sales Co. were producing 78 RPMs as well as 45’s and Long Play Records. They also showed Arabic motion pictures (35 mm) at the Brooklyn Academy of Music and the Detroit Institute of Arts on Sunday nights. The company had a mailing list of over 3,000 names, which included Christian, Jewish, and Muslin families in the tri-state region.
The family believes they owe their success to the Arabic film, “White Rose.” Albert Rashid knew that the soundtrack to the film would be in demand, and contacted a record company out of Cairo to purchase all of the recordings for the film. Rashid then went to present the soundtrack in cities with a large amount of Syrian and Lebanese immigrants.
The Rashid’s legacy as Arabic music providers stretches from the times of the horse drawn carriages to the Internet, where currently all of their products exist.
“We whole heartedly still maintain our two websites: Rashid.com and arabymusic.com,” said Ray Rashid. Arabymusic.com is the flashier site with all the new Pop artists and contemporary singers, while Rashid.com specializes in Classical Arabic music.
The websites claim to offer recordings found nowhere else in the country; they are still releasing historical recordings that are putting a new generation in touch with Arabic traditional music.
This is not the first change that Rashid Music Sales Co. has encountered. The first store Albert Rashid opened was on East 28th Street in Manhattan. Construction of the Brooklyn Battery Tunnel in the 1940s relocated the Arabic Market that was once on the island’s southern section. Albert Rashid then hand moved his 78 RPM records to Atlantic Avenue in Brooklyn Heights where there was already a strong Arabic presence.
This was the store that became a cultural revelation. The family business had customers from Pete Seeger to Malcolm X to David Amram, an American composer and musician. At this time the Rashids were also distributing music to major retailers, Tower Records and Virgin.
Then, once again, in 2000 the Rashid’s store migrated from Atlantic Avenue to Court Street –a sizably smaller store in a less Arabic neighborhood.
“On the day we closed our store and moved to Court Street a older man came into the store, and he said he felt sad, and that he could feel the spirits of a thousand people who had been there before him,” said Ray Rashid.
The family tried to keep the spirits of the music lovers alive by stocking their new location with all Arabic genres from classical to jeel (Egyptian hip hop street music) to the currently trendy Baghdad metal exemplified by artists such as Acrassicauda. The new store was able to stock 1,200 CDs from every Arabic speaking country. Also available in the store were Arabic books ranging from poetry, novels, cookbooks, and editions of the Holy Quran (even available digitally.)
As we moved from Atlantic Avenue, the stores that were our neighbors like Near East Bakery and Dar Lebanon restaurant, as well as Clinton house, a Lebanese owned furniture store were all shutting down too, said Rashid.
Rashid remains happy for his Arabic friends who have outlasted the transition of Brooklyn Heights, in which the remnants of the Arab community are gradually dissipating into 22 tap beer bars, Urban Outfitters, and Trader Joes.
The future of Atlantic Avenue remains uncertain, but one thing is clear: In this country few people have done what the Rashids have to keep the Arabic musical legacy alive.

Cultural Spelunking in Brooklyn Heights




Ask Bob Diamond what the greatest moment of his life is, and he will respond, “Here I am in the dark, in this crevice seven feet under Atlantic Avenue, and time is running out.” Thanks to this moment, and many other moments in which Diamond persevered against large corporations, and experts saying “impossible,” the Atlantic Avenue Tunnel proved to not be a pre-civil war myth, but the world’s oldest existing railway.
Bob Diamond discovered the tunnel in 1981 after years of studying the myth of wealthy Cornelius Vanderbilt’s 19th century tunnel. Now, 29 years later Diamond hosts tours on sporadic Sunday afternoons, but you’ve got to work to experience the history. The only way to access the tunnel is by using a manhole at the corner of Court Street and Atlantic Avenue, one of the busiest intersections on the border of Brooklyn Heights and Downtown Brooklyn.
So, how does one safely get to this time tunnel? It’s easy, after giving one of “Bob’s elves” 15 dollars, about 100 of us make our way to a line in the middle of the bustling intersection. As cars and trucks wiz by our heads one by one we climb down a ladder, into a dirt trench, crawl under a large pipe, to find another hole with a large staircase feeding into a dome shaped brick tunnel.
“Wow, it really does exist!” exclaimed Alex Mechanik, whose girlfriend took him on the tunnel tour for his birthday. “This is immediately cooler than I thought it was going to be.”
As kids ran around dressed in their posh mining gear, flashlight headbands and new lumberjack boots, we were all hushed by the voice of Bob, a round-shaped jolly man from Kensington, and the type of guy you would call “Uncle Bob” even if he’s not your Uncle at all.
“The reason they wanted this train out of the way of everyone is because trains didn’t have brakes back in those days,” said Diamond, as his voice radiated the acoustics of the half a mile long tunnel. “Trains would run over horses, break up wagons, and they’d run over a few people. See, the railroad didn’t really care about breaking things or hurting people cause you couldn’t really sue a railroad back then.”
Amongst stories of trains without brakes, Diamond told stories of bootleggers in the tunnel, German spies, lady pirates, and the mafia, “Well, it must be true because I read all this in the newspaper,” Diamond said.
Diamond became his own expert on the subject after his hard work looking for the tunnel was discouraged by just about everybody, except his mom.
Before finding the tunnel, Diamond went to three experts. The first warned the tunnel is filled with water, and that he will drown. The second warned of poisonous gas, and that he will inhale it, and die immediately. The third warned of 7 seven-foot rats that will eat him alive.
Thanks to Diamond’s 19-year-old sense to not give a crap what the experts think, he kept on searching, Diamond said.
When Diamond finally found where the entrance via a manhole was, thanks to an old newspaper article at the Brooklyn Library, he went to a gas company to help him get into the tunnel. The company all-too-easily agreed to help, and they set the time for the next day to go spelunking into the bowels of Brooklyn.
Diamond’s mom awoke him in the middle of the night, in the midst of his dreams of lost treasures and buried arks, Diamond said. She said something is wrong with the gas company; nothing is that easy. She told Bob he better get up and go check or he will be left with nothing. Thanks to Bob’s mom he was able to catch the gas company in the midst of their scheme.
“We decided that you’re just a 19 year old kid, and since you told us where the manhole is, who needs you? We’ll just go find it ourselves,” said Diamond as he reenacted his conversation with the gas company on the morning that he was supposed to find his buried treasure.
The gas company was just about to give up, stating that there was nothing down there, but Diamond insisted on taking a look for himself. “They tie a steal cable around me and said whatever you’re doing do it quick, in 5 minutes they’re going to pull me up with this cable, they give me an air tank, a gas mask, a walkie talkie, and a 7 foot crowbar.”
And thus, was discovered the world’s oldest railroad.
“I went to use the walkie talkie to tell the gas company I had found it, but I couldn’t talk all I could think about was all these experts telling me I couldn’t find it, so I just laughed,” said Diamond about his moment of glory.
Diamond’s discovery has caught the attention of many Brooklynites, and a few lucky out of towners. His next big project is to unveil what he believes to be a locomotive hidden behind the stone wall on the west end of the tunnel.
National Geographic will be making a 1-hour special on the Atlantic Avenue Tunnel in hope of raising awareness and money for Diamond’s next buried treasure: the hidden locomotive.
“This whole experience has made me think, I bet there is so much more out there, so many undiscovered places, and hidden nooks that everybody is too apathetic to care about,” said Charlotte Gutman, a seemingly changed woman from her Atlantic Avenue Tunnel experience. “I’m inspired to go an adventure.”

Interview w/ DELI STEVE 4 Andy Warhol's Interview



STEVE MARION. PHOTO COURTESY OF ROBERT SCHEUERMAN


Home studio producer, Steve Marion of Delicate Steve has crafted a genre of tropical groove-based guitar pop all from his New Jersey bedroom. The 23-year-old musician fronts the band with his guitar, playing Afro-riffs with hints of Hendrix vibes that leave no need for vocals. On his debut full-length, Wondervisions, out today on Luaka Pop, expect an anything-but-delicate sound that falls somewhere between the crossroads of soul, old-man rock, and instrumental pop.

Steve, who plays live with a group of high school friends, will begin an east coast album release tour this February. I caught up with Steve in the midst of a New Jersey whiteout, and just days before Wondervisions hit the market.

HOMETOWN: Fredon, New Jersey, and I live there now.

ON RECORDING WONDERVISIONS: It was an album I made about a year ago. I was just in a really good zone. I had done a lot of recording and playing in other bands but I never really made music myself. I was just kind of feeling inspired at the time, and decided to make an album in my room just for the hell of it. I really listened to a lot of Ponytail and Dirty Projectors at the time, and I was just getting really turned on to all these bands. So, I just kind of hung out and made a CD.

HAS INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC BEEN A BIG INFLUENCE? I would say it’s been less of an influence than vocal music. I don’t listen to many instrumental groups, or instrumental music. I like Ratatat. and I like jazz music. I also like Fela Kuti, and African instrumental. But, I never really put on instrumental music.

WHAT DO YOU PUT ON? Everything, right now I’m listening to The Beatles a lot, I’m really obsessed with those guys. Also, Alice Coltrane, and this band Love, which is getting into some classic psychedelic music.

OTHER MEMBERS OF DELICATE STEVE: Christian and I wrote two of the songs together, and he played some instruments on that. Other than that it was pretty much my songs except for the last song that a guy from Ponytail and I made together. For the past two years before Delicate Steve my friends and I were playing shows as whoever had the music. So we've all been playing together for a really long time and it’s not like these guys are just hired, or just members of Delicate Steve’s band. It’s been kind of a collective cooperative.

NEW JERSEY MUSIC REALM: A lot of my friends make really awesome music, and they aren't just trying to get it out there or be aggressive, or trying to pursue anything with it. They're just making music for fun. There used to be this place in high school, the local church called The Zoe House, and that is where we all met and started bands. That was the place to play back in high school, but there has not really been much of a local music scene other than that. It’s really just kind of the people you know, and then play a show at a random place. Most of the shows are at a bar and there is 40 year olds at the bar, it’s just a weird thing, and it’s not ideal. But sometimes I think that these people would really be getting a lot of buzz if they were playing in New York, but I don’t think they want to do that. The people I know are content, just playing one show every two months and having all their friends come out.

ON WRITING MUSIC: The whole plan was for us to go out to this house we rented in Warwick over the summer and write a bunch of music, but I think we really just had more fun hanging out. That was literally the reason we decided to get a house out there and we came out of there with 0 songs, but we had the time of our lives. But now I have another album I’m working on. I work on music everyday now. I don’t do much other than that, and I have all the equipment in my room, so I’m just kind of hanging out, working on stuff all the time.

ON THE STEREOGUM VIDEO WITH NAT BALDWIN: Nat and I became friends when we met last year, I'm a big fan of his music, and Dirty Projectors is awesome too. I met him at one of his shows and we talked about running and basketball, and that was cool because we both like to do that stuff. So we went on runs together, and we always tried to play basketball, but never got a chance to shoot for a little bit because I was never in the city at the right time. But I had this pipe dream for the video for Wondervisions as a few people playing basketball, and then I met Carlos Perez, who is directing the video, and I told him that and I told Nat the idea and everybody was into it. So that was our first little basketball game. I used to play basketball up until 8th grade, Nat has probably played his whole life he is amazing, I could talk for another 10 minutes about how good Nat is.

WHAT IS THE LAST SONG YOU LISTENED TO? 1979, Smashing Pumpkins

FANTASY SUPERGROUP: Greg from Deerhoof on drums, Nat Baldwin on bass, Alice Coltrane playing the harp, Michael Jackson singing, and the guitar playing from Captain Beefheart.

IF YOU COULD PLAY ANYWHERE IN THE WORLD WHERE WOULD IT BE? Carnegie Hall would be awesome.

SO ARE YOU DELICATE, STEVE? I might be really sensitive. The story behind that is my best friend and I were talking a long time ago and we’re really close so we can make fun of each other, and I was just like “Oh I don’t want to go do this or that,” and he was like, “Oh, I’m Steve I’m so delicate,” just out of nowhere, and I laughed. Then when it came time to name a little recording studio I had I called it Delicate Studios after that little joke. Then when it came time to name the music I made I decided to call it Delicate Steve. So that is pretty much exactly why I call it Delicate Steve, I just thought it sounds pretty funny.

WHAT NOW? Get the salt out for the snow storm! And other than that, more music. We’re doing a tour with Akron Family soon. Super excited to go on tour with Akron Family they are one of our favorite bands and we really listen to them a lot, we used to go see them a bunch in high school. Also just keep making music with my friends and myself, staying busy.

Monday, August 2, 2010


The East Side
the butter
a dose is a dose makes a dose
the ele spoke

Sunday, August 1, 2010

no one reads this anyway

Guernica



What do you think an artist is? An imbecile who has only eyes if he’s a painter, or ears if he’s a musician, or a lyre at every level of his heart if he’s a poet, or even, if he’s a boxer, just his muscles? On the contrary, he’s at the same time a political being, constantly alive to heartrending, fiery, or happy events, to which he responds in every way ... No, painting is not done to decorate apartments. It is an instrument of war for attack and defense against the enemy.
- Pablo Picasso
I fell in love with this painting when I was living on Calle Huertas in Madrid. I would find any excuse to go to the Reina Sofia and spend time in the wide open room wholeheartedly dedicated to the Guernica. The painting is in response to the German/Italian attacks on Guernica in Basque country, Northern Spain during the Spanish Civil War. I like to view at as the international anti war metaphor; it's the pain inflicted on people of war, particularly on civilians during war. Its an embodiment of peace.. and tis beautiful!

Tuesday, July 13, 2010

Why do you look so sad?

music

MUSIC is the art that comes closest to the Dionysian beauty in the sense of intoxication. No one can get really drunk on a novel or a painting but who can't help but to get drunk on Beethoven's Ninth, Joni Mitchells' Blue, or Charles Mingus' Mingus Ah Um?
Make no distinction between pop and classical. The distinction: just old fashioned and critical; its all a liberating force from loneliness, introversion, the dust of the library.

Thursday, July 8, 2010

snacks talk

If the Pharaoh's daughter hadn't snatched the basket carrying little Moses from the waves, there would have been no Old Testament, no civilization as we now know it. How many ancient myths begin with the rescue of an abandoned child! If Polybus hadn't taken in the young Oedipus, Sophocles wouldn't have written his most beautiful tragedy.

Yes, metaphors are dangerous. No, metaphors are not to be trifled with.

lunch talks

is there a means to test which decision is better? but, there is no basis for comparison. we live everything as it comes, without warning, like an actor going on cold. And what can life be worth if the first rehearsal for life is life itself? That is why life is like a sketch. No, sketch is not quite the word, because a sketch is an outline for something, the groundwork for a picture, whereas the sketch that is our life is a sketch for nothing, an outline with no picture.

breakfast talks

is heaviness truly deplorable and lightness splendid? the heavier the burden the closer life comes to the earth, the more real and more truthful it becomes. the absolute absence of a burden causes us to be lighter than air, to take leave of the earth and its earthly being, and become only half real, our movements as free as they are insignificant.

what then do you choose? lightness or weight?

Tuesday, June 22, 2010

Just Another Moral Dilemma

you: that poor little boy. maybe you could have taken him to the hospital.

bloodbuzzOhio: blank faced and pale

you: How could you just stand there when someone is dying? ...Just stand there? You could have been helping them.

Ohio: I was helping; I was taking their picture.

you: how is that helping them?!

Ohio: to show the world. If it weren't for people like me who would know? Who would care?

you: so you do nothing... just film.

Ohio: the camera is there to record life. Not change it. People perish in this world. Thats life. It's horrible and its unfair --but there is nothing we can do about it.

you: you could have saved him, a whole crew was there.. just watching.

Ohio: the camera was there. you can't expect photographers to step into the frame and fix things they don't like. We're supposed to capture truth, not stage it.

I'm just there to take pictures.

Friday, May 14, 2010

sidenote on alchemy:

our currency consists of cut down trees and mined minerals
endless stumps shadow precancerous lumps
growing over fields of mushroom patches
we consume the dread of endless doom
they produce the endless working class
put your money where your mouth is
i know your work can be tiring
but positivity polarity plural
will push the pack forward
into a golden age of enlightenment
no more wishing the fire plum to be eaten
only hoping for two to tango and three to share this mango
and the salsa pattern you tapped on your thigh made me cry
because the world has it's signs
the roses rare rumba
fell victim to slumber
don't let it dampen your light source
the essence of caring is peace love and sharing
tupi had enough of this longing so they went to the air waves
in attempt to create free sound by caring for human feelings




more potions at wizardspit.blogspot.com

art for the soul

update on the best art I have seen lately:
more on vahge.com/work


Friday, April 30, 2010


“Between your village and mine, there is a dot and a line. The line says, there is no entrance, and on the dot, this road is closed…because these things do not exist, rather, they have been drawn so that your hunger and mine remain always separated.”
--Anonymous, Latin American folk song.

{there are over 60,000 immigrants serving in the armed forces}

Wall Street OMENS


Soon to come:
Wall Street was originally created to keep the Native Americans out of the cosmopolitan city that was being constructed; nowadays that very same street is keeping the majority of America's money in the hands of financial lobbyists. Essentially the street is once again, keeping the poor and underprivileged estranged from justice.
More to come on that in that near future... but for now amuse yourselves with this:

http://longclaws.bandcamp.com/

Sunday, March 28, 2010

A true gothic beauty


Last night I saw Zs, skeletons, nine eleven thesaurus, and extra life play at the silent barn in just barely queens. First things first, silent barn must be where the saying don’t judge a venue by its cover came from. Seemingly just another apartment opens up to pandora’s box of psychedelic art and a fusion of rythyms, couches included. Unfortunately I missed Zs, which is a shame cause that sax player is one of the most interesting musicians to observe.. When I came in Skeletons was doing a fusion of their usual style with a hip hop twist. Extra Life is what really blows silent barn into another realm with their dark and complex medieval pop music. The singer, ex-Zs and ex- Dirty Projectors, puts that heady instrumental style from Zs together with a theatrical and dramatic voice/chant to create A true gothic beauty. The show was the last of their U.S. tour, and also the release party for their new album, entitled made flesh. Anyways, it was a great night, good vibes, oh and lady gaga was there.

Friday, March 26, 2010

GYPSY TRIX

Trix is a trick on top of a trick, and its all they know. Humans innate nature to care? Debatable. Humans innate nature to catch a flying baby? I'd say yes. And if there is one thing gypsies get its humans innate nature; if money is dropped you pick it up, if you're given something for free you take it.. they have the most elite degree in human tendencies. I mean gypsies have been exploring human ways since mankind has ceased to exist. Generation to generation the wisdom merely multiplies, and nowadays gypsies are trickier tricksters than ever.
Some lessons to learn:
1. If you are getting off the train in Rome, keep an eye out for flying babies (well, better yet, keep an eye out for stuffed blankets carefully constructed into baby features.) The best thing to do (cause lets admit it no one is actually going to let the blankets fall... i mean WHAT IF it is a real baby this time) so the best thing to do is be hands free. For awareness purposes, we'll enter inside the mind of a gypsy: "We will throw the baby in hopes of the rich travellers to drop their bags and catch my baby."
Trickster trick #2: Do not accept the bracelet! Do not accept the hand woven bracelet unless you want a talking shadow on your stroll through Paris.
Trickster trick #3: Maybe accept the ring. Gypsies tend to be uneducated, and well stupid, so they very well might pickpocket someone and try to give you that pickpocketed goody in exchange for a coke. In my case the Coke was worth a $500 silver ring and a tricky smile at the Louvre.

---but i actually really do like gypsies, and their tricky mentality---- i especially like travellers which aren't exactly gypsies--- but they rule at trixxxx.

on a good day

They say there is no such thing as a self less good deed. But I must say it is not pleasurable to turn your skin inside out, to show the world the inner workings of your emotions, and to raise your poetry to sync with your reality. Not only to personify your poetry, but to publicize that poetry leaving it open for the world to criticize. Joni took off her makeup, lived as a shaman for a year; she comes back to the city and puts every ounce of emotion into her rhythmic poetry of the album Ladies of the Canyon. Joni made her emotions public in this album, subjecting herself to the greatest vulnerability. Her friends said don’t, they told her to re think the album, they said, “save something for yourself.” She did anyways, and reached the heart of millions at the sake of her own heartache.

Only the deepest meditation can write like this

Just before our love got lost you said I am as constant as a northern star and I said constantly in the darkness. Where’s that at? if you want me I’ll be in the bar.

On the back of the cartoon coaster in the blue TV screen light I drew a map of Canada. Oh Canada with your face sketched on it twice.

Oh you’re in my blood like holy wine you taste so bitter and so sweet. I could drink a case of you darling and I would still be on my feet. I would still be on my feet.

I am a lonely painter I live in a box of paints I’m frightened by the devil and I’m drawn to those ones that ain’t afraid I remember that time you told me love is touching souls, surely you touch mine cause part of you pours out of me from time to time.

You’re in my blood like holy wine you taste so bitter and so sweet. I could drink a case of you darling, still I’d be on my feet. I’d still be on my feet.

I met a women she had a mouth like yours she knew your life she knew your devils and your deeds she said go to him stay with him if you can but be prepared to bleed. Oh but your in my blood you’re my holy wine oh your so bitter and so sweet I could drink a case of you still id be on my feet, id still be on my feet.

Directly after the release of Blue, Joni says she was at a point that if anybody “looked me in the eye, I would start to cry.”

On a good day you can feel my love for you.


Tuesday, March 16, 2010

The First Noble Truth

Perhaps I am expecting things of the world that I have no right to expect. Perhaps I am clinging too strongly to one part of my world, thus losing touch with the total picture.