The first part of this started with mostly standard funk and gradually spread out toward the fringes. This part starts there, at the edge, and moves back toward the center. It ends with Parliament, which is always a good place to end.
Funky from Now On began circa 2012 as two CDs I made for the woman who is now my wife. It has since grown into an ever-expanding library of mixes suitable for any festive occasion, even if that occasion is just you sitting at your computer with a cup of coffee.
Not everything here technically qualifies as funk, but then funk is in the eye of the beholder, innit? Call this one man’s opinion of what’s funky.
At this point I was theoretically done making mixtapes, finally ready to fully enter the digital age. But there were a bunch of ideas laying around that ended up, almost against my will, organizing themselves into a mix.
As for that artwork: The picture was taken in Arkansas in 1992, at a Hopeful time.
In the last couple years I’ve gotten into the habit of making quarterly playlists of things I intend to listen to. This summer, for one reason or another, I actually did. And when that happens things start to fit themselves together in my mind, and I feel compelled to make something out of them.
Some of these songs are new, and some are just new to me. Some are things I heard on the radio — that’s right, the radio. Here in The Land That Time Forgot we have several great options, including the best classic rock station I know of; a typically anarchic college station; and the last freeform commercial station in captivity.
Now that summer is over, I feel like it is safe to talk about. On the whole it was a pretty good one, although it addition to whatever else it may be, summer is now the season when we think about the coming End Times. Well, all that smoke makes for some spectacular sunsets.
Until I went to see Oppenheimer the other week, I was not aware that Oppie (as they repeatedly insist on calling him in the film) was involved in an argument with Einstein over the existence of black holes.
In 1939, Einstein would attempt to prove that black holes were impossible in his publication “On a Stationary System with Spherical Symmetry Consisting of Many Gravitating Masses,” using his theory of general relativity to defend his argument. Months later, Oppenheimer and his student Hartland Snyder would provide the Oppenheimer–Snyder model in their paper “On Continued Gravitational Contraction,” which predicted the existence of black holes. In the paper, which made no reference to Einstein’s recent publication, Oppenheimer and Snyder used Einstein’s own theory of general relativity to show the conditions on how a black hole could develop for the first time in contemporary physics. (Wikipedia)
Back in 2019, when the above image of a black hole was released and we were told that it had been given the Hawaiian name “Powehi” (“the adorned fathomless dark creation”), I knew that it would be the name of a mix. I didn’t know that it would take four years, but that’s how things go sometimes. The process is slow and anyway we are all made of time, right?
This pretentious title is a reference to The Mystery of Consciousness, my first “official” mixtape, which dates back to the Eighties. In the 21st century I would pivot (mostly) to CDs, which makes this sort of the end of an oeuvre. I put a lot of work into it and I still like it.
At the time I was fascinated by the idea of self-programming. I wondered, is it possible to use the power of suggestion to make yourself a happier, stronger, better person?
24 years later I think: Sort of? In very limited ways? You have to be careful how you do it, though; otherwise you end up with something like this: