Morning Music #6: A Tribe Called Quest’s The Low End Theory

Not every morning feels right. Your shoes don’t seem to fit or the breakfast you just spent fifteen minutes cooking falls to the floor. You pour spoiled milk in your coffee, or, in my case, you get a 6AM wake up call from a power-saw. The solution?

Tribe.

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The Low End Theory is a watershed album in rap music, and A Tribe Called Quest’s masterpiece. It defined alternative hip-hop as a genre and established a cohesive union of East Coast and West Coast influences.

The album centers largely around the love of music, most notably jazz, and features performances from Ron Carter, one the most influential jazz bassists of all-time and sideman to jazz greats Miles Davis, Freddie Hubbard, Eric Dolphy, and McCoy Tyner. Tribe makes a connection between the birth of be-bop, its transition into the jazz mainstream and the golden age of hip-hop. Both, to Tribe, birthed the abstract: the indescribable, the indefinable, and the mysterious quality of movement in music, capable to move people, bridge gaps, incite and penetrate. Both then moved the abstract into the people’s realm, one of accessibility, cradled in a still-young and marginalized art form. And Tribe is doing just that, right before your eyes like the be-boppers before. You know it the second the needle hits the groove and the bass (dum dum dah, da-dum dah) escorts Q-Tip to the center of your aural focus:

Back in the days when I was a teenager / Before I had status and before I had a pager / You could find the abstract listening to hip hop / My pops used to say, it reminded him of be-bop / I said, well Daddy don’t you know that things go in cycles

And from there it keeps on pushing, sampling from artists like the aforementioned Hubbard and Davis, to other jazz icons like Art Blakely, Lonnie Smith, Grant Green and Cannonball Adderley (not to mention the slew of rock, funk, and soul gods like Hendrix, James Brown, the Ohio Players, and Funkadelic, who also receive the royal treatment). The record functions like a music history course, traveling through time, era after era, cutting and chopping and fusing some of the most recognizable and ground-breaking artists there ever were into one simple and comprehensive thesis on how good music can be when it’s done right.

The Low End Theory hits on all the notes that People’s Instinctive Travels… missed. The experiments all succeed. The mellow, mean sound Tribe achieves on this record, while so lean, spreads like a thick, buttery sauce over themes of sexual abuse, political unrest, mistreatment and violence in hip-hop and blends them all into one solid, consistent statement: a manifesto of things to come, places to start and how to find the groove.

Morning Music #3: Tom Waits’s Nighthawks at the Diner

I woke up today at the mercy of two-dollar Hungarian wine, which, by the way, is all a decent bottle runs you, feeling hungry and hurt and just about awful.

So I filled a mug and put on Nighthawks at the Diner, inspired by the Hopper painting of same name and one of the best anytime, down tempo, soul-feeding jazz records I’ve ever heard.

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The story behind Nighthawks is simple: Bones Howe, Waits’s record producer, and Herb Cohen, Waits’s manager, wanted a live record, one that could bring the jazz out in Waits more strongly, but he was still new. He was a great performer but, a real bona fide live record? So, they thought, something in between. They put together a crack jazz band of old pros (one of whom was Pete Christlieb, one of the best tenor sax players in the world, and another Bill Goodwin, who drummed for Phil Woods) and packed a room at the New York recording studio Record Plant for two nights straight with a sold out crowd. They put in a bar and some tables, wheeled in a console, hired a stripper as the opening act and got it all on tape.

As one might imagine, this record is more of a performance piece than a live record. Waits breaks up his set with seven rambling and arresting introductions, rife with the wordplay, bawdy, and blue-collar magic for which Waits is so famous. The songs play out, in his own words, like “inebriational travelogues,” combining poetry, scat, short fiction and memoir to form a sultry smoke of Waits’s own sub-conscious, tinted by the bright neon lights of the Los Angeles underworld.

You can hear the whiskey going down, the cigarettes fuming; the crowd is rowdy and the bass player “should be chained up somewhere”; Waits is at the center, making dark, wine-stained mornings brighter with jazz and beautiful simplicity.

Morning Music: Bob Dylan’s Modern Times

Morning Music, another feature new to The Dingo Club, is exactly what it seems: music for the morning. All the right records to start your day with, and to stick with you through it.

I think it’s only fitting we start with a personal favorite, and recent Notes of Note subject: Bob Dylan.

Today’s music of the morning: Modern Times.

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After the music business wrote him off as “dead in the water”, Bob Dylan responded in 1997 releasing the first in a string of some of the strongest material of his career. On 2006’s “Modern Times,” the string of that rebirth continues on. We see an aging Dylan in a modern world reconnecting with and reinventing his way of worship, redefining and rediscovering his idea of love and- most strikingly of all -causing us to rethink our idea of “Bob Dylan.”

The album’s first three tracks alone, clocking in at just under 20 minutes, are the perfect eye-openers for a morning playlist:

#1. “Thunder On The Mountain” – a driving slow-groove shuffle with a positive bent for the hardest part of the morning: getting vertical.

#2: “Spirit On The Water” – a cooled off two-step toasting love and the lust for life to help coast through the daily routine.

#3: “Rollin’ and Tumblin’” – Two eggs down, shoes tied tight and everything looks just as you like, this Muddy Waters cover is the hammer’s head, pounding the last nail in place before it’s time to take the day.

And it just gets better and better as the record continues, blasting on the car stereo the whole way in.

Modern Times has just what it takes to grease your wheels. Take it from a caffeine addict, much better than a cup of coffee.

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