In an appearance on a compilation by their local venue in Ashikaga. With his tricky but listenable time signatures head honcho Okajima Satoshi is increasingly proving to be the Burt Bacharach of pop prog.
An overarching container for all matters musical unrelated to myself
Years ago a theatre I worked at hosted a concert at the end of a of mixed ability improvisation project at local schools. I’m still angry that every time the kids got anything going during the performance the tutors would take over and ruin it.
I hasten to add it wasn’t the school music teachers buggering things up but the professional musicians leading the course who seemed to want the limelight.
This is rather different approach.
With nuclear weapons making a comeback here’s a well known song from their previous peak in the 80s. This is actually what the guitarist of the then band Nena wrote in a literal translation which is still better than Red Balloons. (In the subtitles if they don’t come up as standard.)
I of course bought the 12" version with the original German but a poor choice of B-Sides put me off until the mid 2000s rise of YouTube. Also not quite in tune with my indie sensibilities.
T’singer hasn’t stopped of course and despite some reservations about her packing the band with offspring it proved prescient when it came to recording an album during lockdown. Marrying a drummer also an advantage.
No one has ever really been sure what it’s for or why it still exists but I’ve just reached my 6000th artist on last.fm (dodgy tagging allowing).
It’s Taksim Hijazi with Subeit bin Ambar from Zanzibar, or Tanzania as it’s now known as part of the Excavated Shellac compilation of oldies but goldies. But the buggers won’t let me embed that track which rather spoils this moment of great historical importance.
It’s a good compilation but calls itself an ‘alternate’ history of the world’s music in the modern fashion of not being able to say something is good without putting it in opposition to something else.
Lou Reed wrote some good songs later on but never topped his 60s tunes.
Also steeped in doo-wop was Frank Zappa which may tell us something or nothing about the US underground scene of the mid to late 60s. One wot he wrote (and guitared).
Vangelis’ later achievements tend to overshadow his pioneering kazoo work.