Word: dirt
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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...watch the countryside pass, content. We are surprised, with them and most riders, that they do not want to know where we're from. Why are they not curious about us, the Americans here to save them? At their house, a bent-over salmon-colored ranch on a brown-dirt street, they ask us if we'd like to come in for a cold drink. We decline, must move. They scoot out. In the process, the daughter's shoe catches on the seat and loses its heel. She looks up, embarrassed, horrified. "New shoes too," says Mom. We all chuckle...
...While they have not shown work by Harvard students within recent memory, they have done so in the past and VES concentrators are encouraged to give it a shot. This is also a great place for the less than wealthy to play art collector: the pieces exhibited are comparatively dirt-cheap. November's memorable show featured an enjoyable melange of photography, painting and found-object creations on the theme of "Natural Elements," promising good things to come...
...kicked off the show, accompanied by a backdrop of World War II military footage. These video projections, provided by Lazy Eye, typically mirrored the repetitive nature of the music, with clips of kaleidoscopic insect heads, and mixing and bouncing faces serving chiefly to set the mood. "Dirge," along with "Dirt" and "Aladdin's Story," contained sampled vocals emanating from behind the live musicians...
...While most of the songs came from their recent Contino Sessions album, several of the sample-centric tracks of Dead Elvis were spruced up by live arrangements. The grinding, nasty groove of "Dirt" was transformed into an almost soulful rave-up with horns, and as with the other up-tempo selections, the band came off sounding like Booker T. and the MGs in the year 2100. The highlight of the evening was "Flying," off the Contino Sessions. Less psychedelic and more rhythmically insistent than the album version, the densely layered music spiraled seemingly endlessly into a gorgeous wall of sound...
Marley, who died of cancer in 1981 at age 36, brought the Third World to the whole world. The dirt streets of the Jamaican slum of Trench Town, the myths and tales of the Caribbean, the wisdom and fire of the Old Testament--he drew from it all, creating reggae music, rebel psalms, that rang with poetry and prophecy. Romance, for him, was not incompatible with revolution; bullets and ballads were both the stuff of his work. He envisioned a world beyond this one but never lost sight of the horrors and joys of the here...