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Children of the Riddim

Music Theory tends to focus almost exclusively on harmony, and this blog is no exception, but the rhythmic dimension of music often gets the shaft. Rhythm is the means by which melody and harmony make themselves known. Rhythm may be the most important of the three when determining how to distinguish different musical genres. (Of course, it’s easier to just talk about their respective fashion styles.) Let’s face it, most music sounds the same and relies on the same 7-note diatonic scale, and so it has been for 80,000 years when the oldest bear bone flute was discovered with the same major scale finger-holes that exist today. The ‘feel’ of a musical genre is paramount for deciding whether something is funky, rocking, or jazzy, especially when they use the same scale with small melodic jumps in steps, and the same stacks of harmonies in thirds and fifths. Maybe we avoid it, because ryhthymn is so darn hard to spell.

Classical music reflects this emphasis on harmony and melody over rhythm, which is probably why it’s so boring. Beethoven is a master of all three dimensions, but where’s the drum beats? Most classical music for centuries has sounded floaty and lofty, noted for its extreme lack of interesting percussion parts. It’s almost exciting for kids who want to play snare drum in music class, until they notice there’s scarcely a notehead or two on their score containing endless bars of rest. Get used to counting, kiddies—that’s where the music lies, between the aching chasms of Cageian silence.

Much of Stravinsky’s appeal comes from his experiments with polyrhythms, but his most famous passage in “Rite of Spring” is a deliberate technical exercise much like math rock music that only seems to appeal to musicians for its cerebral character. A passage played by a genius, full of off-beats and dissonances, signifying nothing (save a Pagan sex-magick ritual).

And what of Jazz? Jazz schmazz! Ting ta-ta ting. The soloist may have got rhythm, and the drummer will drop some surprise bombs on the kick and snare, but for the most part, they are locked into an even measure as dictated by the pinging ride cymbal and the bassline walking in quarter beats.

All music is dance music, as I always say, and today this is overly apparent in the ubiquitous four-on-the-flour mentality heard in everything from indie rock to EDM. It’s all about longing for the comforting heart-beat of the mother womb, beating “lub dub lub dub”, as well as the security of the steady steed—4/4 horse beats. And that’s certainly ok. I get that—the whole Freudian thing. It’s cool and all. But there’s so much more out there, so let us turn our ears towards the consummate musical decade—the proggy fusiony rock ‘n’ roll of the early 70s.

Behold and hearken: Mahavishnu John McLaughlin and his Mahavishnu Orchestra! Below is the opening drum bar to “Vital Transformation” off the 1971 album Inner Mounting Flame (love those New Agey titles!). The beat is in 9/8, played by Billy Cobham, and is just about the tastiest thing ever. But to look at it, we will have to come face to face with the dreaded drum notation. Click on the score to play/stop.


Don’t worry if the above don’t make no sense. Nobody can make sense of this, unless they slow it down to baby-speed and count like an obsessive compulsive walking on a brick sidewalk. Follow the 1’s—they light up on the first beat of every measure. There are 4 measures total. The top Xs stand for the hi-hat, the middle Cs for the snare drum, and the low Ds for the kick drum.

What can I say about this, besides that I want to marry this drum beat? Is it dancey? Well, probably for Sherman Hemsley trippin’ on CIA-grade LSD, dancing interpretively in his Prog Room. But that sounds like a Saw death-trap for most listeners out there.

If this has inspired you to seek out non-normative rhythms, then please do listen to the full Mahavishnu song below. And if you’ve heard it all already before, then I triple-dog dare you to tap along.

“Vital Transformation” by Mahavishnu Orchestra

Have you riddim? Have you beat? Then feel free to post any exciting odd-time music in the comments below.

Sacred Fart

Stay on the farty side, always on the farty side; stay on the farty side of life.
You shall feel no pain whilst we drive you insane.

Me Chinese Melody

There is a cliché in popular music used to evoke the Far East flavor—Chinese, Japanese, Nipponese, you-name-it-ese.
It goes like: “di di di di di, di, di, di, diii.” Click the score below to listen (or stop). Warning: Recorders!

The Oriental Melody dates as far back as the mid-1800s. Quartal parallel harmonies in a pentatonic key with a common rhythm that we all recognize no matter what variation.

The pentatonic scale is common to folk music around the world, but when it’s arranged in 4ths ([A, D] [G, C] [E,A]), the sound takes on an exotic Eastern characteristic. Here in America (and the rest of the west), we like our music harmonized in 5ths. Most chord progressions move in parallel perfect 5ths and most vocal harmonies are accomplished in major/minor 3rds, so it is unusual to hear lone quartal harmonies.

From novelty songs to cartoons, leitmotifs and modern pop, the many variations of the Oriental Melody share a common cadence, and when harmonized in fourths, you get instant noodles. Throw a gong in at the end, and now we’re talking Chinese.

Proverb: Like the fabled Chinese middle finger, the Oriental Melody can take many forms—the little or the middle or even the widdle.

Variations of the Oriental Melody:
“I’m Turning Japanese” by The Vapors (The intro is the same as the notation above transposed up a fourth.)
“Kung Fu Fighting” by Carl Douglas
“China Girl” by David Bowie
“Di Di Di Di Di Di Di I love You” by Los Doggies
Listen to “Cho Cho San” and fall in love all over again.

If you can think of any more, please put them in the comments below.

The Mystic Chord

Alexander Scriabin, the great Russian tone poet, was particularly fond of a 6-note chord that his disciples dubbed “the mystic chord.” Drag horizontally over the bass and treble to hear the top 3 and bottom 3 notes separately, or drag vertically and lickety-quickly to hear the full 6-note chord.


The Mystic Chord is known as a C13 (augmented 4th, add 16). Author A. Eaglefield Hull writes of the chord: “Play it over forte, then piano; then sprinkle it very softly; try it in various keys. We have the splendid vitality of the augmented 4th, the soft mollity of the diminished 4th, the sweet firmness of the perfect 4th, and so on. Reckoning everything from the root, we get the augmented 11th, the minor 7th, the 3rd, the I3th, and the 9th.” [1]

The Mystic Chord is derived from the Harmonic Series. In the beginning, there was the Tone, and the Tone was with Chord. Every note that you hear is actually made up of a series of overtones. Though they are not quite audible, the arrangement of overtones determines the timbre of the note you hear, allowing you to distinguish between a piano and a flute playing the same tone.


The Harmonic Series arranged horizontally results in a scale known as Lydian Dominant. It is a natural scale—the genome of music. Just as every cell contains DNA, each tone contains the Lydian Dominant scale sounded at the same time in a chord—a mystical chord.

The Mystic Chord bares some resemblance to Stravinsky’s Petrushka Chord.

Instead of relying on the weight of the Perfect Fifth (C, G) as heard in 99.9% of music, Scriabin favored the Augmented 4th (C, F#)—the Flat Five or Tritone. For a little taste, check out Scriabin’s sexy evil composition “Prometheus”.

For more on Scriabin and colored music, go here.

Note:
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A great Russian Tone poet, Scriabin by A.Eaglefield Hull

One of my favorite books ever. The quaint flowery passages on music and the author’s excitement for motion pictures coupled with sound are not to be missed.

New Video

A collage video is created for “Pari Passu”, the Latin love song.

All Alone

Is life a serious and stuffy affair? With shirts stuffed for Summer and butts stuffed for Winter? Does the Hereafter call out to you, as it did for old Walt Whitman, whispering sweet salad verses of “death’s death deathingly” from the waves of the Long Island Sea? Or does the Endless Nameless dog at your heels from the time you crawled out of the abyss; aroused by the pursuit, it waits for carefree moments to reach those creepy tendril fingers around your neck, and you run in the opposite direction straight into a parallel abyss, a shotgun shock to Oblivion, which like the Great Nothing, is something big and black-bodied, always hungry yet never full.

When you laugh too long, does the laughter turn to tears? And when you cry, does the sadness ripple through your form almost pleasantly, fluid and frissony, like an orgasm less sticky? Are men allowed to fuse with their child selves, creating a kind of man-child in the process? And is said man-child allowed to cry? Should rhetorical questions end with a question mark.

Has a sheep eaten a rose? Pourquoi mamans meurent? Why do we die and how is life lived? Does thanatopsis make for a good pop song?

There is a hell-mouth of human drama out there, yet Popular Music seems to be limited to a single vibe, a consistent tone. A song must be this or that; a band should be taken seriously if they are not to be a joke band. They must be bound live to a dancy click-track, eroticize the abstract musical image with graven promos, and worship Baphomet with the blood of their blood. Ahem.

“All Alone” is the song that ends e’rebody. It is the song that kills e’rebody. It is a serious song, in that it describes a Great Dying—the end of a relationship, the death of love, and the killing of the self—but it is also ridiculous, with its upbeat refrains, bouncy beats, and hopeful One to Four chord progression (the happy plagal cadence), which inverts itself to a Four to One by song’s end.





We emerge from the white goo (the same white goo as you) like some special effects farce of a superhero film. We die as we dream—all alone…

Olly Olly Oxen Free

“Olly Olly Oxen Free” is the penultimate song off e’rebody, and the final act of the Playground Trilogy that began with “Farted On” and “Westminster Quarters”. Built around the common melody of a Minor Third interval from the kid’s game Hide-and-Seek, “Olly” features a fun fanfare chorus, puzzle-box structure, and at eight and half minutes, it is the longest Los Doggies song, harking back to the old 70s epics. It might even appeal to actual kids, were it not so prog.

Nobody is sure exactly where the phrase comes from, as it was passed down from kid to kid, and wasn’t recorded until the 1950s. There are several variants, such as “All ye, all ye ‘outs’ in free,” and “Holy Holy Umphrey’s McGee.”

Take a listen to “Olly” on the player below. See if it doesn’t rekindle that child-like spirit of adventure where anything can happen and everything does. Most entertainment these days is designed to either appeal to and/or produce an assembly line of man-children with disposable incomes. Los Doggies would rather appeal to the child-man, the boy-kings and teen empresses, with the beginner’s mind of a zen pupil and the open heart of a fool, freewheeling, exploding into being, and if not living in the moment, then riding atop it like a dad-horse or diaper-box go-cart.





Olly Olly Oxen Freeeeeeedoooooooommmmmm!