Happy New Year.
Glad you could make it.
At this particular moment in history, our planet can be a very scary place.
Blatant injustices are being carried-out right before our eyes. Gory wars are being fought in several hotspots around the globe. Death and violence is being purposely normalized, every day, as the very worst people continue to tighten the screws on select populations and groups.
A constant barrage of misinformation, misdirection, media manipulation, and military-grade propaganda and psychological warfare has turned many people’s minds into bowls of room temperature corn chowder.
Processing the daily tricks and horrors is exhausting.
With everything that’s going on in the world, one of the main things on people’s minds right now is, “Where can we listen to some Acid Jazz music?”
Great question.
Sure, nobody comes right out and says it, but it’s what everybody’s thinking.
It’s what we’re all wondering.
It’s all so obvious, too.
These days, you’ll be on an elevator, or shopping at the grocery store, and everybody’s looking around at each other with that now-commonplace look in their eyes. That “Damn, I wish we could hear some Acid Jazz records” look.
You know the one.
Historically, in times like these, most people and Americans find themselves spending more and more time thinking about Acid Jazz, the short-lived musical genre from the early to mid 1990s.
“Acid Jazz.”
“Acid Jazz.”
“Acid Jazz.”
It’s all anyone ever talks about anymore.
Especially now. Especially in an election year.
It’s the goateed elephant in the room.
It’s parked right on the curb of our consciousness. It’s wearing a Kangol, obstructing our view, and impacting our feelings of peace and safety.
It’s grinding away at our population’s sense of empathy and our grounding sense of a shared, singular reality and truth.
It’s even worse if you saw that Julia Roberts movie on Netflix.
Real life is always less-good than a Julia Roberts movie.
Days go by, our governments provide zero Acid Jazz to the rich or poor.
A recent magazine cover featured Jamiroquai frontman, Jay Kay, without his hat.
We’ve got Emergency on Planet Earth.
I always do my part to help the community. I feel like it’s my responsibility to do something, to chip in. So, in 2024, I think I may, once in a while, go online and play some Acid Jazz records.
It’s the very, very least that anyone can do.
Now, some of you may ask, “Is Acid Jazz good?”
It’s okay.
Others may probe further, “Is Acid Jazz a super-important and criminally overlooked musical genre?”
No. Acid Jazz is neither.
Like I said, it’s “okay”.
But still, I’m thinking about going on the internet once in a while and playing some, irregardless.
Honestly, some of it’s pretty good, and it’s nice to listen-to.
Giant Step, Mo Wax, Sharpshooters, Ubiquity, Groove Collective, DJ Smash, DJ Krush, DJ Shadow, Silk 130, Jamiroquai, Brand New Heavies, Talkin’ Loud, Young Disciples, New Breed Records, Brooklyn Funk Essentials, Dana Bryant, Brass Recordings, Ninja Tune, Postishead, Tricky, the whole stuff.
I’ll play it on the internet so you may tune in and hear.
Router down? No problem.
If you are in a situation where it would be inappropriate to listen to Acid Jazz, or where it is unsafe to listen to Acid Jazz, feel free to give me a call, or even to approach me on the street. I’m happy to to talk with you about Acid Jazz.
I’m just here, pitching-in, however I can.
Something else I’m looking forward to, for 2024, is all of the “manifesting” I will be doing.
In “manifesting”, you just say or think some shit that you want, and then it happens, just because you said it or thought it
As proven, with absolutely legit science, in the credible, 2006 documentary “The Secret”, “Manifesting” is a factual, definitely-real thing that totally works, every single time.
Here’s what I am certainly manifesting in 2024:
- Softcover copy of the Trevor Horn autobiography, Adventures in Modern Recording
- $100 gift card to Nothing Bundt Cakes
- New tea kettle
- New umbrella for porch
- New kitchen knives, nice ones
- That cool solar generator I saw on Amazon
- Replace my broken Sony point-and-shoot camera that I love
- New viewfinder for the digital camera on the shelf in my office
- $375 to fix my other broken film camera
- Visit Chicago
- Visit London
- Visit Portugal and Sicily
- Clean pair of Stan Smiths
- Four years, university tuition for daughter
- Some sunglasses. After a pretty good run, I currently have zero sunglasses. All have been broken or lost.
- Apologies from like 4 or 5 people
- A bunch of film
- A bunch of weed
[Submits Daily Jambi Wish]
It’s been over 30 years since I’ve had any alcohol so, right now, imagine me raising a glass of sparkling Martinelli’s…
Here’s to everyone’s manifesting lists and to my new, front porch umbrella.
Here’s to a happy, healthy, and peaceful 2024 for all.
“Bowls of room temperature corn chowder” 🙌🏽
Love everything you’ve done here in this issue.
Satirically delicious.