An interview with State Honourary B.Dolgion

Interesting views from the man who “was considered to be a Pagan” in the UB Post today.

Of course, many of you will recognise that his profession is a journalist, but he is well known as musician in Mongolia. On the eve of his 60th birthday, he tells us about his family, his freedom and his music.

As the UB Post request: “Please enjoy our interview”.

Three band-tastic!

What are you working on lately?
I’m working on an album with the group “One Way” group, as the producer. The group members were selected in fourth place in the “Coke’n beat” music festival. I am also the producer of the group “UB Night”. They are currently recording songs for their album. Producers don’t have to work with only one group, so I work with this group as well. And I’m also cooperating with the band “Jonon” and they are working on the album filled with songs of the Beatles. Everybody knows the Beatles, so we are recording songs with a mixture of Mongolian national music. In that way, we can advertise our national music to the world.

Electro house came from rock (via Soyol erdene)

Do you listen to electro music?
This is similar to rock music, so I like listening to electro music. Rock and pop were developed in Mongolia at the same time as the Beatles. They were “Soyol erdene”, “Ineemseglel” and “Kharanga”. From this music genre, electro house originated.

Mongolia could have been Sweden

If you were criticise this society, what would you say about it?
When Mongolia was socialist, Sweden had a socialist society too. But look at Sweden now. How developed it is. Today, it doesn’t matter who will be the parliament member of its country in Sweden. Our development is lagging behind.

No-one likes Mongolian country song

Is there a type of music that you don’t enjoy?
Everybody has their own taste in music. I don’t like Mongolian country song, because it is usually created with low expenses.

Damn straight – unless it’s mixed with the Beatles in an electro house fusion.

New Music Monday

Yes. I know it’s Tuesday.
Thanks.

With not going away this weekend, I had access to the internet. This is generally a good thing, but not when I’m in the mood for some new music. Wallets (namely mine) start getting thinner. Rapidly.

And now I’m playing catch-up because I have a million new songs to listen to.

Here’s what’s in store (or rather not in the store anymore):

All At Once from The Airborne Toxic Event.
I told you I was going to get this.

REM’s Collapse Into Now.
I’ve been following REM since 1987 and yet their last album, Accelerate, was my favourite so far.  This has a lot to live up to.

DJ Fresh & Euphonik: F.eU Too – In The Club.
Proof that you don’t need to actually have a brain to spin some thumping dance tracks, 5fm’s drive time host and his friend have mixed some catchy anthems here. This was playing while I was in Musica and it was flying off the shelves. Yoav’s We Are Dancing (The Peter Luyts mix), Teenage Crime from Adrian Lux and Hello (the song with the really disappointing video) from Martin Solveig all feature.

Goodluck’s CD, which appears to be called Goodluck.
Buy it now and you’ll get a bonus remix disc thrown in free of charge, which has 3 remixes of Taking It Easy (the über-chilled track we told you about here) and another 3 of their latest offering Hop On Hop Off, which has nothing to do with the Cape Town Sightseeing bus, although that is an option with the service.

Wounded Rhymes – Lykke Li.
A worrying purchase, this.  I based it on one song: I Follow Rivers, which grabbed me with it’s 80’s soundtrack and breathy, yet powerful vocals. Still, what could possibly go wrong when you hear that the artist in question is a 23 year old Swedish indie singer whose music “often blends elements of pop, electronic, and indie rock” and she has a middle name that sounds like shampoo (Li Lykke Timotej Zachrisson)?
And basing an album purchase on one song is infinitely better than basing a purchase on no songs whatsoever and just taking a chance because it’s in the UK charts. I did that with Pala from a band called Friendly Fires. It was pants. What a waste of bandwidth.

I’ll be reporting back on these new purchases as and when I see fit.

In the meantime – what else should I be listening to – and why?
Your recommendations in the comments section below would be appreciated.

Notes on attending an 80s charity disco at the False Bay Rugby Club

Catchy title, hey? But it does exactly what it says on the tin.

The evening in question was aimed at those of us who grew up in the 80s and wanted to relive that “school disco” experience, while raising some much-needed money for the Red Cross Children’s Hospital. It was a good plan and it was a good night. While dancing the hours away, I found myself observing the event from a blogger’s eye (I hate it when that happens, but it happens a lot) and here (in no particular order) are some of the thoughts I had:

  1. The Southern Suburbs of Cape Town are like a giant incestuous net.
    Nothing new in my saying that, but there was plenty of further evidence that you can never really escape from their clutches. Everyone knew everyone else, but hadn’t seen them in years, save for the occasional cross-aisle glimpse at Constantia PicknPay and (tellingly) in passing on the school run. And even those who weren’t present yesterday evening weren’t far away. “She’s in London, but moving back in July” or “Ja, he couldn’t make it tonight, but I saw him at the rugby last week” etc etc.
    From an outsider’s perspective, especially one who flew the Sheffield nest at a relatively young age, it’s quite terrifying.
    My kids will probably be just like that one day.
    (Tied to the Southern Suburbs, I mean; not terrifying or incestuous)
  2. The difference between what made it big in South Africa and what made it big in the UK is a large difference.
    I’ve seen this before too, with Alphaville and more recently Roxette, who both did “OK” in Britain, but were apparently MASSIVE here.
    Some of the reasoning for other bands is fairly straightforward: Eddy Grant’s Gimme Hope Jo’Anna and Free Nelson Mandela by the Specials AKA – both played last night – never made it big here in the 80s. Strange, but true.
    In addition, local (Brakpan) rockers éVoid never had any chart success in the UK, although their song Shadows is worth a listen and could have held its own with any decent British 80s New Romantic/Electronica.
    But then there’s the weird stuff: The Smiths cleared the dance floor last night, aside from me, who was more than happy to shoegaze to Panic and Ask.  The dance floor was hastily refilled when some Talking Heads was applied. Now, of course, I know about Talking Heads, but they had very, very limited appeal in the UK (just 1 top six single). They were however, to coin Alphaville’s phrase, Big in Japan though. And evidently here too.
    I have no idea why this dichotomy should exist.
  3. The Tall Accountant strode across to me (didn’t take much, he was nearby anyway and has a huge stride) as Sweet Child O’ Mine by Guns ‘n Roses began and announced, in an accent oddly-reminiscent of Mr Darcy from Pride & Prejudice:
    This is the greatest song ever recordedI shall hear no argument.
    before moving into an expressive and obviously well-rehearsed air guitar routine.
    He was wrong of course, but I felt that there was little point in telling him so.
  4. In this digital age, there is no excuse for sk-ipping sound on each and ev-ery track.
    It was v-ery ann-oying.
  5. It was just like a school disco. I even felt a bit guilty drinking my Black Label and expected it to be confiscated at any moment.
    The major difference was that I never needed to employ a babysitter when I went to school discos. I suppose that has changed these days too.
    Which brings me to the biggest realisation of the entire evening:
  6. We are getting old. The number of times that I thought how much better music was then than it is now (and I know that I wasn’t alone in thinking it). Of course, those who grew up in the 60s thought that about the 80s and those who grew up in the 70s thought that about the 90s (but they were very obviously incorrect).
    Sadly, in all likelihood, in twenty years time, the young people of today will be saying the same about Justin Bieber.
    It’s a frankly terrifying thought.

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Z&G: The End of the Road

Music post ahead: meaning, apparently, that my Dad will not be reading any further.

His prerogative of course, but he’s missing out on Zebra & Giraffe’s latest offering, The End of the Road, supplied here in full for the clamouring multitude of overseas 6000 miles… readers who do choose to lap up South African music like hungry kittens around a saucer of double cream.
But aurally.

Decent tune, although I’d prefer a bit more of the Depeche Mode introduction throughout the rest of the song. And a rather original video too: according to my sources, vintage, dusty, circus freakshow, ballet dancer chic is bang on in at the moment.

The eye-shadow is of particular concern though – please Greg – we don’t want you heading to the end of that particular road.

More Zebra & Giraffe tunes on 6000 miles… here and here.
And some spiffing photos of the boys here.

Stuff I’m not doing

Have some South African music – there’s a lot of good stuff around at the moment which deserves more exposure than it’s probably getting outside these borders. I can like to help with that a bit.
This is Goodluck from Cape Town with their catchy tune Taking It Easy:

and that’s exactly what I wish I could be doing right now, but instead of that, I’m having the week from hell.
I knew I should have voted ANC.

More blogging when I get chance.