If you were on your way to the Hammondbeat Forums and landed here, please read on. If you are already a member of the Hammondbeat Blog, worry not, what follows does not directly affect this place.
Well, it's been a very long time since we created the Hammondbeat Forums, and even longer since JTQgroove. But it is time to bring that old platform to an end and focus on new things. I suppose there was a lost innocence when Ryan and I decided to put our emphasis on the record label several years ago and move away from something that was dominated by a single band...a band we pointed out at the time was not even on Hammondbeat, but we were painfully aware that this caused many to abandon what we had built up and for that alone I regret the decision, but while I will always have a fond spot for The James Taylor Quartet, for better or worse they too have transformed and I'm sure JTQgroove would have gone to news heaven by now anyhow.
So, with the domination of digital media, Facebook, Twitter, etc. I have noticed that the forum world has become something of an antique, and Hammondbeat's forum hasn't had any serious activity for well over a year and is quite frankly a bit embarrassing if not down right depressing. Other forums I once followed have become cesspools of hate and sniping, something I'm proud to say HB never suffered, but at the risk of becoming a hacker's target for pornography and dope peddling, it's pretty clear the HB image is in jeopardy if I just let it sit there untended.
So, about a year ago I started this blog. Though it hasn't been exploited as of yet, it was created to replace the "news" portion of the Hammondbeat Forums, and hopefully many of you that miss the dialogue of the forums will find reason to join in.
I will be back in 2-3 weeks to get things fired up...Peace and the ever lovin' Groove...
K
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Tuesday, October 6, 2009
The History of Hammondbeat, Part Twelve
An abridged excerpt from chapter twelve of
THE HISTORY OF HAMMONDBEAT
An accounting of the truth by Kahlil Breithaupt
The addicted man desecrates his own potential; the patriotic man defends his perceived entitlement to possessions and control; the inventive man perpetually tears down and rebuilds his God to reflect the latest, sexy fad; the intelligent man is confused, ashamed, and critical of his very existence; but the artistic man has burned to learn, think and thrive in The Great Anything.
This man found power from his First Mother who provided, preserved, and restored…she who was advocate, counselor, nurse… and now friend. She was the unrelenting teacher of reason; guardian of the door between him and the silliness of the road he would travel to and through The Great Anything. She instinctively endured the inevitable abandonment and he is acutely aware and humbled by that blessed and blooded sacrifice.
He surrendered two tremendous women to The Great Anything this year: his Grand Mother who raised and toured the world with him those many, many wonderful summers past; now his Second Mother, who saved his Father from self-destruction, returning to him a hero and mentor forged from a superior framework of knowledge, compassion, and forgiveness - a foundation that serves to hold the morality of progress to the higher standard of truth and justice than some man-made, flexible contract with faith in a mad, chaotic, imperialistic post-moderne world.
He continues The Great Anything with his partner and very breath of life. She will hold his hand at the many graves ahead, wipe the tears from his heart with her limitless smiles, and one bittersweet day complete a superior history worthy of vigilant remembrance and celebration. Their daughters discover their own strength and will soon selflessly tend the continuance of The Great Anything and vanquish the cynicisms and treacheries frequented upon that tradition that makes the pursuit of life possible.
THE HISTORY OF HAMMONDBEAT
An accounting of the truth by Kahlil Breithaupt
The addicted man desecrates his own potential; the patriotic man defends his perceived entitlement to possessions and control; the inventive man perpetually tears down and rebuilds his God to reflect the latest, sexy fad; the intelligent man is confused, ashamed, and critical of his very existence; but the artistic man has burned to learn, think and thrive in The Great Anything.
This man found power from his First Mother who provided, preserved, and restored…she who was advocate, counselor, nurse… and now friend. She was the unrelenting teacher of reason; guardian of the door between him and the silliness of the road he would travel to and through The Great Anything. She instinctively endured the inevitable abandonment and he is acutely aware and humbled by that blessed and blooded sacrifice.
He surrendered two tremendous women to The Great Anything this year: his Grand Mother who raised and toured the world with him those many, many wonderful summers past; now his Second Mother, who saved his Father from self-destruction, returning to him a hero and mentor forged from a superior framework of knowledge, compassion, and forgiveness - a foundation that serves to hold the morality of progress to the higher standard of truth and justice than some man-made, flexible contract with faith in a mad, chaotic, imperialistic post-moderne world.
He continues The Great Anything with his partner and very breath of life. She will hold his hand at the many graves ahead, wipe the tears from his heart with her limitless smiles, and one bittersweet day complete a superior history worthy of vigilant remembrance and celebration. Their daughters discover their own strength and will soon selflessly tend the continuance of The Great Anything and vanquish the cynicisms and treacheries frequented upon that tradition that makes the pursuit of life possible.
For Bonnie and Vina: Yatahe!
Pre-published from the forthcoming liner-notes of Paolo "Apollo" Negri's "The Great Anything" (January, 2010).
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
KRTU 2009 - In Studio
Paolo "Apollo" Negri, Brad Bradburn and Kahlil Breithaupt
meet the one and only JJ Lopez
SxSW 2009 - Showcase Photos
Paolo "Apollo" Negri
with Flyjack & The Diplomats of Solid Sound
SxSW 2009
Buck McKinney
(Flyjack)
The Diplomettes with Paolo
Paolo Apollo Negri's SXSW Odyssey
Brad Bradburn
(Flyjack)
Ed Miles
(Flyjack)
David Basinger & Eddie McKinley
(The Diplomats of Solid Sound)
The Diplomettes with Paolo
Buck McKinney
(Flyjack)
Flyjack & The Diplomats of Solid Sound
Friday, May 29, 2009
Fay Hallam Trinity "1975" (review)
Hello groovy ladies and gents. It seems I'm rapidly approaching the one-year anniversary of my last commentary (The Diplomats of Solid Sound featuring the Diplomettes, May '08), and like many of you victims of a manipulated and mutilated economy I've had to put work before play to inhumane levels...and as it turns out running a label alone is not as party-licious and fancy-free as you would rightly imagine. The same can be said for those indie bands that we know and love and must throw our modest support whenever we can.
What keeps me driving head-first (and somewhat blind and dumb, but never deaf!) into that horizon of an ever-flattening world is simply the mainlining high of records like "1975" by the effervescent Fay Hallam Trinity. To be blunt, if you can't be swept away by the mod-gospely-goodness of this record or its gut-punching predecessor "Realm" (2006), then I fear you you may be a moron, drink too much, or consume dangerous amounts of sugar and should have that checked out ASAP. But let's assume that you are genius for a moment (which I know you are) and are just a cautious person that won't go a couple of days without food in exchange for a truly worthy pursuit...see a theme emerges to my opening remark!
Food (especially sugar) just makes you fat which leads to being fat in the head and likely to listen to the radio where you will be brain-washed into liking and buying (or even stealing) crap which leads to being a moron and hungry anyway...it's a vicious circle that will impact the lives of friends and family...and you should never hurt the ones you love!!!
FHT makes you smart and happy (and occassionally a little sad) but above all thoughtful and introspective (love, loss, redemption, sprirituality, and more!) which leads to ideas, which leads to food for the body and the soul. It's an investment people...a stimulous package of monumental possibilities. "1975" very well might save your life...I'm living proof.
© Kahlil Breithaupt for Hammondbeat
Originally published April 8, 2009 (http://www.hammondbeat.com/)
What keeps me driving head-first (and somewhat blind and dumb, but never deaf!) into that horizon of an ever-flattening world is simply the mainlining high of records like "1975" by the effervescent Fay Hallam Trinity. To be blunt, if you can't be swept away by the mod-gospely-goodness of this record or its gut-punching predecessor "Realm" (2006), then I fear you you may be a moron, drink too much, or consume dangerous amounts of sugar and should have that checked out ASAP. But let's assume that you are genius for a moment (which I know you are) and are just a cautious person that won't go a couple of days without food in exchange for a truly worthy pursuit...see a theme emerges to my opening remark!
Food (especially sugar) just makes you fat which leads to being fat in the head and likely to listen to the radio where you will be brain-washed into liking and buying (or even stealing) crap which leads to being a moron and hungry anyway...it's a vicious circle that will impact the lives of friends and family...and you should never hurt the ones you love!!!
FHT makes you smart and happy (and occassionally a little sad) but above all thoughtful and introspective (love, loss, redemption, sprirituality, and more!) which leads to ideas, which leads to food for the body and the soul. It's an investment people...a stimulous package of monumental possibilities. "1975" very well might save your life...I'm living proof.
© Kahlil Breithaupt for Hammondbeat
Originally published April 8, 2009 (http://www.hammondbeat.com/)
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