Singita Miracle Beach Singita Miracle Beach is located in Fregene, a wind blown summer town on an endless strip on sand, down the Autostrade, by the sea. It’s just past Fiumicino, really not that far from Rome as the traffic flows. I suppose it’s the Roman equivalent of Brighton, close enough for a day trip, the closest bit of sea to the big city. Of course, being Italy, the beach is long and sandy, the roads are narrow, straight and stressy and the place is decked-out cool and breezy, bikini beautiful. Unlike the other bars on the strip, Singita has been angled to face the setting sun. At the centre of a spread of four-poster daybeds, horizontal loungers and sheets laid out like picnic blankets, there is a large gong. At sunset the gong is beaten to mark the passing of another day by a big man with impressive, expansive beard. Pumping out sound from the system in the sand is Antos Gurumusic , the resident DJ. He plays music for lounging – soul classics, spacy electronica and slo mo disco. He has invited me to join him for a sunset session. Playing music in these situations makes me extraordinarily happy. I cannot exactly explain why. It’s just some magical, beautiful, cosmic combination of beach, sea, people, sun and sound. A pause. An attempt to reach something more… I don’t want to use the word spiritual, perhaps I just mean something beautiful. A simple, shared experience. The golden light of evening making everyone look so lovely. The simple sentiments of a love song expressed in a place where they don’t sound banal. God only knows, it’s just the world turning, it’s just the end of another day made special by us and the love and the music. No, it already is special. It would surely be just as beautiful if we were not here to witness it. It will surely be just as beautiful at some time in the far future when we and our music and our weakness and stupidity are long gone. So perhaps playing for the sunset is just an extension of the dying harmonics of the banging of the gong, not even big enough to call itself a wave, just the tiniest ripple expanding into the infinite.
More stuff about the music and stories on this weekâs Melodica. This is the second anniversary of Melodica. All the shows are archived on the Chris Coco page at Mixcloud. Melodica chart on Juno Download: here. THAT FUZZY FEELING: BILLIE HOLIDAY VS SEBASTIAN TELLIER – LA RITOURNELLE (LULU ROUGE JASS EDIT) A special tune of the week for the second anniversary of Melodica. This is a re-version of an all time classic made by Lulu Rouge for the Copenhagen Jazz Festival. Listen to this show to hear more re-edits and re-versions from Lulu Rouge. WASHED OUT The new Washed Out EP, Within And Without, is a real gem. It continues the woozy, slightly retro, atmospheric feel of his debut EP, Life Of Leisure, creating a perfect soundtrack for lazy summer evenings. Washed Out is one man band Earnest Greene from Atlanta, Georgia, USA. It’s co-produced by Ben Allen who has produced for Animal Collective, Gnarles Barkley and Deerhunter. As well as the download and CD the album is available in various shades of coloured vinyl. DJ KICKS The latest in the excellent DJ Kicks mix series from K7 records comes from the ever reliable deep house heads Motor City Drum Ensemble. But it’s not all house music in the mix, far from it, the guys have gone super eclectic, starting their set with a slice of Sun Ra’s wonky jazz and taking it from there. Well worth investigating then. DEADBEAT Drawn and Quartered by Deadbeat is the first release on a new label from Germany called BLKRTZ, presumably pronounced Black Ratz. It’s that deep, spacy form of techno that works as well on a sunny beach as in a dark after hours spot. Hit track for Melodica is Second Quarter. Deadbeat is producer Scott Monteith who has released more dub techno on the Scape and Wagon Repair imprints.
Chris Coco’s weekly radio broadcast. An eclectic selection of brilliant new music starting with house and moving on to electronica, downtempo, acoustic and all sorts of other styles loosely connected to dance and electronic music. Let tastemaker Chris Coco guide you through his selection of the week’s best new music. This week there’s amazing music from the Lulu Rouge prepared specially for the Copenhagen Jazz festival. What about a party you say – those are coming up soon. There’s one at the Big Chill Festival in the radio tent (7 August) and a boat party at the Stop Making Sense Festival in Croatia with True Jazz Child and Man Makes Music on the decks (11 August). [setlist] 1 The Detroit Urban Gardening Club – Take Root – Out Hear Audio 2 Fred P – On This Vibe – K7 3 Radiohead – Little By Little (Caribou Remix) – Ticker Tape THAT FUZZY FEELING (TUNE OF THE WEEK) 4 Billie Holiday Vs Sebastian Tellier – La Ritournelle (Lulu Rouge Jass Edit) – Digital File 5 Washed Out – Eyes Be Closed – Weird World 6 Kolombo – Waiting – Digital File 7 Moby – Lie Down In Darkness (Ben Hoo’s Dorian Vibe) – Digital File STRINGS, WOOD AND A BOX OF AIR 8 White Elephant – Sir John – Redux 9 Etta Cameron Vs Jan Jenilek Vs Bo Rande Trumpet – Lulu Rouge Jass Edit – Digital File 10 Mount Kimbie – Baves Chords – Hotflush 11 Terry Callier – You’re Goin’ Miss Candyman (Lulu Rouge Jass Edit) – Digital File 12 Deadbeat – Second Quarter – BLKRTZ
The route to happiness is filled with potholes that are deep and treacherous and traffic jams that are six lanes wide and wind and stretch around the clock; stupidly steep hill and seemingly unimaginable routes through twisting, vertiginous back streets that open up, suddenly, onto the most magnificent vistas, a spreading view of the sea, creating tiny moments of joy on the even the most grueling journey. So, here I am, Chris Coco DJ, representing London, in one of the great cities of cities, Istanbul, 22 million and counting, playing some music, talking about the world, trying to make sense of it all and waiting for my soul to arrive after a slightly epic plane journey and car ride. Nothing out of the ordinary there. And just like Helsinki, this place feels fine, except for the jams and the smog, it’s fine; a totally good time. And I spin and I love it, being here, playing music, being here. No Guide Book My policy is still not to read a tourist guide book to a city. Ok, you miss the obvious, but every turn becomes an adventure. The story of the stadium and the shopping mall or how one kind of ‘hell’ is replaced by another On the way from the airport, in deep traffic, we pass a hole, a lack, a gap in the slow progress of medium-rise apartment blocks, packed back to back to back on either side of the elevated crawl-way. You know Galatasaray, the football club, their stadium, affectionately named ‘the hell’ by various English clubs, used to stand right there. Till about a month ago. Now there are just a couple of steps, a concrete walkway and half an old advert left, about to sucked into a bottomless gravel pit. The club has moved up the road to somewhere bigger and more lucrative, leaving a hole where hell used to be. It’s going to be a shopping mall, Emrah, my guide, tells me. Everywhere is going to be a shopping mall as soon as we get the chance to knock down what’s already here, I quip. One day the whole of Europe will be one big shopping mall, all the way from sea to shining sea. The Strange connection between Turkish, Japanese and Finnish. I am eating sea bass ceviche in Lucca with Yakuza. It’s the kind of place that feels like home as soon as you walk in. We’re drinking some kind of white that is light and delicious. We’re talking empires and the strange connection between Turkish, Japanese and Finnish. He knows two out of three and he has a theory that a lot of the grammatical construction is the same in each, though of course the words are different. Now, the theory goes that long ago some people living in the heart of Asia spoke the same language, but for reasons of survival, they split up and started walking in different directions, kind of north west, kind of south west and kind of east. Eventually, after many generations they ended up in what would eventually become Japan, Finland and Turkey, by this time speaking different languages, skin adapting to climatic conditions, but the basic construction of the language was still there. I heard about the inexplicable Finnish – Japanese connection before, when I was in Finland in March, now here it is again. We Laugh At Traffic We laugh at traffic, we sigh when our vehicle finally finds a clear road. But really it’s not funny. This city is choking. This city of humans is dominated by screaming metal on rubber wheels. Ancient Walls, Modern Art (tribute to Cy Twombly) Art is in the eye of the beholder. There is art everywhere, in the shadows, in the cracks, in the details. It’s not about looking for it. It’s just about seeing it. Freshly Squeezed Orange Juice According to the Buddha, the art of living that is hardest to learn but most rewarding is the art of letting go. To be in the moment. To live every detail. Because when it’s gone, it’s gone. In this era of hyperconnectivity, where the moment can be where we are and somewhere else online with someone else talking in one ear and some music in the other and some traffic in the background, it’s hard to find such moments of tranquility. But the combination of much walking in the hot sun creating a fierce thirst, and the purchase from a quayside vendor and consumption of some freshly squeezed orange juice in a small plastic cup makes me feel as happy as I have ever been in my life. Here. Now. In the sun. By the sea. Sipping this juice, amazed at it’s sweetness, savouring it’s viscosity as it runs down my throat. Sugars turning to energy, liquid precious liquid. It feels like I am taking in all the power of the fruit, all it’s time growing, ripening in the sun, hanging on the tree, making me feel so alive, so real, so here, so now. It’s amazing. I guess if you’re really good at this you can do it all the time. I guess if you’re really good at this you don’t really need to do anything because whatever you do is brilliant. Wind in the Trees – Nature’s Aircon I am in the gardens of the Topkapi Palace. The sun is beating but it feels cool. There is no aircon. There is no glass box to hide us from the elements but the temperature is just right. The wind blows gently, moving the leaves in the trees. The leaves shade the buildings and the people. It’s nature’s aircon. It’s not burning energy, it’s not pumping out as much hot air as it makes cold air, it doesn’t buzz and whine and hum. It just works. Naturally. The View from a Window In this secular republic there are many mosque visit ops. none more special than the mini mosque inside the Topkapi palace. It’s a room with a nice carpet, so you take off your shoes, and nothing much else. What makes it special, and definitely worth a quick prayer, is the view from the window, across the Sea of Marmara and the start of the next continent. From Europe to Asia by Boat Here is a place where two continents meet. Istanbul spreads up and inland on either side of the divide. There is no border control, no change of flag or style of uniform, no celebration, no formality, no signpost. There is no colour change from one side to the other with one side pink and the other blue like an old Imperial map. No, it’s easy to travel from Europe to Asia. It costs TL 1.75 for a small metal token that must be inserted into a slot on a gate, then it’s a short walk in the blazing 30s to a roll on roll off ferry, a stand on deck, in the hairdryer breeze, admiring the bridges and boats, then bump, another quayside, the Asian side, under the same fierce sun. Tea With a Stranger I seek out shade. A group of men sit on small plastic stools, smoking, outside a cafe. They nurse tiny glasses filled with viscous, scalding, bitter sweet tea. It is the perfect drink in a most excellent location for a too-hot afternoon – under an extremely large tree. The man who runs the cafe is sleepy-friendly, happy to talk in simple phrases about the things men talk about when they meet – the weather (hot), beer (he likes English beer he says; I can tell by his extended belly that he like English beer a lot), and, of course, Football. He is Fenerbache. He is not happy, though I can’t work out why. I find out later that the club’s officials are accused of match fixing and relegation is a real possibility. After our brief exchange we fall into an easy silence. He returns to his mobile phone and his life outside his life under the tree. I stare at the tea cup, then up at the port, then back to the tea cup, till the tea is gone, till I realise that a new boat has pulled in, till I think that perhaps I should get up, walk down the hill, into the burning sun, past the bus station, and buy another small metal token for TL 1.75 and get back to Europe. Sharing Some Music with Friends at Lucca Thursdays at Lucca, currently one of Istanbul’s must-go destinations, is a family affair. The atmosphere is lively enough to be vibey, relaxed enough to be cool. Resident DJ and musical director Yakuza graciously offers me a turn on the decks and I am pleased to be able to share some of my favourite slomo disco newies and re-edits with my new found friends. It’s the age-old tale of good food, good wine and good music smoothing the edges of international relations. Calf and Heel Nocturnal joys include the observation of the relationship between calf and heel on a well turned out leg. The Girl In The Lift There’s a girl in the lift. Every time I get in she is here. Sometimes she smiles at me. Sometimes she doesn’t. The soundtrack says always a pleasure. Always a pleasure. By the end of my stay I have sort of fallen in love with her. These hoteliers are so clever. Superstar Generator Somewhere, past a wrong turning, down a back street, I find what everybody in the music business has been searching for. The answer to all our problems. It’s a Superstar Generator. If only it was small enough to fit into my hand luggage.
More stuff about the music and stories on this weekâs Melodica. In tune with the Melodica aesthetic, covering a broad range of exciting, inspiring, beautiful new music from electronica to house to experimental. Melodica chart on Juno Download: here. THAT FUZZY FEELING: WASHED OUT – EYES BE CLOSED Washed Out is a bloke called Ernest Greene. This is the first single from a forthcoming album on Sub Pop called Within And Without, recorded with Ben Allen who co-produced Animal Collective’s Merriweather Post Pavilion album. So expect more big, floaty, epic sounds in the same vein as this excellent song. VIRGO FOUR – IT’S A CRIME Caribou’s Dan Snaith has remixed something from legendary 80s house producers Virgo Four. It is, as one would expect, rather good in an old school / new school house kind of way. RADIOHEAD 12″S Radiohead release the first in a series of remix 12″ singles of tracks from the King Of Limbs album. This one featuring Jacques Green’s take of Lotus Flower and a Caribou version of Little By Little. The next release will feature tracks remixed by Nathan Fake and Mark Pritchard. MAN MAKE MUSIC Man Make Music is a new label from Mixcloud’s Nikhil Shah. The First release is a single from Melodica favourite George Fitzgerald. White Elephant – Sir John Redux Records from Leeds, UK have just released a fine single from White Elephant, it features some fine acoustic guitar playing and it’s what you’d call Balearic for sure. They are, according to the Redux website, currently working on an album of ‘acoustic soul’. Nice.