Disc Music 70

WHO WE ARE OR WHO WE BELIEVE OF BEING?

This is a long history, that it begins far away from a lot. Before the time that I entered in a discotheque I had fourteen years. It ran the year of grace 1974, 28 December for the exactitude. I had been invited to a private festivity that was kept in a local little one, capienza a hundred of persons to the maximum, but somewhat pretty. There were the lights that illuminated the pavement of the track, the sphere with the reflecting mirrors, the stroboscopic push-buttons, the rotor, the wood, (used when the discs of a valve were put, own the discs of a valve) that strange light that the face rendered you ebony and the teeth you whitened to me, much from farti seeming one of the Jackons Five. In order to make it short, the DJ, or presumed such, which was one of the grandsons pel owner of the premises, churches of giving a glance to me to the console, while it would have danced with a girl. It said to me: when the disc ends, it crushes this key and then it turns this grip handle, is easy. You will wonder, because the churches own to me? Simple, they give approximately an hour, it I was making questions on that strange job, the DJ, riferendogli from my premature passion for funk and the soul and that strange thing that many began to call Disc, but, above all, for James Brown, Barry White, Gloria Gaynor, Otis Redding, Aretha Franklyn. On purpose, the console was a strange one archibugio of wood in which they were embedded an amplifier, two record player and a telephone exchange for the control of the lights. The mixer it did not exist: when a disc was in order to vanish, the start of the other record player was crushed, while with potenziometro (a rotellina) raised the volume, creating a species of effect fading. In order to understand to us, to second that the potenziometro came either left or right moved, the entering disc acquired all the volume to damage of that outgoing one. Of pre-I listen, not to speak of: nobody, to the age, knew what was. It was worked more to eye than to ear. But we return at the moment in which I had boldness to make to slip the first disc of my career of DJ (all '' age not even in nuce). The hands shook to me, the Latin version that I had made in the afternoon, to comparison, had been a walk. Before that the moment of the change reached, the DJ me launch a glance from the track, like for dirmi: now, you go He was thus exciting, to the point not to render account me that the disc was already playing. Gone era all good, no disaster. On the contrary, the track began to still fill up itself more. The DJ watched to me, at first with strict air, but then sorrise, making an approval gesture and proferendo some words. From the labiale, I understood that Bravo was saying to me. In reality, I had sortito a small marachella: before going away, the DJ had hurried to prepare a disc to me of Les Humphries Singers, but I, with a sure spregiudicatezza, had replaced it with Think of James Brown. From then, past are thirty-five years and, guarantee to you that, from time to time, I take to those old 45 turns of James Brown and the riascolto, still trying the same emotions. Moral of the fable or the history (since is all true): for me and how many me they are near in this game, fabulous years 60, rutilanti years 80, allucinati years 90, anoressici years 2000 are not null to comparison of UPROARIOUS YEARS 70. In truth, I had already a sure familiarity with the vinile: merit of a my uncle, which possessed a record player and folta a collection of discs of every kind. From there little, they were born the first Radius Free, then become Private, Net-Work or other, therefore I had way to begin to vent my instincts disc-funkoidi in the ether and several premises from dance that in those years of fever sabatina came outside like the fungi. From the sure America news of Loft reached us, of these apartments used after private discotheques or clubs. Not we are made to lack not even this experience: between 1976 and 1978, I participated to many private festivities, some clandestines, in the sense that were consumed in matinèe, when the school was marinava. A my companion of grammar school, son of a rich professional of the denture, had used a small discotheque in the scantinato one of the villetta of family. Thus when I did not dance, trying to corteggiare that of the third bench, anch'io I put discs, using two anachronistic record players, (those of Selection of the Reader's Digest, remembered). They were the times of Tony Camillo Bazooka, Brass Construction, LTD, The Trammps. Thoughts that when we began to play with the mythical LENCO L 76, us seemed to touch the sky with a finger, above all when we discovered that to remove the rubber from the plate, replacing it with an obtained rudimentale slipmap from a round one of moquette, it could render simpler and flowing the job. For this, I will not never end ringraziare a friend, to the fonico age to the RAI, which, re-entering from an improvement course in the USA, us ammannì of all the innovationes, as regards music and of of discotheques, that it had seen and felt in the Great Apple. During its stay to New York, - we are in the first half of years '70 - it had gone ramingo for the several premises to hunting of ideas and cues for its job. Own in this girovagare nocturnal, had learned that, it was enough to put under slipmap a thin sheet of paper and the plate of the record player would have met still less friction. They are, from always, a propugnatore and a divulgatore of the theories of the DJ-FILOSOFO David Mancuso: beautiful discapito music to of the technique, that is the discs come proposals not for coupling of battered or tecno-ritmica similitudine, but nearly for elective affinity. Personally, I have always proposed music, following a kind of novellistic evolution, leaving from the warmer rhythms, more soul-funk of the first seventy, passing through contaminations afro-rock-reggae, till the calibrated and metronomici reasons more of first years eighty. (It is important to know that years 70, musically speaking, end 1983, then it changes the technology, other sounds, other history). I have continued to put discs, in several premises, till the thresholds of 2000: Funk, Afro, Rap, Reggae, all roba that it does not have nothing to that to share with the perfection of a change to thousandth of battered or with the excess of technicality developed after the second half of years 80. In order to understand to us, YEARS 70 are thus: wood record player, you play warmth, feeling and much passion. They are not a festivity of Carnival, but a philosophy of life!