{"id":1297,"date":"2011-02-15T15:15:57","date_gmt":"2011-02-15T20:15:57","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/funky16corners.lunarpages.net\/?p=1297"},"modified":"2015-02-04T21:41:50","modified_gmt":"2015-02-05T02:41:50","slug":"dixie-cups-two-way-poc-a-way","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/funky16corners.com\/?p=1297","title":{"rendered":"Dixie Cups – Two-Way-Poc-A-Way"},"content":{"rendered":"

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The Dixie Cups on TV = Groovy…<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Listen\/Download – Dixie Cups – Two-Way-Poc-A-Way <\/em><\/strong><\/em><\/strong><\/a><\/strong><\/strong><\/del><\/p>\n

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Greetings all.<\/strong><\/strong><\/strong><\/p>\n

I don\u2019t know about you, but I unwisely spent my Sunday evening staring at the TV set while the \u2018music industry\u2019 took a hot steaming dump.<\/em><\/p>\n

I understand that ranting about this brings with it the possibility of being branded as old and out of touch, but honest to god, what a lot of shit.<\/p>\n

Oh, by the way, I\u2019m talking about the Grammy Awards.<\/p>\n

It\u2019s not like this is a new development, because what manifested itself on the screen this week was only the latest incremental step in a decades-long slide to the bottom.<\/p>\n

It has been years since popular music ceased worrying about sounding good and began obsessing with spectacle, i.e. how many pyrotechnics, backup dancers and how much postmodern filigree could be wrapped around a song (and I use the term loosely) to keep the saucer-eyed worker ants tossing their hard earned money into the wood chipper, but the blending of the tabloid sensibility with what passes for music these days is scraping the street like a damaged muffler, throwing up sparks and shrapnel while revealing the finely tuned engine of commerce for the loud, greasy beast that it really is.<\/p>\n

The really revealing thing is how much of this can be laid at the feet of old-schoolers, who allow their egos to be over-inflated by essentially empty (publicist driven) idolatry from their descendants while phoning it in in the laziest possible way.<\/p>\n

There, on the stage next to the current crop of freshly wrapped, forgettable crap (nothing new there, just the latest version of the oily film that has always floated atop the music industry) were folks like Bob Dylan, Mick Jagger<\/strong> (who in paying \u201ctribute\u201d to Brother Solomon Burke<\/strong>, got the first line of \u2018Everybody Needs Somebody To Love\u2019 WRONG), Aretha Franklin<\/strong> and Kris Kristofferson <\/strong>(among many others) who really ought to have known better, basically tossing dirt on top of their own caskets.<\/p>\n

It wouldn\u2019t be so bad if they were performing something new, of their own creation, but they allow themselves to be wrapped around all manner of contemporary awfulness, like juicy slices of bacon embracing a succession of turds (anti-Rumaki?) , while we all sit by like waterboarding subjects, gasping thankfully for that brief respite from a musical drowning like our torturers are doing us a favor.<\/p>\n

Just awful on every conceivable level, ultimately more about the \u2018red carpet\u2019, the iconography of crass stupidity and commerce than anything that might be mistaken for art and soul.<\/p>\n

Of course I sat there like Statler<\/strong> and\/or Waldorf <\/strong>(OG Muppets represent<\/em>), sneering at my TV set when the off-button was always in reach, which makes me a special brand of rube, but I was also e-commiserating with others of my ilk on the social network that will remain unnamed, so I guess it was a kind of digital anti-focus group, in which we all bonded together in hatred for those that would presume that we were stupid enough to find any of this appetizing, which is where things are in the 21st century (where\u2019s my jet car and Martian vacation home???<\/em>).<\/p>\n

It\u2019s the ultimate manifestation of everything bad about post-modernization (not the conceptual po-mo but what the powers of commerce have done with it).<\/p>\n

What we need is something solid with a direct line to the soul, and what you get is Justin Beiber<\/strong>, dancing ninjas with fireworks shooting out of their asses and a \u201csong of the year\u201d (really? Bad year\u2026<\/em>) largely cribbed from a thirty year old pop song. It\u2019s as if the recording industry, already choking to death on its own spew (and lack of foresight) decided that insulting the intelligence of its audience was a waste of time since there was no longer anything there to be insulted so why not serve up the contents of their dumpster and make believe it\u2019s caviar and lobster?<\/p>\n

That said, when I decided I was going to fill this space with gripe, I realized that I couldn\u2019t very well do that without countering the suck with something especially good, representative of the kind of musical kick in the sack required to cleanse the palate in a case like this.<\/p>\n

I have my man Dan<\/strong> at the Home of the Groove<\/strong><\/a> to thank for turning me on to today\u2019s selection a few years back.<\/p>\n

I \u2013 like anyone else with a radio or a seat at a wedding \u2013 was already aware of the Dixie Cups<\/strong>, with the \u2018Chapel of Love\u2019, and \u2018People Say\u2019 and that tip of the feathered headdress to their home in the Crescent City \u2018Iko Iko\u2019, but when I first heard \u2018Two-Way-Poc-A-Way\u2019 my hair (and my prominent ears<\/em>) stood on end, as they should when presented with something so powerful.<\/p>\n

Recorded in 1965 after they moved from Red Bird to ABC\/Paramount, and produced by none other than Joe Jones<\/strong>, \u2018Two-Way-Poc-A-Way\u2019 is the Wild Indian chant of \u2018Iko Iko\u2019 taken to a whole \u2018nother extreme, removed from the pop element and placed firmly in the Mardi Gras parade as if you were cakewalking alongside the Big Chief with a head full of spirits (liquid and deceased).<\/p>\n

Not much more than the Dixie Cups and a grip of percussion (more than enough if you ask me) \u2018Two-Way-Poc-A-Way\u2019 was \u2013 even for 1965 when things were really starting to change \u2013 an awfully strange record to toss at AM radio – but that\u2019s one of the many reasons (maybe the main one) why it\u2019s so cool.<\/p>\n

I\u2019ve dropped this one at funk 45 fests (and in a previous mix) but I figured that in a situation like this, it deserved to be put up where it might be savored on its own.<\/p>\n

Real stuff for an increasingly unreal world.<\/p>\n

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