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Who is PB?
the core members of P B emerged from initial experiments in 1985 by the Wide Concept Orchestra at the Lab and the New Performance Gallery. Also a series of rotating genre Tuesdays at Goat Hill Pizza. Click Dark, Nate Pitts, Will Bernard, Jim Campilongo, Pamela Z, Dubmeisters Hagesaurus and Stefanacci, Dred Scott, Francis Wong,Jimmy de Wash, Steve Ruppenthal, and Brian Mitchell,
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Pictures (and other info) of and about the artists and of the various manifestations of the President's Breakfast phenomena can be found in the Personnel and other Ink-R-Nations pages of this site.
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THE RESURGANCE OF THE QUARTER NOTE
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Cuz White People did too forget how to play these little recurrent metronomic gems. Especially on the kick drum.
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The Funk
Now lets talk about this, talk about it like a dog . Cuz it is Here ! Hear to stay . Back in the Time Before Funk Flowed* there was a well-spring; Mr. James Brown and several other adhearants. These Pee Opals had the audacity to unleash a virture-all torrent of rhythms and pitch bends (White People take note : this IS one of the secrets) . All rapped up in a bundle and called UNNH, which was den pooted inna larger than life stylee over da airwaves. All you had to do to receive behoovification was stick it (Joe Ear) upside a speaker-type membrane and SUCK.
"the Funk began to flow on its own with the release of "Fresh" by Sly in 1973" |
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The Jams
the collective spirit of the improvising is akin to New Orleans hot jazz- or is it that the big sound whose timbre changes slowly, is drawn from the orchestral leanings of Ligeti, Berio, Lutoslowski, Kagel and Nono? For that matter take a bite out of Miles Davis' Big Fun then let's talk timbre!
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timbre:
The color of sound. The quality given to a sound by its overtones. The combination of qualities of a sound that distinguishes it from other sounds of the same pitch and volume.
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the FUNKY THEOREM
the Funk cannought existeth without the Gownk. Some Funky aspects must be affected (modulated) by unrestrained Gownk!
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The Instrumentation
P B members include mixers and signal processors alongside the usual rhythm and horn sections. We also use toys, balloons, garbage cans, bicycle horns, bongos, congas, tablas and all manner of little gizmoes and widgjitz. Metronomic modulations in conjunction with rhythms set up by the delays :Charles Ives and Fela Kuti sit down for a chat and a Fatty.
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Pee-Opals
president's breakfast personnel reflects the groups's means-subverted-by-ends (counting backwards) way of working: If whatever it takes to get the music made, then whoever it takes to get the music played, is the determining criteria for membership in the band. In other words Click is in charge (maybe this is why Dred calls him Clink).
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The Polyrhythms
competing tempos are seemingly taken over at the pass by a raging cacophony, like two mack trucks passing in the night. Maybe the dryer has a tennis shoe in it, the washer gushing water in spurts, there is someone talking on the phone next to you and a car passes by with a big 'ol kik drum, can you put it all together? Can you hear it? Click Dark and President's Breakfast will help you decode these and other important stimuli in the coming AIR- Let the Time Flow-
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PB Live at Klub Komotion |
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Moe Dark and The Love Posse Live at Klub Komotion |
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The Technologies
the reigns be loose but the aim be true. We whip the electronics into shape, not the other way around. Our approach to technology is irreverent; the computer on the fritz, about to crash, it issues a gigantic digital belch... ...We are ready. We sample it, add some distortion and use it at the next show. 8 track tape players with Tony Bennet, left uppercut to Mao's jaw, red tights, a five foot wrist watch, a trash can named desire, some poor jazz standard strangles on a tofu chicken bone.
Now What? |
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