Friday, 7 October 2011

Cambodian Funk Yodeler - Unknown Title

Cambodian Funk Yodeler - Unknown Title
Found in a cheap record store bin back around 1993. For all we know it's a story of a true cross-cultural love, Cambodian boy meets Swiss girl in ski resort. Legitimate music.
- Stephen Downs
TT-4:17 / 5.88MB / 192kbps 44.1khz
from Cassette
Stephen writes back on March 15th:
I just found out from a Cambodian woman that the singing on "Cambodian Funk Yodeler" is actually Laotian!
John Davison writes:
I'm sitting here with my friend Tohny, a U.S. citizen who speaks Thai, Khmer, and English. He's telling me a little bit about this song. The singer is singing in Thai, but with a distinctly Khmer/Lao accent. (This is not at all uncommon. Tohny claims that there is a disproportionate number of ethnic Khmer personalities on the Thai pop music scene. There's a huge cultural overlap among the Thai, Khmer, and Lao.) The song is essentially an ode to the Kuntai Isan (northern Thailand), north of Surin. ...they love to eat "bla" (fish)... Another sentiment expressed in the lyrics is that "It doesn't matter what part of the country they live in...they're still Thai..." It's _not_ a love story. It's mainly a song describing how nice the people of the Isan are. "All of them belong to one country, and they love each other..." Tohny does recognize the singer -- he's an "old guy...famous from the 1960s..." He has this singer on an LP at home, but he doesn't remember the man's name. If he finds out who it is, he'll let me know.
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Australian boy, 14, held on Bali drugs charge

Australia is trying to secure the return of a 14-year-old boy arrested in Indonesia for alleged marijuana possession, the Australian foreign minister has said.
The boy has been held at Denpasar police headquarters in Bali since he was arrested on Tuesday accused of buying a small quantity of marijuana from a man on Kuta beach.
His lawyer, Muhammad Rifan, said he faced a maximum sentence of six years in an adult prison if convicted of possessing 7g of marijuana, which under Indonesian law is treated the same as heroin or cocaine.
Kevin Rudd, the Australian foreign minister, said he had sent Australia's ambassador to Denpasar. "I've indicated to him that his number one priority in the immediate period ahead is how we support this young boy and his family and do everything we can to obtain his early return to Australia," Rudd told reporters in Sydney.
The boy, from Morrisset Park north of Sydney, was on holiday with his parents when he was arrested.
Rifan said Julian McMahon, an Australian lawyer representing two Australians on death row in Bali for smuggling heroin in 2005, said the boy might only get a few months' jail or avoid prison if he could prove he had a drug problem for which he had received counselling. Australian media have reported the boy is the youngest Australian to be arrested under Indonesia's tough drug laws.
The Sydney Morning Herald reported that the boy told police he bought the marijuana because he felt sorry for the alleged dealer who said he had not eaten for a day.
McMahon said most foreigners were arrested in these circumstances when they bought drugs from police informants.
Indonesia has some of the world's strictest drug laws and people convicted of smuggling or possessing drugs can be executed by firing squad. More than 140 prisoners are on death row in Indonesia, including more than 50 foreigners.
@'The Guardian'

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"Eurydice in a Used Car Lot. Margaret Travis paused in the empty foyer of the cinema, looking at the photographs in the display frames. In the dim light beyond the curtains she saw the dark-suited figure of Captain Webster, the muffled velvet veiling his handsome eyes. The last few weeks had been a nightmare - Webster with his long-range camera and obscene questions. He seemed to take a certain sardonic pleasure in compiling this one-man Kinsey Report on her . . . positions, planes, where and when Travis placed his hands on her body - why didn’t he ask Catherine Austin? As for wanting to magnify the photographs and paste them up on enormous billboards, ostensibly to save her from Travis . . . She glanced at the stills in the display frames, of this elegant and poetic film in which Cocteau had brought together all the myths of his own journey of return. On an impulse, to annoy Webster, she stepped through the side exit and walked past a small yard of cars with numbered windshields. Perhaps she would make her descent here. Eurydice in a used car lot?"
J.G. Ballard, Chapter One: 'The Atrocity Exhibition', The Atrocity Exhibition (1970).
An excerpt from Outpost 13's adaptation of JG Ballard's The Atrocity Exhibition. Uploaded with permission from the filmmakers. More information at ballardian.com/outpost-13-atrocity-exhibition.
Presenting ‘Outpost 13: The Atrocity Exhibition’, a video directed by Mark C and produced by Outpost 13: Stuart Argabright, Mark C and Kent Heine. The full 35-minute film is based on J.G. Ballard’s The Atrocity Exhibition, and is part of a performance piece that debuted in Porto, Portugal at the Serralves Museum of Contemporary Art, with o13 performing the soundtrack live.
Narration from Ballard’s text by David Silver with Jen Jaffe and Esther Ahn. Images by Robert Longo, Adrienne Altenhaus and others.
Outpost 13:
Mark C: guitar, synthesizers, vocals
Stuart Argabright: synthesizers, laptop, vocals
Kent Heine: bass
"The Concentration City. In the night air they passed the shells of concrete towers, blockhouses half buried in rubble, giant conduits filled with tyres, overhead causeways crossing broken roads. Travis followed the bomber pilot and the young woman along the faded gravel. They walked across the foundation of a guard-house into the weapons range. The concrete aisles stretched into the darkness across the airfield. In the suburbs of Hell Travis walked in the flaring light of the petrochemical plants. The ruins of abandoned cinemas stood at the street corners, faded billboards facing them across the empty streets. In a waste lot of wrecked cars he found the burnt body of the white Pontiac. He wandered through the deserted suburbs. The crashed bombers lay under the trees, grass growing through their wings. The bomber pilot helped the young woman into one of the cockpits. Travis began to mark out a circle on the concrete target area."
J.G. Ballard, Chapter One: 'The Atrocity Exhibition', The Atrocity Exhibition (1970).
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