MEGA 008
| King Django : Single Thread | Release Date |
| MEGA 008 : CD | September 2003 |
| If you haven't noticed a pattern yet here at Megalith Records, it is that we continue to work with artists and musicians that have been a driving force in the ska scene for many years now. King Django has been doing the ska since the early 80's and continues to release a wealth of excellent tunes with a wide variety of bands. Besides singing and playing he is also a prolific producer for many of the East Coast bands such as our very own Westbound Train and even performed some recording duties on the Mr. T-Bone release. Not to mention recording for some of our other acts such as Hub City Stompers, Bigger Thomas and Bomb Town. |
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| If you are new to his sound, this release is the best way to hear all that he can do, from the straight up ska, to the experimental reggae and dub, to styles all his own. If you have heard him before then you will be glad to know that most of this material is currently out of print and there are even some new mixes on some of the tunes, including 'Reason' and 'Hepcat Season'. After hearing this album you'll want to track down every release these tunes came from! This compilation contains tracks from Skinnerbox, The Stubborn All-Stars, Roots & Culture and King Django solo material. |
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| Track List 1. Does He Love You 2. Rise to Find You 3. No Mas Errores 4. A Single Thread 5. Take Your Chances 6. You Knock The Wind Out Of Me 7. Lifeboat 8. Tired Of Struggling 9. Move Like Ya Gone 10. Precipice |
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| 11. Shtiklakh 12. Love Ain't Weak 13. Open Season 14. LKO (New Mix) 15. Nex Finga 16. Reason 2003 17. Steal My Thunder 18. Hepcat Season (Japanese Version City Mix) 19. Voodoo Altar 20. Thirsty |
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| Line Up King Django: Vocals, Trombone, Harmonica, Melodica, Percussion, Keyboards Drums: Eddie Ocampo, Michael McDermott, James Blanck, Johnnathan McCain, Ivan Katz, David Alfaro, Eric Gut, Benjamin Herson Bass: Victor Rice, Noah Shachtman, Pierre Romain, Manucel Butta, Matt Malles, Anna Milat-Meyer, Matthias Tobler, Dan Jesselsohn, Rob Jost Guitar: "Agent" Jay Nugent, Dave Hahn, Euli Esaá Mendez, Luc Montini, Shane Gooding Keyboards: Brandt Abner, Victor Ruggiero, Taggio Castillo, Marcos Viloria, Guyora Kats, Simon Hänggi Saxophone: El Husey, Elinés Raymond, Dr. Faustus Trumpet: Danny Dulin, Jason Glaser, Rolf Langsjoen Trombone: Dave Nelson, Emerson Rodriguez |
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Very special thanks to all of the bands and musicians over the years who have made this possible: |
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| Liner Notes It doesn't seem as long ago as it was, sitting on the steps of the Ortiz Funeral home on that hot sticky night on 2nd Ave. "Hey, what's going on?" I look up from my 40oz. Who is this guy? I know him, his reputation precedes him, good and bad. It's this guy Jeff Baker. The guys in my old band loved this guy. I've already played one of his songs, "Permanent Holiday," in a band I was in.. I think we were learning "You Knock the Wind Out of Me" when the band broke up. So his band now is Skinnerbox. They play Skatalites one day and funk the next. His old band was the mid 80's ska-rulers, the Boilers. But who IS this guy? |
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| From the first I could definitely say that he was searching--for a place, a name, a persona--one he found in Django, someone who could be an icon, just like the ones that Jeff followed, from Jamaican heroes like Prince Buster, "Scratch" Perry, Desmond Dekker, to rock legends like Jethro Tull, Dr.John, Jim Morrison. Guys who took chances, who would insult you and uplift you in the same breath. "Take your chances, make your choice, choose your weapon, use your voice!" | |
| Django! As much as he is the chatter who asks any sucker to TRY and take him on the mic, he is as much the ska self-help guru who'd write "Pick yourself up when the world puts you down, tackle your problems and turn them around." He is the ska everyman, or every-"boy" as that case may be. "I gotta put myself into action, cuz I'm so tired of strugglin'" I remember these days, early days, sitting around thinking about all the guys in the neighborhood bands that WE'D wanna be in a band with. That was the Stubborn All-Stars. Music WE'D like, no bull-shitting, no half-stepping. This was my life around Jeff, going forward without worry if we were doing the right thing or if anybody would like it. We would like it! That was right. That was before "old" was cool. |
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| Who's to tell you what the rules are? The boundaries? What you can do, what you can't? What was Skinnerbox if not that? If not the most stylishly unpredictable band, the weirdest band full of the most volatile personalities and best musicians you could ever hope to combine. If anything, Jeff's a great catalyst, a combiner of elements. Who else but him and the myriad musicians that comprised Skinnerbox over the years could cruise seamlessly from old ska and dubby reggae to moshed up punk or hard psychedelic funk in the blink of a dilated pupil--and then mix'em all up if you wanted? Who are these guys? Crazy. "Move Like Ya Gone!" Those were some gone cats. And then, after so many years of ambiguous morphing existence, they WERE gone. | |
| And then Version City: trying all new things. DUB, RECORDING, MIXING, the mysteries of the universe unraveling. Sitting up all night, drinking, smoking, playing. Mixing dubs live for each other...to cassette. A non-stop party--creating, experimenting. Before gigs, after, whenever! Whoever! And Django was the host. He bought the equipment with the money he made off Rancid gigs (they asked for the only reggae-punk trombone player in NYC). Yes, this is my friend, these are my friends, all of us buried in a rat infested basement, all hours. "No Pissing In Bottles" tacked up on cardboard over the pile of bottles, somewhere to the left of the hole which gurgled alternately sewer water and soap. But the records that came out of that moment were all beauty, setting a new high mark for us. Something to compete with and something to try to out do: each other. | |
| Jeff, Django, now they had morphed, they were one--the man of many faces, Gangsta, Rude Boy, Hippie-Mystic in the park with nothing but a pair of drawers and his trombone. The man of many tongues, what is he singing? Spanish, French, German, Patois, New York--and beyond words, the lyrical melodies, "Lifeboat"...come to my rescue... What did he used to say in the Stubborn days? "We're out there every day trying to save each other's lives..." | |
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It's been ten years or more since the Ortiz Funeral home and what's come of it? Records and records, over 40 musicians. Believe me, 20 tracks don't even begin to touch it. And are we rich? Not in dollars. Are we tired of struggling? Are we even more that than back then? When half-baked bullshit is still the flavor of the week and pretty boys and pretty girls still fly up the charts? And we ask, "Well who is THAT GUY?!" The one with all the glitters and lights around him? Is he bigger? Stronger? Smarter? Richer? Better looking? Maybe... Liner notes by Victor Ruggiero |
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| All songs written by King Django except: (3) by Manuel Butta, Euli Esaa Mendez and Manucel Butta (7) by King Django and Dunia Best (10) by King Django and Scrucialists Produced by King Django |
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| All art layout and design by Jeremy Patton © 2003 www.megalithrecords.com Megalith Records POB 352 Cedar Grove, NJ 07009 |
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Thanks to Django for keepin' with the ska after all these years! Big Up! www.kingdjango.com www.versioncity.com www.stubbornrecords.com |
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Lyrics Is he big? Bigger than me? And does he love you? Is he smart? Smarter than me? Does he love you? :: Rise to Find You :: The moon in the sky lights up your eyes like the backdrop of heaven The sun greets the dawn to find me thinking about your treasures I've got a yearning in my heart and a hole in my soul over you :: Take Your Chances :: Every time you hate, it's a chance to love Every chance to fight is a chance to make a friend So take your chances, make your choice :: Tired of Struggling :: I've got to drag myself into action but I'm so tired of struggling Wake up in the morning alone in my bed But I've got to drag myself into action 'cause I'm so tired of struggling Late in the evening after walking home But I've got to drag myself into action 'cause I'm so tired of struggling :: A Single Thread :: A single thread, a very fine line Oh don't we weave a splendid tapestry A braided rope, though thick and strong A lady sits and weeps for her man When she thinks about her husband's smile :: Move Like Ya Gone :: Move like ya gone, move like ya gone I would take you with me or I would follow where you lead So move like a one, move like a one :: Precipice :: Always got to tell me You've got to jump over the precipice, And if you're always going to tell me You've got to jump over the precipice, |
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