Thursday 24 July 2008

Radio on

I do a weekly radio on Ministry of Sound where they let me wibble on and play whatever the hell I like. I tend to play new releases in all genres, esp. electronic. The show I did last night is here.

The tracklist for the show is here:
PART ONE
Maelstrom - Petrichor (Coyote Mix)
Hot 8 Brass Band - Mish Mash (Unforescene Mix) (Tru Thoughts)
Popular Tyre - Febbre del discoTheque (Eat Some Real Recordings)
Mickey Moonlight - Interplanetary Music (Riton Mix) (Ed Banger)
Kraak & Smaak - Plastic People (All Good Funk Alliance Mix) (Jalapeno)
Icasol - Ongou (Idjut Boys Mix) (Claremont 65)
Try To Find Me Vol. 1 - Make Dance (Golf Channel)
MD X-Spress - God Made Me Phunky (Izambad Mix) (Defected)

CHRIS DUCKENFIELD SECRET WEAPONS
Chez Damier - Untitled (KMS)

PART TWO
Moby - I Love To Move In Here (Holy Ghost! Mix) (Mute)
Dolle Jolle - Balearic Incarnations (Todd Terje Mix) (Permanent Vacation)
Beatspoke - Many Such Sun (Blackjoy Mix)
Primal Scream - Uptown (Andy Weatheral Mix) (B-Unique)

CHRIS DUCKENFIELD SECRET WEAPONS
Anneli Drecker - Sexy Love (Royksopp Mix) (EMI Norway)

Osborne - Ruling (King Britt Scuba Mix) (NRK)
Senor Coconut - White Horse (New State)
Sisters of Transistors - The Don (This Is Music)

Wednesday 16 July 2008

Tuesday 8 July 2008

Despatches from the Frontline of Collecting.... (Part 2)

Bumped into Nick The Record the other day, the proprietor of the very fine DJ Friendly record service. Well, I say bumped into, I was actually out in Brighton and so was he. Not surprising since he lives there.

He told me yet another story to warm the cockles of your rarest Preludes. While on a recent record buying trip to the States, while in Philadelphia, he was filling his hire car with bags ready to head to another Secret Squirrel destination sniffing for vinyl. He was gone a mere few minutes to grab more bags from the hotel reception. When he returned, the side window on the car had been smashed and the bags grabbed. Thankfully only a few records were gone, but his laptop was lifted, along with $4,000 in cash hidden in one of the record sleeves.

Obviously gutted, he debated whether to just cut his losses and come back home or continue on into the dark night of the vinyl hunter. Two days later his assistant Kate rang him to say she had received an email from a man in Philly saying he had something valuable and could he call him. He rang the guy and, sure enough, he had found the records abandoned by the side of the road, with the cash intact. Rather than keep it for himself, as would many, he Googled the name on the money envelope (DJ Friendly) and tracked Nick down.

Elated, Nick gave him a generous reward, content in the knowledge that the world is not quite as shitty as he had previously imagined.

Despatches from the Frontline of Collecting.... (Part 1)

Amid the gloom of the credit crunch and falling sales of 12-inch singles come two heart-warming stories from the troops in the frontline. The Maginot Line is now officially just south of Chalfont St Peter, according to a friend, who alighted there one day, popped his head into the local charity shop. No vinyl. “Excuse me, luv, have you got any vinyl out the back?” Indeed they did. A quid a pop. One of the finest hauls we’ve ever heard about in one go.

He called me the minute he got out of the shop, the sweat still palpable down the phone line, heart aflutter, acting like a giddy kipper.








The Paul Gonsalvez alone fetches about £650-800, never mind the vast range of other titles he nabbed from classic British jazz to easy listening, blues and skiffle. He left the classical, which no doubt was worth anther fortune. But by then he was dribbling too much to hold any more records.