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DJ setlist (partial), bar 151, February 1st, 2010

Here's the rundown of my set at 151 from a couple weeks ago... Or at least the first couple hours thereof. It was a slow night, and I decided to kick things off with a lot of stomping-skanking-honking grooves. Stuck in that vein 'til midnight or so, then transitioned to a funk/soul blend; cueing tracks back and forth between a few compilations, trying to get familiar with some reissues I'd recently acquired (and I stopped keeping a record of what I was playing at that point).

So. A set of ska/garage/r&b/soul titles for your perusal:

The Wailers- Tall Cool One
Baba Brooks & His Band- One Eyed Giant
Prince Buster- 7 Wonders Of The World
Shane Kai Ray- Jungle Talk
Calvin Cool- El Telecote
The Savoys- Slappin' Rods & Leaky Oil
The Four Sounds- Mama Ubangi Bangi
Baby Huey & The Babysitters- Monkey Man
The Maytals- Monkey Man
The Shardells- Black Crack
The Tennors- Ride The Donkey
Skip Cole- Do The Whip
Prince Buster- Madness
Clarence & Calvin- Rooster Knees And Rice
Richard Berry- The Mess Around
The Rulers- Wrong 'Em Boyo
The Kinks- The World Keeps Going Round
The Harry J Allstars- The Dog
? & The Mysterians- Up Side
The Untamed- I'm Going Out Tonight
Ramsey Lewis Trio- High Heel Sneakers
Booker T. & The MG's- Hip Hug-Her
The Skatalites- Garden Of Love
The Third Bardo- I'm Five Years Ahead Of My Time
The Creation- Ostrich Man (miscue)
The Music Machine- Talk Talk
Thee Midnighters- Thee Midnight Feeling
The Wailers- Seattle
The Aztecs- Damelo Baby
Charles Wright & The Watts 103rd St. Rhythm Band- Brothers & Sisters
The Mighty Hannibal- Somebody In The World For You
Ernie & The Top Notes Inc.- Dap Walk



Anyhow. I spin at 151 every Monday, 10pm->last call, it's on Rivington & Suffolk in the Lower East Side. Nice spot, laid back, dark, funky, and I can just drop in and spin whatever I'm in the mood for. Some nights it's heavy funk, sometimes old-school hip-hop, often more of a rock and punk edge than my gigs in other venues... It's a good chill way to spend a school night. And as ever, gig announcements and more fun can be found thru my professional twitter.

[this post crossposted at musicwrite.blogspot.com]
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