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DJ setlist, Pianos, January 27th, 2010.

Here's my Wednesday evening set from two weeks ago, starting pretty heavy on the soul/bluebeat/ska/funk, and branching into more classic hip-hop and block party tunes as it goes... Been picking up lots more reissues lately, and trying to push myself a little harder to play less of my standby tracks / play familiar things in a different order. So, there's still plenty of faves, but not as I'd normally use 'em... Good to aim a bit out of the comfort zone once in a while.

Rico- Sea Cruise
King Curtis- Sing A Simple Song
The Paragons- On The Beach
Eric Morris- If I Didn't Love You
Alton Ellis & The Flames- Girl, I've Got A Date
Ike Turner & The Kings Of Rhythm- Getting Nasty
Tim Armstrong- Hold On
The Watts 103rd St. Rhythm Band- Watts Happening
The Harry J Allstars- UFO
Eric Donaldson- Cherry Oh Baby
The Selecter- s/t
Don Covay- Sookie Sookie
Roger & The Gypsies- Pass The Hatchet
The Houseguests- What So Never The Dance (pts 1 & 2)
Sly & The Family Stone- Trip To Your Heart
The New Birth- Got To Get A Knut
The Temptations- Psychedelic Shack
Stevie Wonder- We Can Work It Out
Tony Alvoin & The Belairs- Sexy Coffee Pot
The Impressions- Check Out Your Mind
Al Green- Love Ritual
Little Jr Jesse And His Teardrops & The Tears- Funky Stuff
The Golden Toadstools- Silly Savage
The Fabulous Counts- Dirty Red
Ramsey Lewis- Do What You Wanna (Mr. Scruff mix)
DJ Shadow- The Number Song (Cut Chemist mix)
Main Source- Fakin' The Funk
Nice & Smooth- Hip-Hop Junkies
De La Soul- Ring Ring Ring (Ha Ha Hey)
Artifacts- Whayback
Apache- Gangsta Bitch*
Stevie Wonder- You Haven't Done Nothin'
6ix- I'm Just Like You
Shuggie Otis- Aht Ah My Head
The Clash- Return To Brixton
EPMD- You're A Customer
Charles Wright & The Watts 103rd St. Rhythm Band- Express Yourself (alt version)
Eric B & Rakim- Eric B Is President
The Emotions- Blind Alley
Gang Starr- Check The Technique
Big Daddy Kane- Ain't No Half Steppin'
The Unspoken Heard- Soon Come
A Tribe Called Quest- We Can Get Down
Public Enemy- Shut 'Em Down (Pete Rock Mixx)
Mary J. Blige- Family Affair
Norma & The Heartaches- Hot Pants Dance
De La Soul (feat. Mos Def)- Big Brother Beat
James Brown- Blind Man Can See It
Lord Finesse- Funky Technician
Das EFX- They Want EFX
The Willard Posey Reunion- Cissy Strut'n American Woman
Cymande- The Mesage
Pete Rock & CL Smooth- Straighten It Out
The Gaturs- Cold Bear
Dandy Livingstone & Rico- A Message To You Rudy
87th Off Broadway- Can't Get Enough
Rob Base & DJ EZ Rock- Keep It Going Now
Nas- Made You Look
Mickey & The Soul Generation- Soulful Sickness
The Pharcyde- Runnin'
Otis Redding- Hard To Handle
Booker T. & The MG's- Hip Hug-Her
The 20th Century Steel Drum Band- Heaven & Hell Is On Earth
Earth, Wind & Fire- Brazilian Rhyme
Babe Ruth- The Mexican
Eric B & Rakim- Know The Ledge
James Brown- Get Up, Get Into It, Get Involved
Lords Of The Underground- Chief Rocka
Gang Starr (feat. Nice & Smooth)- DWYCK
EPMD- The Crossover
KRS-ONE- Sound Of The Police
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo- Ill Street Blues
Freddie Scott- (You) Got What I Need
De La Soul- Itsoweezee
Jimmy Cliff- The Harder They Come
Pete Rock & CL Smooth- T.R.O.Y.
The Harry J Allstars- Je T'aime
The Watts 103rd Street Rhythm Band- Yellow Submarine
Young-Holt Unlimited- Soulful Strut

*R.I.P. Apache, December 26, 1964 - January 22, 2010

Wrapped up with a 1-2-3 punch of ska-funk-soul-strumentals... That "Yellow Submarine" is SICK. From the self-titles Watts 103rd album. Well worth seeking out.

Gig announcements and more fun constantly posted at my professional twitter... For info on the home of my weekly Wednesday sets, see the Pianos Website.

[this post crossposted at musicwrite.blogspot.com]

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