#lite funk

[randomvarious]

The Power of Seven - "Mockingbird" The Sheffield Pop Experience Song released in 1992. Compilation released in 1996. Funk / Pop

Good morning 🌅. I usually really don't go for this late 80s-early 90s lite department store funk kinda sound, but I really just can't help myself with what the very short-lived all-female vocal septet of The Power of Seven cooked up with "Mockingbird," a song first made famous by the brother-sister duo of Inez and Charlie Foxx in the early 60s, and then made famous again by Carly Simon and James Taylor in the mid-70s. This tune's definitely chipper to the point of being aged gouda, but if you ever wanted something to accompany you while you tried on some Keds, this kinda feels like the epitome of that whole vibe 😅.

[wavecipher]

Nostalgic times

[spilladabalia]

Deee-Lite - Good Beat

[saint-vhs]

PRISM LITE - IN LOVE

[byler-alarmist]

dig

[japanesecds]

The Chi-Lites - A Letter To Myself / A Lonely Man

Released: 1976 Japan

[cainite-bite]

my problem with the gith in bg3 is they really just don't look ugly enough. I need them more gangly, weird, and alien

[c-40]

A-T-4 091 Lite Year Heartbreaker

If you own a Sugar Hill record or Bob Marley’s Legend collection or Little Creatures by The Talking Heads you may not have noticed but if you look Eric E.T. Thorngren’s will be credited somewhere. Thorngren sadly passed away on Wednesday, the same day as Steve Albini, his contribution to music engineering, mixing, and production is arguably as influential as Albini but Eric E.T. Thorngren’s death has attracted far less attention. Of course Albini continued to tour and release records and that means doing interviews, on top of that to say Albini was outspoken is an understatement. Thorngren was a studio guy considered too boring for the general public, only serious music journals sought him out for interviews, Of course this is nonsense Eric E.T. Thorngren was really cool

Still in his teens New Yorker Thorngren’s first band was Eric and the Chessmen in the 1960s

“Thorngren founded a band named Bulldog with two former members of blue‑eyed soul group the Rascals — guitar player Gene Cornish and drummer Dino Danelli — in 1972, and it was the recording of a couple of albums with this outfit that sparked his interest in engineering.

After the Bulldogs, it looks like Thorngren worked as a session musician, he contributed guitar and songs to a handful of released put out by RCA in the mid to late 1970s including Take Me To Baltimore by Ruth Copeland which was arranged by Patrick Adams, and the disco album Moving Along by Australian artist Renee Geyer which was produced by Frank Wilson, both albums have some great players on them

“"When I was in the studio, I noticed that the sanest guy was usually the engineer,” he remarks. "At that point, I thought I'd like to get in with the same crew and use my fingers to dabble in not only my own career, but other people's, too.” ”

https://www.soundonsound.com/techniques/classic-tracks-talking-heads-road-nowhere

“I knew a guy who was working at a record company in New Jersey, called All Platinum Records. He hated engineering and wanted to be a folk singer. I said, “When you quit, would you call me up and tell me?” I was living on 81st and First Avenue in Manhattan. I got a call from him. “I just quit.” I called them up and I talked to Joe Robinson. I said, “I understand you need an engineer.” He goes, “Yeah, could you work tonight?” I took a bus to the subway and a bus across the George Washington Bridge; it took me an hour and a half to go 12 miles. I got there, I got the job, and I started working there. Sylvia Robinson and Joe Robinson owned the place. Sylvia had been in Mickey & Sylvia, with the song “Love is Strange.” Soon after I arrived, they changed the name, All Platinum Records, to Sugar Hill Records, which is a neighborhood in Harlem. When I first got there, there was a guy doing some recording and playing back on the console. On every channel, the bass was turned full blast. He had it at 100 Hz and they were all wide-open. They certainly needed an engineer to work there that time. They were happy to have me in there doing anything I wanted to do in the studio. They gave me the keys, and I would go in there and experiment.

“I recorded the first record scratching on [Grandmaster Flash & The Furious Five’s “The Adventures of] Grandmaster Flash on the Wheels of Steel.” I learned about beauty from the Crash Crew. We cut a song for them, with horns and the whole full production. They came into the studio, and they said, “Shut that off.” I said, “Really? Okay.” Then they said, “And shut that off.” They’re muting all these tracks, and it comes down to be this simple thing that was just earthy. I was like, “Wow!” The fact that they shut off a bunch of overdubs really opened my eyes to being able to mute tracks.”

https://tapeop.com/interviews/153/eric-et-thorngren/

Much of Thorngren’s career involved the phenomenon of one amazing thing leading to another. While in the process of helping Chris Difford and Glenn Tilbrook mix their lone album as a duo in 1984, their manager introduced Thorngren to Chris Blackwell of Island Records. In turn, Blackwell offered Thorngren the opportunity to select and mix the tracks for the unforgettable Bob Marley and the Wailers compilation, Legend. While working on that project at Compass Point Studios in the Bahamas, Thorngren met Chris Frantz and Tina Weymouth, who asked him to do a new mix of the soundtrack to Talking Heads’ Stop Making Sense, which in turn led to him being asked to record the band’s next studio album, Little Creatures.

https://qthemusic.com/p/rip-eric-et-thorngren-engineer-producer-remixer-grandmaster-flash-to-squeeze/

So I’ve chosen a rarity from 1984 recorded by Eric E.T. Thorngren. In 1984 he had just finished working with Sugar Hill and was remixing Hope Fell Down for Difford & Tilbrook as mentioned above. This led to mixing Bob Marley and Black Uhuru for Island Talking Heads for Sire and he was also working with Eurythmics on their 1984 soundtrack album. In 1985 he would be nominated for a Grammy Robert Palmer’s Riptide album

[12gahippie]

Such an important song for me.

[doompatus]

THE CHI-LITES

[saint-vhs]

PRISM LITE - WITH YOU

[lonelyroommp3]

right lads i'm requesting your assistance. i am curating my summer playlist for 2024. think Songs Of The Summer past and present, plus deeper cuts that should have been song of the summer but never quite made it. if my spring playlist (see attached) was mainly about cute sunny vibes, guitar-based pop, funk-lite grooves and cute little synths, etc, this is about Summer Of The Club, songs you want to hear booming out of a stranger's car on a 30 degree day, the soundtrack to your pool party, songs that make you think of the last day of school when you were 9 years old, songs that really randomly remind you of a fandom you were intensely obsessed with during study leave for your gcses in 2013, etc etc etc. this is your chance to submit songs, artists, albums etc that should make the cut. i am taking this seriously to a borderline religious degree

[rocksibblingsau]

Oh? Oh????? Don't know if you just trying to throws us off, but if not I actually very interested who else could it be. Funk maybe? Omg do they give Cooper a gun? Cant believe that Cooper kills Billy with a realistic gun, damn

In all seriousness, even if its not the pop trolls doing the invasion, Val and the diner gang being 2000s disneyfied will still live in my head as one of the funniest rocksiblings what-if's

Here's the information I'm willing to share/have shared:

-ALMOST. 2 strings won't make a zombie -[Redacted] didn't mean to, they didn't know -It was not an invasion or World Tour Lite

Disney-fied Diner Gang (has that name stuck?) will live on as the averted dark timeline of rock sibblings

[joelswritingmistress]

Oh Captain, My Captain: Chapter 2

Chapter Summary: You gather your nerves as you wait at the bar to see if Joel and his coworkers will arrive. When they do show, your confidence drops and you realize you never formed a plan. The sight of the captain leaves you speechless.

Joel x f!reader

You knew if you showed up to the bar first it would be less suspicious than if you practically followed "Captain Joel" into the place.

He said he was showering first, you remembered. Showering. Out back. That's what he said. It left your mind wandering down all sorts of avenues you tried to redirect from as you headed down the quiet seaside sidewalk.

Out back? You wondered if that meant an outdoor shower. There were plenty of them attached to the little cottages in the area. You imagined his muscular back, a shade lighter than his tanned arms and water coating sun-kissed skin. It was a hell of a fantasy for being in the man's company for less than an hour. You hadn't even really talked to one another.

Shake it off, you told yourself. It was time to attempt to act like an adult. Year twenty-three made you feel a little caught in between. Sometimes you felt like you had your shit together and other times you fell back into the same old, college-style habits with your friends. It was a fun time but you found yourself in funks here and there in your down time because you weren't quite sure how to make the leap with both feet into adulthood.

The Lamp Post came into view and you tried to put on your game face, leaving the endless thoughts in your head behind - for now. A pair of mermaids, a blond on the left and a redhead on the right topped the bar's name on the fun, little sign that greeted people on the walkway. The place seemed relatively low key as it was tucked away around the corner on a street that dead-ended where the ocean began. From the entrance you could see a pair of kayakers slinking out of the water up a sandy piece of slab.

You took a breath and headed inside, only to be carded immediately as you took a seat at the bar.

"What're you drinking?" The bartender asked.

Your eyes scanned the drinks of the other patrons. Pabst Blue Ribbon. Bud Lite. Miller Lite. Random pints in glasses. A stray martini down the end.

"I'll do the Dogfish draft," you requested, removing your debit card from your purse, "Please."

"You got it. Start a tab?"

"Sure."

When the beer arrived you sipped on it and alternated between glancing out at the ocean, eying the television behind the bartender and scanning the place to see if Joel had snuck in.

As you finished about three quarters of your beer, the door to the establishment whipped open with a chorus of laughter and the three men wandered into the place.

Your heart dropped and any ounce of confidence left your body. You suddenly wondered if it was a bad idea to come here. How weird would you look when the captain of your tourist cruise ship realized you had stalked him to a little dive bar down the road from his work?

Fuck.

When Joel's eyes met yours you realized you were staring and turned your body fully so your legs were tucked beneath the bar.

Smooth. Fucking smooth.

You sipped your beer and felt Joel and the other two guys breeze behind your back as they searched for bar stools. There wasn't an ounce of you that had the self control not to look over your shoulder - and so you did. Joel was the only one who appeared to remember you from the boat ride. He gave you a second look, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips, and settled in two seats away, leaving the one between you empty.

"Three PBRs, please," Joel ordered, pulling out a twenty to cover it.

"I'll get next," the guy beside him offered.

You tried to pretend to keep your attention on the television. The Redsox game was on and you quietly sipped away at the bottom of your beer. You realized you should've had some kind of plan in place, but the second you saw Joel's face you froze.

"You can get her another of whatever she's drinking," you heard his voice say. It prompted you to turn toward him as he slipped the bartender another ten.

Before you could say anything, Joel motioned to the television and nodded toward you. "Sox are winning, huh?"

"Yeah," you said with a nod. "It's a good game."

"Good thing that last guy struck out with the bases loaded."

You were starting to thaw but you still felt frozen. "Yeah. Good thing." You were simply agreeing with whatever he said because you hadn't been paying a lick of attention to the baseball game. Hell, you didn't watch hardly any baseball at all.

Joel chuckled. "The Sox are down five runs." He motioned to the television. "And that last guy hit a homerun."

The bartender slid a beer your way and you exchanged the empty glance with it. "Thanks," you said to him and then raised it in the air to Joel. "Thank you."

"You're welcome."

"You're right I wasn't really paying attention to the game," you confessed. "Just spacing out."

"Mmm.." he smirked again and leaned an elbow on the bar as he reached for his beer. "I'm Joel."

You introduced yourself more formally and added. "Yeah, I think you were.. uh.. the boat captain. I just took a ride."

Joel grinned wider like he knew something you didn't. It was right then that you were certain he was seeing right through you. You weren't very good at playing the game.

"I know," he said with a nod. If called you out on eavesdropping on his conversation and then essentially showing up at the bar he planned to be at you would die. Not that you didn't deserve it. If someone had gone through that trouble with you, you wouldn't know what to think.

"Do you come here often?" You asked him.

Joel nodded. "Weekends after work. Maybe a random stop during the week if it's been a long day." He paused and looked at you more directly. "You come here often?"

When your bottom lip separated from your top one he gave a chuckle, knowing full well the answer was no. You laughed lightly with him.

Joel asked a more genuine question now. One that you could answer. "How long are you in town?"

"We leave next weekend. My parents may take the boat to Block Island or something a few days."

"Mmm." Joel's response had a hint of disapproval and he sipped on his lager again.

"What?" You asked.

"Boat huh? Let me guess, Greenwich, Connecticut here on an extended holiday hopping from one New England island to another."

You made a face. "Is there something wrong with that? And no. We're from Mystic, actually. Not Greenwich."

Joel chuckled again and one of the guys he was with whistled the familiar damning Beethoven tune.

"Thanks for the beer." You rolled your eyes at them and turned your attention back to the ball game.

Joel moved over a seat so you were side-by-side now. "I'm sorry. That was judgmental. I shouldn't have-"

"I get that you probably see snotty, rich people all summer," you cut him off, "And my family might even fit into that box; but I'm not going to sit here and get mocked for it. Why do you think I'm here and not out at some fancy dinner at The Terrace or where ever they all went."

"I think you're here because you heard me talking about it," Joel said point blank. It disarmed you. "And I think you wanted to get away from that stuffy atmosphere you're used to and have a little fun."

You stared back at him, forgetting you were annoyed all of three seconds before that.

He put his beer down and held out a hand. "Let's start over. I'm Joel. I'm a local boat captain in the summers and I drive a plow in the winters. I'll be forty in October and I like long walks on the beach."

You let out a laugh at the last line and kept a smile on your face. Yep, it was hard to stay mad with a delivery like that. "I'm (Y/N). I work at my father's insurance company and I just finished my master's in business. No one knows this but on the side I sell my own paintings and drawings and if I could I would dedicate all of my time to that; and maybe even photography. I just turned twenty-four a few days ago."

He was almost forty. Somehow that made him all the more appealing. You would've guessed thirty-five or so.

"Twenty-four. You got a lot to learn. I'd give anything to go back, though."

"Regrets?"

Joel shook his head. "Just not into the bad back. Gray hair." He lifted the hat off his head and you both smiled.

"You don't have many," you assured him. "And they suit you."

He squinted his eyes, still grinning. "So, when's your curfew?"

You rolled your eyes again and made sure to take an extra long swig from your beer. "I can do what I want."

"So how come no one knows about your love of the arts, then?"

Ouch. He wasn't wrong, but-

"I'm sorry," Joel said. "It's not my business."

"No, you're right." You sighed.

"Was I right about the reason you came to this bar tonight?"

You felt you were rightfully cringeworthy. How could you even lie now? You wanted to, but Joel saw right through you so why try?

"Okay," you said, glancing up at the television again and wishing for some early liquid courage. "Fine, yeah. I heard you guys mention it."

Joel laughed lightly again. "Well, why don't you come join me down at a little clambake over by the light house then. No tourists allowed."

"Just our kind," one of his friends chimed in, obviously listening in on the whole conversation. You couldn't really judge, eavesdropping was the whole reason you were sitting there.

"Slum it, rich girl," the other guy added.

"So, how will I sneak by?" You asked him.

Joel continued to wear a grin. "Let me worry about that." He raised his eyebrows at the same time as his glass. "You in?"

You tapped your glass to his. "I'm in."

"And I promise I'll get you home before you turn into a pumpkin."

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