Sunday Soul – Black Light Bourgeoisie – November 20th 2011

cake is not enough…

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8 Comments

  1. Sunshine:

    Sunday Soul is live now.
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  2. Sunshine:

    oh my stars, i love you so… thank you for listening. Good night.

  3. Sunshine:

    I’ve got a lot to say about the middle class. In the United States for the better part of the 20th century it was a sociological phenomena that the majority of Americans considered themselves to be middle class. In fact the emergence of an upwardly mobile labor class made the USA a unique and relevant force in the world. In other places, and for thousands of years, you were born into your social and economic class or trade and that was the end of that. Born into filth or born into wealth, and God made you that way and so you were destined to stay. Education was only an option for the wealthy, or for those fortunate enough to be admitted into a monastery where one’s education was undertaken by the church, and you either came out a priest, or a tutor, or a servant. There was simply no hope at all of rising. Your lot in life was the luck of the draw. But the beacon of America was such because it was an exception to this. In the United States there was no King or Queen, and anyone could simply work hard, earn money, and then profit from their profits and establish themselves in the world. Of course it didn’t make you “one of us.” But in the first hundred years of American life this was something to be admired. To be “one of us” was a bad thing, and so no one admitted their poverty, nor their wealth or good fortune. We huddled together as closely as possible and claimed the caste of “middle class” and never talked about money (unless it was owed to us,) property (unless you were on ours and we wanted you off,) or politics.

    Prior to this – say, from medieval times to the 18th century – because of the god-given position of wealth, royalty, blood, and ownership – the expression “bourgeois” was reserved for people who managed to secure property, propriety, or finances which were earned or granted by some one-in-a-million stroke of luck or good fortune. This class of people, world wide, was perceived as a threat to the upper classes, and despite the best efforts of the bourgeois to adorn themselves with jewels, vacation at all the right places, and speak with the tongues of kings the expression was a dirty word and like “new money” or “yuppies” they became pariahs in the world. The poor detested them for their good fortune and pretense, and the rich despised them for their threat to good manners, and all that they had accomplished – whereas the upper classes had done little or nothing at all to afford such privilege.

    We live, again, in times of great rift between rich and poor. Those who have, have. Those who do not, do not. The era of living on credit is over, and the profiteers have decided that if you want to buy yourself a $65,000 watch, not only do you deserve precisely what you get, but that you’d better start calling it a “time piece” or a “chronograph” if you want anyone to take you seriously. Apart from that, you’re on your own. And yet we are so completely socially divided, separated, and alone that the possibility of gathering, knowing, seeing, learning and growing together is more or less out of the question. We work 40 – 80 hours a week for decent salaries, insurance, and retirement (if we’re lucky) and somehow it’s never enough money. We burn through our paychecks and barely manage to meet the bare minimums. We only want a “humble” life where we are secure, and we can afford to visit the doctor, take a vacation, eat out a few times a week, and have whatever little thing catches our eye. It’s “normal” and yet our time is stolen by our employers, our style and manner is determined by corporate culture, and in the end we are logged into an internet in order to seek what our heart’s truly ache for – community – in whatever is left of our time. I believe that this is what Jim Morrison meant when he said “You’re all slaves!” Only he was much too drunk to realize that he was a slave as well.

    Studio 54 was a discotheque in New York City. Opened as the flagship of a string of steak houses turned dance bars in the middle 1970’s by Steve Rubell and Ian Schrager. What Rubell and Schrager noticed at the time was that people, the actual people of NYC, were going out at night and dancing to what was at first called “uptempo latin jazz,” but was inevitably renamed “disco.” They got the idea that they could take their previous experience with the working classes of the boroughs of New York and create a night club that everyone wanted to go to, but only the beautiful, the wealthy, and the wonderful could actually get into. Despite the parallel of the Paradise Garage and the Loft which were packing in the people, all about the music, and intended to transcend the social boundaries of gay, straight, male, female, black, white, asian, and latin, Studio 54 was purposefully intended to exclude, to except, and to elevate the people allowed entry into an elite world of the bourgeois. Only this time to be bourgeois was a beautiful thing. And lucky, lucky you if you were included.

    As the 70’s ended, and disco died it’s commercial death, Studio 54 did not close her doors. Rather, the club shifted its focus and was filled with what the staff called “Eurotrash.” Since the mainstream of New York City life was no longer interested in powder blue polyester suits and discotheques, the crowd outside the club transformed into debutants, exiled Ukrainian princes, and well bred young men and women who felt it was still socially acceptable to gather and feel elite. The 1980’s were a time of great mobility. As a backlash of sorts to “the people” of the 60’s and 70’s young men and women took it upon themselves to move up socially. The term “yuppie” means simply young upwardly mobile urban professional and that means a twentysomething who worked on Wall Street in a brokerage firm who was not only looking for clients and contacts, but also hoping to feel that all this work and wealth might pay off sexually, socially, and personally. So the idea of “getting together to feel the vibe” was long gone, and this was all about your expensive time piece, and who you knew. Very bourgeois indeed.

    Curiously enough some of the best dance music ever produced was recorded after disco died. Despite the socioeconomic revenge of the yuppies, and the steep down turn in society’s collective wealth and quality of life, the need to dance, to express ourselves, to gather, to be together simply left the public consciousness and grew underground with a passion and a force which would slam the doors of Studio 54 shut forever, and grow like a cosmic supernova behind the closed doors of the Paradise Garage, the Loft, and anywhere and everywhere it was allowed to happen from New York City through the Warehouse in Chicago, to the Trocadero and the Stud in San Francisco. We would rise up into the mainstream vicariously through the likes of Ten City, Marshall Jefferson, Gwen Guthrie, Cece Peniston, Robin S, Murk, Larry Heard and more, until Europe got a hold of what we were doing,made it their own, and then sold it all back to America in the form of “Rave” and, true to form, we were sold out all over again. But the power and the love of gathering, getting together and getting down has never truly been an activity of the mainstream, and is anything but bourgeois. We are a cross section of all people, from all cultures, from all creeds, colors, preferences, and faith. We transcend the desire for money, status, prestige, and notoriety. We set ourselves free every chance we get from the programming and brainwashing of this world. We are “the people” and we love each other, was want to dance, and celebrate, and let the world and all her twisting criticisms, all her negativity, all her bad news, all her capitalist hatred, and all of her shame simply go into the mists of the smoke machine until we are beautifully, radiantly and absolutely free.

    So turn out the lights, put on your sunglasses, and meet me on the dance floor.

    Here is the track listing for Sunday Soul – Blacklight Bourgeoisie:

    1. Sunday Soul – Program ID
    2. Fall Down – Sunshine Jones
    * introduction
    3. Elektro Donkey – Dennis Jr.
    4. Dare – An-2
    5. The Duke – Eve White
    * aren’t we all?
    6. Faith – Revolve & Adjust
    7. Axis – Gritt
    8. You Gonna Make Me Love Somebody Else – The Jones Girls
    9. Tuch Me – SS Detroit Dub Mix – Fonda Rae
    * you know how to love me
    10. Hypnotized – Dubtribe Sound System Open Heart Dub Edit – Mateo & Matos
    11. Gypsy Wondering – Conan Liquid Ignition Mix – The Pipesmokers
    12. The way – Funky Green Dogs from Outer Space
    13. How Deep Is Your Love? – A Trak Dub aka Dub For Mehdi – The Rapture
    14. Outta Limits – Shelter Mix – Mission Control
    15. High Up – Murk Mix – Funky Green Dogs from Outer Space
    16. Failing To Get Under – Edit – Various Artists
    17. Glazed Dog – Edit – Various Artists
    18. Discofobia – Rayko Drunken Money Edit – Various Artists
    19. I Got Your Number – Rayko Dragon Soul Edit – Various Artists
    20. Slave To You – Francois Dubois Edit – Hot Toddy
    21. A Little Bit Of Jazz – Shep Pettibone MasterMix – Nick Straker Band
    22. Rainbow Road – The Revenge Strings Of Fife Mix – Tornado Wallace
    23. Remember The Good Things – Lanark Remix – Milosh
    24. Berlin Sunrise – Lee Jones Remix – Fink
    25. Out Here – Forgiveness Dub – Sunshine Jones
    * Out Here
    26. To Get Her – Daniel A Sollscher
    27. Who You Are – Junior Boys Remix – Zwicker
    28. Circuit – Aeroplane Remix – David Rubato
    * Blacklight Boureoisie
    29. Neu Chicago – Rockmaster Rus B Instrumental Edit – Clive Tanaka y su orquesta
    30. Tomorrow – Jono McCleery
    31. Another Green World – The Blue Realm remix – Brian Eno
    32. High Commissioner – Love Distance
    33. Breakdown – Miguel Migs
    34. The Stars – Ain’t No Dub – The Groovers
    * occupy this
    35. Love So Deep – Instrumental – Tony Lee
    36. Life Is Something Special – Special Edition – Peech Boys
    37. Turn the Music Up – The Players Association
    38. You’ll Never Know – Dean ‘Sunshine’ Smith
    39. Sangue de Beirona – Francois K Radio Mix – Cesaria Evora
    40. Disco Touchdown – DrDunks Remix – Name In Lights
    41. Let It Flow – True Love dub – DEAN SUNSHINE SMITH
    42. Sunday Lover – Sunshine Jones Re Edit – John Walker
    43. Do It To The Music – Greg Wilson Edit – Raw SIlk
    44. Badabing – diskJokke Remix – Martin Brodin
    45. In Your Soul – Trans Mix – Mission Control
    46. Never Too Much – Luther Vandross
    47. I’ve Had Enough – Earth Wind & Fire
    48. Shake Your Body (Down To The Ground) – The Jacksons
    49. Feel It All Around – Washed Out
    50. Fall Down – Extended Version – Sunshine Jones
    51. Sunday Soul – Program ID
    52. Belfast – Orbital
    53. Sunday Soul – Program ID

    Total Running Time: 04 Hours 29 Minutes 08 Seconds
    * Performed Live

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    Love,
    Sunshine

  4. Anthony Silva:

    Loved it!

  5. Melanie:

    Felt so comfortable, just like home. Thank you, Sunshine. ♥

  6. Jude O'm:

    Thanks homie!!

  7. Wemily:

    there is never a sunday that i don’t think about sunday soul…..sunday soul has saved my mind and my soul in more ways than one. i’m forever grateful….

  8. Arlena Arteaga Kelly:

    So well written.