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09Jun2010
Second Spin: Mike Dunn's The Congregation EPs

This is something I've been wanting to do for a long time.

You can read more about classic House tracks than new ones - it's an old genre now and one that's probably more obsessed with its own history than any this side of Jazz and the Blues.

But what about that area between what's new and what's classic? You know what I'm talking about: tracks that are a little long in the tooth but ain't so old that your mamma knows 'em by heart. You can call this a tribute of sorts, but more than praise I want to talk about some good music that might have passed someone by in the daily deluge of largely mediocre tracks that flood the market.

So without further ado, this is my first second spin, and it's probably gonna be long because I want to talk about 3 EPs released over the course of a year that I don't think got their proper due: Mike Dunn's The Congregation EPs Volumes 1, 2 and 3.

 

The Congregation EPs
Mike Dunn told me back in January 2008 that he had 3 EPs slated for Defected, under the official moniker Mike Dunn presents The MD X-Spress. At this point, all we had heard from him for awhile was his voice - deeper than you remember from Phreaky Muthafuka - on a mix Terry Hunter did for our (now defunct) CD series. (That track, "This Here is House Muzik", was released about 6 to 8 months later on The Congregation EP Vol 1.)

This was right about the time that some of the old guard labels began adapting to the new reality of the recording industry. A fairly prolific label used to release maybe one or two tracks a month. These days, Defected is releasing a new single every week (more if you count their sister labels, which now includes Strictly Rhythm). This is a natural and probably even wise response to the changing marketplace, but it has two nasty side-effects: it makes it impossible for any one person to keep track of even a small portion of new releases, and the rush to shove product out the door makes the music increasingly disposable.

 

The Congregation EP Volume 1
I could have written this about any of the three Congregation EPs individually, but I think the 3 really need to be handled at the same time. These are way, way up on my list of the best releases of 2008 and 2009 and together I think they have a kind of raw power and - increasingly rare for underground House - they're fucking FUN.

Mike had been away from House Music for some years prior to their release. He told me (not in confidence - this was all published in interviews) that he felt a sense of betrayal when he took a stand for his crowd at one of his Chicago residencies, and his crowd turned their backs and returned to the club that was treating them like dirt. Like Tyree and Terry Hunter, he'd always had a foot in Hip-Hop, going a couple of decades. That club experience left a bad taste in his mouth - so he took that other foot out of House.

Mike did a couple of House releases that he described to me as "getting warmed up". The Congregation EPs were the fucking blast off. The track he released on our Miami 2008 sampler, "The Boy Beats on His Drum", is the countdown as far as I'm concerned, and introduces everything to come. The next Mike Dunn Greatest Hits' album needs to start with this. Here's the intro:

 

By the time The Congregation Vol 1 was released, he was back. "This Here is House Muzik" is the type of track that's kind of formed its own niche: long instrumentals allowing for a spoken word piece on the history of House. I get these sort of tracks from time to time in promos - one I can think of off-hand was John 'Julius' Knight and Roland Clark's "This is House" (Soulfuric, 2009), and I can remember another recent track from Loveslap! with the same blueprint. Sometimes they work and more often they don't.

But Mike Dunn was born to make this track. He didn't invent the acapella and he wasn't the first guy to give a narration of just how you should be getting down on his own tracks, but he does it better than anyone. "God Made Me Phunky", "Phreaky MF" and some of the lesser-known Muzique label classics - they were all leading up to this.

 

The Congregation EP Volume 2
This is where shit got real.

I'm a sucker for people who continue to take chances despite being at the top of the heap. Whether it's Gene Hunt bangin' on a windowsill to get some unique and groovy percussion effect, or Bear Who? riffing on an obscure 1980s New Wave tune, "House of Fun" on The Beatbox - the only way this shit is gonna progress is track by track pushing the envelope into terrain that the phony fear to tread.

The main track on Volume 2, "Feel the Muzik", is irresistible. The main riff and melody isn't an organ or freaky FX but a xylophone, and I swear that every time I hear it I picture kids breakdancing (fuck with the pitch a bit and it'd be a hell of a footwork tune). This one builds flawlessly to a break that you didn't see coming, from the big room strings and sudden kick to a pregnant pause while you wait for that xyla riff to come back. Ralphi Rosario and Lego did something like this with their 1998 hit "Take Me Up (Gotta Get Up)", also with a xylophone, but in a totally different way. For one thing, there were like 6 notes total on the xyla in "Gotta Get Up", and it was nowhere near as elaborate:

Mike Dunn: Feel the Muzik (BlackBall Muzik Mixx)

 

I'm sure a seasoned producer's mind breaks this shit down into a thousand pieces when he hears a track like this, to try to figure out how it works. I'm gonna argue here that this track is one of maybe a dozen that cannot, under any circumstances, be improved. It's that tight, man. I mean, you can just hear the evolution - put this side by side with the piano stabs from "God Made Me Phunky" and you can hear it, like a record made by James Brown in 1960 like "Night Train" next to something from the late 1960s like "Cold Sweat" or "Sex Machine". The two tracks on the surface don't have much in common, but they're sisters. It's right there, from the piano keys that bangs against your face to the xylophone hammerin' on your spine.

The only remix I've heard of this is on the same EP, with MD's vocal on top.

Mike Dunn: Feel the Muzik (Mike Dunn's BlackBall Mixx)

 

The Congregation EP Volume 3
There was a strange progression going on with the Congregation EPs. Volume 1 had 6 tracks; Volume 2 featured four. Volume 3 had only 3 tracks total. Nine months elapsed between the release of Volumes 1 and 2; Volume 3 was released officially only two months later, probably to get it out in time for the Winter Music Conference in March.

Mike Dunn: Git Cho House On (Children) (MD BlackBall Main Mixx)

As I said about "This Here is House Muzik", about 100 producers could try a track like this, maybe 5 could pull it off and none would do it better than Mike Dunn.

Volume 3 also featured the first (and only) high profile remixer of the series in the unlikely guise of Chocolate Puma. Does it work? I don't think so. It's one of the strangest things: Chocolate Puma were undoubtedly brought in to draw a trendy audience, but the original is far more energetic. I realize this is a matter of taste, but dropping in all those heavy electro FX, it actually made the track far less catchy - and in the break at 2:30, downright cheesy.

Mike Dunn: Git Cho House On (Children) (Chocolate Puma Remix)

 

The original mix is also a departure from the slick sound of the first two Congregation EPs: those drums are dirtier than anything Mike did in the 2000s and a real callback to the brilliant MD X-Spress classics of the 1990s.

But there's a lot that's different, too. 2008 was not 1994. Back in the 1990s, a producer named Mike Dunn was also a resident DJ named Mike Dunn at the Warehouse on Randolph in Chicago. A lot of those tracks were inspired by that and other places (how could they not be?) and most likely broken by that same DJ in that same club.

You say it's a different world now? Yeah, it is, but you have to wrap your mind around how different it is. These tracks were made in Chicago, released in London and I'm guessing targeted primarily to the much larger European scene than to America (hence the bewildering Chocolate Puma remix). Mike might have sent several boxes of Muzique Records to the UK, and signed a licensing deal to have a record pressed there, and otherwise had it bootlegged for a secondary market but you're talking about a record that was made, at least in part, for a specific room in a specific club in a specific city. I don't think records on this level will ever be made that way again.

 

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posted jun 9 2010 by terry matthew in second spin, mike dunn, defected

 

08Feb2010
When Playa Hating Goes Too Far

this one's for you, buddy

Back in the 1990s, when the Chicago Bulls were a dynasty rather than a laughingstock, I remember overhearing a conversation at a diner between two twenty-something women. Apparently, one of them had bumped into Scottie Pippen at a restaurant and asked him for an autograph. As the guy was sucking down a plateful of pasta, he declined. "And you know what I said to him?" the lady telling the story said. "I said, 'I don't care about yo' autograph anyway. You'll never be Michael Jordan.'"

Welcome to Chicago, where Playa Hating is elevated to an artform that only crusty pimps and musical vagabonds just one week of radioplay away from being Bigger Than Kanye can appreciate.

 

 

Two years ago, I had this crazy idea to put together a tribute story to Armando, one of House Music's most influential figures, probably most famous internationally for his tracks "Land of Confusion", "151" and "100% of Disin' You". Armando was everywhere when I was first getting into electronic music. He was throwing parties on the Southside for a primarily black audience. He was playing at raves for a primarily white audience. He was throwing his own parties at the legendary Northside spot, Medusa's, for an audience that was a little bit of both. He was dumpster diving in back of Trax Records with Paul Johnson for irregular copies of "Move Your Body" to sell at high schools.

 

 

And then this phenomenal talent passed on, at just 26 years of age, and I really don't think Chicago ever really recovered. Following in the footsteps of the movers and shakers of the 1st Wave of Chicago House, many people from the 2nd Wave left town (prompted, of course, for many of the same reasons. And given the level of fame and success many have achieved, it's hard to fault them.)

The music scene became terribly segregated again (not that this had substantially changed, but it seemed that few were even trying anymore).

All of these things might have happened anyway, and who knows - Armando might be living in Amsterdam himself right now, playing to predominantly white-or-green-or-Martian audiences. But it seemed like that center was no longer there, holding things together. To blow the dust off the old cliché, you didn't even realize it was there until it was gone.

 

 

The response to the article was overwhelming. It was reprinted overseas by Faith Fanzine and to this day remains one of our most popular features.

But the really overwhelming part was the openness of the people I interviewed. I fully expected the sort of "He was a great guy, helped my career, great records" sort of resumé responses, and to be sure I got some of those.

But Terry Hunter sat in a hotel talking with me on the phone until my tape batteries died, telling me stories about a near-riot in New York City between himself, Armando, Kenny Dope and Todd Terry.

Mike Dunn bared his soul to recount the last days. I have to tell you, Mike Dunn didn't know me from anyone at that point, but he opened up and trusted me to get it down exactly as he put it.

And listening to the tape again later, I could hear my voice crack as Paul Johnson related this to me:

5 MAGAZINE: Were you around when Armando became sick?

PAUL: Yeah. I'm going to tell you about this. Nobody knows this but one person - DJ Emanuel.

Me and Armando were extremely close when he got sick. But I couldn't handle that. The whole time he was in the hospital - months - everyone was going to see him. He kept saying, "Where's Paul at? Tell Paul to come." I feel so sorry and ashamed, man, but I never went to see him. I couldn't see him. And I was already in a wheelchair myself. See what I'm saying?

I knew he was going to die. I couldn't look at his face because I knew. I knew it'd be the last time I'd see him. I didn't want to remember him that way. I wanted to remember him as the man I'd always known - smiling, laughing, cracking jokes with each other. And that's how I kept it. He was so close to me and trusted me that the 707 that he used to mix with? The reel-to-reels? He left those with me and those were his most prized possessions in the world. With nobody else. I felt pretty good about that, that he felt that good about our friendship, because everybody was his friend by this time.

I just feel bad because I didn't go see my friend. I couldn't see him that way. And I understand why half of my friends never come see me in hospitals. They never come. And I always say, "Why don't you guys come?" They never really give me a straight answer but I get it. I couldn't see him, either. So I finally get it. At his funeral I just sat there and cried, grabbing his arm. Nobody touched me and they let me stay up there. That was my boy...

In the end, with something like 15 hours of interviews, I decided to write myself out of the story entirely and just let Paul, Terry, Farley, Eric Martin, Kevin Starke and others talk. I was aware that I hadn't been able to get in touch with some people who were close to Armando, so I added that I would still be interested in talking to them, but this was something I wanted to get out while I had it and didn't want to delay it for years and years to cover every possible angle. It needed to get out. And I'm glad it did.

 

 

And because this is Chicago, and because this is the music industry, that's when the parasites, hangers-on and outright scum moved in.

One of the first comments I received about the story came via an anonymous, moronic email claiming the people we interviewed "didn't give a fuck about him[,] they want to steal from him", and we should talk to a local figure whose name I'm redacting now because I have no proof he was behind this goofy slander campaign, though I have my suspicions.

The tone was basically like this: "Everyone you interviewed is bullshit, you should really talk to Producer X (who hasn't released a record in like 5 years, and a hit record in about 15), and I'll be glad to set that up for you. He's really great and you should interview him anyway because he's a legend and all of these guys wouldn't be shit without him."

Several emails, probably all from the same source, followed, culminating in a threat to kick my ass. About a year later, we received a drunken voicemail - undoubtedly from the same source as it cites the same individuals - threatening to burn our office down.

All of this over someone who had passed on. Tacky? I'm not sure if grave robbing would be more disrespectful to the dead.

I'm bringing this up now as we just re-posted a classic mix in tribute to Armando, with Eric Martin's annual party featuring Paul Johnson, Eric Martin and DJ Urban scheduled for this coming Thursday. This February 12 would have been Armando's 40th birthday, and every year his friends and fans get together to remember this amazing man and his music.

Possibly, the usual suspects will crawl out of the discarded bag of Cheetos they live in to engage in the usual hatefest, which has never been about Armando and all about their own insecurities.

In their desire to have their picture on the front of a magazine, they'll literally crawl over departed friends and try to assassinate the reputation of a dozen people whose main crime is that they're more successful.

But that's Playa Hating for you, and no town excels in this quite like Sweet Home Chicago.

 


posted feb 8 by terry matthew in new releases, armando gallop, mike dunn, terry hunter, paul johnson
Mike Dunn: The Congregation EP Volume 3

It's been a little more than a year since Mike Dunn [myspace] made his way back after a brief foray producing exclusively hip-hop tracks. The Chicago born-and-raised Dunn has been making up for lost time ever since with an amazing array of tracks without the slightest trace of rust.

The Congregation EP Vol. 3 is his third release on Defected. Like Volumes 1 and 2, it's centered around one truly great track - in this case, "Get Cho House On (Children)". Few producers have their own sound in the same way Mike does, and "Get Cho House On" fits pretty squarely with "God Made Me Phunky", "Freaky Muthafucka" and last year's "This Here is House Music" in the treasury of classic MD tunes. The other tracks ("Deep Down" and "Let The Groove (Drive Yo Phunky Soul)" are good enough to stand on their own as singles, too.

Check out the preview for yourself at defected.com.

Photo: Mike Dunn with Jive Records' Wayne Williams, Chicago 2008.


posted mar 14 by terry matthew in new releases, news, defected, mike dunn

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