Wherever I'm at anywhere in Asia, there's 5 different types of taxi drivers.
1.The silence loving dude
2.The talkative conversationalist
3.The bluetooth talker
4.The sports channel bro
5.The musical chap, listening to weird pop songs in his native
language and singin' along while doin' the finger dance on the
steering wheel.
I'd usually go with number 1. Whenever I ain't got any dope new shit
on my iPod though, I defs prefer number 5! At times I'm even willing to
give my iPod rotation a break to curiously listen to the curiosities
coming out of their taxi tape decks.
Upon my last visit Thailand, I went to check out street markets in
the outskirts of Bangkok to see if I can find some CDs with vintage
Thai pop jams- the garage recording type, with 808 presets, traditional
percussions and screechy vocals. Epic megafail, all the CDs I bought
turned out as total karaoke crap.
Then I stumbled upon this live mix lately via
Lowdjo's blog:
Honestly, parts of it I do find annoying. I have to admit that
it's tough for me to let this thing run without any skipping at all
invlolved. But theres definitely some gems mixed up in there.Wish there
was a tracklisting.
This twisted selection of Thai pop, Pakistani poppywood, North
Korean commie funk, Haitian voodoo drums and Syrian techno made my
neighbor knock on my door like a berserk this morning while I was
taking a shower. Fuck y'all. use earplugs. Often enough did I tolerate
your Nickelback/Fall Out Boy escapades. There's hardly anything I hate
more than the constant awareness of having my tasteless neighbors
co-listening to all the marvelous jams I'm bumpin'.