Posts Tagged ‘The Sound Table’

KEMI BENNINGS MOS mini-view

February 22, 2013

Kemi Bennings the artistic creator of Ministers of Sound the photography exhibit that showcases the role of DJ as minister, stopped by ajdancelegacy.com for a mini-view.  Read the curator’s powerful responses in regards to this mind-altering exhibit.

MINISTERS OF SOUND

1. How did the concept of Ministers of Sound, spotlighting DJs as ministers, come about?

The concept for Ministers of Sound came as a result of my late father, Rev. Hardy S. Bennings, Jr., who was a minister and beloved community leader.  My deep connection with my father catapulted the development of an art project that would also serve as my healing process through what I consider my ministry, the arts. I envisioned a community project that would move, touch and inspire others, pay tribute to my late father and salute a group of unsung heroes. The unsung heroes are DJs in the community that has impacted the lives of so many people for over a decade.

2. Do most DJs believe they serve a role when playing music?  Or do they simply play music?

Not all DJ’s recognize themselves as “ministers of music.” Therefore, they choose to play music that wreaks havoc on the spirit.  This in return causes chaos and destruction.  Yet, even in that music the undertones, beats, and rhythms are sacred.  I believe this sacredness should take precedence in the music a DJ chooses to play.   Thus being responsible for how the music and lyrics are combined to send out a message.

 3. Can you share one specific memory when a DJ took you to church using the vehicle of music?

A memory that took me to church is when I found house music.  When I found house music, I found the “church” again. I feel that the overall sentiment of house music is spiritual and meant to inspire.  There is very little, if any, house music I have encountered that is destructive.

4. How can a DJ impress its followers to serve his/her community?

I believe that first the DJ has to realize the power that he or she possesses and the importance of it as it relates to serving the community. Impress? That word could be a bit relative; I think it lies in the responsibility of the DJ to uplift and move the crowd in such a way that the music feeds the soul and inspires. Music possesses sacred powers.  The DJ may serve up a tune that you didn’t consciously know that you needed, but as soon as the music dropped it affected your mind, body, and spirit in an overwhelmingly way, evoking an “unspeakable joy”.

 5. Any plans to make this a traveling photography exhibit?

Travel plans?  I feel that there are many possibilities because of the vital dialogue this exhibit creates.  I’m truly being guided here and following the arrows. Honestly, at this moment, I only see February 24th.

 

Ministers of Sound, takes place at the Sound Table 483 Edgewood Avenue SE. Atlanta, GA on Sunday February 24, 2013 from 5 pm to 8 pm EST.  The event is free to the public.  For more information visit www.ministersofsound.com

BEN WESTBEECH 12.01.12

January 13, 2012

BEN WESTBEECH
Prologue

Winter kissed the stiff dark air with the breath of icy condensation on perhaps one of the coldest nights of the year thus far. Within the heated warmth of a cozy bar in the heart of midtown a deep conversation ensued about the lack of qualified dance venues in town and how this misfortune contributes to the want of souls on the dance floor. Eerily, not an hour or so had passed when the two conversationalists had found themselves at a hipster hang-out sinisterly disguised as a restaurant by night and a dance club by late night.

CALLING ALL HOUSE HEADS TO THE DANCE FLOOR.

There’s a rhythm to the space. People must respect the dance floor. One cannot step on shoes, fling elbows and bump into people restricting the flow of the dancer’s movements. This is the dancer’s space. Their sanctuary. As much as it delights to see a diverse crowd partying like rock stars, sometimes ire lingers that screams for those wannabes to go and crawl back into the holes from which they came. If you’re holding conversations on the dance floor, please move outside. If you’re too preoccupied with the alcoholic beverage you’re holding in hand, please move outdoors. If you’re busy trying to score narcotics on the floor, then move it outside. If you’re taking up too much space on the dance floor freaking your erected partner then move it aside. If you’re too busy having a faux lesbian encounter licking face and swapping saliva, definitely move it outdoors where it’s cold and cool off.

Evidently, everyone and their momma received the e-vite to this party as the confined shoebox was packed wall to wall. All kinds of people from all walks of life showed up and showed out. The old heads domed in hats to cover ski slopes danced with skinny leg hipsters crowned with baseball caps; the party girls with bleached platinum blond threads mixed with the city’s soul heirs wrapped in winter scarves over green graphic tees; the free spirited bohemians with head ornaments shook hands with the music purveyors analyzing every song played as a vampire actor cruised the room. The club’s (oops restaurant’s) vibe was fair, but made for all show, as a culinary frozen meal delivered from a microwave served in an exclusive restaurant to the lacking of tastes. The esoteric couldn’t help but debate if this was real. Of course, having a local neo-soul singer and the cast of a vampire network show lounge upstairs only made the situation at hand more complex.

As the seconds marched towards minutes the atmosphere revealed a frenzy of happenings; a whirlwind of haze as smash-up memories were blurred into mush. What was this place where people seemed stoned and others overly intoxicated? There was a rush to make sense of the mad chatter, dark displays and subterranean beats. But then it all made since, the event’s rare appearance from a headliner via the pond en route from London appeared in the DJ booth with the neon green painted wall.

The “Something For The Weekend” vocalist Ben Westbeech seems to be one of those wicked mates. American translation: A Good Time Charlie. All one has to do is just click on theSomething For The Weekendvideo to find the handsome chap frolicking through high thread count cotton sheets and spilling champagne with not one but TWO lingerie clad models. It’s this persona Ben enjoys the most that oozes into his laptop centered DJ sets. So don’t take the trained cellist too seriously but then again you can’t but take his craft seriously. It’s this contradiction that baffles the mind like a kid with ADHD but provides the reason for the singer’s unstable duo- persona. The respected average height and average build DJ/singer/songwriter/producer’s ambience transformed the building with a split-image horse painted mural and an expired museum ad exhibit that replaced the once orthodox Dr. Martin Luther King Junior close-up into a hotbed of beats, sex and decadence.

The jack of all trades straddled the room with a triad contraction; playing Masters of Ceremony, crooning with a sultry voice and dropping heavy hitting beats. The songster dropped the original music to,So Good Todayhis huge hit which garnered acclaim on the serious level by singing live vocals with the crass and soul of a blue-eyed Billy Dee Williams. Later, followed perhaps the night’s most ambitious undertaking the crowd singing/yelling,Can I Get A Little Something For The Weekendwith Ben muting the music to allow the crowd’s praise to assume forefront duties. And it worked. The spectacular moment solidified the crowd’s knowledge of what was going on and who was getting down. At times the songster/DJ became so worked up, throwing up his arms in the air and jumping up and down and around in the DJ booth that he could have easily been mistaken for a god-plex DJ hero. Even so, Ben continued having so much fun with the audience that he slammed the breaks on the music and abruptly killed, Crystal Water’s, Gypsy Woman (She’s Homeless)and yelled into the microphone, ”I’m not going to play the song unless you sing along.” Having rivaled nerves the owner of the venue ran into the DJ booth to offer cautionary advice. It’s all good because the people sang, “La da dee, La dee da” at the top of their lungs as the impeccable sound system pumped a heavy bassline that made the head wobble with whimsical joy. Then the British accent resounded, “We’re going old school house” as the audience cheered ever more.

So the crowd transported back to the 1990’s peak era of house music’s golden years, with the likes of Hardrive’s aka Masters At Work, “Deep Insidewith diva Barbara Tucker’s vocals bringing more heat and Jaydee’s,Plastic Dreamsfrom the Dutch/Italian DJ duo; transitioned from receding hairlines to high-top fades. Running orchestra strings of Carrie Lucas sampled,Dance with Youstirred into the pot as Jaydee’s, Plastic Dreams” drum loop followed behind to welcome warm vocals from Duane Harden singing, “You Don’t Know Meby 1990’s powerhouse producer Armand Van Helden. There were a slew of sound bites from the intro of Robin S,Show Me Loveto The Bucketheads with,The Bomb (These Sounds Fall Into My Mind)that tickled and tempted the crowd’s ears silly with tantalizing expectations. Rounding out the nostalgia, Kings of Tomorrow’s, Finallywith Julie McKnight on vocals, ushered the aughties and blazed new trails into the 21st century house scene.

Yet again, the unassuming Ben quickly pulled out another alter ego, Breach from his programmable bag of software; as if transforming from singer turned DJ wasn’t enough. Talk about ADHD. The much welcomed alias delivered a harder edge drop reminiscent of that 1990’s bass-driven house nostalgia from Chicago’s “Juke” to Chicago’s “Ghetto House.” There was no stopping this Doctor Jekyll/Mr. Hyde complex that announced, “I’m going to slow it down for the deep heads” which sat all too well with the crowd. If slowing the music down to sing live the lyrics to Hamburg, Germany’s outfit Lovebirds, Want You In My Soulthe number one house track of the year on a certain digital house music website is going deep then so be it because what would follow next would be the night’s real butt kicker. An overexposed rapper whose famous wife had just recently given birth to a famous baby came rapping from the speakers. WTH?!? RME. Hip-hop had reared its head. The Brits can be known for paying homage to hip-hop during the final hour of their music sets. Respectably Ben’s musical palette wavered all over and not just staling the life out of one particular sound and time period. Every genre from UK 2-step to electro to new school vs old school registered on the radar. Certainly not two dimensional this musical set came across three dimensional which challenged the limber notion of predictability.

Epilogue

Technically speaking, since there was no dance floor or not much dance space in the restaurant due to overcrowding a hasty dash was made to check out the sights and sounds of the party in progress next door at Space 2. Two DJs on a make shift wooden stage bumped out funky house grooves under a bed of R’n’B croons from Brit sensation Estelle’s,American Boy,” to 1990’s new jackers Blackstreet’s, No Diggityto Brown & Steve Littlemen’s Changin(Vernon & DaCosta Mix). Talk about some fresh air. This happening was even more dynamic because of the excess space to move about, to walk around and to dance freely from obstructions. What an unexpected closer to a dizzying night.