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Mick Raubenheimer

Mick Raubenheimer loves music in all forms of form, fluffiness and viscosity, but is prejudiced in having a fondness for music that squirms out of the proverbial box. John Zorn and Bjork should just marry already.

About Me

Mick Raubenheimer started writing about music in the early 2000's. His first submitted article was a fever dream transcription of Tom Waits' Alice/ Blood Money situation. The magazine for which it was intended never got back to him, and possibly fled the country. While most of his attention is zoomed into so-called Jazz and experimental electronica, Jim White alerted him to the fact that Country music could be dangerous, a realization that had a ripple effect leading him to note strange phenomena in all the ponds, swamps and rivulets of musical genres. His writings, which on the whole aim to shed strange lights on adventurous, underappreciated music and artists, has appeared in Rolling Stone SA, The Sunday Times, The Cape Times and Muse magazine. His poetry about the female mystique has been published by BlazeVox, amongst other discerning, friendly journals. He frowns and frolicks in Johannesburg, South Africa.

My Jazz Story

Published on: 2017-11-17

I first fell in love with Herbie Hancock by mistake. As a 14-yr old Grunge head. A weathered tape cassette found in a tiny pile of miscellaneous recordings led to my confusing the Herbie Hancock side (one of his more generic Eighties outings) with the flip side, which was the Keith Jarrett trio's inaugural, ethereally ambient Standards release. A further shock, and much confusion, was had when I listened to the only Herbie Hancock album at a local CD store: The super funk-drenched and all round wondrous Thrust. Confusion and mega-stimuli abounded. Apologies to Gary Peacock, and Hancock's Eighties album.