April 25, 2008
Syke Dyke of Trouble Funk is dead
Robert Reed, known onstage as Syke Dyke, died on April 13, 2008 at the age of 50.
Here's his obituary by Ben Sisario from Wednesday's New York Times.
- Robert Reed, Band Keyboard Player, Dies at 50
Robert Reed, who played keyboards in Trouble Funk, one of the definitive groups of go-go music — a raucous, high-intensity dance style that flourished in the 1970s and early ’80s — died on April 13 in Arlington, Va. He was 50 and lived in Greenbelt, Md.
The cause was pancreatic cancer, said his brother Taylor, who played trumpet in the band.
Go-go grew out of the dance clubs of Washington in the 1970s, when live bands competed with disco D.J.’s for gigs and dancers’ attention. As pioneered by Chuck Brown, the bands kept a taut, midtempo beat for marathon sets and threaded steady rhythms through the breaks between songs so that dancers never had a chance to sit down.
Influenced by Sly Stone, the Ohio Players and other leading funk bands of the era, Trouble Funk had a playful, futuristic style that brought go-go closer to the rap sound that was then emerging in New York. Famous as a tight live band, it played shows that routinely lasted for hours.
Mr. Reed, whose stage name was Syke Dyke, toyed with his keyboards to create flashy electronic noises that could resemble science-fiction sound effects. Tony Fisher, Mr. Reed’s childhood friend, who was called Big Tony, played bass and acted as the “talker,” sing-speaking repetitive, call-and-response phrases to whip up both the band (“Hey, fellas, do you want to take time out to get close to the ladies?”) and the crowd (“Get on up!”).
Early on Trouble Funk was adopted by tastemaking D.J.’s like Afrika Bambaataa, who played its records alongside rap and electronic tracks. The group worked with ’80s rap stars like Kurtis Blow, and certain Trouble Funk songs have become among the most sampled sounds in hip-hop history, used by LL Cool J, the Beastie Boys, Boogie Down Productions and Will Smith, among many others.
Trouble Funk’s first album, “Drop the Bomb,” was issued in 1982 on Sugar Hill Records, the New York label that dominated early hip-hop. Along with other groups like E.U. and Rare Essence, Trouble Funk outlasted disco, and for a time in the ’80s, go-go was poised to become a mainstream hit. The group toured the globe and was signed to Island Records, home of Bob Marley and U2.
But as was true of many go-go groups, its kinetic energy as a live act did not translate into hit singles. After two albums on Island that received lukewarm responses, “Saturday Night. Live! From Washington DC” (1985) and “Trouble Over Here Trouble Over There” (1987), the band ceased recording, though it continued to perform, particularly in Washington.
Mr. Reed was born in Newport News, Va., and later moved with his five siblings to Washington, where his mother worked as a nurse. He graduated from Howard University with a degree in music and had recently worked at Bowie State University in Bowie, Md., instructing students in recording technology.
In addition to his brother Taylor, his survivors include two other brothers, Ernest and Melvin; two sisters, Sheila and Toni; his wife, Sheila; a son, Robert Jr.; and a daughter, Angela.
The video up top features the band performing "Still Smokin'."
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At book's end he was just as frightened, if not more so, by the prospect — and that much closer.
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I don't believe in God, but I miss him. That's what I say when the question is put. I asked my brother, who has taught philosophy at Oxford, Geneva and the Sorbonne, what he thought of such a statement, without revealing that it was my own. He replied with a single word: "Soppy."
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In April, 1848, when Flaubert was twenty-six, the literary friend of his youth, Alfred Le Poitteven, died. In a private memorandum which has only just come to light, Flaubert recorded how he looked at this death, and looked at himself looking at it. He kept a vigil over his dead friend for two consecutive nights; he cut a lock of hair for Le Poitteven's young widow; he helped wrap the body in its shroud; he smelt the stink of decomposition. When the undertakers arrived with the coffin, he kissed his friend on the temple. A decade later, he still remembered that moment: "Once you have kissed a corpse on the forehead there always remains something on your lips, a distant bitterness, an aftertaste of the void that nothing will efface."
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