comprehensive flan
changing hands in
an egg-whipped poker match
smalltime real estate invaders
showing up to
check how the big boys do
if that isn't you
trick administrative staff
lady you be staying scary
can't do the math
if yan can cook the books
so can you
mistook the crooks so the bullets hollowed you
played you like a kazoo
Thursday, December 06, 2007
Saturday, November 03, 2007
i found this
check yourself kid
17 years old be doin a bid in the ACI
that's how i'm spittin it
with the windows open
although the grounds frozen
this how the book open
check it
daps was in '83 right before me
when my folks were gettin it raw
cause our human nature is flawed
and MJ he was comin out hard like M J G
and you know that's hard scrap
hoping next summer gypsy moths dont come back
shaq pack baseball bats and ugly sticks
looking for diamonds they broke bricks
its hard times
even times you're with me - even times you
hard times
even times you good times
hard times
key limes in a mangrove
just outside the hard city
the liberty city gritty gator city
finished with a fatality
(now thats gully)
take em in the back and clap em
clap on, clap off, the clapper
zoning boards put us by the crapper
in homes devoid of copper
no school in fostah- glohstah
i once knew this dude a rasta
grew up with no papa, no granpapa, no-
know what i mean?
they did had food they had pasta
on holidays they had jello biafra and octopus auyama
from la republica dominicana
reppin miguel tejada
shit is proper
its hard times
even times you're with me - even times you
hard times
even times you good times
hard times
comes a time to stop believing the shit
need to chill on that ish
just like that i'm gon dip
and we out
like that
83 in my memory
hard times
17 years old be doin a bid in the ACI
that's how i'm spittin it
with the windows open
although the grounds frozen
this how the book open
check it
daps was in '83 right before me
when my folks were gettin it raw
cause our human nature is flawed
and MJ he was comin out hard like M J G
and you know that's hard scrap
hoping next summer gypsy moths dont come back
shaq pack baseball bats and ugly sticks
looking for diamonds they broke bricks
its hard times
even times you're with me - even times you
hard times
even times you good times
hard times
key limes in a mangrove
just outside the hard city
the liberty city gritty gator city
finished with a fatality
(now thats gully)
take em in the back and clap em
clap on, clap off, the clapper
zoning boards put us by the crapper
in homes devoid of copper
no school in fostah- glohstah
i once knew this dude a rasta
grew up with no papa, no granpapa, no-
know what i mean?
they did had food they had pasta
on holidays they had jello biafra and octopus auyama
from la republica dominicana
reppin miguel tejada
shit is proper
its hard times
even times you're with me - even times you
hard times
even times you good times
hard times
comes a time to stop believing the shit
need to chill on that ish
just like that i'm gon dip
and we out
like that
83 in my memory
hard times
Sunday, October 07, 2007
raro caro
needle got fuzz like the radio got static late night fm tuner insomniac turns to wireless internet to peep pictures from his long distance cardiac even in her absence still a chronic headphone wearer and when he come out the basement with the glare in his eye to catch the bus when he's halfway there passed on a sack and still in yesterday's socks trying to push back on the flashbacks at home he's a beatbox to the world he's a flapjack
- You know when I met you, I was impressed. Yeah, you talked about la raza and education and the revolution, but you know what man? You really don't care, do you? You're nothing but a fuckin dope dealer
Tuesday, October 02, 2007
can't reform 'em
remember ThIeF? that shit not only has a name but many faces obnoxious fake professional cadences they off to the races at suckers camp doing the mashed up potato dance dying to make romance i'm wondering how they learned to make it look legitimate same as that dance every white girl will get down with at the least one time in her life, regardless of the wack music in the background. it don't matter cause it in the background. and regardless i'll still look around if she round in the back. ground it. it might come at different phases with different phrases but without it breathing down your neck you'll only get what you can expect so much to drive them out ask to help you out on the way down, don't let the door hit your ass! glass will shatter frames will kick back best blaze we'll torch test the cess believe that yes from the 909 to the 910 and we gettin the rest the rest is empty with no brain but the clever nerd the best mc with no chain you ever heard take it from the tech 9 holder recalled yourself going to dunkin donuts or so you told her. then where were you at the time you shot the deadfendant? don't know? guess it. i reckon is the right thing to dead at the time. if you bless it don't contest it. play it all innocent but if you aint do it who else shot the plaintiff?
Wednesday, September 19, 2007
this the jump off for a munch larger disruption
pimpin ain't easy. whatever. jerk called it on himself spewing his shit about major-hatin'. that ivan drago rocky IV shit is oro puro. it makes the little major blog committee look like even more of a sucker- the whole fuckin' craftsman catalog in there. TOOL. i could do this shit easily- posting up shitty opinions on the internet, selling ads to arguably even bigger morons, playing up good 'ol days liberal values, politicking in expensive 30$-por-un-mofongo restaurant-bars (it's platanos! them shits are between 5 to 10 for 1$ imported from poor countries creo que la mayoria son de Colombia y Guatemala) AND make it all accurate, informational, and FUNNY. not even in an ironic way. not even the point. NOT EVEN like our tax burden! i don't obscure the truth; just the names. john is a lawyer isn't he? an honest man.. why hasn't he sued everyone's ass by now? it kind of seems like he's praying when he gets up in front of that shitty council chamber. in vain like. the act needs more force- like the kind you see in mafia flicks. like how they pray for you, kiss you, etc. you know- before they kill you. or maybe that kind of thing already went down and that was just before my time? someone needs to enlighten me on this stuff, please. speaking of the people's business- i'm thinking someone needs a comprehensive FLAN in the face, nahmean? now we have charades and we have a comprehensive flan (it's fortified with vitamins and minerals, i guess- not your price-rice-shoppin daddy's flan). doze tings... (psst... las cosas! tu sabes. coño. mira- charade and comprehensive prank) unfortunately exist, and need to be exposed to the point that they become as synonymous with prejudice as renaissance, corruption, bedonkin donuts, and south. PROVIDENCE, that is. i finalhy say it, and in the nicest way. i'm listening to frankie beverly right now, alright? estoy BIEN tranquilo. that's what it do to get it all riled up, shit. comprehensive PIMP. i could do this all day! i never said it would help the movement.
you guys are real funny.
"alcalde? al dente!" (trademarked, TIF-fund earmarked) blog coming soon. more of the kind of shit you used to say in your kitchen before the drop ceiling leaked and you lifted the sagging asbestos tiles to find extensive water damage and A BUG! oh fuck! ad spaces are getting bought up quick as lonely mill luxury lofts. call some white bitch at armored rivals for lease info. and buy me a motherfuckin' 'nother DRANK!
you guys are real funny.
"alcalde? al dente!" (trademarked, TIF-fund earmarked) blog coming soon. more of the kind of shit you used to say in your kitchen before the drop ceiling leaked and you lifted the sagging asbestos tiles to find extensive water damage and A BUG! oh fuck! ad spaces are getting bought up quick as lonely mill luxury lofts. call some white bitch at armored rivals for lease info. and buy me a motherfuckin' 'nother DRANK!
Thursday, August 30, 2007
GO TEAM (getting over)
been a lot of nonsense happening. the summer came late and is maybe coming all at once. mama tomato crop came out the same way. all those tomatoes at once and then nothing- the rest will never ripen on the vine. might die on the vine. eventually it's up to somebody who is just caught up in it, overworked and shit, to get to the garden and chop those fruits up and into something that will come into its own and get him over. of course that is what we have for a best-case brand-new flavor in your ear. beyond that you find something different, or more, it finds you- like a rash or some kind of airborne parasite. dumb and oh so lazy, something had a spell on me. back to the garden- greens and ghetto roots. growing in unlikely directions and in spurts. will rock any occupation for food. rock any scissors for paper. smoke on bats, catch wreck, sporting sunday bests, won't rest until it's manifest. anybody get it? and we all got it like the flu or library materials thats overdue trying to say words he can hardly muster crib's a clusterfuck life of a hustler doggin it send down to the minors where he inspired those to go where he could not himself. getting paid doin all kinds of stuff. published the draft raw, sound board got served. published as draft.
Tuesday, July 31, 2007
"Same girl..."
What's that song on the radio?
Mismo carro. Same car.
Same air freshener.
Same tone. Misma piel.
Same eyes, same accent. A lot of guys wonder where their stacks went.
Same hair in a bun. Mismo estilo de pelo.
Mismo tamano. Same build.
Different walk.
Twenty years junior. Mi edad.
I see her everywhere. It's so strange. What does she make of it?
Mismo carro. Same car.
Same air freshener.
Same tone. Misma piel.
Same eyes, same accent. A lot of guys wonder where their stacks went.
Same hair in a bun. Mismo estilo de pelo.
Mismo tamano. Same build.
Different walk.
Twenty years junior. Mi edad.
I see her everywhere. It's so strange. What does she make of it?
And back to the muzick...
Grip of records from Time Captain and the Yard Sale.
Came up on a Jack McDuff album on Sugar Hill that I'm real happy with. We've been taking long walks on the beach, running through meadows and shit like that. Made some rough-draft beats on the gemini, made some habichuelas, might have to go back and listen and thicken them both with the SP. I want to fuck with acapellas and making full tracks.
Also had a session with Re:Buffed that was pretty fun. His style is almost entirely instrumental. Spun a lot of 80's funk-disco-hiphop and 2000's southern rap. Hard to make out some of the mixes, a little crunchyness, but I think it's getting a lot better in the selections, the mixes, and timing. Of course the best stuff probably didn't make it to tape. But the tapes are decent, listenable, yet still out of it. I'm ready to tape over some old shit. Got some record storage going that, while clearing up my floor, has confused the fuck out of me as to where certain records are. No help there. Mellowed out pretty early and watched some broadcast TV drama and grubbed some CFC. Does that to you.
We talked about the future of music. Basically coming from two schools- Rock school and Hiphop/Electronic school. Basically the latter has/is/will become hybridized into one genre, and what does that mean, stuff like that. We talked about playing shitty parties in the context of how Screw music (and other styles that are more based on how you play and listen and compose the records than the instrumentation or aesthetic of it) probably started playing shitty parties, being ahead of the times, etc. and sticking it out until it caught on, eventually to mainstream.
Music from the Rock school is more aesthetic. It's if you have distortion on your guitars or a flute and shit like that. Really nothing to do with the song structures, even content. There aren't many different ways of spinning that stuff, or hearing it. It's just there and you nod your head or you don't. It's good or bad on that basis. Hiphop/electronic school is totally about how you hear it and within it the different schools of what is essentially DJ'ing. Only a part of hiphop school is interested in what different snares sound like or the nuances of old synths, taking it to that level of detail, aesthetic, and history. Rock and hip hop both started as crossovers of different musics but hip hop is the one that seems to be the rollercoaster going up and down and in loops and shit, running circles and wrapping different tentacles around rock. For good or bad, the better part of pop music has more to do with hiphop than rock.
So all of that said, it's a decision to keep making tapes, from mostly old records, playing only records you like, staying away from Serrato and laptop mixing and I guess making pop music as it exists today. Basically just hanging out doing your thing until you start playing parties to people that dig your style or catch up with some of your backlogged tapes. I feel like the more I play, the more I revisit the question of where I play, and the more I figure out what that looks like. We talked about playing some shitty parties in the past, and about getting better friends in the present, and therefore playing better parties in the future.
"I could do without ever going past that block again."
Came up on a Jack McDuff album on Sugar Hill that I'm real happy with. We've been taking long walks on the beach, running through meadows and shit like that. Made some rough-draft beats on the gemini, made some habichuelas, might have to go back and listen and thicken them both with the SP. I want to fuck with acapellas and making full tracks.
Also had a session with Re:Buffed that was pretty fun. His style is almost entirely instrumental. Spun a lot of 80's funk-disco-hiphop and 2000's southern rap. Hard to make out some of the mixes, a little crunchyness, but I think it's getting a lot better in the selections, the mixes, and timing. Of course the best stuff probably didn't make it to tape. But the tapes are decent, listenable, yet still out of it. I'm ready to tape over some old shit. Got some record storage going that, while clearing up my floor, has confused the fuck out of me as to where certain records are. No help there. Mellowed out pretty early and watched some broadcast TV drama and grubbed some CFC. Does that to you.
We talked about the future of music. Basically coming from two schools- Rock school and Hiphop/Electronic school. Basically the latter has/is/will become hybridized into one genre, and what does that mean, stuff like that. We talked about playing shitty parties in the context of how Screw music (and other styles that are more based on how you play and listen and compose the records than the instrumentation or aesthetic of it) probably started playing shitty parties, being ahead of the times, etc. and sticking it out until it caught on, eventually to mainstream.
Music from the Rock school is more aesthetic. It's if you have distortion on your guitars or a flute and shit like that. Really nothing to do with the song structures, even content. There aren't many different ways of spinning that stuff, or hearing it. It's just there and you nod your head or you don't. It's good or bad on that basis. Hiphop/electronic school is totally about how you hear it and within it the different schools of what is essentially DJ'ing. Only a part of hiphop school is interested in what different snares sound like or the nuances of old synths, taking it to that level of detail, aesthetic, and history. Rock and hip hop both started as crossovers of different musics but hip hop is the one that seems to be the rollercoaster going up and down and in loops and shit, running circles and wrapping different tentacles around rock. For good or bad, the better part of pop music has more to do with hiphop than rock.
So all of that said, it's a decision to keep making tapes, from mostly old records, playing only records you like, staying away from Serrato and laptop mixing and I guess making pop music as it exists today. Basically just hanging out doing your thing until you start playing parties to people that dig your style or catch up with some of your backlogged tapes. I feel like the more I play, the more I revisit the question of where I play, and the more I figure out what that looks like. We talked about playing some shitty parties in the past, and about getting better friends in the present, and therefore playing better parties in the future.
"I could do without ever going past that block again."
Survival Test
Current music: "Survival Test" - Jaylib, Champion Sound, 2004.
Seems we are worth exactly $27,800,800.00
That is their debt. But THEY owe US, on top of reparations.
WE are supposed to be paying THEIR debt.
WE are NOT paying THEIR debt.
Pase adelante, provarlo. Take a minute, digest.
Put that big O in your pocket and sit on your hands and learn how to respect us when you're starving because we have had enough of paying for you to fuck us.
A whole lot of pimps are going to be out of work in a minute. That includes you, pimps of the non-profit post-industrial complex. You don't have a base.
Even if we have to build a parallel legitimate legislative body, El Pueblo si podemos servirnos!
This is it getting worse before it gets better. Mama said there'd be days like these.
Seems we are worth exactly $27,800,800.00
That is their debt. But THEY owe US, on top of reparations.
WE are supposed to be paying THEIR debt.
WE are NOT paying THEIR debt.
Pase adelante, provarlo. Take a minute, digest.
Put that big O in your pocket and sit on your hands and learn how to respect us when you're starving because we have had enough of paying for you to fuck us.
A whole lot of pimps are going to be out of work in a minute. That includes you, pimps of the non-profit post-industrial complex. You don't have a base.
Even if we have to build a parallel legitimate legislative body, El Pueblo si podemos servirnos!
This is it getting worse before it gets better. Mama said there'd be days like these.
Thursday, July 26, 2007
Un comunique con Ruger.
WKrTiQ- Cuantos cucarachas se necesitan para comenzar un pueblo?
RGR- A grip. What are you getting at?
WKrTiQ- Espera. Cual es el mejor color de Kool-Ai?
RGR- Cafe' con latas es un cafe' aromatico pero no viene por 12 pack. It also stains your hands like blood after you scrub it off.
WKrTiQ- Very allusionary. Y donde estabas por la noche?
RGR- Stocking on my face, sticking up Price You Ass, stocking the shelves at the crib, shivering on a sugar high.
WKrTiQ- Se venden arroz por precios muy baratos, verdad?
RGR- Like Maricon-con!
WKrTiQ- Chevere, como tu mama, no?
RGR- It's crunchy out here, son.
WKrTiQ- STr8 Manton. Good bread, kid.
RGR- Pues, que buen pan! Putnam-Vietnam. Decimos sin aburguesimiento. I shit on them, upside down, sideways, inside-out, from below and the left, nah mean?
RGR- Aumenta esto, fucking payasos. Ancillary shit.
WKrTiQ- Blame it on the flying bluntresses, I and I know!
RGR- Brother speaks the truth and they be scratching at it with their fingernails, tryna get it offa there.
WKrTiQ- Dirty rotten SCOUR'ers- with Brillo pads!
RGR- You like saying that.
WKrTiQ- It's because I don't like seeing it.
RGR- I hear you on that man, los enviare un fuckin' pescado negrito por un sobre postal.
WKrTiQ- Self addressed, stamped, with a round-trip bus-pass ticket to...
RGR- Yo, speaking of, I got until Wednesday- I'm about to be out man, but thanks for the time.
WKrTiQ- Gracias por venir, vivido y aprendido.
RGR- No JUSTICE?
WKrTiQ- Nooooooooooooooo peace.
RGR- A grip. What are you getting at?
WKrTiQ- Espera. Cual es el mejor color de Kool-Ai?
RGR- Cafe' con latas es un cafe' aromatico pero no viene por 12 pack. It also stains your hands like blood after you scrub it off.
WKrTiQ- Very allusionary. Y donde estabas por la noche?
RGR- Stocking on my face, sticking up Price You Ass, stocking the shelves at the crib, shivering on a sugar high.
WKrTiQ- Se venden arroz por precios muy baratos, verdad?
RGR- Like Maricon-con!
WKrTiQ- Chevere, como tu mama, no?
RGR- It's crunchy out here, son.
WKrTiQ- STr8 Manton. Good bread, kid.
RGR- Pues, que buen pan! Putnam-Vietnam. Decimos sin aburguesimiento. I shit on them, upside down, sideways, inside-out, from below and the left, nah mean?
RGR- Aumenta esto, fucking payasos. Ancillary shit.
WKrTiQ- Blame it on the flying bluntresses, I and I know!
RGR- Brother speaks the truth and they be scratching at it with their fingernails, tryna get it offa there.
WKrTiQ- Dirty rotten SCOUR'ers- with Brillo pads!
RGR- You like saying that.
WKrTiQ- It's because I don't like seeing it.
RGR- I hear you on that man, los enviare un fuckin' pescado negrito por un sobre postal.
WKrTiQ- Self addressed, stamped, with a round-trip bus-pass ticket to...
RGR- Yo, speaking of, I got until Wednesday- I'm about to be out man, but thanks for the time.
WKrTiQ- Gracias por venir, vivido y aprendido.
RGR- No JUSTICE?
WKrTiQ- Nooooooooooooooo peace.
Tuesday, July 24, 2007
Al dente, motherfucker
Being out of work is a full time job- with additional night hours since what does it matter what time you get up in the morning?
I posted some photos in GovernmentSpace. If there are deep inconsistencies between the world pictured there and the one I describe, let me know and I will try to slow things down for you here. And I apologize if I left un-obscured any fingerprints, license plates, or faces below the eyes, above the eyebrows, or below the belt. Let me know and I will take those down, thank you very much.
I am eating a bowl of plain nachos I scored at Price Rice. What a great store. In the neighborhood. People I know work there. People I know shop there- even the ones with jobs. Where else can you eat so poorly for so cheap? Bell peppers the size of your head, kid! Too bad they close at like 9. Also went to Unhoaly Foods this week, which is extra good when you don't have a job. Because it's not like they could fire you if you got caught burying the tofu salami... in your pocket. I spent like 9$ and change- I didn't even buy any food- and I chardged it, too. But now even though I am big shot I cannot give my receipt away because it has my tarjeta on it. Watch out for that one, young bantam booster.
I think tomorrow night I am spinning some records. Don't hold your breath for the club info secret password drink tickets and VIP. Wojocratic is 100% straight out the tenement. On this one. Might have my boy, Recently Buffed, come through. He got paper bubblejet stickers made up from his latest project, Recently Buffed: "Off a vacant building," featuring the Mayor's Own "Alcalde? Al dente!" Graffiti Task Force. He would like to remind you that 5% of all organic buffer butter profits goes directly toward your next buff- or Buff Chace- of your choice.
Barf.
Which reminds me; I've got storyboards.
I posted some photos in GovernmentSpace. If there are deep inconsistencies between the world pictured there and the one I describe, let me know and I will try to slow things down for you here. And I apologize if I left un-obscured any fingerprints, license plates, or faces below the eyes, above the eyebrows, or below the belt. Let me know and I will take those down, thank you very much.
I am eating a bowl of plain nachos I scored at Price Rice. What a great store. In the neighborhood. People I know work there. People I know shop there- even the ones with jobs. Where else can you eat so poorly for so cheap? Bell peppers the size of your head, kid! Too bad they close at like 9. Also went to Unhoaly Foods this week, which is extra good when you don't have a job. Because it's not like they could fire you if you got caught burying the tofu salami... in your pocket. I spent like 9$ and change- I didn't even buy any food- and I chardged it, too. But now even though I am big shot I cannot give my receipt away because it has my tarjeta on it. Watch out for that one, young bantam booster.
I think tomorrow night I am spinning some records. Don't hold your breath for the club info secret password drink tickets and VIP. Wojocratic is 100% straight out the tenement. On this one. Might have my boy, Recently Buffed, come through. He got paper bubblejet stickers made up from his latest project, Recently Buffed: "Off a vacant building," featuring the Mayor's Own "Alcalde? Al dente!" Graffiti Task Force. He would like to remind you that 5% of all organic buffer butter profits goes directly toward your next buff- or Buff Chace- of your choice.
Barf.
Which reminds me; I've got storyboards.
Thursday, July 19, 2007
stop robbin' the hood
your boy made the news last night... i mean, i'm not the point- i just made the point.
one of more than twenty, of more than four hundred.
orange is the fire.
one of more than twenty, of more than four hundred.
orange is the fire.
Monday, July 16, 2007
I don't know why you say goodbye; I say hello
Big news on the world travel tip- Returned from one month in Guatemala (entonces, puedes hablarme en espanol) and one week at the US Social Forum in Atlanta, Georgia. I've been back in the 6th ward for a couple of weeks now, and still I'm talking up and reflecting on my experiences. Along the way I came up on some technology that will allow me to post here with much greater frequency. Yes it's the truth; behold! Wireless internet.
So I'm writing to say hello if you're out there. Now that you know more or less where I've been, we can move on to talk about where we are going.
What I'm feeling lately (we'll do 5)
1. 90.3 WRIU on Sundays I think 2:30-5pm you have your Cape Verdean Afro BEAT! DJ Loverman spinning the hottest Funana' and honestly I don't have the other genres down yet, except that I'm feeling it! I've been tuning it to this spot for a while and my girl knows that she can get me to drive anywhere on Sundays provided we are within range of the WRIU transmitter. Usually I don't/don't like to drive- actually, a lot of folks seem to think I don't
have a car. You can catch me on the bus, or walking ridiculous lonely distances- just take that for what it is.
2. Strong Arm Steady got a new record coming out. You can find the sampler for free on their myspace. Unapologetic and necessary, but I'll be looking for them to take the lyrics up another notch on the full album. I'm still crushing the Blacksmith record, and as always, the Jeanius. The Blacksmith combo is number two to arroz con gandules in my household.
3. Mary's, formerly Mi Casa #2 Restaurant, in the 6th ward. Especially while it is too damn hot to cook! I've been taken care of consistently well, and for three bills! I've heard of other white boys learning spanish to get at mujeres, but en serio, primeramente, aprendelo para lograr la comida!
4. Ahmad Jamal. I got the Swahililand break, made famous in the Dilla production of "Stakes Is High" by De La Soul, entirely stuck in my head. My boy J's got the record, and put it on a tape he gave me at one time- of course nowhere to be found now. Ahmad's got this touch where he doesn't overplay like a lot of jazz cats, especially cool since he did a lot of trio work. His playing lets the rhythm section come through, and they don't typically abuse the invitation.
5. In Guatemala you had some street marimba players for sure, but more it was just bad reggaeton and ranchera. Also the 60's/70's AM Gold style was popularized there and thus you have radio stations catering to the generation of spanish-language Young Rascals and that kind of thing. I imagine it is similar event in Guatemalan history as how nasty 50's food tastes and processed ingredients have creeped their way into Cuban cuisine. Ahh, globalization and U.S. influence in Latino America...
Ranchera is just horrible to me, but strangely comforting with the tubas and ritmos borrachos banging out the speakers that are strapped to luggage racks in the back of speeding camionetas, usually on dangerous-ass mountain passes and in like circumstances in Guats. Best part of ranchera is the stupid,, ridiculous drum fills. It sounds like when somebody's middle-age drunk uncle gets on the kit at a block party and tries to rock like he claims he did in high school. Trying too hard! Drinking too hard! But so too is his audience, therefore unable or unwilling to pick up on it.
More later, now I am going on some important business to most likely officially quit my job.
So I'm writing to say hello if you're out there. Now that you know more or less where I've been, we can move on to talk about where we are going.
What I'm feeling lately (we'll do 5)
1. 90.3 WRIU on Sundays I think 2:30-5pm you have your Cape Verdean Afro BEAT! DJ Loverman spinning the hottest Funana' and honestly I don't have the other genres down yet, except that I'm feeling it! I've been tuning it to this spot for a while and my girl knows that she can get me to drive anywhere on Sundays provided we are within range of the WRIU transmitter. Usually I don't/don't like to drive- actually, a lot of folks seem to think I don't
have a car. You can catch me on the bus, or walking ridiculous lonely distances- just take that for what it is.
2. Strong Arm Steady got a new record coming out. You can find the sampler for free on their myspace. Unapologetic and necessary, but I'll be looking for them to take the lyrics up another notch on the full album. I'm still crushing the Blacksmith record, and as always, the Jeanius. The Blacksmith combo is number two to arroz con gandules in my household.
3. Mary's, formerly Mi Casa #2 Restaurant, in the 6th ward. Especially while it is too damn hot to cook! I've been taken care of consistently well, and for three bills! I've heard of other white boys learning spanish to get at mujeres, but en serio, primeramente, aprendelo para lograr la comida!
4. Ahmad Jamal. I got the Swahililand break, made famous in the Dilla production of "Stakes Is High" by De La Soul, entirely stuck in my head. My boy J's got the record, and put it on a tape he gave me at one time- of course nowhere to be found now. Ahmad's got this touch where he doesn't overplay like a lot of jazz cats, especially cool since he did a lot of trio work. His playing lets the rhythm section come through, and they don't typically abuse the invitation.
5. In Guatemala you had some street marimba players for sure, but more it was just bad reggaeton and ranchera. Also the 60's/70's AM Gold style was popularized there and thus you have radio stations catering to the generation of spanish-language Young Rascals and that kind of thing. I imagine it is similar event in Guatemalan history as how nasty 50's food tastes and processed ingredients have creeped their way into Cuban cuisine. Ahh, globalization and U.S. influence in Latino America...
Ranchera is just horrible to me, but strangely comforting with the tubas and ritmos borrachos banging out the speakers that are strapped to luggage racks in the back of speeding camionetas, usually on dangerous-ass mountain passes and in like circumstances in Guats. Best part of ranchera is the stupid,, ridiculous drum fills. It sounds like when somebody's middle-age drunk uncle gets on the kit at a block party and tries to rock like he claims he did in high school. Trying too hard! Drinking too hard! But so too is his audience, therefore unable or unwilling to pick up on it.
More later, now I am going on some important business to most likely officially quit my job.
Saturday, February 17, 2007
muzik
I basically decided most of the content of this journal will be related to music, specifically records- playing records, hearing records, buying records, digging for records, reading about records, writing about records. And tapes. IF YOU ARE READING THIS THERE ARE MAYBE TWO OPTIONS. You got here kind of randomly, or I handed you a tape.
Like the tapes, I will do what I am able to make this journal decent. Realize though, at some level with music, you like it or you don't like it and you can't explain why. That's how I hear it and that's what I'm trying to pass on more than Tae's rhymes were hot, 9th's beats were hot, etc. You (should) already know. Next question.
Conceptually I would like to share my experience of the world through music/of music through the world- experience comprised of unexpected delights, cultural awakenings and affirmations, and any associated arisings of socialization or social unrest. I will do what I am able to annotate these animations but at some point will simply expect the casual reader to know what I mean. KNOW WHAT I'M SAYING?
Also significant at least to me is at this juncture, I think this is the most bloggable part of my life. The most significant criterion behind this judgement is security. Now recognize that issues of security are not likely to go away, and may really "come with the territory-" that territory, of course, being the 6th ward. Pure allegations.
Like the tapes, I will do what I am able to make this journal decent. Realize though, at some level with music, you like it or you don't like it and you can't explain why. That's how I hear it and that's what I'm trying to pass on more than Tae's rhymes were hot, 9th's beats were hot, etc. You (should) already know. Next question.
Conceptually I would like to share my experience of the world through music/of music through the world- experience comprised of unexpected delights, cultural awakenings and affirmations, and any associated arisings of socialization or social unrest. I will do what I am able to annotate these animations but at some point will simply expect the casual reader to know what I mean. KNOW WHAT I'M SAYING?
Also significant at least to me is at this juncture, I think this is the most bloggable part of my life. The most significant criterion behind this judgement is security. Now recognize that issues of security are not likely to go away, and may really "come with the territory-" that territory, of course, being the 6th ward. Pure allegations.
south arrow
the north arrow is a widely accepted as a crucial map element. but don't get it twisted! resist top-down, trickle-down cartography! hail the omnidirectional smoke signals for in this,
our world, our conviction is devoured by conviction! cursorily weaned through an economy of scale and prepared for the convection, our tenderness measured only by precooked mass, where searing parboiling and poaching provide inadequate introductions. only our relations can defect from market imposition, only an auto-recall of the industrial complex, only a reunification of exotic meats in the happy family of the global south pu-putting on a sightseeing visa pressing the flash on the northern whites. elusive and underexposed, subject of attrition, the revoultion will not be tenderized.
links:
http://www.gallerisation.co.uk/series.asp?mode=3
look at "antipocentric" and "globalownercentric"
http://flourish.org/upsidedownmap/
more maps, most still with borders though... know your enemy?
p.s. speak up if you saw this one coming!
our world, our conviction is devoured by conviction! cursorily weaned through an economy of scale and prepared for the convection, our tenderness measured only by precooked mass, where searing parboiling and poaching provide inadequate introductions. only our relations can defect from market imposition, only an auto-recall of the industrial complex, only a reunification of exotic meats in the happy family of the global south pu-putting on a sightseeing visa pressing the flash on the northern whites. elusive and underexposed, subject of attrition, the revoultion will not be tenderized.
links:
http://www.gallerisation.co.uk/series.asp?mode=3
look at "antipocentric" and "globalownercentric"
http://flourish.org/upsidedownmap/
more maps, most still with borders though... know your enemy?
p.s. speak up if you saw this one coming!
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