I frequent Redman’s Doc’s da Name in attempt to revive myself back to sanity. There’s so much that is seedy in this city. This is a bit ironic considering how crazy the offering is, but crazy is not retarded and sometimes someone’s crazy has the power to cure your own. It’s not always that ‘conscious’ stuff that brings tranquillity in the world, if it is at all. I find it’s better than what ‘new’ hip hop offers and I find if Redman and Methodman filled a 16 Bar with just the five vowels and released it, the thing would still be better than what ‘new’ hip hop offers.
I grow weary quickly when the new generation rappers get to giving us financial advice, I do. And their inapplicable make a billion right now schemes down right annoy me. Music especially within the realm of Rap needn’t be the platform for the falsification of economic facts or just facts if you will- that’s just silly. Also, music sure as hell needn’t be a source of reverse education with so much illiteracy and stupidity plaguing the world.
At the same time I also find that the Wu-tang Clan’s C.R.E.A.M sets some sort of doctrinal imprint in the cradle of my knowledge and I find Wu knows best so I’ll leave it there with the two-sidedness. Hard work cashes cheques and that’s a fact. So maybe the collect-a-hunnit-thou-at-the-venue idea is worth singing over and over about as in the way ‘new’ hip hop has done, maybe.
When I began writing this my aim was to illustrate the negligible value in assuming one single stance on matters. Even the things seeming worthless carry value for those who seek it. As it turns out assuming no stance is the stance of assuming no stance so we’re all better off devoid of assumptions, yes? Just extracting some learning where we can and moving on fast.
That said, next track: get it live!
lets take a good moment to acknowledge the immensity of this question.
lets talk about it…
I fell in love
and lost poetry,
and I found poetry
when I lost love.
I shed ink
the way flowers
do their petals -
are too heavy.
I am wilting in place.
I raise my flags, don my clothes; It’s a revolution, I suppose …
I’m breaking in, shaping up, then checking out on the prison bus,This is it…
I’m waking up, I feel it in my bones, Enough to make my systems blow
Welcome to the new age, to the new age!
Welcome to the new age, to the new age!
I feel like in addition to getting rid of old clothes, we must get rid of old habits and paradigms that no longer align with our current state.
IN THESE DIRE TIMES, THIS IS THE KIND OF THING TO WHICH I PAY MY ALLEGIANCE!
all together now:
" I’m here to laugh, love, fuck and drink liquor
And help the damn revolution come quicker “
- The Coup - Laugh/Love/Fuck
I came across something instructing me to prepare for a predicted increase in good luck this July. Having been a slacker in denial for some time, I now rely on this kind of fortune cookie wisdom to divert me somewhat from further slumber. I convince myself that it’s some kind of sign from the heavens calling me to attention. I have come to learn that this is typical underachiever behavior: the watching out for ‘signs’ or the taking part in frivolous delusions of this sort- it’s also called coping. It is the eleventh day of July and it feels like the eleventh hour until some event I must complete in order to add more weight to life. I am yet know what this event is.
Very often I have talks with my mother that put the fear of life in me. We tend to reflect on past events and bathe in each other’s future hopes and dreams Mama and I. Following an intense overt reflection she speaks about working towards saving more money, then on how she could use a spa day to release her tension and then on how the current state of the house is starting to embarass her so maybe I could help her pick some paint or new carpets. And myself? Well, I’ll ask where all the time went, then I’ll exclaim that I’m in my twenties and broke and lost and hungry for some of that good pie. I’ll go on about wanting to “make it” really bad and how i need to make money so that I get to live as a rich hippie, writting books and touring. At this point she’ll jump in to remind me that I have been wanting these type of unreachable things for years and I’ll fire back that her list isn’t news either. Soon her words will stab at me because they expose my apparent sameness. There isn’t a thing I would hesitate to give in order to gain some traction, and these conversations with Mama about time obliterate me as I stand. She thinks i embelish the topic of growth more than anyone who wants to live happily should and perhaps I do. My heart takes to a peculiar off beat pound when I realise how much time is speeding and it’s not the pace which gets me but rather the feeling that time is speeding past me instead of with me.
Yet another July has come; the second half is well in motion. Let that sink in as you recall the pacts and promises you made when this year began. And assess carefully if Things were made or chances were ruined. I sincerely hope you’re still keeping at being the individual you aspire to be. And if you’re reading may you recieve only the better kind of luck.