Watching this clip is like seeing a reel of a vintage negro league game featuring WILLIE MAYS and HENRY AARON. The two masters put it down this evening.
Put it in the atmosphere if you got some. My boy hooked me up with a few bottles of that “Epiphany” a/k/a the piffy piff so I am about to turn out the lights on this side.
See ya’ when I see ya’.
Respecting the genius of the man JOHN COLTRANE all day today. Cleaning my apartment and thinking about what the future holds for the kid that refuses to grow old.
‘Naima’ is a tribute to his wife. He loved and appreciated the woman who saw him through the demons of drug addiction, alcoholism and depression. She understood his mission was that he was a messenger from the one who has no name and many names. The lifebringer to the universe. Dig COLTRANE and respect his grind.
Peace.
YouTube is the truth.
I didn’t really know JOHN COLTRANE until an English professor of mine handed me a CD called ‘Giant Steps’ after I had written a poem about Harlem and jazz. There was an avant garde Hip-Hop party in the city called Giant Steps and they would feature live bands from time to time. Back then I was enrolled in the school of architecture at City College. The English class in creative writing was an elective I had chosen to fill my schedule. I don’t think I ever took writing seriously before that class and this professor would not be bothered with students who did not take their craft seriously. He told us a story about how JOHN COLTRANE slept with his saxophone on a chair beside him and how he was prone to wake up in the middle of the night and just begin playing the horn because he had a vision in his sleep. No longer addicted to alcohol or heroin, COLTRANE was obsessive about his music.
JOHN COLTRANE played the saxophone like his very existence depended on it. I should say that he worked his saxophone because for COLTRANE there was no play involved. Listening to him reminds me of why I have been writing my story. I recognize that my time here is limited and finite. There are so many people that I need to thank and praise for helping me realize my humanity. I’m still not sure if I will have the chance to thank them all. I will use my writing as my gift from AUM to give thanks for this life I have lived.
83 years young today.
The COLTRANE Festival is on and popping at Columbia University’s WKCR 89.9fm (NYC)
Internets geeks can stream the audio from here.
Who the hell thought being a Martian was some fly shit? We don’t even know if there are any advantages to being a Martian either other than being pwn3d by Bugs Bunny.
For my money, I’d rather be a robot or a man on the moon. Being a man on the moon just gained some more exclusivity too since the famed lunar walk in 1969 may not have actually happened. Let’s all be honest and admit that after looking at the picture of Lil’ Wang giving Baby a close-eyed mouth to mouth kiss the planet these two are coming from is prA’li Uranus. [ll].
*rimshot*
Super-uber [ll] to rimshots.
I was fuxing with Kid Cudi from the start. Back in 2007 the song ‘Day N-Nite’ was the hipster trip-Hop anthem of the summer. The Crookers remix was mah sheeet. It was a quirky rap song that made me smile. Rap doesn’t have to be so angry all the time. Sometimes it can be introspective, or reflective or simple. Simple as that.
Simple As…
On the first listen of the Kid Cudi album I wanted to say that this joint was 808’s Deux, but after a few spins I want to call this joint the continuation of Graduation. Grad school, if you will. Cudi is the carefree MSAT. It’s like getting a grad degree by doing a thesis on what happens when you get hopped up on psychedelic drugs and stare at a Takashi Murakami painting for 12 straight hours. I remember being on mushrooms and watching the Home Shopping Network for an entire day. I nearly bought about fifty fugazi gold chains. Because they were REALLY golden looking.
Mr.Solo Dolo
The Man On The Moon isn’t about making bad decisions while your high. You won’t be mouf kissing your mentor (who you also call your daddy), instead you will be looking inside of your soul for who you want to be in this life. Kid Cudi reminds me of myself because he is like the kid that doesn’t need anyone else on the planet to validate who he wants to be. Ultimately he is a loner who just touches down for a short while to connect with his peeps and then he blasts off again. The music from The Man On The Moon is that intergalactic punk funk that Common was looking to create for his last album.
Enter Galactic (Love Connection pt.1)
Common does a great job narrating the album like a tourguide through the Kid Cudi mental motherboard similar to the character that guided Bill & Ted through their most historical travels. The album is dope future sounds. It isn’t for the didactic boom bap dinosaur rap fan. If you are a Robot x Roofies rap fan like me then you will enjoy this CD. The production from Plain Pat, Emile, RATATAT and of course ‘Ye Tudda is all cohesive for this project. New Millenial New Wave rap never sounded better. There won’t be another CD this genuinely eclectic or incredibly esoteric in a long time. After all, it has taken 40 years to put someone else back on the moon.
Up Up & Away
Endnote: This project had me the second I saw the cover art from Bill Sienkiewicz.
