Not that they need much defense, seeing as the “Coalition against Blaxploitation” page was deleted from wikipedia. It seems that fat white people, by way of gavels literal and figurative, have effectively, partially through blaxploitation, completely removed the concept of the black artist from the ’60’s/rock and roll movement. We’ve come to associate African Americans … Read more“Defending the Coalition against Blaxploitation”
People, black and white, all shapes and sizes, embark in and out — lunging, wanting to permeate perfectly amidst the river’s vapors or squall. Young people learn the joys of gregariousness. Money handlers stand at the apex. In their pertinent hands they see criminals locked up, the keys secure, they see babies and toddlers sleeping … Read more“Hurry Up”
Broad Jim was there, reflecting light, as always. We’d make fun of what he did. He had this huge solar panel on his back that was four feet by four feet, he was born with it on there. Then he was always going down this manhole when the sun went down. Though from certain angles, … Read more“Introduction to Broad Jim: A DD Sci-Fi Metamorphosis”
Alcohol. “Liquor store liquor store / Church church liquor store / Gas station Coney Island that’s where all the ni**az go / Only thing you never see is cleaner streets and bigger homes / On the street all I see is church church liquor store / Man it’s pitiful / But I made it through … Read more“A Bit on the Feminist and Alcohol Spectrum”
*In the advanced liner notes of the Crooked Rain, Crooked Rain reissue, the “Elevate Me Later” portion begins: “Elevate Me Later” / An Anti-PC Song Ah, Pavement. Also known as Cave-ment. They’re kinda like donuts, and I’m Homer Simpson. I was just listening to Cave, the former’s Sunday of 2010 Pitchfork colleague, and one … Read more“‘Gold Soundz’: A PC Song”
The last time I was in Chicago, this poster hung on the wall of a train station for something, depicting a “Jazz Festival” that was to take place somewhere around town in a big park, was to cost something like $40, at least, and the poster featured a picture of this colored guy probably close … Read more“Chicago Music, and Other Things”
Schoolboy Q, for all the stardom and accolades he’s received, rightfully so, has a relatively simple point: he does not hate his fellow men. Life for him is not a machinelike battle for pu**y, it’s more than that. I think a lot is said by the tie-died t shirt he dons on the iTunes photograph. … Read more“Schoolboy Q’s ‘Gangsta’: An Ironically Candid Cry”
I once knew this girl out west who was typically dismissive of Modest Mouse, true to hipster form (you either love them or you love yourself too much), and she was all, Yeah, I loved Lonesome Crowded West… in that holier than thou voice… and dammit she was right. The reigning Mouse LP. I know … Read more“Identifying The Lonesome Crowded West Amidst the Larger Discography”
If zen means anything at all, it has directly to do with perceiving everything clearly, and successfully understanding what everything and everyone is, without error. Now, obviously, there’s an ethos flowing through left-wing/rock-and-roll/post-hippie zeitgeist that says, We are all equal, and jiving on the same level, we all have something to offer. I’ll discuss this … Read more“Zen, Toward a Quantifiable Vanquishment of Belligerence”
And I don’t know what that means, But I find everyone all color binded, And there are color binds The face is massaged, And a party’s taken place The martinis are in good stock and, We sleep to tea The super bowl’s happened