Friday, 31 October 2014

TGIF - Summer Love

This is such a beautiful song, perfect Friday morning tune.  It's a warm-ish day, I felt like some smooth jazzy vibe to work to. Paul Hardcastle's "Summer Love" is that sultry joint, speaks volumes of innocent love, abandon, yearning, honest sentiments. Sort of thing you'd hear in a lounge bar. 



I've not listened to anything by the artist since his seminal joint "19".  Didn't even know dude was still alive (lol! I love saying that).  The years have taken nothing from Paul Hardcastle's production chops, and I can even hear where the Chill Trap boys get their influence from.  I heard the song off this Mixcloud Tape (track #4 in the playlist) .. enjoy .. and whatever you do, have a lovely Friday.  Oh yeah, don't drink too much.



Hey!!! How could I have forgotten to post the song 19!@*?  Here it is

Sunday, 26 October 2014

Loving You Was Like A Party

I'm really loving Marlena Shaw's music. I've rewound "Loving You Was Like A Party" like 5 times today.  She has a way with lyrics I don't hear much these days in Soul music



Between her anthology CD and this Afrobeat remix project disc my current choice of music while driving is mad limited.  Sometimes little choice is a good thing.

Off the Afrobeat remix joint Bonobo's remix of Honny & the Bees "Psychedelic Woman" is the shit.  braaaaap! Ghana special! Chale! move ya ting abeg!




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Officers face possible action over blasting out rap song

Two police officers who blasted out a rap song from their Essex patrol car late at night could face disciplinary action, the force has confirmed. An investigation was started after a film was posted on YouTube showing the car in Chelmsford with KRS-One's Sound Of Da Police being played.

 A senior officer is to decide if action will be taken against the officers. A spokesman said the two officers had been identified for a report on their "behaviour and activity".






Time Is Illmatic

Time is Illmatic, keep static like wool fabric



Great, great documentary about the making of Nas's Illmatic, a piece of Urban Poetry, a work of art that will forever remain the very definition of the music genre/lifestyle that is Hip Hop.  Put illmatic against many of today's albums and it body's them all - sonically, lyrically, cohesive.  Showing at the ICA (do reach if time permits, tickets prices are good) in London, possibly other places, it was a Saturday night well spent, educating and remembering why I spun this album like a million times in 1994.  The closest work in my mind to hit me sonically and lyrically was A Tribe Called Quest's Midnight Marauders.


"For the rest of your life know that you are a King"

Nas's intelligence always came across in his music, but to hear him speak, reflect on losses and gains that inspired him was confirmation of his uniqueness.  It was much more than a celebration and appreciation of an album.  It was also a commentary on 80s and 90s inner city New York and America at large, it's extreme social ills that defined and inspired a whole generation of Urban kids to break away and form an alternative to the quo.


"I sip the Dom P, watching Gandhi til I'm charged
Then writing in my book of rhymes, all the words past the margin
To hold the mic I'm throbbin', mechanical movement
Understandable smooth shit that murderers move with
The thief's theme - play me at night, they won't act right
The fiend of hip-hop has got me stuck like a crack pipe
The mind activation, react like I'm facing
Time like Pappy Mason, with pens I'm embracing
Wipe the sweat off my dome, spit the phlegm on the streets
Suede Timbs on my feet makes my cipher complete
Whether cruising in a Six cab or Montero Jeep
I can't call it; the beats make me falling asleep
I keep falling, but never falling six feet deep
I'm out for presidents to represent me (say what?)
I'm out for presidents to represent me (say what?)
I'm out for dead presidents to represent me"


"A baby's being born at the same time a man's being murdered the beginning and end"



"Rappers, I monkey flip 'em with the funky rhythm I be kickin'
Musician, inflictin' composition of pain
I'm like Scarface sniffin' cocaine
Holding an M16, see with the pen I'm extreme, now
Bullet holes left in my peepholes
I'm suited up in street clothes, hand me a nine and I'll defeat foes
Y'all know my steelo with or without the airplay
I keep some E&J, sitting bent up in the stairway
Or either on the corner betting Grants with the cee-lo champs
Laughing at baseheads tryna sell some broken amps
G-packs get off quick, forever niggas talk shit
Reminiscing about the last time the Task Force flipped
Niggas be running through the block shootin'
Time to start the revolution, catch a body, head for Houston
Once they caught us off-guard, the Mac-10 was in the grass and
I ran like a cheetah with thoughts of an assassin
Pick the Mac up, told brothers, "Back up," the Mac spit
Lead was hittin' niggas, one ran – I made him backflip
Heard a few chicks scream, my arm shook, couldn't look
Gave another squeeze, heard it click, "Yo, my shit is stuck"
Try to cock it, it wouldn't shoot, now I'm in danger
Finally pulled it back and saw three bullets caught up in the chamber
So now I'm jetting to the building lobby
And it was full of children probably couldn't see as high as I be
(So what you sayin'?) It's like the game ain't the same
Got younger niggas pulling the triggers bringing fame to their name
And claim some corners, crews without guns are goners
In broad daylight, stickup kids – they run up on us
45's and gauges, Macs, in fact
Same niggas will catch a back-to-back, snatching your cracks in black
There was a snitch on the block getting niggas knocked
So hold your stash 'til the coke price drop
I know this crackhead who said she's got to smoke nice rock
And if it's good, she'll bring you customers in measuring pots
But yo, you gotta slide on a vacation, inside information
Keeps large niggas erasin' and their wives basin'
It drops deep as it does in my breath
I never sleep, cause sleep is the cousin of death
Beyond the walls of intelligence, life is defined
I think of crime when I'm in a New York state of mind"

Saturday, 25 October 2014

Dialectically speaking over Kung-Fu breaks

It's everywhere in our consciousness, the drivers of our thoughts and processes, the foundation of new positions, new views.  Communism vs. Capitalism, Liberal vs. Conservative, Left vs. Right, Spiritual vs. Atheist.  Religion vs. The State, Sensuality vs overt Eroticism.  Social Contract vs. Complete autonomy from Government.  And sometimes Right vs. Far-Right (Tories vs. UKIP?).

God vs. Devil?

Very simply put, the Hegelian Dialectic is a philosophical process to resolve intractable arguments.  Thesis, Antithesis and the synthesis.  And from the resultant synthesis a new position is formed, and on and on it goes ...  The video below does a good job of explaining this



I remember a story a friend told me about his teenage years, about his father taking drastic measures to get him off cigarettes, make him sick of it.  His Dad locked him in a room with two packets, insisting he must smoke them all.  I was amused by the story, but puzzled too at his father's methods

"But why didn't he simply get you Nicotine patches???"

My comment was the perfect antithesis to his Dad's approach.  But what would have been a possible synthesis of our two positions?  It's like the Ebola crisis.  One school says (extremely) isolate the crisis countries, let the disease peter out, another says no, we must create a vaccine.



Another interesting example of Hegel's Dialectic.  A heated argument, Lauryn Hill vs. Jeru The Damaja.  You know what, they both right, relatively (racial perception relative right?), and at the end the Compere, Crazy Sam, demands the synthesis.

:-) Don't worry, it's all related, I ain't off on one...

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It's still Black History Month so it's always good to dig into the origins.  Back in Nigeria, when I was at University, 19 years old and eager as hell, I attended a Martial Arts institute.  The Sensei told us first and foremost Martial Arts was African in origin, explaining and demonstrating the ancient Goju system from Sudan, Egypt etc.  It sounded very radical and kinda wrong to us, especially to kids raised on a diet of Bruce Lee and Shaw Brothers Shaolin kung fu flicks.

Was he right? Watch the documentaries :~))





The bond to the African consciousness and it's diaspora was never extinguished by slavery and opression, as the Capoeira video showed.  And it still lives on.  Hip Hop and Martial Arts! Ah men! :~))) see what I did? had to take it there...


I went to see Afu Ra in some club in Ladbrooke Grove, must've been like Y2K or some time around that. Astounding show, banging beats and rhymes, impromptu martial arts displays. Yup, Afu banged on about it's African origins too.  

Afu Ra and Jeru The DamajaWu Tang Clan, represented a 90s renaissance of conscious Hip Hop with that discipline and hard street edge.  We were on it.




Afu on his Reggae ting with Gentleman. Boom choon!



"I, leap over lies in a single bound, who are you? The Black Prophet".  damn, still get goose bumps from those opening bars.  Jeru was on fire, beefing with Puff Daddy and Biggie on their materialistic ways.

Funny story I once went to see Jeru in concert, and on the way, stopped at a McDonalds for a bite. Who do I bump into there? Jeru! I was thinking "This brother surely can't be eating a Big Mac?".  We gave each other a pound, some small talk.  He notices me staring at his burger.  He points to it "Fish Fillet".  We both burst out laughing.  Cool Brethren.


Thursday, 23 October 2014

Mobo Awards 2014

The Mobo awards, gaggle of white winners and mixed race/racially ambiguous presenters and performers. OK, I'm being wicked (Mel. B ain't gonna age gracefully, I don't care what you think) .. but .. but .. where di the black people dey?

#multiculturismwhatever. So, yeah, a fair question? discuss

http://www.bbc.co.uk/newsbeat/29735457

http://www.independent.co.uk/arts-entertainment/music/news/jess-glynne-hits-out-at-ridiculous-criticism-of-white-artists-nominated-for-mobo-awards-9810566.html



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Wednesday, 22 October 2014

She watch Channel Zero

Am I getting old or something?

I was watching Channel AKA (formerly Channel U), the UK music station once famed for it's grime and UK G innovative output, and commented to the wife that there is (seemed) a distinct lack of conscious music on the TV music scene.  Have the corporates taken over that deep?  I remember Channel U used to showcase acts you'd never hear on the radio or see on TV.  It's was raggo and semi-professional in parts, but it was pure street.  You heard the youth and got their story.  Maybe I need to watch the channel more, there's probably still the shows I used to watch.


We'd been watching news reports on the regenerated spinal cells, Oscar Pistorius, Ebola, ISIS, UKIP, worldly stuff.  Shit to make you think.  Channel AKKA just showed fluff upon full upon fluff, Nicki Minaj, Lil Wayne, Ciara (ain't she like dead or some shit?), throwaway beats and poor song writing.  I lie, there was the one conscious tune, Eminem's Mosh.  Imagine that?  It just seemed ... I don't know.  Where are the English/UK crews?  Blanket wall-to-wall American RnB fluff.  But see, even at their most hardcore rappers like Biggie and Tupac always had a message for the youth, shit to make even a grown-up think.  Even the RnB crew had that angsty shit in their music, yes Love but real life too.

Sigh.  I'm getting old lol. Waiting for the Healthy, Wealthy and Wise bit..

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Hahahaha!  I just realized what my two Sons have been singing around the house the last 3 days.  German Whip!  You know?! Whatever next.  My oldest (11 years) has been walking around the house mumbling "See Man driving a German Whip".  I asked him if he knew what a whip was.  Didn't have a clue.  Then I saw this video last night loooooool!  Raaaaah.  The Internets will definitely kill us.

Monday, 20 October 2014

I fear therefore I am

Ever switched away from a TV channel because a horror movie was about to come on? Ever been afraid to change jobs?  Ever feared travelling to a foreign country? Perhaps scared of being eaten by the savages? Scared of Africa? Ever felt digi when squeezed into a lift or getting on a packed rush-hour train? Broken out in cold sweat at the sight of a needle or an envelope containing your test results? Fearful of failure? Fear of dying?



I've tried to confront my fear of the unknown on numerous occasions, sometimes successfully, sometimes failing miserably at the first attempt.  My first memory of fear was the fear of Mathematics.  I struggled at it till my dad put me in Maths boot camp one summer, threatening me with all sorts if "You don't get it!!!".   Thankfully I did, annoyed with myself for taking so long.  Maybe it was mental paralysis.  Now I teach everyone else Maths.

Igbo people have a saying "One doesn't avoid engaging in war because of the fear of being shot".  It's basically means you must confront your fears because there is a real need to do so.  Imagine if Martin Luther King or Mandela let the fear of confinement or death decide their actions?

As I got older I started to get a better handle on the rational and irrational, fearful only of things for which I had no reference point or of stuff beyond my control (is anything really ever beyond one's control?).  Still, irrationally, I change channels when a horror movie comes on, but stand firm when threatened by a bully (who may actually harm me).  Fear of Hollywood Ghosts and imaginary Alien Monsters?  Never makes sense.

And you?

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I like to consider myself a Hip Hop Aficionado, a connoisseur of the four elements - Emceein'. Deejayin', Graffiti and Breakin'.  At one point I used to live and breathe Hip Hop, a focal point in my teenage years.  One person who was always my point of reference was Kris Parker a.k.a KRS-ONE (Knowledge Reigns Supreme Over Nearly Everybody), the Emcee's Emcee, the Teacha.



The years have not tarnished his rep and as a motivational speaker he is without peer.  I've listened to many Black History Month lectures but this moved and resonated deeply.  I remembered why this man remains my favourite emcee.

Erotique Noire: Undress the Mind ...

Black Erotica


Black Erotica
black erotica
Black Erotica




Saturday, 18 October 2014

The Truth Is Out There

The Truth is problematic, inconvenient. So we skirt round it, pretend it's not there, justify shit, suppress it by force, zombify/drug-up ourselves to forget its there. Paralysis.  I should know.

But there are questions one must ask, answers one must seek.  Some way to make sense of the immediate and surrounding, develop tools analyze the lessons from the past, avoid the same mistakes in the future.  Agent Mulder wasn't crazy after all.



When most people know the truth, they commonly ask one question "What Can I do?"

Friday, 17 October 2014

TGIF - Jesus Pagan: Get Your Whiskey On!

Had "Pura Candela" by Whiskey Barons on repeat! Those hand claps? Pow!  If I was a DJ I'd be whipping this out like past midnight

TGIF



followed straight by this big choon from my Igbo Boy Patoranking .. #WhaYaSay?





Love the original video still, got a deep storyline running through it. Why some women get caught up and remain for so long in domestic abuse shit? I once got told by a friend that one of my boys was mad abusive to his girl.  But the times I saw them together it didn't seem so, they were all hug-up and kiss up.  But there were signs.  Finally she called me one night, sounding battered, crying and shit.  I was mad and said I'll step in but she was like no, no, it will pass, blah.  I was like when he's killed your claat right? So why did you call me then?  

Stockholm Syndrome smh

right I'm done vid posting. but this is too hot

phone zombies b/w weaponized viruses b/w tgif b/w wtf?!

I did feel a sense of loss when my spanking new(-ish) diamond encrusted, top-of-the-range Samsung GS4 mobile phone crapped out as I was just making moves Saturday night.  must have been the old Gods warning nigguz to go home; but nigguz never listen.  Everything slowed down to matrix time as the phone slipped from my fingers.  It's like that scene from the movie X-Men: Days of Future Past ...



Best scene in my opinion.  Don't forget to buy a copy from the DVD guy, Ming, hangs around in the McDonalds car park.

You feel cut off and very isolated, no SMS, no WhatsApp, no morning "as-I-iron-school-shirts" listens to BBC World Service on the iPlayer App, can't look at copulating couples on Tumblr App (I know, I'm a f**kin' pervert), can't check Train/Bus times, can't check the weather, can't call my Son to see if he got to school OK, can't call the wife to see if she needs anything.  Can't do lots of things.

Quite when I completely handed my life over to my phone I don't know.  But ... it has been crazy refreshing.  Sure, I could easily find an old phone and pop the SIM card in but I've chosen not to.

In short I've been forced to stop being a Phone Zombie.  A species I know so well.  I'm forever braking hard on and ducking around phone zombies when I cycle across London.  Women are the worse, they look you dead in the eye as you bear down on a road corner, acknowledge you(-ish), turn back to their phones, step into the road anyway.  Some neuron connections missing.  Don't worry ain't killed no ladies yet, my trusty bell doing to a job of clearing the road, evil grin as I watch their startled jump-out-of-skin expressions.  Muthafucka! get out the way!

*ring! ring! ring! ring!*

I complain but, hands up, I have been guilty of some irritable, impatient, irrational cycling decisions, trying to cut in through ridiculously small spaces, beating or running the traffic lights etc.  I almost killed this Indian gentleman a few weeks ago, didn't see the dude until the very last second. Gripped my brakes harder than I've ever squeezed on a horny chick's bottom (dude! jeez man! stop drooling! wipe your mouth!).


Thankfully I'd fixed my brakes the weekend before.  I can't say I've seen someone hit by a bicycle before.. wouldn't be fatal or anything like that, right?

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Yeah boy! Nas documentary, shit gotta be watched.  Nah Ming ain't selling this, you gotta go ICA, the Ritzy in Brixton or some place for this


A Look Inside Nas: Time Is Illmatic from dress code on Vimeo.

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Did I mentioned weaponized viruses in the blog title? OK, a bit cynical of me. Informative yet tragic ...


Ebola: A Poem For The Living (Pidgin) from United Methodist Communications on Vimeo.


I remember watching Season Two of the Channel 4 series "Utopia" (still available on the Channel 4 website), just when the Ebola crisis was hotting up.  This particular scene from Episode 4 caught my attention.  Would the US or some other shadowy agency intentionally release Ebola?  Some fucked-the-fucked-up Eugenics programme?  A pretext to get everyone to take a vaccine? Disseminate a virus that will kill a large proportion of Earth's population?  OK, I'm straying into conspiracy theory grey area.  But I remember the bird flu pandemic and how they were fobbing off that drug on everyone.  The response was too rapid, almost like instant, drugs at the ready.  Didn't feel right.  I routinely refuse to let myself or my kids get injected with shit.  I remember when my wife was pregnant the nurse advised her to take some injection or the other.  I was like and what exactly for? Nurse didn't really know, said it was a new Government guideline.  These people, smh ..

So they say it's fruit bats, migrating from the Congo .. but if so, how come no African countries between Congo and Guinea had Ebola infestations????  Doesn't add up, but then again nothing adds up.  From Islamic Caliphates to Ebola, someone or something is pulling the strings. And they definitely hate Kush people

Only Allah knows what our world is coming too ..



TGIF x

Wednesday, 15 October 2014

Flames

Chris Brown feat. Usher and Rick Rozay.  Lovely choon, very cool video.  Kinda miss R&B like this.  I swear, I thought Usher was dead or something.



Dang! Alexandra Burke is so f**king sexy! Love the black number she's rocking at the end. And Dr. Sid? Dude moving from strength to strength, I remember first hearing him on some random mixtape back in Y2K12. Very nice

The Weeknd Is Gone

Been in a mellowed mood the last few days, what with the incessant London rain, bunnin' an 8th bag of High Grade, large Rizla paper, incense stick after incense stick, ChromeCast, copious amounts of hours spent watching Vice News on YouTube.  Vice is one of those YouTube channels I stumbled across on a random jaunt, I think I was searching for Liberian news stuff.  I've been hooked ever since.  Need to get back into a proper functioning mode, cut back on the Sensi still, the good herb is messing with my sleeping pattern.  It's served my reflections well but I need to deal with the real world.



Had a crazy weekend fuelled with Guinness, bacardi and coke, shenanigans, a few hours of sleep in between.  Had to pinch myself the next day, hard to believe how some of it went down, shit already too vague in my hung over head.  I was that drunk and out of it.  Savage in the pursuit of happiness.  The fear is that one becomes too beholden to one's impulses and desires, emotionless and without consideration for others. blind.  Had a great time, ain't complaining .. but ... yeah .. gotta rein in .. the red pill?  #moderation #therapy


Interesting bit on Friday, went to a party in Wembley, some place called Crystal Clubs, friend's 50th birthday.  Bumped into one of the ladies from the church, last place I expected to see her.  She was going in with the dances, Azonto, Sekem, proper brocking the moves, very sexy (my alcohol addled mind sees everything as sexy).  We chatted and danced and she was grinding all over me, weird(ish) considering that the last time I saw her she was assisting with Holy Communion duties.  At 2am she made her excuses and left, something about morning mass.

I am so heathen I don't even remember church anymore (doesn't help that I can shake my fixed sin mode).

Right done with the sombre blog post tone. Just had a brethren call me, passed his M.A in Computing and a very happy guy.  I talked him into doing it a couple of years ago and it's more than worth it.  An M.A is never an easy pursuit, much harder when you are older, have to juggle family and life stuff.  Oh yeah, a very large big up to you too, but I always knew you'd make it, especially with a decent merit . hope you had a good celebration :~) .. one day, God willing

Philosoraptor wonders ...

Gotta love the philosoraptor :~)

Is Asexuality A Sexual Orientation?

Wednesday, 8 October 2014

It Seems It's Raining In London

Feeling this Chill Trap tune, "The Seems" by Scottish Lad Sam Gellaitry and Connor Pearson.  Seems an original song, most chill trap I've heard have been remixes.

Nice


Bonus Track