Who knew?
Grime is a great new style of music coming out of East London. Check out grime and one of the revolutionary artists at these sites.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Grime
http://pitchforkmedia.com/interviews/r/rascal_dizzee-05/
Its sick.
"inside outside raw raw raw
too many men talk blah blah blah"
camping till monday
Wednesday, June 29, 2005
Friday, June 24, 2005
Sunday, June 19, 2005
Pittsford oh Pittsford
I was waiting for a ride after work tonight. It was like 10 something at night. I’m in Pittsford mind you, rich, upper class, good-to-do Pittsford. So im waiting and I hear some loud hard core Spanish reggae being blasted from a car somewhere nearby. The sound was kind of distant and It dident take me by surprised because there’s quite a few city folk who work at the store. As the sound faded away is disregarded it altogether, content that it made me feel at home in a foreign and unfamiliar place. But, jump for joy, the comforting music quietly returned. In the distance I mistook it for a black car. I could hear it coming closer and closer. 'aahh' I thought 'come to me, massage my sore sore Pittsford spoiled mind'
So this black car rode up, turned the corner in the parking lot and drove off. I swore this satisfying music would be birthed from a car with that appearance. My belief must of been wrong for as the nice, low riding black car drove past the sound remained in the distance. This puzzled me. I always associated good music with a good car. Today my presumptions would change.
As I said, the black car passed. I’m sure the drivers thought I was a strange boy, just leaning against the video return box with a look of shock, disbelief, and confusion.
Now a quick background on spanish reggae. Not too many people listen to this style of music. This only place to really get the good stuff is from Arab run corner stores, in the heart of the hood. Consequently its generally only listened too in the ghetto of the ghetto. I have never ever seen it or heard it listened to on a real cd, always some mix tape pirated on a common computer. No one, unless they speak Spanish, knows the poor (broke) artists name. They just know its Spanish reggae, it makes them move, and the beat is raw and sick. This being said it is kinda of a underground style. Its getting bigger and more popular no doubt and like all good music it will surely become ruined by POPularity. But not right now. Its currently fresh and on fire. (for a quick history on Spanish reggae go to http://www.harlemlive.org/arts-culture/religion/rootsofspanishreggae/rootsofspanishreggae.html its basically reggae spoken in Spanish)
K
I was eager to find the source of the body moving music. In mid thought a more appropriate looking vehicle approached. It was a nice 1999 or 2000 mini van. The van was a metallic green and the front hood was all white, like it got into a accident and needed a new one. From this suburbia mobile came the source of the mystifying music. It passed me, both front windows open, driven by a gruff but well dressed 38-43 year old man. What I witness was spanish reggae...being played...out of a mini van...in Pittsford. The guy drove around a little, found a parking spot, went in did his shopping, and im sure he drove back home blasting the music for all pittsford-ians to hear. I couldn’t help but quietly laugh out loud.
I have seen some crazy things, but that experience rocked my concept of social structure eternally. I don’t know who the heck that guy was, but if I ever wanted to be closely associated with a suburban it would be that man.
PS some of that story was fictional. I dont hate pittsford. I AM closely associated with suburban ppl.
So this black car rode up, turned the corner in the parking lot and drove off. I swore this satisfying music would be birthed from a car with that appearance. My belief must of been wrong for as the nice, low riding black car drove past the sound remained in the distance. This puzzled me. I always associated good music with a good car. Today my presumptions would change.
As I said, the black car passed. I’m sure the drivers thought I was a strange boy, just leaning against the video return box with a look of shock, disbelief, and confusion.
Now a quick background on spanish reggae. Not too many people listen to this style of music. This only place to really get the good stuff is from Arab run corner stores, in the heart of the hood. Consequently its generally only listened too in the ghetto of the ghetto. I have never ever seen it or heard it listened to on a real cd, always some mix tape pirated on a common computer. No one, unless they speak Spanish, knows the poor (broke) artists name. They just know its Spanish reggae, it makes them move, and the beat is raw and sick. This being said it is kinda of a underground style. Its getting bigger and more popular no doubt and like all good music it will surely become ruined by POPularity. But not right now. Its currently fresh and on fire. (for a quick history on Spanish reggae go to http://www.harlemlive.org/arts-culture/religion/rootsofspanishreggae/rootsofspanishreggae.html its basically reggae spoken in Spanish)
K
I was eager to find the source of the body moving music. In mid thought a more appropriate looking vehicle approached. It was a nice 1999 or 2000 mini van. The van was a metallic green and the front hood was all white, like it got into a accident and needed a new one. From this suburbia mobile came the source of the mystifying music. It passed me, both front windows open, driven by a gruff but well dressed 38-43 year old man. What I witness was spanish reggae...being played...out of a mini van...in Pittsford. The guy drove around a little, found a parking spot, went in did his shopping, and im sure he drove back home blasting the music for all pittsford-ians to hear. I couldn’t help but quietly laugh out loud.
I have seen some crazy things, but that experience rocked my concept of social structure eternally. I don’t know who the heck that guy was, but if I ever wanted to be closely associated with a suburban it would be that man.
PS some of that story was fictional. I dont hate pittsford. I AM closely associated with suburban ppl.
Tuesday, June 14, 2005
Sunday, June 12, 2005
Wednesday, June 08, 2005
Its a song
looked in your eyes
pretended to grin
said that I love you
and your my best friend
told you trust me
until the end
till death do us part
that was the start
but im leaving
(I told you I would never lie)
sorry but im leaving
sorry my dear...
-Pigeon John
Emily
Dont take it to heart
pretended to grin
said that I love you
and your my best friend
told you trust me
until the end
till death do us part
that was the start
but im leaving
(I told you I would never lie)
sorry but im leaving
sorry my dear...
-Pigeon John
Emily
Dont take it to heart
Monday, June 06, 2005
No more grey lines
Connect:
"People try to figure out who they are by finding themselves in other people."
-JJ
"Why do you look at the speck of sawdust in your brother's eye and pay no attention to the plank in your own eye? How can you say to your brother, 'Let me take the speck out of your eye,' when all the time there is a plank in your own eye? You hypocrite, first take the plank out of your own eye, and then you will see clearly to remove the speck from your brother's eye."
-Prince of Peace
"People save the whales while killing our children."
-Guest Dude
"There no more gray lines, either you with Jesus or your not. Either your souls going to heaven or the pit of Hell is where you rot. There no more gray lines..."
-Cory Red
"People try to figure out who they are by finding themselves in other people."
-JJ
"Why do you look at the speck of sawdust in your brother's eye and pay no attention to the plank in your own eye? How can you say to your brother, 'Let me take the speck out of your eye,' when all the time there is a plank in your own eye? You hypocrite, first take the plank out of your own eye, and then you will see clearly to remove the speck from your brother's eye."
-Prince of Peace
"People save the whales while killing our children."
-Guest Dude
"There no more gray lines, either you with Jesus or your not. Either your souls going to heaven or the pit of Hell is where you rot. There no more gray lines..."
-Cory Red
Once more
What a crazy life.
Its been busy, tragic, heart breaking, heart warming. All of that.
My junior year in high school is almost over. A couple more weeks until I taste the summer that bring sleep.
I will miss some of those seniors, but such is life. I think I got used to ppl leaving. Well stay in touch. Right seniors?
That violin player has a new job and we are working around his schedule to practice. Im filling in for my brothers band this Saturday night at 9 for some cool little...thing. That will be fun. Got two school concerts coming up. Working on that studio, slowly but surely.
and so
Its been busy, tragic, heart breaking, heart warming. All of that.
I will try to update more, soon.
Its been busy, tragic, heart breaking, heart warming. All of that.
My junior year in high school is almost over. A couple more weeks until I taste the summer that bring sleep.
I will miss some of those seniors, but such is life. I think I got used to ppl leaving. Well stay in touch. Right seniors?
That violin player has a new job and we are working around his schedule to practice. Im filling in for my brothers band this Saturday night at 9 for some cool little...thing. That will be fun. Got two school concerts coming up. Working on that studio, slowly but surely.
and so
Its been busy, tragic, heart breaking, heart warming. All of that.
I will try to update more, soon.
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