Aimer, ce n’est pas se regarder l’un l’austren c’est regrader ensamble dans la meme direction.
As for hip-hop, I only seriously got into it at the end of secondary school. It’s not music that was foreign to me though - MTV Base, The Box, Choice FM they all played it. But I wouldn’t sit and listen and go “oh yeah, that’s hip-hop”. I just liked the sound of it. When I was about thirteen/fourteen years old, my cousins had GTA: Vice City on Playstation 2 and three radio stations I would always listen to were Fever 105, Wave 103 and Emotion 98.3 since those were the ones that played all the music I loved. Kool And The Gang, Teena Marie, The Human League, Spandau Ballet… gold. The first hip-hop tune I really paid attention to though, was probably The Message by Grandmaster Flash. Cruising through the streets of Vice City was a vibe whenever that track played; even if you were going to whack Diaz or doing the odd drive-by on a PCJ 600, that track banged. That or Summer Madness. It’s only in hindsight that I realise just how much of an impact that one game made on my whole life. Weird.
I feel like I’m not doing myself justice by writing such a short post on my journey with music and hip-hop. So many things in my years of living have influenced me. My brother and I would be debating about hip-hop for hours, probably eating jam sandwiches in his mum’s kitchen. Then comes my close friend who introduced me to Lupe Fiasco all those years back after a heated discussion on MSN. Failure will forever be my favourite Lupe tune because of him. Not to mention, my dad and his vinyl player. The first record I ever played on it was Des’ree You Gotta Be and I always got in to trouble - I virtually tore up that 12” maxi! The crackle sound you get when you play vinyl records is one of favourite sounds though. There’s so many people I haven’t mentioned but I am eternally grateful for the music they exposed me to, whether purposefully or not. I owe so much to music simply because it’s given so much to me.
The kids in the playground do not like me…
The kids in the playground do not like me. Just yesterday, we did the “Knock, Knock” joke.
Me: Knock, Knock
They: Who’s there?
Me: You are…
They: You are who?
….The straw that broke the camel’s back.
Me: I am the spawn of sultans and the progeny of princes. So it’s no fault of mine that I crave to be crowned the king. I am the dream, that Martin spoke off, the chair that Rosa sat on, what Malcolm X was shot for. I am the freedom for the negro. See my ancestors and relatives were arrested for the sittings, so it’s in my blood to stand out, cause my DNA is different. It’s not in the color of my skin; it’s in the strength of my soul. I am one to go the distance, until I wear out my sole. I am the stone the builders rejected, succeeded when not expected. I am the ugly duckling that turned to the swan. I am the epitome of a struggle hard to overcome, yet, I’m still the proof that we can overcome. Two phrases my dad told me to erase: “I can’t” and “I don’t know”, they must never come out my face. The first being the defeatist safety grotto, and the second being the ignorance motto. Of the two, the latter is the worse. Cause if you lack knowledge, your life is a curse. So I was subjected to reading and writing every day and switching off the T.V except on the weekends. I had to learn two new words and use them in a sentence. My duty was to know something about everything and everything about something. My parents set me on this path, so blame them if I excel past boundaries. They set me on this trail, but they made me make my choices. I am not the product of my parent’s preferences. I am neither the pigment nor the accent that masks the content of what my substance is. I am not a man whose self worth is proportional to the rating of his outward appearances. I walk with the poise of emperors. I know Nostradamus is a phony, cause he didn’t mention me as the future. See, I have a solid definition of who I am as I have just told you. The more pertinent question is who are you?
Catching Pigs: A Warning to the American People
There was a chemistry professor in a large college that had some
exchange students in the class. One day while the class was in
the lab, the professor noticed one young man, an exchange student,
who kept rubbing his back and stretching as if his back hurt.
The professor asked the young man what was the matter. The student
told him he had a bullet lodged in his back. He had been shot
while fighting communists in his native country who were trying
to overthrow his country’s government and install a new communist
regime.
In the midst of his story, he looked at the professor and asked a
strange question. He asked: Do you know how to catch wild pigs?
The professor thought it was a joke and asked for the punch line.
The young man said that it was no joke. “You catch wild pigs by
finding a suitable place in the woods and putting corn on the ground.
The pigs find it and begin to come every day to eat the free corn.
When they are used to coming every day, you put a fence down one
side of the place where they are used to coming. When they get
used to the fence, they begin to eat the corn again and you put up
another side of the fence.
They get used to that and start to eat again. You continue until
you have all four sides of the fence up with a gate in the last side.
The pigs, which are used to the free corn, start to come through
the gate to eat that free corn again. You then slam the gate on
them and catch the whole herd. Suddenly the wild pigs have lost
their freedom.
They run around and around inside the fence, but they are caught.
Soon they go back to eating the free corn. They are so used to it
that they have forgotten how to forage in the woods for themselves,
so they accept their captivity.”
The young man then told the professor that is exactly what he
sees happening in America. The government keeps pushing us toward
Communism/Socialism and keeps spreading the free corn out in the
form of programs such as supplemental income, tax credit for unearned
income, tax exemptions, tobacco subsidies, dairy subsidies, payments
not to plant crops (CRP), welfare, medicine, drugs, etc. while we
continually lose our freedoms, just a little at a time.
We are energy fields. Supernatural powers are not outside of the human experience, they’re within it. Vibrate higher.
nellesworld asked: 4, 16, 17
4. The 1980’s, 1970’s or 1960’s. I can’t pick between the three lol! I love the New Wave music that came from the eighties, the disco, larger than life glamour of the seventies and the revolution and change of the sixties. Each decade had iconic fashion and music - I grew up on music from these eras so I feel like I should’ve been alive to experience it for real!
16. I speak French fluently and some conversational Spanish. I aim to conquer Italian next… I can’t be a member if the mafia if I don’t speak Italiano, right? LOL
17. I’m passionate about music. I hear some songs and just weep with happiness… It’s the most euphoric and physical experience…. I love it. I could go on forever (literally) about my love for sound. I value my ears so, so much. I pray to God that deafness never befalls me, simply because I’d be so lost without my ears. I’d be dead if I couldn’t hear music!
Untitled.
I have so much to say
If I say it all
Will you listen?
Spare me a moment or two
As a I draw back the curtains
In my mind
And let a glow through
These windows I disguise
As my eyes
I used to believe that hiding behind my ugliness
Was the best thing to do
Until I realised
That there’s beauty in
Darkness too.
The lovesick moon pulls a tide.
