Yeah. SQUAshed Chips on the floor// water on the dry stones, stars in the blue. LAST night business. Finish how we RAN. Lean freestyles. Excuse idiocy and accent. Lean collages –
[a plan is hatched to give EACH of these things to a DJ and get them to do inspired mixes./ I know . How arty farty. Heatwave=focus Rubbish=ghost FRENZY+depression]]
Every headlight is a bus here, Cows and cigarette smoke – Rain on the plastic bus stop, Yellow grass creeps round the corner. I wonder if I will ever know that this is real and the concrete lies.
Enlightenment is man’s emergence from his self-imposed immaturity. Immaturity is the inability to use one’s understanding without guidance from another. This immaturity is self-imposed not in lack of understanding, but in lack of resolve and courage to use it without guidance from another. Sapere Aude! [dare to know] “Have courage to use you own understanding!” ---That is the motto of enlightenment. Immaunuel Cunt.
The worst thing is – in real life we are fucked. We have been born into this place were each of us is a lonely soldier and we must buy the dress from H&M, listen to the album – walk this way, fit into these tyre tracks and ask not where we are going, just walk on, lad. We have this immensely complex thing to do when we go into school every day, and we have to paint a picture of ourselves - this is me, good morning. Let me filter the whirlwind in my head and display what is currently in vogue, let me say what should be said, just look at me and value me in return. But the exchange rate is poor child, we all know that and battles for oil will fuck you up, strong currency can dive and soon you have nothing but dry leaves and the tipex writing on you corduroy rucksack. We are here – yes. This is where people have struggled for years, so I heard. Now we decide that more is needed – please simplify me more, I don’t need those facial expressions or that vocal tone, forget my skin – I was board of it anyway. I don’t need sound of background hum to fill the space. Lets squash it flat. I propose a website. We have them all set up already. It makes sense to represent ourselves that way, flat screen, flat magazine, flat adverts – just squash yourself into the internet my friends – you will be the thing in front of you, no more tiresome understanding of yourself because the box is made for you – just type the music here, the TV here, the films here. Post the photos here and you can just select the ones which fit the image that you reach for, squash it down, cut it out, rearrange it. Add friends, chase the numbers, you may find some peace soon, forget the feeling that your locked outside it all, live inside the hope of messages, daydream profile views, stroke the flat screen shadow of yourself.
On monday I bought some peanuts from WHSmiths in Sheffield train station. The floor had just been cleaned and they were playing christmas hits on repeat. Towards the end of 'All I want for christmas' I was served by a young woman in a blue uniform. She did not look happy.
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I'm having a party on the 20th, in Hackney Wick. The heatwave will be playing and DJ rubbish + Mc Nomad (Rinse). I talked to my friend Ruby today who is doing stilt walking for the night : we decided that we are going to go for a kind of post-apocalyptic christmas carnival vibe. Not sure who reads this brain melt, but if theres anyone out there.... reach.
This ones a musical update affair. These are the terrible bits of sound i have been playing alot. Some recent, some kind of old. Some decent quality, most very poor.
If you are feeling it then buy it.
Dj Q - Get MAD. This one totally fucked up reflective on Friday. Maybe the biggest hype other than this one song some woman sang live. I think its called Heartbroken. Only joking. Of course its called Heartbroken! Its really famous at the moment. The song is on Dj q's myspace and I believe that Bonez is on the mic. Also check the flex remix on there if you have'nt heard it yet. Its a banger.
Calm Down ft. Doctor - Cotti. I have heard this song out a few times and Plastician plays it on his show regularly. I think its good. I don't usually like vocoders much at all, but in this one I think it works allright. I think I dig the content, although its one of those ones when its hard to work out if he is saying "Calm down - you are not a real badman. I am." or just "Calm down. Generally." Its a big difference. Regardless, nice song. CHEck myspace etc.
Smasher - Back in the day pt 2. I like this Smasher tune aswell, although Its probebly pretty old. He definatly turned on his sampler that day. myspace.
Skepta - Inna Corner. Finally, from the Skepta album - Inna corner. Really good. Really really good. On a big sound system... great.
This was a painting i did for my friend called tom. Its for his bedroom wall. Its not that great but it was done with bingo pens. Good times.
This photo is why i don't like university life. The sign kind of epitomises my feelings about halls. Burbage. That is like the bleakest word i ever heard.
It doesn’t matter which way it works. There is so much madness to listen to – its unlikely that you coincide unless its the magic times when we all sing in tune, when we all buy the album, when we discuss each track and the way it fades out or the saxophone.
I think most of us are in the grit with ours knees wet, sieving though a valley of gold – finding rubies and gems, in random orders, making our own caves of treasure.
I get annoyed when people try and discredit someone’s favourite songs – hearing peoples eyes drop and seeing the embarrassment, the cunt looking all smug and ‘who has the power now.’ fuCK THat. because I believe in the weird collections and the strange assortments, no sleeve notes but just the history in your head, the mother fucking drunk busker living in your speaker box.
I always find PLUG sort of over organised, like maybe it used to be a death camp – how do they know which doors to lock, which doors to open? Its like a 3D computer game where all the baddies are bald northern bouncers.
We had standard militant door policy, checking ID for under 14s. Yes. It was an over 14 rave. So I got my I.D checked for an over 14 rave. Remind me, why did I grow this beard?
Inside it was local business. I had nearly flopped the whole team because I thought it would be awful., but then my friend NurkEye persuaded me and my wifey to attend. On the way there it was very cold.
We got through the nazi maze and it was pack-out, drew for the vodka+redbull, found the smoking area/ dodging young hooligans and the uni grime fans.
Skinny man was up first all toothy dropping bombs with a leather avirex camden town flavour. He really smacked the spoken word side of things /// he had the youth whooping and brapping for poems about child poverty. That’s an excellent look. The smoking ban tune is mad.Go buy it. Actually buy it. Its only a pound. Just buy it.
Also Skinny was really representing this website, he had the whole crowd chanting www.wateraid.org . It was kind of a deep moment. What made it even better is that he didn't even mention his new website www.skinnyman.co.uk which has just been re-launched sharpened up etc. Again, an excellent look.
Then AKALA came on. He annoyed me. Black shakespeare he is not. Some of the grime numbers were good, but where is he going with his new album? What the fuck is electro life? It was a low point.
Then, with much orchestra and loud introductions, I half expected Ricky Hatton to arrive on stage next, but it was the Bizzle, dark glasses and all. I can’t lie. He fucked it up.
First one was some old school grime thing, which I never even heard ( probably real famous…) and everyone including us went bananas. They had built up an amazing call and response thing which reminded me why anyone ever does call and response. It was like secondary school assembly. This side vs. That side etc. You could really see the effects – Bizzle and his hype man had the whole crown wrapped around their penises….- “ Where are you Sheffield? ”ERRUPTION../////
Then Ozzy-B came on for ‘Oi’ and fucked up the whole dance. I can honestly say that I went a bit mad. All the energy and vibes, and old memories bubbling around, the youthlings jumping with me.
It was deep.
I was so hype, that I could go along with the grindy stuff that he played for the next half hour. He was realy good I thought. We kept it more calm during Nirvana covers etc. But i respected the amount of hype he got from the crowd.
Had a debate on the bus home about whether arrogance makes a good performance. AKALA = very arrogant, but weird kind of stage presence, as Alice commented he was totally jerky and erratic, like a terriffying electro-grime-robot. We all know Lethal Bizzle is an arrogant motherfucker. I remember seeing videos about 6 mins long on youtube with him just rinsing Wiley in a carpark. No bars. Just a rant. So, he can hold attention. But also he filled the stage - story telling // charizma // charm leaking out into the sweaty mosh pit ...
Regardless, I still don't think even Bizzle was the black shakespeare.
Shakespeare was a pretty amazing man.
I think Lethal B is a lesser known victorian playwrite. Perhaps Ben Johnson. Someone like that.