Showing posts with label Black Ice. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Black Ice. Show all posts

Saturday, November 1, 2008

Just Def


I watched all of season 1 of Def Poetry Jam the last couple days. That's soul stuff. All the dudes are cool and whatever, but some of the most beautifully spoken women perform on that show and just absolutely radiate the most amazingly attractive qualities in literally just minutes of soul bearing. Goodness. Now if I could only meet one of those girl poets in real life who actually lived and believed the same as they orated, then I'd be getting somewhere.


Here are my dudes, though, as promoted on my spoken word album cover. There's absolutely nothing like seeing them live, but you can check these CD tracks till you can find a show of them!

And if you're looking at those tracks thinking in the back of your head "well ... I'm not really into poetry ..." then you're being ignorant. No offense, of course. But ignorant. Just download the stuff. Stop arguing with me! Dang.

... and so concludes another masterpiece

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Tuesday, October 28, 2008

Poetic Heartbreak in Acapella


There's technically a space in "A capella" and an extra "p", but I didn't want it there cuz this is how I've misspelled it my whole life! Thanks to Ern for the amazing album cover again, again, again! She only charges me a free-ninety-nine for each one. This picture to the right is slightly updated from the zip file that's linked, so you can drag this one to replace the artwork on iTunes or whatever.

Now to explain it. The base of the photograph is of course my journal. It's actually opened to the original scribblings of my song "In My Mind" that's gonna be on Vol. 2, A Laptop Chronicle. Passing the torch above it is my previous journal from junior year in high school. The two pictures are me with Shihan and Black Ice, the two greatest spoken word poets EVER, who I've both gotten to see perform in the last couple months worth hours of goosebumps and enlightenment! It was more rewarding for me to meet and talk to them than about any other famous person because they were so down to earth and deep. I love those pictures.

My ear buds are gently wrapping themselves up in my notebook. That's my inspiration giving way to the writing that the pen's manifesting. Also, the top left corner actually has a Steven Wright comedy album poking in the picture. The part of that cover shows an abstract perception trick on the pictured flat, checkered floor, so it's kinda just an artsy things-aren't-always-what-they-seem message. But Steven Wright himself, though out of the picture, is the sideways hint of comedy even in serious situations tinged on my album as a whole. It's deep stuff, but some of it's just as fun as it is thought-provoking.

Lastly, the bottom ribbon coming out of the notebook represents that this is all a reminiscing experience. A lot of the poems were situations that arose in my past, but each has lessons that pertain to even today. But eventually, though I enjoy all the good and bad parts of my past, I gotta flip back up the the held spot of the present. And I gotta write my way into the future.

Download it and tell me whatcha think!

... and so concludes another masterpiece

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Monday, September 22, 2008

Rappers That are Better Than Me, Part 1


So I don't plan on doing this often, but who knows. The world is an ongoing experience to me and I don't know everybody. Yet. But 13,631 iTunes songs ain't a bad start and kinda gives me the authority to deduce such things like what's in this post.

So brandUn DeShay. Hit my musically-inclined ear like something else. If you don't download from the following link, then I won't ever feel like I gave you any good advice music-wise. Ever.


Dude beats me. That's it. Creative processes, beats, emulated verses, polishedness. I'd take this tape over 98% of the albums out this year. And the other 2 percent would be debatable. Like, this is some other stuff originality. And I ain't gonna lie, I'd never heard of dude before earlier today. But I get the same musical goosebumps with this dude as I did when I first heard Black Ice perform a poem and the first two bars I heard out Shadrach Kabango. And that's as good a complement as I could ever give somebody. Stan me already. Dang.

Brand new unashamed fan who's keeping tabs. *Accidental joke, I swear*

... and so concludes another masterpiece

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