Apparently there’s been some trouble at the first link I provided for downloading “Society is a Rabid Mouth; I Will Teach You.” So here’s one more place you can get it: http://www.megaupload.com/?d=IDZETACB
Enjoy… if there’s any more problems, let me know.
Hi! Here’s the first release off the upcoming Urban Sleep mixtape, called “Society is a Rabid Mouth; I Will Teach You.” I’m gonna be doing these releases on a regular basis until the mixtape drops. The mixtape’s going to be a free download, and then, a month or two later, the novel’s gonna come out. Basically, if you like this stuff, stay glued here, because for the next few months there’ll be a nonstop train of similar art coming at you.
This first one’s got a special deal goin’ with it. I used samples off Jodorowsky’s The Holy Mountain to make the beat, and I’m curious if anybody’s as much a junky for this film as I am. First person who can tell me what scene of The Holy Mountain this is from gets a free copy of Asphalt Flowerhead. With scribbles and shit in it. So get at me: firstname.lastname@example.org.
Bump this! The download for the song and the excerpt of the novel that the song’s tied to is right here. (Look back a few days in this blog to read what I got to say about the integration of music and words, nostalgia machines, etc. etc.)
(12/28 UPDATE: I put up another link for download, because a lot of people have been having trouble at the first one. So try here if the first one doesn’t work for you. And if anybody knows a more solid way to provide reliable downloads for the people, get at me.)
As a beatmaker I’m constantly studying how other guys flip samples and trying to learn from them. Especially guys like Pete Rock and DJ Premier, who’ll make any producer jealous for how they can take seemingly insignificant sounds and turn them into the brightest, dopest melodies possible. I’ve been sampling some Joe Simon lately (my new song “Maria You are Swell” is built out of his “Message From Maria”) and I was curious if anybody else’s touched him much… turns out one of my favorite beats ever is built out of a song of his called “Drowning in the Sea of Love” – funny thing is, I listened to this song while digging through his stuff for sample material and thought, nah, nothing to use there. Listen to how Premier flipped this! It’s insane. First, the original:
So, just taking those little baby guitar notes at the beginning, Premier made this song for Gang Starr, “You Know My Steez”:
It’s just not fair. I hope this gives you a little more respect not only for DJ Premier, but for the art of flipping samples in general.
(Thank y’all for comin’ by lately. Here’s a free poem)
Under the aquarium of the sky where the whales bump their faces on glass walls, snow buries the stove of my youth and makes a new hill, a lump like a shot elephant that the men in black jackets can’t dig out. And the funeral flowers pale in the unlamented December. Your voice is cough syrup to me because you are still in the place I left, and when you breathe out I can smell that you recently inhaled in a room I only
half-remember. I could sink so far back into the mud it felt like a hammock. If I stuck out my tongue the sunlight tasted like cherry pulp. I tripped through minutes over shoelaces and there was a marching band in my head nobody else ever heard.
Your voice smells like a room I once left and more often than not forget about, now. It’s helium-swollen by the strain of nostalgia and I would dislocate my head and give it to you, I’d let it sink like a stabbed inflatable boat to the bottom where even fish are blind.
It occured to me why this whole mixtapes & books things makes sense. How many of y’all listen to songs to kind of trigger nostalgia in yourself, or soak in a mood (sometimes sadness, sometimes euphoria), you know, letting the song repaint that moment for you? I do it all the damn time – I got songs that make me sad as hell because they’re tied to specific memories (that I listen to anyways) and the same is true for the happiness… well my goal is to give you moments to live inside with the words, and nostalgia for those fake-moments with the music. Basically making it even more possible to live 100% inside your head and pretend reality doesn’t exist! Let me know how well I do when the Urban Sleep mixtape and book drops.
This “Ask a Five-Year-Old” series that my writer-friend Kevin Shamel (author of Rotten Little Animals) has being doing with his son, Zane, is fucking hilarious. And the kid’s already given me some dope advice. He’s zen-deep. Join the group here on Facebook and get askin’.
Just about everything. Every time I come here I’m reminded how much better they do things. I’ve been partying with kids from all over Europe at the Danish folk school my sister goes to (a folk school is a place kids go to take a year off from high school, or they go to in between high school in college… it’s all focused on art, there are no grades, and the teachers get drunk with the kids) and lounging in the beautiful city of Arhus.
In Europe you can start shouting along with drunk people in the street and they will invite you to their apartment to get more drunk with them and listen to 90’s hip hop. The graffiti is bangin’ and it’s everywhere, sides of apartment buildings and everything. You make friends every night you go out, whereas in America you’re pretty much shit out of luck if you’re in a city where you don’t know anybody. In Europe you can tongue kiss a boy and retain enough heterosexuality to go home with a beautiful girl 10 minutes later. If you have brown hair you are going to be considered sexy. On average people sleep later and leave work earlier. The architecture reflects the fact that the cities have been around for thousands of years (Portland looks very new to me, being a west coast city, whereas Boston looks old and dirty… but both of them are infantile compared to the vibe of any European city). Bad music sounds good here and good music makes you start shaking ecstatically. People are open with their feelings – to many Americans, you’re kind of a pussy if you talk about that stuff to anyone but your tightest friends (which makes me very much a “pussy”). Accents are awesome. Awesome to listen to, but apparently this goes both ways – I always thought I had pretty much an accent-less voice but people are fascinated and stop in the street to hear us talk to each other. Just about every country has a support system for artists, which makes you even more bitter to be a “starving artist” in America. In general, people are just happier here – they are more filled with life, less strapped down to the commercial aesthetic we’re fed 24×7 in America – they’re more used to meeting people who are filled with passion and interest. Schools are cheap or free. Shit, everything’s better. Like I said.
Sorry I’ve neglected you readers, but the list above oughta justify that.