I get to share stuff from two of my favorite contemporary writers in one day? I know nothing about this video except that it was based on something Steve Aylett wrote, and that man is amazing. Start with Slaughtermatic if you want to explore more – poetic as anybody but ghetto as shit. Lots of guns and futuristic bomb-devices, with robbery and jokes. But this – I dunno what this is. Something pretty colorful and exhilerating.
Cameron Pierce – who really might be my favorite artist of the written word going today, and who I lived with for nearly a year in Portland – just released his third book, Lost in Cat Brain Land. It is also the first of those books to be a story collection, and this kid owns in shorter forms just as much as in his novels. The only difference is he stomps your brain under his sneakers multiple times rapidly, instead of one long drive into mush. This is a gem. I love the tagline, “Sad stories from a surreal world.” Yes. Don’t let his seafood disasters and banana man costumes fool you – under Cameron’s drunken party animal exterior is a fragile, beautiful little hummingbird heart.
Check the description, then rush to give him your money (or die always wondering “what if?”):
A fascist mustache. A desert inside a dead cat. The ghost of Franz Kafka. Primordial entities mourn the death of their child. The desperate serve tea to mysterious creatures. A hopeless romantic falls in love with a pterodactyl.
From a post-apocalyptic Los Angeles where robotic gargoyles are law, to a blighted suburbia where the elephant god Ganesh seeks revenge on a man and his android wife, Cat Brain Land is a place of domestic despair and nightmare foreboding. Where sirloin steaks enroll in daycare and ex-lovers return as tiny dolls.
This is a land of camel people and the Lord of Meat. The farther into Cat Brain Land you get, the more difficult it will be to get out.
Okay, I don’t LOVE Nikki Minaj. Let’s clear the air. Just an observation. I tried remixing some of her songs and the search for good acapellas actually made me like her less – but I swear if someone can put a fire beat under her verse from “Roger That,” they’ll have some great shit on their hands.
Not trying to back down from my words – she’s still the most refreshing thing we got on the radio. But I prefer the basement music.
I’ve been in the studio with Jdubeats – remember him? So when kids ask me what the next mixtape’ll be, I just say “Jdumonk” with a really serious face and walk away. I always knew this kid was great, been touched by his songs since the start – but when I sat behind the boards with him and watched the way he works, how fast he moves and how rapidly his mind is crackling and churning out new ideas, I really understood it. I threw one of our songs on at a party I DJed Friday night and the whole room bumped, so I think we’re doing something right.
Boston is humid as fucking hell, and my sleeping schedule’s all weird. Still reading and thoroughly enjoying Gabriel García Márquez’s One Hundred Years of Solitude – it took me way too long to get around to it, but I understand why nobody shuts up about this book after they read it. Too bad nobody reads anymore. Break your illiteracy and read this book!
Sometimes I think about the Japanese alphabet and it’s always followed by a rush of nostalgia for childhood, before I started getting drunk and high all the time.
As a side note, when did LL Cool J start embarressing himself in public freestyle battles? “My penis is kinda small”?!?!
This is just a friendly hello from your neighborhood gasoline monk.
Controversy. Everybody hates me for saying it, but I’m down with Nicki Minaj. Not everything she does, but the voice and flow she’s got when she’s just straight up rapping, I really like.
Here’s the first song I heard from her, on Hot 97 Boston, and the second I heard her voice I was stunned:
It’s violently different from the rest of radio rap. Some people ask what she did that Lil Kim and Foxy Brown didn’t already do. The answer seems simple to me: rap well. She’s not just flaunting the fact that she’s a female with this trying-to-fit-in rhyme delivery and boring flows – she has a voice that’s actually different, with a flow that locks in harder than anybody else on mainstream radio right now. I know Nikki Minaj is a hip hop head; she couldn’t flow like that if she wasn’t. Check this out:
But yeah, most of her beats suck. Actually, I guess you could say that almost every original beat she’s going over pretty much sucks. This isn’t unusual for radio music at all. But it makes me really wish I could distill that voice in a syringe and inject it into different things. Her lyrics are actually pretty dope a lot of the time, and she does write all her own shit. She’s pretty adament about that.
I think I’m going to make a remix of one of her songs, see what Nicki vocals sound like over Gas Monk beats. (My buddy Marlon, a UFC fighter in training, tells me he will make me tap out if I do this, so I’m going to avoid him the rest of my life after I release it.) Maybe it’ll be like when you learn how a magic trick works and think it’s boring now. But maybe we’ll all realize that Nicki Minaj is the shit and everybody needs to stop being afraid of things on principle of them being mainstream.
Nicki Minaj and Pete Rock in the future? The thing is, Nicki could be Bahamadia, or she could cop out and be Lil Wayne. Please be Bahamadia, Nicki…
Yo everybody, sorry for my lack of words on this page lately… my computer died recently and it’s put me way out of the loop. I never get to just cruise the net anymore. It’s made people probably think I’m rude in correspondance and it definitely set me back with the beats (though now I’ve got all my gear set up in a new studio). It made finishing When You Can’t Afford Weed, Smoke This quite difficult. We live in a universe that’s formed a mirror extension of itself through the internet and I’m not in on the party at the moment.
But I’m finally makin money and soon enough I’ll have another, and then everything will be like it was before, when we were younger and happier.
Really, shit is bumpin, very exciting… the mixtapes are out and people are dancing to em and that’s what matters. Also, my next book, The Deadheart Shelters, should be out any minute. Bizarro wild-mind Carlton Mellick III has already called it “The literary equivalent of an Alejandro Jodorowsky film,” and that’s cool to me.
Besides that, just blastin Bahamadia in the 97 Crown Vic I just picked up…
Oh yeah, now that I’m making money I’m finally buying CDs again – not because I really care about CDs but because I care about giving money to artists I respect. The other night I bought Madlib’s Medicine Show #5 – History of the Loop Digga. It’s all beats of his from 1990-2000 and it’s jaw-dropping. This guy never stops blowing my mind. I also bought a strobe light that night and got down to lotsa dubstep and I think my buddy’s gonna start renting out warehouses to bring the dubstep raves to Boston.
That’d be “off the hook”!