It’s a record

isyouisorisyouaint, Threats

Give it a listen:

https://itunes.apple.com/us/album/threats/1455734714

https://open.spotify.com/album/2sppPsesMHSD92lKxKHFV9?si=qaeyvyk5RpGChfG0_gGjUA

https://play.google.com/store/music/album/Isyouisorisyouaint_Threats?id=Bnxvkmou5akaozemos2xw6hf4o4

Making this record is how I spent this cold, frozey winter. I hope it resonates with you.

It’s a record

Believing, Doing, and Sharing in What Was True

We can walk around the block
in the time it takes us to listen
to Wang Chung’s ‘Dance Hall Days’,

so I wanted to write a poem
tying the song’s lyrics
to observations made along the way.

For instance, I’d quote,
“And take your baby by the ears”
as we stroll by the police station

while employing certain literary tools
to highlight comparisons between the cops
and now-faded pop stars from the 1980s.

And I’d somehow tie together,
“And you need her and she needs you,”
to urban gentrification

and how pushing away the poor has somehow
escaped potential developers of downtown Kansas City, Kansas
despite wholly reshaping Kansas City, Missouri into something…else.

And then I’d end the poem repeating,
“Dance hall days, love, dance hall days
dance hall days, love, dance hall days.”

But without a smoking sax solo,
the entire affair seemed hopelessly missing
that something wholly necessary for lasting greatness.

Believing, Doing, and Sharing in What Was True

Are You There God? It’s Me, Volume, Reverb, & Resonance

Sometimes,
in the shower,
I sing as though I’m
Peter Garrett from
Midnight Oil.

Often,
I sing pop rap songs
in Peter’s voice.

Try this:
First, sing “Beds
Are Burning” to
remind yourself
of Peter’s delivery.

Then, sing “Baby
Got Back.” Now,
don’t you feel good?

Today,
I sang “Don’t You
Forget About Me.”
It sounded awesome.

But, I was in the shower,
where acoustics
are much more friendly
and everybody
screams your name.

Are You There God? It’s Me, Volume, Reverb, & Resonance

The Path to Paradise Spins Upon a Sacrosanct Turntable

In the techno afterlife
You watch ghosts of BPMs wail down the street from a neon tree strung with incandescent wishes
You have no idea what the other side is

In the techno afterlife
You clench your jaw and you lick your lips as you say it's just the same
You have no idea what the other side is

In the techno afterlife
You jump with infinite madness at it all for the next million years but there is no one there
You have no idea what the other side is

In the techno afterlife
Lasers and smoke fill the opioid emptiness with options and opinions and well-lotioned gargoyles
You have no idea what the other side is

The Path to Paradise Spins Upon a Sacrosanct Turntable

Listen of the Week: Shabazz Palaces

Quazarz Born On A Gangster Star & Quazarz vs. The Jealous Machines, by Shabazz Palaces

“[I]magine an alternate universe where the trappings of success lead hip-hop’s anti-heroes to devise their own trap. Sound too close to home? Well, that’s exactly what the protagonist encounters among the ‘ethers of the Migosphere here on Drake world.’ But Quazarz hasn’t come to destroy; he’s come to deconstruct and shine a light.”

http://www.npr.org/2017/07/06/535282090/first-listen-shabazz-palaces-quazarz-born-on-a-gangster-star

 

Listen of the Week: Shabazz Palaces