numb/encore
son...my faith in americans ever dwindles; I swear I hate these filthy rich and/or overly religious and/or overly hateful fucktard sheep who have fooled themself into thinking a lying, gay-bashing, halfwit warmonger could fix everything he has ruined and depleted in the previous four years. that's right...I'm a liberal democrat hippie and I hate everybody that isn't. just kidding. OR quite possibly not...my mysteriousness is the sexy, no?
I really don't hate anybody, that was for effect. I'm not going to talk about moving to canada, it's not like we have it so fuckin terrible...we're not going through anything even close to what, say, the haitians or somalians are. beyond that, I try to respect other's political views. I just feel annoyed and betrayed about bush winning another term...I really wanted a change, not four more years of what I'm sure will be much of the same. the country is polarized beyond recognition over abstract morality...and the worst of it is that a over half of all voting americans actually did vote for dude this time around. fear is a bitch and her nameplate necklace says terrorism. "I got a hundred guns a hundred clips nigga I'm g-dubya, g-dubya"...
stop sleeping on mos def's new album, too...fools. I was looking forward to it since I saw him perform "ghetto rock" on on carson daly...that shit goes hard (tm frankie). I think it'd be hard to have absolutely loved black on both sides and come into this loving it as much, at least at first...you kinda have to find a way to seperate yourself from the mos you knew and accept that this is the mos that got a dime bag of the same shit andre 3k rolled while making the love below...in other words, its not typical hip hop (not that there's anything wrong with that). what I like more about the new danger then I did about the love below, however, is that 1. mos can sing so much better then dre and 2. mos doesn't discard rhyming...it's still, unmistakingly, boom bap. abstract rebel music. my only complaint is there are 3, 4 songs on there that halfway disrupt the flow of the album...my cousin said it was "mixtape-ish" and I can see that...so I just take a couple joints off my playlist altogether and the rest is, beginning to end, listenable.
anyway...you like that...how I started bitching about republicans and segued into a mos def discussion? I could lie and tie it back to how, four years ago during the last presidential election, a young hip hop fan convinced al gore to listen to black on both sides to prove that not all hip hop was misogynistic gangsta fare. but thats really not what I was thinking at all until right now.
I need heads I can call and go out to lunch with...grown folk shit..."let's do lunch" or "let's do starbucks"...lets play tennis an shit...now whether I confuse grown folk shit with bougoise folk shit is another issue entirely when all this is simply to say I need more friends. as my cousin touched upon in his latest entry, when george bush is FINALLY out of office we will both be at or fastly approaching our...*deep breath*...thirties. shit is crazy, in my opinion...how your entire twenties, damn near, can be completley monopolized by a terribly beffudled and inadequate president.
they should build napping centers on manhattan street corners where grown ass adults could catch a nap. my boy sean at work said they had them in austrialia...or did he say chicago? or maybe he said boston. whatever. the beans is making me scatterbrained. he said they have these pods you can actually take a nap (or, I guess, catch a quickie) for an hour or so, complete with alarm clocks...that is just brilliance personified, much like bottled water and air filter machines - unlimited income potential using what we get for free anyway. (edit: I went and google'd it and lo and behold one such place already exists in NY...if I worked in the empire state building I would be all over this shit) also, I hate buying from delis in manhattan, $5.50 for lettuce, turkey, and cheese on a bagel? sick. at least give me a side of watermelon slices and a dasani for that price.
did you know jean grae e-mailed me once? yea...THE jean grae. she e-mailed me to say she was feeling my writing...and since I would shack up and have premarital intercourse with her discourse, it was a very humbling experience. I just finally got a chance to pick up her new album this week. I think you should too. you won't be as cool as I and be able to brag about how you liked her before everyone jumped on her ass (as they should...and they will), but you can still get in while the getting is so good. I tried to put some heads who had not been knowin onto her attack of the attacking things album in an column of "must haves" I put together for verbalisms a year and change ago...then last year I received her bootleg of the bootleg EP from an ex-homie and knew it was just a matter of time. she's also all pretty, weaved out, and dressed like a black panther in the source this month along side shawnna, jackie-o, and a couple other chicks that escape me at the moment. aaaand if that wasn't enough, according to some shit I skimmed on okp, she recorded an entire album with 9th wonder called jeanius...maybe they can play it in the room when I'm giving birth to beans so my daughter (I still think its a girl, but I'll know for sure on monday) can come into this world a strong new york female like her ma dukes and miss grae.
let's see...so I've name dropped mos def, jean grae, and 9th wonder thus far...lemme throw (the ultimate ipod music, right, ro?) foreign exchange's connected in there too since it's beautiful inside and out (the aforementioned fwmj designed the album art) and ta-da I am an official pseudo-backpacker. will I be ruining my newfound cred to also mention how intoxicating jay-z and linkin park's collision course is? damn that shit on mtv made my heart all a'fucking flutter...if you go to that there website you can hear the first single, "numb/encore"...I named this entry the same for metaphorical reasons...not just because I'm a groupie for chester b. the most anticipated most-cop double lp from street disciple nas (I would've loved to see what he could do with lp too come to think of it) in three more tuesdays too. *brushes the dirt off my LV backpack strap*
edit - lemme shed a tear and pour out a little liquor (well, ginger ale) for ODB. rest in peace big baby jesus, your music and eccentricity will be sorely missed my nigga