Lazy SUNDAY afternoon, I got no mind to worry... CLOSE MY EYES, And? Said to Belinda, (local, from S. Africa), I'd repost a link. About the last time proper-ish posting period. Up ages, "gave up" later and thought done, but changed m'mind.
This weekend the building site of a room became a finished-enough Truthsccop bunker. I will take and post pics. Soon as.
The post herein, doth now gotten closed. My comments, that is.
The bells are ringing and the song —ends.
A vid. was deleted by the channel or YouTube from 2020_03_a_ten_bag. One playlist without a list of the selection. Oh well, the selector is ready. Something sound and a wallop of a Sunday School lesson.
A song for those on the road, or living on dangerous and disputed streets.
What else cuts to the heart and target? Money-needs and violence abound. Some women, with young men in their multitudes. Social-housing-living and can't 'sit tight' and slave away in 'survive, if ya lucky mode'. Be it healthy enough or time to do more than suffer and sleep.
How easy the better-off chide. As though 'they'd' act so-different. Time for the slash and burn and "that's how to sort it out". The children need a firm hand and so goes the slap.
Slap as many in cuffs and feed the population the next catastrophe porn fest. Saved by the feds.
The Music and 'poetry', is biography and fantasy. It can be reality-speaking yet, not shy to express cartoon consumerism and intoxication. Giddy about guns and Opps. An uneasy mix, unsettling. Complex. Not for simple and stupid, with eyes looking away until it's time to twist and point. Get inna twist and...
Always, all about, little or no engagement. Blind-led, by the box and screen. Projecting and beaming on, the media puppets who're played: Play the crowds.
Race-class-ism, and make it black/white and blame "Nazis" in the shadows. In the current administration, more white over black strategies. All in the black over white pleading necessities.
The KRS Burger illustration should clear any muddling. Go see, behind... the bull. Behind... the manager.
As for the Busy Being Compromiser's/Corrupt Corp?
BINGO and malleable fodder for ratings, aka, we turn on the TV/online whatever's 'said' to be 'the news'. A Judy for a manufactured Punch. All in plush stereo for headphones or dominate the 'living room'. Theatre, par-excellence. The TV is, itself, the news acted for supposed kings. The Jester in a Court. Newscasts are the ultimate reality show. As fake as...
The concerned tones and so... sincere; "WE REALLY... care-about-the-kids". Honest. Feel it. Steve Hughes, nos. 1. comic of the Bill Hicks rare variety never gets put off saying..? He knows if he goes down for 'this', we all fall. What's the choice, delay and wait for the invader of humanity?
Must: observe, feel, need and/or request. Speak? Or, shrink? Here, he gets the first of two mainstream spots. Overstepping and not on the guest list any more.
Back to the oasis and freestyle from the estates. Where a convergence and able to hold production, words and true-life talk in one. New James Brown and Bootsy Collins, new Stax and Tamla, Miles and John. Burning Spear and, Ian Dury and The Blockheads.
To the 2020 Grime and Drill studio and film rush. The avalanche is mashing up the youth in droves.
The promise of the late 70s/turn into the 80s finds fulfilment. For the 90s and 'in' UK Hip-Hop? Taken twenty years. For ripped off and treated by black and white face pirates.
How, and who is going to be the gate-keeping governors of any kind of music biz?
Too late. Cross-fertilizing and promotions are seeding away. Across countries and continents. From the UK —and where in the world, not?
[Another promised Truthscoop investigation—]
Roots and Culture/Lovers, years and some level of Jubilee.
About bloody time.
I for one didn't expect anything of the volume and power. Even explicit Christian-calling artists are good... as, no less. A first. As with '76 and '77 comparisons to Roots music, and punk. Plus, or including, the most-forgotten/never known about, Doll by Doll.
Between cometh, Jungle and underground early years.
Now lifting off is a 2019/'20/'21... version: The UK Drill, Grime, Hip-Hop and Dancehall, etc. An outpouring. Up out of GDR daily and Link Up TV. Enough of a spout. Gushing and have to wonder, who and how much is coming?
All but lovers and makers? Methinks, they most hope, it goes away. Edge off and blinkers on. Bought off with precious metals and high-end trinkets and beads. Keep the natives, kind of happy.
A fad, positioned to be one more come-and-go new wave? Can you hear the groans at the change? The US is nos. 2 in the hip, hop. Yet, Drill has critics, adept in moaning beyond the causes that matter. It's all about unrevealing cause and correlation. Keep it... tied, in sound-bite drivel. Keep the poise of a teacher threatening to expel every, naughty one of 'them' to H.M.P
In the name 'Anti-Racism', in the name of hunt-a-racist. The spoilt and blunt term has grown into hate-ism. H. redefined as not-my-view, and "No Platform" and no public debate. Equals no, 'your view'.
The silence from all sorts of quarters shows a push for a dwindling scene. Bets and prediction Drill is 'done' by XYZ months or, not long? Backhanded pushing for interest to collapse. 'History' and a hype exhausted by its own self-perpetuating controversy.
Want to hear one lone, (dare not look and find it is... 'one'), musician give the right answer, to shorten the short leash and allowed 'any' TV exposure.
Clear conviction and no hesitation, in answer to:
"What's pushing songwriting forward as a craft?"
"In a word, Grime."
So goes bright and, won't play-biz, Billy.
CRIME rhymes with...? and "can't have that associated with music". They Know Better and a brigade of secret service and soc., shills. Guilty bi-standers, grandstanding for kicks. Blah, blah "we ain't in control, so we ain't having it".
Gregory would like to come to the front of the class. Explain the characteristics, we should all look up and beware of.:
While here's a song for the 'drillers' in the midst. In a trap, earning but know crime as a career is crap; Ne'er always ends in tears. With tears for families and friends, grieving or mourning their prison. In the hospital, wounded and pain.
Jackie has a rap, hard and heavy. Those looking to turn their stories and flow from the blood and A&E to life and health.
On the road? Meditate and re-re-winds on this. Thoughts and sounds, that could be allies in growing self-awareness. Pray so.
Right now it's money and meditation, that's keeping me away, from jail and segregation...
JaJa Soze, Menace to a Mogal.
EXTREMELY VIOLENT MAN. The last track on the 2020_03_a_ten_bag playlist.
Butterworth could have been the greatest composer. Williams follows Bach as my second best-ever artist. Beethoven. Elgar, with Handel, in at five. Back to 1685.
Born 80 miles apart, that same year, Bach and Handel never met.
UK’s greatest musical moment was around 100 years ago. From my standpoint the most important period of music. The late 19th-century renaissance of English music. British Composers, the kind we’ve never seen since, or can expect to hear such the like again.
Butterworth, killed in the war at 31. One of the seven of [us] who joined up together, Vaughan writes to Holst, only three remain.
Oh, and war, while we're on money and violence it's title for one of the best songs/raps, in years. Yet... How Awful, and Sad —and ...Bis, —and all the victims. Speaks for all, not so 'trapped' in relative poverty, money and violence.
Somone expressing how ne'er on all ought feel, is Ape Huncho. Powerful when he begins; Now what we've got to think about, is....
We should start with compassion and where possible, see turnarounds and mercy.
'From menace to a mogul/mechanisms of the mind state/a beautiful mind/'
'Right now/it's money and meditation/that's keeping me away from/jail and segregation/all those nights/I spent in the station/all I knew was "no comment" jail then probation,'
'/as far as studying/I understood...'
—JAJA SOZE MENACE TO A MOGUL