- don’t be angry at yourself when anxiety/depression flares up. it isn’t your fault and no one blames you and if they do they’re pieces of shit.
- don’t orbit around your perceived value so much. you’re not the sum total of what you produce.
- don’t let yourself wonder why people love you. that’s not how it works. there are not stark, individual reasons that a person can enumerate about why they love you. it’s the entire, unique combination of what and who you are.
Last Night in Ferguson (9.28-9.29): Last night’s protest was one of the in Ferguson this month, proving once again that the residents of Ferguson/STL County are some of the most resilient and inspiring in all the land. The police were literally holding peaceful protesters hostage late into the night (folks who were complying with all police requests) so they could negotiate with the remaining folks to leave, but the protesters didn’t back down. Eventually all arrestees were released, and many plan to be back out there tonight.
Injustice in Ferguson continues, but despite it, community now thrives too. This is still happening. Are you still paying attention? #staywoke #farfromover
Brent brought up an interesting way to look at the intro/extroversion thing. There’s always been the idea of a recharge, but he also discussed having a “tank” of sorts, and if a person had a large/small tank that could make a person deal longer in social situations. It’s been in my head for a while, figuring out if I have a fast recharge or a small tank, or a large tank with a low recharge.
I may have a large tank, but I’m not sure. I have to think about it some more.
Complete four-part ramble on The Wicked + The Divine, each inspired by the first four issues of the story. Here’s part 3:
The Morrigan/Baphomet scene feeds all those parts of your body when you go into an underground show. There were two shows I had been to that came to mind when I read that scene. The first was in a warehouse in New Jersey where a DJ was playing house music and a man put up sheet rock as a makeshift bar/lounge. The drinks were horrible of course but the crowd was fun. As always, things ended abruptly the moment red-and-blue lights made their appearance from the windows outside. The second show was a more peculiar setting - a Chinatown dim sum restaurant closed for the night - but the DJ was more exciting. Crystal Castle’s Alice Glass was headlining, and of course everyone was sweating out their water/booze/drugs in anticipation for her to come out. And when she did it was well worth it.
Those two moments fit Baphomet and Morrigan. Baphomet is that dingy warehouse, the pounding music as energy leading to something ominous. While getting caught by the five-o is not as dire as death-by-phantasms, the prospect still gets your heart racing as you make your way past decades-old rebar and crumbling brick. Morrigan is seeing Glass jump over the knobs and sound system to stand over the crowd (took a photo of it here on a crappy phone camera), becoming the lord as she always does at a show lit only by tea candles and two party lights. A dark goddess playing whatever the hell she wanted, everyone thinking she was perfect, and the crowd loving every second of it.
Clipse - “Kinda Like a Big Deal”
Basically the only good song on that album.
Leftfield - “Inspection (Check One)”
Filed under “Jams I Love from Hackers the movie”
It didn’t take long after pressing play on this new album for me to realize something was wrong. Lupe wasn’t rapping to me anymore, but was now rapping at me, militantly and with an air of detachment. He wasn’t sliding entendres and puns into the nooks of his lyrics, but was now crafting raps that could be shouted at stadiums, call and response style, to thousands of buoyant fans. For the first time since I had gotten it, I felt regret when looking at the lyric that ran down my arm.
You know, as the years pass I’ve noticed that I’m liking Lupe less and less. I don’t think that the “500 bucks for a verse” thing is selling out per se, plenty of acts have done harder corporate stuff than that so I don’t see any issue with that.
My beef is that he’s traded his skill with a bland flavor of activism in his work now. I’ve just become incredibly jaded to these “conscious” rappers that get on a lyrical pulpit that eventually just get preachy to a point they begin to sound indistinguishable from the annoying Bono-type of musician. That always leads to diminished output. And they lose that rawness that is so necessary in hip hop.
Goldfrapp - “Thea”
This song was stuck to my lungs and ribs for a few days. The whole album is like the Felt Mountain album, but somehow more…refined, I guess is the best way I can describe it. Alison’s voice on the chorus melds to the rhythm of the song very well.
The Cinematic Orchestra - “All Things To All Men”
Their stuff is almost always instrumental so it’s cool for them to have a guy like Roots Manuva as a feature on it.
Nathan Fairbairn on Jamie McKelvie’s pencils in The Wicked + The Divine #4
Been waiting for this image. Can you see this and NOT think of this: