“Spit, Lil’ Cuz…” – Qadir Jones (aka Hellstar), my beautiful and brilliant autodidactic cousin “… Keep it Real.” – John Gillespie Sr (aka Unorthodox), my complex and clever autodidactic father These were the maxims that marked my introduction to philosophical study. Spit: /spit/ (verb) – to rap, to make words make melodies, to […]Read More We Cyphered Our Symposiums.
Donna Haraway, Staying With The Trouble: Making Kin in the Chthulucene In the midst of spiraling ecological devastation, multispecies feminist theorist Donna J. Haraway offers provocative new ways to reconfigure our relations to the earth and all its inhabitants. She eschews referring to our current epoch as the Anthropocene, preferring to conceptualize it as what […]Read More Four Books: Vol 3
GRO TOURÉ May 28th Live Recording // Post-Punk // Spoken-Word Poetry // Free Punk be okay with the fact that it happened. be okay with the fact that it happened. be okay with the fact that it happened. that it was happening at all. that there was air, pumping through your chest. that you […]Read More Even if the World was Burning, I’d be Alright (Live Recording // Free Punk)
Hello Friends, They who hold me, they who know me, who read and console me. The friends who will understand why I wrote this, this way, who will understand why I smile in the day and cry throughout the night. They who listen to me as I listen to them. They who care. They who […]Read More Questions for Friends // What happens on Earth, Stays on Earth
The first song I ever wrote was called, “I Wish I Was Home.” I had to be about five years old or so. The song was sung in the key of a Pop-R&B vibe, Usher was probably its subconscious subtext and I sung it for the first time as my Mom and Dad pulled away […]Read More I Wish I Was Home
I reflected a lot about whether or not I should write this. But, I am and I am because I am trying to remember why I started this blog, which is related to why I decided to create music again, which is related – but less directly so – to why I decided to take […]Read More impossible.
And it’s a permanent scar, you can’t forget who you are It don’t matter where you go, they say we are who we are When you cook in the raw and you’re bad from the start You as cold in your heart, you as cold as your heart And it’s a permanent scar… – Future, […]Read More Nothing is, what Nothing has… Let the Niggas Create: Trap, Rock n’ Roll and Cultural Radicalism