Promoting Gro Touré

Play Gro Touré Here This narrative begins in post-post-production. After the lyrics have been written, the guitars have been laid down, the beat has been assembled, the singing, the rapping, the vibing has been completed, and the recording, mixing and mastering has finished. In the neoliberal digital economy, the labor of the independent artist doesn’t […]

We Cyphered Our Symposiums.

“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 […]

Even if the World was Burning, I’d be Alright (Live Recording // Free Punk)

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 […]

prose on the (im)possibility of black love // the (im)possibility of black study

) These scars on our bodies are impossible. These scars that we carry can’t be. These scars that we share are impossible. These scars on our body can’t be. “These undecipherable markings on the captive body render a kind of hieroglyphics of the flesh whose severe disjunctures come to be hidden to the cultural […]

I Wish I Was Home

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 […]

mumble theory: a theory-mumble

starts at 0:21 And they tell me that we all just anthropology so I written lines dipped in this cosmology but if it’s all just for naught what’s a God to me so we gon ride, we gon rise through hypocrisy And they’ve been killing niggas for the profit b And the whole entire […]

If The World Collapsed Tomorrow, Whose Tears Will We Hear First

when you get older you will sit with histories that converge at the nexus point of where your body meets your mind and you will try to make sense of it. but sense is a trap sense can be made of anything, of all things of every thing. instead learn to sit with your senses. […]

LOVE SOMEONE: consent not to be a single being

Love someone. Love someone everyday. Love someone before they are taken. Love someone before the Earth steals them. Love someone before the World turns their time into stardust. Love someone before it’s too late for you to love. It’s never too late for you to start to love as long as air still flows through […]

Black Daddies Are Like Limewire

Let’s write music together – you and I. Let’s write music laced in punk rock and indie soul. Let’s write music dripping in trap drums and arena rock guitars. Let’s write music that skats like mumble rap and dabs like bebop. Let’s write music that sounds like what it sounds like when the world is […]