mood: i go out on friday night, and i come home on saturday morning…
ring: see back then then if you had a car you were the chi town version of baby… one of the reasons i looked up to him crazy… he told me don’t rush to get grown, drive slow… wood grain oak, i’m riding on vogues, my cylinder quiet, like tip toes… need to pump your breaks and #drive slow…
Continue reading #andscene: ep. 1.31.27
In a brief defense of Pop music, I would just like to say…
Pop music is here to elevate you. Pop music exists to channel transcendence. Pop music is not relegated to a single frame of performance or musicality. Pop music is the amalgam of experiential sonic rhythm, crafted and delivered for and to the contemporary body. Pop music is founded upon Pop musicians.
The contemporary is inundated with “new” media. The contemporary is a global marketplace. The contemporary is spectacular. Pop musicians, as such, are here to reciprocate and satiate said contemporary. The contemporary is a stage, the contemporary are performers – the audience are exhibitionist voyeurs and the actors are voyeur exhibitionists, we’re all in this Factory frame together.
And so, we dance, we sing, we get up, we do our thing, we put on a show tonight, do whatever the collective they like – for the fame, so they see our face and know our name. So, know this space. Know that the ones in the brightest lights push hardest in the darkest nights, know that the ones who do it endlessly – the ones who first trigger the reflexive ennui – do it for you.
Never Be Low Brow: Pop Canons.
Continue reading re:mind : on brief behalf of Pop music
I’m an interesting one, like many. I love and live my music. Music is the score of said life. So, a playlist sonic biography of the slightly younger, significantly wiser self. Mood music … immune muses … Just a spin in the soundtrack of swipe’s life… Enjoi.
I see in sounds: my selfie is a soundtrack.
The (S)tar Spangled Banner – Whitney Houston 
Pledge allegiance. The dawn, the genesis. Born stellar.
(W)ho Do You Think You Are – Spice Girls 
When this launched, who did I think I was… who did I perceive myself to be… well, I was a bouncing Baltimore baby, the charmed second, bite-sized cerebral stellar body in orbital training, traversing the globe from within the four walls of my elementary boudoir. Reach up, maintain soul, get down, claim control… move, swing, shake, for life, for lyric, for rhyme, or reason (whichever’s in season): a la mode, a la monarchy, nine years young, forever the groovy one… cheers.
Continue reading my-fi: ep. “swiper”
If Graduation is Fame, 808s & Heartbreak Kills. In the wake of Graduation‘s superlative Indian summer high, 808s and Heartbreak is the inevitable comedown – the crash of the coldest winter. West described this album as “Pop Art,” in its ability to merge hip-hop credibility with mainstream appeal to innovate authentic music in a way only paralleled by Pink Floyd: Welcome to heartbreak – the dark side of the moon.
Continue reading My-Fi: 808s and Heartbreak – Kanye West
Good music speaks volumes… linger in fantastic rhythmic reality: lyrically speaking
As I lay me down to sleep
I hear her speak to me
Hello ‘Mari, how ya doin’?
I think the storm ran out of rain, the clouds are movin’
I know you’re happy, cause I can see it
So tell the voice inside ya’ head to believe it
I talked to God about you, he said he sent you an angel
And look at all that he gave you
You asked for one and you got two
You know I never left you
Cause every road that leads to heaven’s right aside you
So I can sayHello my only one
Just like the morning sun
You keep on rising till the sky knows your name
Hello my only one
Remember who you are
No you’re not perfect but you’re not your mistakes
Good music speaks volumes… rather than impose analysis, step back and expose linguistic artistry… why critique that which has achieved perfection at its own masterful conception… listen, look, and linger in fantastic rhythmic reality: lyrically speaking
Life styles of the rich and famous
Bought a big house and a whole lotta rangers
Fresh new couch and a whole lotta trainers
A closet full of clothes and some brand new dangers
And some Mexican floral arrangers
A great big TV that’ll entertain us
Some colourful commissions for some high paid painters
Someone to take the wrap so that I stay stainless
And a new relationship with a banker
And two pinky rings for my manicured fingers
A trained German Shepard that bark when he’s angered
To watch my possessions and to look out for strangers
And a fifty foot yacht with an anchor
A young supermodel that should remain nameless
(The) ups and the downs the sames and the changes
All the money in the world won’t make it painless no…
(But they love it and they love it)
The more you try to erase me
(and they love it) [x4]
The more the more
The more that I appear
Continue reading re:verse : “US Placers” – Kanye West, Lupe Fiasco, Pharrell Williams, Thom Yorke
Good music speaks volumes… listen, look, and linger in fantastic rhythmic reality: lyrically speaking
“Sheezus,” Sheezus (2014)
Been here before, so I’m prepared
Not gonna lie though, I’m kinda scared
Lace up my gloves, I’m going in
Don’t let my kids watch me when I get in the ring
I’ll take the hits, roll with the punches
I’ll get back up, it’s not as if I’ve never done this
But then again, the game is changing
Can’t just come back, jump on the mic and do the same thing
There goes the bell, I know that sound
I guess it’s time for me to go another round
Now wish me luck, I’m gonna need it
I’ll see you on the other side, if I’m still breathing
Continue reading re:verse : “Sheezus” – Lily Allen