kept seeing this one dude at the anarchist book fair that was rubbing me wrong
one of many white guys there, wearing a crisply screened shirt emblazoned with the idiom “NO JUSTICE NO PEACE.”
central image is a photograph of a young black child aiming a pistol and looking stern
and dude that is not your kid
or our slogan
and what are you trying to communicate with this fetishized image. this appropriated expression. i don’t think that kid sold you his image or intended it to be sloganeered to show what a confrontational bad-ass you are who totally sticks it to the man.
hey people who like me are not made targets of police harassment and violence and misconduct, and who are not literally embroiled in unrest from which there is no apparent relief?
let’s get our own slogan. that one is not ours.
your newer stuff couldn’t be more calibrated to elicit the crowd response “gee are you ok?” you imbued it with a lot of shit you were processing when you made it. if people see you performing it and get the idea you might be struggling with something, then the art is serving its purpose and communicating, because you are (or were) struggling with something, and the art is the venue in which the struggle takes place. that’s why we make art out of our rough shit, so the struggle doesn’t all take place inside and wreck up the furniture.
i don’t think it makes for a crappy show to channel crappy emotions.
HEY JESSE LOOK AT THE ROUGHTING
this is what my friend Ames is like all the time. wearing an outfit and roughting you up.
to everyone who has been quite rightfully asking where their vinyl is… i got you. #canada #USA #Australia #Germany #France #UK #Switzerland
Here is me walking offstage at Ottawa Comic Con.
You can see my animal ears.
Thank you Jesse for inviting me to rap/letting me invite myself.
The rappers behind me (or, that I am behind) are Jesse Dangerously & Tribe One. They will be coming to EVERY US CITY this summer in July & August, so go see them. If you wear animal ears to the show Jesse would be delighted to take a photo with you for this blog.
Jess: http://rljd.tumblr.com/
Tribe: http://wecandonothingherebutperish.tumblr.com/
this night was ill
that hilarious time when you use your dear friend’s name as shorthand for unleashing righteous feminist rage on some POOR UNSUSPECTING MISOGYNIST (and your mom knows exactly what you mean.)
I’ve been known to go kira-lynn for real on dudes. .. also I’ve seen Kira go jesse.
this is the Peace Wall on Sussex Drive. is anyone proofreading this thing? compare top right and bottom left…. (at Peacekeeping Monument)
the shithead convention is in town again. how many adults can you late term abort at once?
This is the first part of a little project I will work on while traveling. I will take reader input on where to go next, and we will see where this goes. Updating from my phone so apologies for any awkwardness.The beach is worn smooth and hard and the ocean is cold. Confused winds bring alternately sea-salt and the smell of smoke from somewhere inland. Before you jut black rocks like fingers. Two towers stand, skeletal, in the distance.
What do you do?
> search the nearby shore
My great homie Apt, a fellow Halifax->Ontario transplant, who was just a kid back when I only just wasn’t, has finished his first new rap project since Canvastripper in 2005. It is called 12 Bits and I think it is AMAZING and I am not wrong.
Check out his sampler plate here - check out the GRIT on all surfaces. Wow!
This is what he says:
“This is a taste of what to expect from the album 12 Bits, to be released on Droppin’ Science in the next month or so. All production by Apt, featuring appearances by DJ Cosmo, Ghettosocks, Bix, Timbuktu, Saidah Conrad and of course: George the Pug.”
here is a 6 litre container made of 1/2 cent’s worth of plastic and worth ten bucks taxes in because of its trendy logo. this is a calvin fucking klein garbage box.
I mean I WANT to be known for something I don’t think I’ve done yet - creating something really special and meaningful that connects with countless strangers the way the art that adds meaning to my life connected with me. I’m barely scratching the surface of what I hope to offer and I hope I get on the right track before I die.
That’s not what you asked though is it. I guess I just hope people who’ve met me tell their friends I’ve been kind to them, and said something so funny they almost barfed.
I sure did! I actually found it really charming, even though I think that Ice T is almost a surrealistically unintuitive host/director/producer for a doc on that particular topic. For all of his doggedly influential presence at a certain impressionable stage of hip-hop’s development, even when I was a kid I thought what passed for “lyricism” coming from him was laughably dull.
It actually makes him nearly perfect for the job, though - it turns him into a Diane Fossey, making observations on a species he has made himself intimate familiar to and with, but which he could never understand innately. Like when Rakim talks about plotting out sixteen bars, Ice T CANNOT HANDLE THIS INFORMATION. He has NEVER HEARD of knowing how rap works. It quickly becomes really clear why he did what he did, and never what they did.
His selection of interviewees is mostly pretty hard to find fault with, though - especially in the earlier, easterly-oriented segments. Talking to Snoop and Dre is kind of agonizing if you think about what other west coast style innovators he COULD have spent time with… neither of those dudes have ever been competent writers on any level. That was kind of weird
I was frustrated that he didn’t ask better questions, but I LIKED the camaraderie he had with almost everyone he spoke to, so eff it. The only sad thing was that you could almost taste how hard he was PRAYING every time he asked a hip-hop legend to “just say any rhyme that comes into your mind…” that they would kick one of his. It’s cringe-inducing when Snoop finally grants his wish… only to trail off, and have Ice T bring it back because HE IS SO EXCITED SOMEONE SAID HIMMMMMM!
Oh it was also weird how much of it was urban scenes of Ice T, age 67, wearing sunglasses and regarding New York City with an icily restrained yet seething hostility. I think that was because he is an ACTOUR.