Never A Truer Word Spoken?
Taken from my man Anik’s blog, the (ex?) Dark Circle emcee lays down the knowledge for you…
“ok ok so finally the time has come for me to honour my invitation. thank you mr. p for the ticket, i take my hat off, as always. or i would if i had one on. and while we”re on the subject… oh fuck it. i’ll just stick with humble bow and hat removal.
so dave is catching a quick nap cos he only slept three hours and i’ll think i’ll grab the chance to write as anik. no masks, no sirkus, and nothing in my nose apart from bogies. this will soonest change i guess, what with the island beckoning, but for now it’s only now.
and i’m going to vent my thoughts on something maybe some of the fellow benchmen will find appealing. new maybe. challenging, perhaps. maybe even offending, sacreligious. cos religious is indeed the chosen matter, and this is somewhat spitting in its face. but that’s what it’s there for, and that is what we very proudly do. and as it is my fellow benchmen, and ladies with the pens, that have catapulted my ratings into the near rediculous… it is the least i can do. found it in the bottom of my hat.
and it is a matter which was ever so slightly touched upon with stig and pav and ebow of the beggars, probably a year ago i’d say. and they provided reactions i’d predicted. and i spoke to them as members of a sect i once belonged to but have since left far behind, and very gladly so, a sect that moulds the minds of all its members in ways that some would maybe find alarming. especially as it is a sect that fronts as being creative, or indeed is so to a certain extent. but is governed by SO many rules written and whispered that it strangles in the birth whatever dares to step a step too daring. only the very fewest manage to survive in the realms of the unusual, our dear host included in those numbers. but even he is far from happy, it’s dripping from his each and every word, blessed as those words are known to be. maybe now a quote would be appropriate:
… i’m sick of living in london town- i’m sick to death of rap i’m thinking about putting it down…
…serving suggestion indeed. glad you didn’t fella, every movement needs its martyr. but i did, and damn i’m glad i did. cos all of a sudden i can do, think, dress, sing, write, behave, befriend and become what, where, how and whomever the fog i like, without inviting the strict opinions of a very pathetically law-abiding scene i seemed to move in. as an illustration, a few things it’s good to cross off your character description if you want to be taken seriously by the rapmass:
female. pure european. passive. of educated background. of financially advantaged background. sensitive. gay. disabled. experimental. unusual. flambouyant. married. old. long-haired. open minded. into rhythms that aren’t 4/4. into slow rhythms. into fast rhythms. into poetry ironically enough and blah blah blah blah blah basically the only thing you ARE allowed to be is a male, under 30 very fucking hetero narrow-minded showoff who is into wearing uniform, likes 4/4 beats of 93bpm and is preferably black but that of course is a little trickier in the european version. but it’s preferable anyway. oh yeah and poor, and criminal. and if you don’t drink and smoke weed you can forget it in the first place. of course there are exceptions, they’re reeling through your mind right now i can hear it, but they are exceptions. go to a rap jam if you don’t believe me. and even these exceptions don’t go out of their way to make a point of it. even the famous public school rap cats (of which there are MANY more than you probably know believe me i’m one of them i can smell em a mile off) don’t go doing tunes about the schools in which they spent the half of their lifetimes. instead of selling crack. very formative to their character i would think. more than they’d admit to themselves i think. and why don’t they? because they’re fucking scared of ridicule? because they”re in denial? because they”re just acting a part to fulfill the expectations of an equally part-loving audience? all of the above? keep it REAL? jesus christ it’s the fakest fucking genre in existence. that abides by the most fascist rules of conduct known to music. it’s not a way of life it’s a safety structure for lost teenagers who need to identify with a crowd they twist and turn to fit into. of course there are exceptions, but those are not the ones that i’m concerned with. jesus man there are things about certain rappers i know i would never DREAM to say in public cos they”re my friends and i’m not a spiteful fella. hey i don’t even need to prove it it’s all just blindingly obvious but hip hop is so fucking holy that no-one dares to say a word against it.
shit this has all turned a little poisonous but that only goes to prove that, despite all that, i do actually give a fuck. it’s just that:
we creative people have all been blessed with a gift SO precious that i find it sinful to restrict it with such ridiculous rigidity. human existence is so much more varied, interesting, multi-faceted, touching, moving, joyful, painful, so much more REAL than ninety nine percent of what can be gleamed from rap music. or, most rap music. broadly excepted rap music. but sadly they’re all too busy filling in stencils instead of drawing pictures they themselves have painted. the point’s been made. you’re the best rapper ever. now say something that”s vaguely interesting. and maybe you can even ADD something to the artform you claim to owe your life to. stop being such a fascist. and never strip yourself of your uniqueness. don’t be scared of love you pussies. don’t be scared you pissed your bed. or that you sometimes cry, or find things apart from juicy asses beautiful. be man enough to show yourself for who you are. if you’re not scared to show your weakness you really show your strength. cos EVERYone has their weakness. only the strong are brave enough to show it. believe what you believe, not what the rap bible commands. and don’t listen to a word i say if you don’t like it. just a single view of many millions.
anyway. enough blah. congratulations/comiserations for making it this far. and yeh. whatever. get back to what you were doing. see y’all in a bit.
lots of love
anik and the sleeping dave.”
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