Sometimes gravity holds you down,
close to the ground.
Sometimes you get well-adjusted and you drown;
the voices of the suffering without sound.
Lauren and I went to a concert last night; the music was good, it was exactly what we needed—a good dose of reality in its joyfulness that everything else seem less relevant. We danced a bit; I think Lauren was even bumping at one point to the music. It was a good night and we needed the relaxation.
It had been a few years since we actually went to a concert. The last one was probably Tom Petty before we got married. Being in the crowd and listening, watching, and smelling a live show brought back memories. There was a time when I enjoyed life; I went to shows, rode around on my bicycle and took pictures. My life was plentiful; now it’s more of a burden. Since I started law school, I am plagued by the thought of the next case law or the next issue; I hadn’t thought about the souls of this earth and I haven’t searched for music in a long time.
So I woke up this morning, plugged into the searching Interweb; I found me some tunes.
MAN-UP. This is Brother Ali battling the Five Fingers of Death:
I wanted to write; I had the urge to write. But nothing came out. I wanted to search for music to inspire me; but every good Brother Ali video I found was plagued by commercials. Ironic, I know, for a man who bashes against establishment and so anti-commercialism should allow his music be ravaged by such cheap thoughts. I wanted to write a post on why commercialism is bad, but I know that’s just a righteous poetic gesture. It won’t actually accomplish anything.
It’s like trying to stop people from dancing to the Gangnam Style.
That reminds me, why is it that people are more fascinated by a Gangnam than real hip hop?
I want to write, but I will bring you music instead. This is not because I feel lazy and I like to insult your intelligence. Far from it, I want to share something to compliment that large humanoid brain of ours with a little bit of soul. Caution, this is not for machines who must insist on dancing to the Gangnam song. You do that on your own time and at your own risk. This is for those who would like to bop your head, listen to your soul, and sing once in an echo.
I want to bring you music because it transcends words—it speak a language no words can describe; as I would hope the idea of sustainability transcend the mere use of it in a segmented market place only to hold a place for commercial purposes. Words can help music come to life, commercialism can assist sustainability arrive; but both must be done with taste, in good faith, and to our delight. Anything else is just a mere aftertaste of the annoying Gangnam Style.
Life with the wrong kind of music is an even bigger mistake.
Rhymesayers Entertainment is an independent hip hop record label based in Minneapolis, Minnesota. It was co-founded in 1995 by Sean Daley (Slug), Anthony Davis (Ant), Musab Saad (Musab) and Brent Sayers (Siddiq). It is the largest hip-hop label in Minnesota.