dare you fulfill your potential?
Today at the cafe, I was cleaning the toilets
I sang to myself
For practice and for escape
And It went:
Why do you think cleaning ladies sing so much?
maybe because cleaning stuff sucks so much.
That’s why we make art, to escape
So why would I want to be “present” all the time?
State of Emceeing
Let me get this straight. if you're real you're transparent you have nothing to hide. But what about fakes? Are they opaque? Nah. That doesn't make sense because you can see through their disguise. So that leaves me with one option If I follow this line of reason let me explain through logic my state of emcee'ing... If I have nothing to hide And seeing is believing I can show you myself So I'm real - like breathing Being a clear liquid is a whole state of being not exactly something everyone's achieveing Ahh! I'm confusing myself Let's start at the beginning Before I was living That's an unreal state And that's the state I've reached when I'm reading what I've written That's my state of emcee'ing.
Many people view battle rap as a negative thing and choose to ignore it as a part of Hip Hop. This especially true of the newest form of battling which consists of pre-written lyrics delivered with no beat.
Battle sympathizers lament the old form which was complete freestyle and over instrumentals. This combined musicality with comedy and improvisation. the outcome could be a thrilling and hilarious event.
I will be going all “English Lit” on this topic and writing an essay, but for now let me just say that I freestyle rap battled my friend Cydney in the park tonight. We began by freestyling for fun and then I dissed here bandana. We went back and forth, insulting each others parents and selves.
We have been friends for what feels like a long time. We have gone to various levels of friendship and explored with each other in very intimate realms, so the material was juicy and real. We cackled and buckled and couldn’t believe what was coming out of our mouths. I even called her a “bitch” and it felt good. is that o.k.? Yes it is.
Look out Vancouver! Freestyle rap battles with instrumentals are coming back, big-time. Look out for a diverse group of emcees of all colours and genders and orientations spitting fire at each other and letting it all go, because even though it’s personal, it’s not personal at all.
After University I spent 2 years over seas. 6 of those months I spent in China, 4 of those months I spent living alone in a “hutong.” A hutong is defined as a “narrow alley” but it is also used to describe the homes themselves. It was very cheap. I shared a tap with my neighbours and used a public toilet. I wanted to be a rogue journalist who lived on the edge. I ended up becoming very lonely and having crying fits. Here is a map I drew by walking around the hutongs during my spare time (of which I had too much of).
The Chinese characters at the bottom were written by a woman I met while mapping. she invited me to have dinner with her family. I got very uncomfortable there because they kept me so long and put me in the guest room. See if you can find the “bboy” spot, where I trained on exposed floor.
At till composition:
If human interaction is based solely on transactions
It’s like our whole meaning for being is broken into fractions
Performing can sometimes make you feel extreme compassion for all people. It’s as if you are facing death and suddenly realize how silly you have been. You just want to be loving and be loved. I hope I can carry this attitude into the rest of my life, and remember how I felt about people the moment before I stepped on stage.