tambourines, mais oui

If I had been thinking, I would have asked P-Murder to play my birthday. Fortunately, they are playing Twee Zone on the 20th, which is where I’ll be with my crew after the morning jog, the DJ-related beer garden in Queens and the matinee of the Da Vinci Code (saturdays rule). Absurdity is the name of my game. Love P-Murder & minimal-gritty cowbell rhythms RIYL call and response, g0-go, inexcessive deployment of melodica, rap minutiae, smart people: p-murder’s the mountain
INNYFUCKINWAY, word to cam’ron giles… we finally met the other day and we are indeed the antitheses of each other… it was a disaster but also satisfying… and now that i know he’s got a song devoted to his struggle w/“IBS” on killa season, i know we are soul mates in the most deeply polar fashion. (“bad twins,” if you will, and YES that is a “lost” reference. What up Alvar Hanso.)
seriously, IBS will make you salty. and nihilism never comes from nowhere.
cam’s IBS excerpt:
“you know my attitude/ arrogant, cocky, rude
eatin off my papi food
used to be a stocky dude.’
it was no fun to work
everyday my stomach hurt
rippin off my undershirts
the pain was no comparison
throwin up in public
yo fuck it, it was embarrassin…
i can’t enjoy a movie dinner
my son growin up, i’m lookin like the movie thinner
i’m thinkin suicide / do or die / sit and cry”
i feel you, my dude. Seriously… IBS is totally misunderstood and under-researched, and when cam comes with these left-field, awareness-raising PSAs i want to give him a hug.