My Cat Baby Z.
My Cat Baby Z.
Chi Session XXIX
Black Roses- Forgive but Don’t Forget
by Fénix Xochitl Zuno
Abuse then affection
A dire misconception
Born at its inception
And with no other lesson
Handled without care or discretion
No way to deflect now what is inbred
To detect need a breach to dissect
So that the effect will be seen and not repeated
So that it is not a reflex
To lash out when vexed
Don’t know how to distinguish an order from a suggestion
Please from a question
Stress on inflection
An aberration of accommodation
No direction, so the love received
Is more of an abomination an infection
A thing to be called into question
Without learning one’s own reflection
Inspect the projection
Illusions like mirages offer no protection
Introspection the only solution to correction
Raze the structure to raise the expectation
The standard must be clear no exceptions or exemptions
A clear heart and strong soul
Forgiveness but never forgetfulness for redemption
Cannot be after all
Don’t let the gleam blind you, the flash trip you
Let you slip in the seam
Just like a desert when you’re desperate what you see isn’t always what it seems
Mythical like legendary but one truth above all,
Gotta get that C.R.E.A.M.
So I’ll be legen-wait-for-it-
This is so light, easy, and airy
On top of every Sunday Red hot like a cherry
All over that whipped there-you-have-it dairy
At this height being so mythical
You should applaud for me like I’m Tinkerbell
Just like I’m a fairy So you could Love or Hate me
Just Hear Me
Pay me out in attention.
POETRY POLITICIAN: PROCLAIMATION FOR A 99% NATION
Interest, Rate over Time
Seen only results of a negative decline
Progress as a Nation
If we want a different Solution
To Corporate Greed and Pollution
We need to change the Formula
Rearrange, Reorder the Law and Order of
S.V.U. Of the U.S.A. Eiffel Tower –ed 99%
Majority of the minority can’t pay the rent.
Time to Redefine the Norm
Cause a wise man once said
Insanity is doing the same thing over and over again
And expecting a different end
I mean what does that mean?
People just want to maintain
And expecting a change?
What a circular chain
Loss of Jobs is a loss of genius today
They protest at the grave
Kinda ironic a,
“Knowledge is the way
Knowledge is the power “
But my friends have degrees; we make the same per hour
Before money we cower
Power corrupts; Root of evil, School of Hard Knocks
It’s your Favorite School House Rock
Remember that one about government and law?
Think they’ll run that one anymore?
I don’t know that’s a tough call
What happens when after all,
They say to know knowledge at all
Was the original sin
So the technology that we make,
Is that the hidden snake?
Bit off more than we could chew
As a human race
Stupid drunk off the taste
Abuse our only Earth
Is that why we played with fire
Made it a silent “H” away from being
Premonition of our own
Never believed in 2012 before
But the Polar Caps are melting
We really Fucked Her
And Oh Daddy in Time
When she Comes
She’ll come hard
She’ll make it rain, She’ll make it pour
What the Fuck Man!
I’m not ready to go yet
I haven’t done nothing. Haven’t done enough yet
I’ve been trying to do my part to fight a losing battle, cause yeah I do recycle
I still want to learn to ride a bicycle
But Fuck It, I got closer than ever this year
That’s a shout out to my B Po and Thomas
Thanks for the lessons and the gear
Ya’ll are DA Bombest
I love me the Honest
People that I meet
But honestly can’t say that
That makes up 99% of the people that I meet
1984; born 1987
Does that mean my fate was sealed before I was born?
Nah, I was born Year of Rabbit, so F (XXX) it
Multiply like Once, than twice and than Once more
Greed will be our demise
The Earth won’t end
US who won’t survive
Remember those reptiles?
We won’t be a blip
Hardly be a trace of this transient time
End of Human Kind
Haven’t met many Humans that are Kind
Even the Pyramids
Sands of Time
Will Erode and Fade
Sphinx, Dust instead of a Face
We’re losing Human Race
Lost the Human in humane
Micromanaging The People’s Lives
Running the Rat Race
There’s no Redemption Song
Just rage against the machine
People just come as they are
1984 Thought Crime; Mental War
Not a coincidence that Art and Music are cut back
Don’t want to encourage Lone Wolves in a pack
Don’t want to encourage the Mind to play a Different part
Cause a Thought is only in a Mind, but in a Mind a Revolution can start
As Voltaire, Protect Art
Our ability to look up at the sky, and contemplate why
Isn’t that what sets us apart
From the other mammals,
What makes us so smart?
I can’t stop them
But I can pick up a pen
What I do is write
My sword, this is how I fight
Like a true Mexican I’ll cross the line
Rather die on my feet, than live on my knees,
Kneeling before Capitalist swine
If I’m sick I’m Ill
Punctuate it, I will
Not let you take away the Right to Think a Thought
Or Say What I Want to Say
For my Right to Write I’ll stay
On the left of the fight
What’s passing for Right Don’t seem Right
Know Justice is Blind, but it’s passing red for a green light
And in case you missed a line
Scroll up And Re-read my Proclamation
It’s in Black and White
Print that, Take it to the press
Strategic, playing Chess
War of Words
But I’ve already Won
I’m the Poet Laureate
Make yourself heard
Spread the Word
Holla at them till they Listen
This past weekend more than 700 “Occupy Wall Street” protestors were arrested during the ‘We are the 99%’ march across the Brooklyn Bridge. The plan was to simply walk across the pedestrian path, but as the march reached the bridge, a small group — chanting “take the bridge!” — gathered on the Brooklyn-bound roadway. Rolling Stone was there to capture the events. Check out the entire gallery on RollingStone.com.
Secrets of the 99%
I am the 99%
So are you.
Our generation is drowning.
We were told education would save us; we were lied to.
I’ve got the ability to connect the dots The others cannot see Paint the picture they cannot perceive Point of vantage Any two points in the universe can become a line Line; trip wire Now did that just blow your mind? To another level Space break continuum And Time that just moves on A moment is here and gone And never happens Identically Or organically ever again If everyone’s special than no one is, Well that much is true But if I think, I speak And all nothing special, But we are all unique Just like a moment, just like a snowflake By just a degree, by just a measure And when we all fall down we, all mix together Like a tear drop in the sea A grain in the sand No man is island and No man owns the land Cannot move forward while you stand still Cannot plant in the field if the field you do not till Drum and percussion Why the hell are you rushin’? D&B now it’s thumping Life on the line Get linear Kill this beat and then resurrect it; Michael Jackson thriller Beat the beat like a rug Under my own influence Psychosomatic, mind is my own drug On one, I’m on three A holy sacred trinity Of I, myself, and me True to yourself you must be Must pause on the path Cause I’ve just been treading, Head in the clouds, Never reading the map Everyday I’m trying to learn something Different than the day before Feels like in this game of life I’m always losing I’m trying to even the score Trying to stay alert Alarm on, no more snoozing Trying to be on time But the Good Things come To those who wait So I keep people waiting While my destiny I await? But I show up early and leave late Trying to be first and to make it last Learn from yesterday and take hold of the mast Midwest best of both sides of the round Blue marbel of a marvel But this wait is making me lose my marbles I’m tired of being patient I’m sick of being patient Rise rising and abating In the hospital but I got no insurance And this is Cook County so I just spent all day waiting No assurance, No coverage If you’ve got no collateral you’ve got no leverage Sit down have a cool beverage This world is so savage Money hungry power mongers And their appetite cannot be sated They’re always famished Send back the goods, the goods is damaged And all my dreams are outlandish And what I say, who am I to say? Like who are you and what’s your place? Do you have a my mmmmmh, drawing a blank Underscore my point so you clearly see my space Attach a name to a face Say a name enough times and they will heed me like OBEY Exit through the left if you hate I am Arrived and I was almost made to Wait
I’ve got the ability to connect the dots
The others cannot see
Paint the picture they cannot perceive
Point of vantage
Any two points in the universe can become a line
Line; trip wire
Now did that just blow your mind?
To another level
Space break continuum
And Time that just moves on
A moment is here and gone
And never happens
Identically Or organically ever again
If everyone’s special than no one is,
Well that much is true
But if I think, I speak
And all nothing special,
But we are all unique
Just like a moment, just like a snowflake
By just a degree, by just a measure
And when we all fall down we, all mix together
Like a tear drop in the sea
A grain in the sand
No man is island and
No man owns the land
Cannot move forward while you stand still
Cannot plant in the field if the field you do not till
Drum and percussion
Why the hell are you rushin’?
D&B now it’s thumping
Life on the line
Kill this beat and then resurrect it; Michael Jackson thriller
Beat the beat like a rug
Under my own influence
Psychosomatic, mind is my own drug
On one, I’m on three
A holy sacred trinity
Of I, myself, and me
True to yourself you must be
Must pause on the path
Cause I’ve just been treading,
Head in the clouds,
Never reading the map
Everyday I’m trying to learn something
Different than the day before
Feels like in this game of life
I’m always losing I’m trying to even the score
Trying to stay alert
Alarm on, no more snoozing
Trying to be on time
But the Good Things come
To those who wait
So I keep people waiting
While my destiny I await?
But I show up early and leave late
Trying to be first and to make it last
Learn from yesterday and take hold of the mast
Midwest best of both sides of the round
Blue marbel of a marvel
But this wait is making me lose my marbles
I’m tired of being patient
I’m sick of being patient
Rise rising and abating
In the hospital but I got no insurance
And this is Cook County so I just spent all day waiting
No assurance, No coverage
If you’ve got no collateral you’ve got no leverage
Sit down have a cool beverage
This world is so savage
Money hungry power mongers
And their appetite cannot be sated
They’re always famished
Send back the goods, the goods is damaged
And all my dreams are outlandish
And what I say, who am I to say?
Like who are you and what’s your place?
Do you have a my mmmmmh, drawing a blank
Underscore my point so you clearly see my space
Attach a name to a face
Say a name enough times and they will heed me like OBEY
Exit through the left if you hate
I am Arrived and I was almost made to Wait
Tha Carter IV : C4
“Man fuck them bitches and those hoes/Still running shit, I’m on my cardio /Stare into the eyes, the eyes of forever’ See no evil, hear no evil, Helen Keller /No music on, rock it acapella /And I don’t need a watch the time is now or never”
An excerpt of the intro track to the highly anticipated and long awaited explosive follow up to his groundbreaking Tha Carter III, Tha Carter IV is a dynamic release that does not disappoint. Weezy is in rare form; Tunechi’s back and he is all over the map as usual.
Released on the heels of Sorry For The Wait, Tha Carter IV’s most widely known track has been in regular rotation since the December of 2010. "6 Foot 7 Foot," samples the Day-O by Harry Belafonte and was produced by Bangladesh. It was the first time the producer and Wayne had worked together since his smash hit A Milli off the Carter III. The collaboration was Wayne’s first single following his release from prison and ushered in his kinetic return to the game. Mack Maine, president of Young Money and fellow label mate, likened it "A Milli on steroids." Invoking the premise of the Christopher Nolan’s release Inception, the music video explores in literal terms the many frantic and surrealist verses Wayne’s unleashes; hardly pausing for a breath while spitting gems like: "People say I’m borderline crazy, sorta kinda/Woman of my dreams, I don’t sleep so I can’t find her/You niggas are gelatin, peanuts to an elephant/I got through that sentence like a subject and a predicate"
Megaman is a fast paced throwback firespitter in the vein of Banned from TV off No Ceilings, all horns, lots of bass, no hook, and an excess of bravado. Opening on blips highly reminiscent of those heard at the start of the obstacle course from Ninja Warrior, Megaman is an energy infused tongue twister. In top form lyrically Weezy does his far reaching, rapid and innovative change ups inserting hyperboles and similes that beg the language bend to the will of Weezy.
Nightmares of the Bottom, offers a rare pensive glimpse into the mind of a revolutionary lyricist. Simplistic, cyclical piano backs the dressed down track with a hushed bass kick. The focus is on lyricism and expression in this one. A definite fan and listener track. It is followed by the most recent release She Will, Tha Carter IV’s answer to Lollipop featuring Drake on a hook that is sure to inspire more than one dirty dance in clubs everywhere because that is undoubtedly where She Will is intended to be played. Bass heavy, sexually suggestive and explicit it’s set to be the smash hit of the album. Followed by the antithesis to album’s third release, the acoustic guitar and drum driven ballad How to Love, Wayne’s startling departure and foray into singing/song writing, How to Hate featuring T-Pain most definitely displays the thin line between love and hate most tellingly in the lines "No really, I’m on my "fuck that bitch" shit /You used to be the shit, but now you ain’t shit, bitch”
Fittingly followed up by the album’s second single John, which samples the hook from Rick Ross’s I’m Not a Star, John plays like a sort of continuation of Wayne’s I Am Not a Human Being off his album bearing the same name. Eerie whirring tones throughout, overdubbed by frantic distress calls marshal in the bass thumping call to arms Weezy throws down: The guns are drawn and I ain’t talking ‘bout a sketch /I pay these niggas with a reality check /Prepared for the worst but still praying for the best/ This game is a bitch I got my hand up her dress”
President Carter, features perhaps the best sample of the whole album, that of the inauguration of President Jimmy Carter in 1977.A distorted, repetitive loping beat, with a harp section and foreboding tones build the track which could be seen as an answer to the hip-hop opera that was H.A.M. Weezy ends it on grand tones, with a ‘good speech’ in which he broadly addresses political corruption and war. And if it seems like a thematic response to Jay- Z and Kanye West’s H.A.M.than it’s barely a punctuation mark next to the hook free Alan Parson Project sampler It’s Good which features strong bombastic verses. Jada Kiss stays current with the issues dropping lines like “Gasoline, propane/Ain’t no salary cap in the dope game/ Ain’t no collective bargaining on cocaine /So in other words nigga, do your thang” Followed by Drake who drops the perfect bridge verse to introduce his mentor and Weezy pulls all out the stops on this one in a much speculated alleged diss to Jay Z “Two Glock 40’s nigga you got 80 problems …Talkin ’bout baby money? I got your baby money /Kidnap your bitch, get that ‘how much you love your lady’ money” Wayne has not directly commented on the matter. Whatever the case it’s a hard hitting jam that flows well into the outro. The Outro, which is a reverb of the intro sans Wayne, but featuring a strong ensemble cast of Bun B, Nas, Shyne and Busta Rhymes closing out C4 as only true lyricists and rap veterans can. Nas puts in a great performance, rap’s recluse Shyne drops his distinctive vocals but Busta undoubtedly steals the show on this one with a tongue twisting, breath stealing closing verse.
Bonus tracks off the I Tha Carter IV Deluxe I Like The View and Two Shots are beat heavy add-ons that sound like they could have been on SFTW. Two Shots in particular is just waiting for a remix because the bass, beat and hook are club ready.
A great follow up to Tha Carter III, Tha Carter IV shows that Wayne’s train is still running on his wild momentum and evolutionary tactics; after all this is Wayne’s World and we’re all just tourists.
Amy Winehouse, To Know You Was to Love You
Most knew her for her well documented substance abuse and personal problems, which is a damn shame because it’s not even a fraction of the force, talent, beauty and voice that was Amy Winehouse.
Channeling Motown, blues, jazz and soul she quickly commanded attention for her inimitable voice and singularly unique persona. Oozing sexuality and unabashedly speaking to the darker sides of human impulse Amy Winehouse was a true anomaly. Her voice would have sounded natural in some dim lit jazz longue set fifty years past, instead she channeled a voice from a generation past with lyrics that could have only gotten airplay today . Indeed her incendiary debut is looked upon as the inception point for many empowered female talents that have come up since.
Amy’s music was tragically at once fueled by and overtaken by a destructive lifestyle. She spoke of addiction and shunned redemption. Her default anthem Rehab is one example of her unapologetic nature; at once acknowledging her demons and refusing the exorcism. Other examples are evidenced in the sexually charged twisted tale she spins in the jazzy You Know I’m No Good which pales in brazenness to I Heard Love Is Blind and still more to the brassy tell off Stronger Than Me. Stronger also has a must-hear scat intro and a line only Winehouse could have delivered “I’m not going to meet your mother anytime, I just want to grip your body over mine”
If slow scorchers like her soul hit and fan favorite Love is a Losing Game, or the bluesy heartbreaker Wake Up Alone are any indication Winhouse’s romantic escapades also served as a double edged sword of inspiration and destruction. Singing “I stay up clean the house/least I’m not drinking/ Run around just so I don’t have to think about thinking” its apparent that depression lead to destructive means of distraction. For anyone who has ever experienced a relationship like the one described in the softly spoken guitar driven ballad Best Friends, self medication as a distraction is a default setting; as evidenced in Wake Up Alone when she utters the heartrending lines “This ache in my chest/cause my day is done now/the dark covers me and I cannot run now.”
It was in these enormously personal ballads that she showcased her fragile vulnerability, something she struggled to balance with a highly public profile while simultaneously struggling with addiction and bouts of depression.
It was a cocktail of the Molotov kind, drug abuse ultimately acting as an incendiary agent that consumed a promising and powerful voice. However, this isn’t a tabloid this is a tribute to an artist. It’s impossible to speak of Amy and ignore the dark parts in her life; she herself was never one to shy away from acknowledging the dark, after all she lived the blues.
Her career was one of blindingly stellar highlights, garnering five Grammys by the time she was 24 among many other accolades. She did nothing halfheartedly, her highs were dizzyingly high and her lows were devastatingly low. Finding the middle ground to walk in such a state must have been difficult especially with added media scrutiny. Indeed it is a plight many artists face, the struggle to balance the duality of expressing so publicly issues that are more times than not something they feel very intimately.
However it’s important to remember it wasn’t all tears, sex and heartbreak. Amy Winehouse also had a killer sense of humor displayed in the ever so subtly titled Fuck Me Pumps or the extra cheeky green loving anthem Addicted.
From blues, soul, jazz and rock her vocalizations could hypnotize you into believing your senses had been transposed fifty years back when covering greats like Someone to Watch Over Me as most famously sung by Ella Fitzgerald or for a signature modern sound on an a classic, her version of Its My Party, one of her last released recordings on Quincy Jone’s Q: Soul Bossa Nostra .
Her vibrancy was apparent on songs like the seldom played Hey Little Rich Girl and especially palpable on her version of Valerie on Mark Ronson’s Versions, where Ronson ,in a stroke of genius, kept in Amy’s candid “…having too much fun” just before band kicks up.
Immensely talented, refreshingly honest and devastatingly original the loss of an artist like Amy Winehouse strikes so close to home for so many because of the level of intimacy they connected to her on. Through seemingly endless heartbreaks or all consuming depression, like those spoken of in Back to Black hers was a voice that was powerful enough to lift people up, either through an empowered refrain like the one sung on Tears Dry on Their Own or through gentle guitar strumming on the playful interlude Cherry.
Indeed she has left an indelible mark on music. Her voice will be truly missed but never forgotten. Amy Winehouse, all there is left to say is thank you for the music. May you rest in peace, may your voice echo through all the ages.
**Most people know her for Rehab and while it’s a great song it does not even scratch the surface of her range in no particular order ten songs of Amy’s that I highly recommend giving a listen
1. Love is a Losing Game http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NLB-BmYDPw0
2. He Can Only Hold Her http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3XKYZRuJEnU
3. Hey Little Rich Girl http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YDnnXPSLzY8
4. Wake Up Alone http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tkLiYIDD794
5. You Sent Me Flying http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xHddkSxHEEY
6. To Know Him Is To Love Him
7. Someone to Watch Over Me http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ga-cBEPtzE0
*partial but her speech beforehand is worth it
9. Stronger Than Me http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9aXmoBQPFRI