Thursday, January 01, 2026
In the year 2525...
...will we still be alive ? And what will being alive mean ?
In 2025, being alive depends on how much capital you have and how you can leverage that to insulate yourself from those who have none.
Wednesday, November 01, 2023
Ayo ayo
What the hell is going on in the world or what in the world is going on in hell ?
Seems some cant wait and are looking to recreate hell on earth.
So sad. so stupid!
Todays post is bought to you by the letter B
B for bullshit...
...cos nowadays everbody wanna post like they got sumthing to say but when they move their fingers nothin comes out but eatarse bullshit
i hope one day the eyes will clear and people will be able to see past the bullshit...
...but i doubt it
and the band plays on...
...blah blah blah
...cos nowadays everbody wanna post like they got sumthing to say but when they move their fingers nothin comes out but eatarse bullshit
i hope one day the eyes will clear and people will be able to see past the bullshit...
...but i doubt it
and the band plays on...
...blah blah blah
Monday, December 26, 2022
Once in a lifetime...
Perhaps only once in a century we as humans are privileged with a thought a theory, a person who changes consensus reality and lifts the veil to allow a glimpse of absolute, objective reality.
I think we're about due for one...
Monday, April 20, 2020
I got this shit on lockdown!
Who woulda thunk a lil itty bitty virus could shut down the world as we knew it?
Just when you
thought it was safe...
Just when you
Monday, March 26, 2018
2018...lifequake
Though his world shook and his mind reeled, the body was still strong so the man soldiered on.
What else was he supposed to do?
It wasnt in his nature to cower in the face of adversity. He wasn't a child anymore. He faces challenges full on and face to face, that was his nature...
Bring it, he said. I fucking got this!!!
... and his ancestors laughed, nodded their heads in unison and agreed whole heartedly!
They would protect him as much as they would his children, whom he could no longer protect to the same extent as previously...
He felt safe in the knowledge!
What else was he supposed to do?
It wasnt in his nature to cower in the face of adversity. He wasn't a child anymore. He faces challenges full on and face to face, that was his nature...
Bring it, he said. I fucking got this!!!
... and his ancestors laughed, nodded their heads in unison and agreed whole heartedly!
They would protect him as much as they would his children, whom he could no longer protect to the same extent as previously...
He felt safe in the knowledge!
Monday, December 26, 2016
All my heroes are angels...
2016...where to start ?
R.I.P George Michael and through the year, Prince, Phife Dawg, Maurice white and David Bowie. Sure, there were many others who passed on this year, but none shaped my consciousness as much as those 5.
Let's start with Bowie. Slightly before my time so my introduction as a tail end disco kid, first wave hiphopper and junior funkateer was through one song, 'Fame'.
Before that, i didn't know white guys could be funky or that it was OK to be as weird as you wanna be. So i embraced my weirdness and chased fame for a while, but found out pretty early in the piece i wasn't cut out for it...too damn shy :)
Speaking of weird and funk, which is hard not to, there was the mystical inspired Earth Wind and Fire headed by Maurice White. A big ass black band with a horn section to die for, costumes for Africa and some of the coolest album art and posters...EVER!
Their elemental ancestral iconongraphy was my first introduction to a non christian philosophy/religion. From there i ventured out on my own, spiritually and musically...
Then dearly beloved, came Prince. As prodigious and precocious a talent as anyone and probably never again. He grabbed the funk and moulded it to fit his own out there personality, which was as weird as it gets...love symbol and slave anyone ?...Oh FUCK YES!!!
Sign o the times : PRINCE 1987
In my mind, Sign o the Times, the video of the concert, was his pinnacle both in composition and performance, perfectly encaptured in glorious video for all posterity!
The shortest distance between 2 points isn't a straight line when it comes to music.
And so it is that people's instinctive travels and the paths of rhythm cross, especially when you're questing with the tribe crossed with Norman Cook...
Q and Phife, as the main dawgs for A Tribe called Quest, were always on their own tip, spearheading an age of rap enlightenment that countered the darkness of reality rap festering in the ghettoes of niggaville USA.
"Keep shit hotter than a sauna / Or better yet, the hormones on your Christian daughter / Hey, I tried to warn her"
heh..nah not really...
One thing that I know for sure, Bad boys stick together, never sad boys...
As a teen i remember strutting up and down the main street of Milton, Sth Otago, ghettoblaster on the shoulder, proudly inflicting the badboy rap of WHAM! to any and all in a town whose staple diet of music consisted solely of psychedelic guitar rock and country ballads.
George Michael didn't change that, but he profoundly changed me! His impeccable dress sense still inspires me.
It was no coincidence he named himself after an archangel and dragon slayer, because he looked and sounded like an angel who struggled with a fire breathing dragon symbolizing the devil. He sung a hell of a lot about them, angels in lyrics with the devil in the music.
If ever there were a tortured musical artist with a messianic complex who sacrificed his guilt to share the pain of others and truly believed that as spiritual beings, we are practising the same religion, it was George...
All my heroes are angels, and we can all be heroes, if only for one day, knowing that another day, the angels will come for us...
CHOOSE LIFE!!!
R.I.P George Michael and through the year, Prince, Phife Dawg, Maurice white and David Bowie. Sure, there were many others who passed on this year, but none shaped my consciousness as much as those 5.
Let's start with Bowie. Slightly before my time so my introduction as a tail end disco kid, first wave hiphopper and junior funkateer was through one song, 'Fame'.
Fame makes a man take things over.Fame lets him loose, hard to swallow / Fame puts you there where things are hollow (fame) / Fame, it's not your brain, it's just the flame…
Before that, i didn't know white guys could be funky or that it was OK to be as weird as you wanna be. So i embraced my weirdness and chased fame for a while, but found out pretty early in the piece i wasn't cut out for it...too damn shy :)
Speaking of weird and funk, which is hard not to, there was the mystical inspired Earth Wind and Fire headed by Maurice White. A big ass black band with a horn section to die for, costumes for Africa and some of the coolest album art and posters...EVER!
Their elemental ancestral iconongraphy was my first introduction to a non christian philosophy/religion. From there i ventured out on my own, spiritually and musically...
Then dearly beloved, came Prince. As prodigious and precocious a talent as anyone and probably never again. He grabbed the funk and moulded it to fit his own out there personality, which was as weird as it gets...love symbol and slave anyone ?...Oh FUCK YES!!!
Sign o the times : PRINCE 1987
In my mind, Sign o the Times, the video of the concert, was his pinnacle both in composition and performance, perfectly encaptured in glorious video for all posterity!
The shortest distance between 2 points isn't a straight line when it comes to music.
And so it is that people's instinctive travels and the paths of rhythm cross, especially when you're questing with the tribe crossed with Norman Cook...
Q and Phife, as the main dawgs for A Tribe called Quest, were always on their own tip, spearheading an age of rap enlightenment that countered the darkness of reality rap festering in the ghettoes of niggaville USA.
"Keep shit hotter than a sauna / Or better yet, the hormones on your Christian daughter / Hey, I tried to warn her"
heh..nah not really...
One thing that I know for sure, Bad boys stick together, never sad boys...
As a teen i remember strutting up and down the main street of Milton, Sth Otago, ghettoblaster on the shoulder, proudly inflicting the badboy rap of WHAM! to any and all in a town whose staple diet of music consisted solely of psychedelic guitar rock and country ballads.
George Michael didn't change that, but he profoundly changed me! His impeccable dress sense still inspires me.
It was no coincidence he named himself after an archangel and dragon slayer, because he looked and sounded like an angel who struggled with a fire breathing dragon symbolizing the devil. He sung a hell of a lot about them, angels in lyrics with the devil in the music.
If ever there were a tortured musical artist with a messianic complex who sacrificed his guilt to share the pain of others and truly believed that as spiritual beings, we are practising the same religion, it was George...
All my heroes are angels, and we can all be heroes, if only for one day, knowing that another day, the angels will come for us...
CHOOSE LIFE!!!
Saturday, September 05, 2015
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