Steve Albini And The Journey Of Self-Reflection

“I am in fact no friend to fascists, or capitalists or any of the other political swine that cover the earth like gnats.”

Steve Albini

“I didn’t do this by myself. I did this as a participant in a scene, in a community, in a culture, and when I see somebody extracting from that rather than participating in it as a peer, it makes me think less of that person.… My participation in all of this is going to come to an end at some point. The only thing that I can say for myself is that, along the way, it was a cool thing that I participated in, and on the way out, I want to make sure that I don’t take it with me.”

Steve Albini

i made the spontaneous decision to catalogue all of my records in Discogs. It’s something i’ve wanted to do for some time, but the thought of even attempting it felt so daunting. Now that i’ve begun this journey, i can now say that this is certainly, a fairly arduous task. Given that a dialectical framework is crucial in order to navigate in this life, the upside in cataloguing thousands of CDs and vinyl albums is that it does several things: it reminds me of the gift that music actually is, with its wealth and diversity; it encourages further organization, and more specifically, it keeps my brain occupied, so as to resist navigating toward a more undesirable mental space.

Despite ending up eventually cataloguing things randomly (so as to not breed monotony), i did start out chronologically, in descending order. Zulu was the first band on the list, then Zounds. i then moved to Zeni Geva, and my eyes began to tear up, as one of the albums they made was with Steve Albini.

i have been open in my appreciation for Mr. Albini’s work for many years; he has been, in fact, my favorite producer of all time. i am highly aware that he preferred to identify as an engineer; and while my favorite engineer of all time is Bruce Swedien, the more i think about Albini’s philosophy regarding his work, ‘producer’ truly was not applicable for him.

As a person who is constantly examining our collective relationship to class, i began to think more about how his work should be considered. There’s a reason he refused to identify as a ‘producer’, despite his stamp being all over multitudes of albums. You know the ‘Albini sound’ when you hear it- simultaneously dry and raw, yet maintaining an emphasis on the rhythm section. The guitar (from my ears) tends to be a slightly discordant accent to the bass and drums, similar to a band like the Minutemen, one of my favorite bands of all time.

i was a teenager when it happened. The first thing i heard was a snare and crash combination, and a rhythmic illusion, when the bass came in. It was at that moment where the drums became my first musical love. Very rarely does an album open with drums, but David Lovering did so, on the Pixies’ Surfer Rosa album.

The first Albini-associated albums i actually recall hearing were Jesus Urge Superstar and The Supersonic Storybook by Urge Overkill. However, as a kid in junior high school just coming into my own when it came to music listening, i was not aware of who Steve Albini was. Not too soon after, a whole new world opened up for me after hearing Surfer Rosa; and i began drumming on whatever i could find, eventually playing in bands, heavily inspired by players such as Lovering and Hugo Burnham (of Gang Of Four).

As my record collection grew, i realized more and more bands i enjoyed had records ‘produced’ by Albini, or had some sort of association with him: Liar, Down and Goat by The Jesus Lizard (another one of my favorite bands of all time); Pod by the Breeders; 24 Hour Revenge Therapy by Jawbreaker; Gub by Pigface; Rid Of Me by PJ Harvey; Project Infinity by Man Or Astroman?; Hissing Prigs In Static Couture by Brainiac, Meantime by Helmet; and too many more to name. He even recorded In On The Kill Taker with (another one of my favorite bands of all time) Fugazi, but the album ended up being re-recorded/produced by longtime producers Ted Niceley and Don Zientara. i of course ran out and purchased a whole bunch of the music he contributed to creating as well, from Big Black’s Bulldozer EP, to Shellac’s At Action Park, and more. A not insignificant number of my record collection at the time would be releases from the Touch And Go label, because i assumed Albini would automatically have had a hand in the recording process. The man knew how to get the best sound out of everyone he worked with, regardless if they were a smaller punk band, or a pop star- for example, he produced what would be in my view, Jarvis Cocker’s best solo work.

Outside of those who were appreciators (or who worked with him), Albini is most likely known for his work with Nirvana for the album In Utero. A direct response to the slicker production of Nevermind (which was (co)produced and engineered by Butch Vig and mixed by Andy Wallace); the band ended up working with Albini (to the bewilderment of the executives at DGC). In Utero actually maintains the rawness of Bleach (recorded by Jack Endino), with a bit more musical proficiency. ‘Milk It’ is undeniably a Nirvana song (with its lyrical/vocal incoherence); however it is also, in my view, besides the potentially slight nod to (another one of my all-time favorite bands) the Melvins’ ‘It’s Shoved’, one of the greatest examples of Albini’s influence all over this album. It is the best song on what i consider to be their best album. While songs on the album eventually were remixed in the end by Scott Litt (to Albini’s great consternation); he is forever ingrained in the narrative of Nirvana.
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Here is where we return to the relationship to class. i would not assume Albini’s political or ideological positions; however, how he moved through the world as a person who worked with artists was less hierarchical than how ‘producers’ tend to be perceived- or actually are. Throughout his work he understood that, similar to a factory; those on the assembly line are the biggest producers of labor, thereby being the most integral to the process. The reality that exists materially is that, just like the factory worker, the artist has their labor exploited and stolen from with inhumane contracts and advances, and in some cases, a stifled voice.

In a letter that was penned to the band, Albini wrote: “I’m only interested in working on records that legitimately reflect the band’s own perception of their music and existance.” The first portion of the “methodology and philosophy” portion of the letter he states:

“Most contemporary engineers and producers see a record as a “project,” and the band as only one element of the project. Further, they consider the recordings to be a controlled layering of specific sounds, each of which is under complete control from the moment the note is conceived through the final six. If the band gets pushed around in the process of making a record, so be it; as long as the “project” meets with the approval of the fellow in control.

My approach is exactly the opposite.

I consider the band the most important thing, as the creative entity that spawned both the band’s personality and style and as the social entity that exists 24 hours out of each day.”

In relation to the ‘factory’ theory, Albini continues: “I do not want and will not take a royalty on any record I record. No points. Period. I think paying a royalty to a producer or engineer is ethically indefensible. The band write the songs. The band play the music. It’s the band’s fans who buy the records. The band is responsible for whether it’s a great record or a horrible record. Royalties belong to the band.”

Also: “I would like to be paid like a plumber: I do the job and you pay me what it’s worth. The record company will expect me to ask for a point or a point and a half. If we assume three million sales, that works out to 400,000 dollars or so. There’s no fucking way I would ever take that much money. I wouldn’t be able to sleep.”

i have been an appreciator of this man’s work for over 30 years of my life, and despite his adamant resistance to the title (and despite having an awareness as to why over the years), it wasn’t until after his passing that it truly hit me.

While Albini took a little bit more of a ‘socialistic’ approach to his relationship with bands, this did not mean the man did not have his share of contradictions. My appreciation for his work did not belie my discomfort with his more problematic aspects. In short, while he was my favorite ‘producer’, i didn’t necessarily like him as a person, based on how he publicly presented himself.

In the middle of writing this, i encountered another musical heartbreak, as i found out Gary Floyd (of the band the Dicks) has also physically transcended. Anyone who reads this blog (and is a listener to many of the bands i’ve named) is most likely aware that my political leanings align far more with bands such as the Dicks and the Minutemen; and while his trajectory is one i haven’t necessarily gravitated toward (despite loving his work over the years), Steve Albini openly experienced a particular type of consciousness shift that is generally associated with individuals such as Gary Floyd.

As a fat, Communist and very out gay man, Gary Floyd lived his life on the margins of society, living in a state that is no stranger to hostile right wing sentimentalism and laws – Texas. Albini existed on the same spectrum as Floyd ultimately, in that their music was a commentary on particular social ills; both also lent their talents to being a vehicle of resistance to the ‘stuffier’ aspects of society. Both artists utilized parody and satire as commentary. That of course was where their similarities ended. As a marginalized person (who has been the recipient of attacks), Floyd took the path of acknowledging the interconnections of various struggles, such as state-sanctioned repression and violence, the prison-industrial complex, and class inequities. Albini leaned more into embodying the personalities/characteristics of those who cause harm, blurring the lines between truth and fiction.

There is a particular dearth of empathy in the sort of idealistic resistance Albini (and others like him) espoused over the years. Albini’s art was driven by a certain deep-rooted misanthropy; as a teenager with slight bouts of misanthropy myself, i was not necessarily aware of the depths of depravity he swam in, both in his life, and in the subjects he wrote about, whether it was about a soldier with PTSD, child abuse and trafficking, or racism. Despite any negativism i felt regarding the human race at the time, my gravitation towards bands like the Dicks or Crass (as well as my constant reading of Anarchist theory, Marxism or other ideological frameworks on the anticapitalist spectrum) contributed to me not capitulating to sheer hatred.

Despite being lauded for his dedication to artistic integrity; it would not be a false assertion to say Albini’s burnt more than a few bridges in his lifetime, including with people he’s worked with. Without sounding too much like an armchair psychologist (and also risking being absolutely incorrect), a cursory look at the artistic output, some very publicly antagonistic comments toward peers and non-peers alike; as well as instances of casual racism, misogyny and homophobia appear rooted in a reaction to an experience of emotional pain. Instead of wholly internalizing his feelings, he made the decision to enact pain onto others. He was able to camouflage the most unsettling parts of his personality by emphasizing his skills behind a sound console, or a guitar.
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Steve Albini was 14 years older than me. He came from a generation of Lenny Bruce, George Carlin and Richard Pryor… which on some level begat folks like GG Allin, Sam Kinison and Andrew ‘Dice’ Clay. Pushing lines of ‘moral decency’ as far as you could go was not uncommon. While there was protest appearing from the so-called ‘moral majority’ at the time; marginalized members of the population who may have been targets of some of the comedians’ ire or barbs did not have as large of a platform to produce adequate public criticism. Prior to the ubiquitousness of the internet, it wasn’t necessarily understood that one’s actions would have far-reaching consequences.

Albini was the epitome of what, in more recent times, is known as an ‘edgelord’, described as “one who makes wildly dark and exaggerated statements (usually on an internet forum) with the intent of shocking others. There is usually a tone of nihilism to such remarks, the kind that might be flagged by a counselor as anti-social behavior.” It could be argued that relegating ‘edgelord’ content to lyrics is still on the verge of being problematic; however, it is contained. There was a conscious decision to take this outside of the context of ‘art’, when he did everything from openly call the Pixies- the band i heard which birthed my love of drums-“cows”, to flat out finding amusement at the abuse and exploitation of children, via the work of Peter Sotos. Sotos (whose work Albini ultimately described as “repellent”), was the publisher of zines and books that explored the darkest depths of depravity and inhumanity, by reprinting and describing instances of sexual predation/violence and serial killers. Sotos was actually charged in 1985, with possession of child pornography, due to the content of his books.

Albini’s defense at the time of his spouting of “edgelord shit” was that a person’s behavior mattered more than the things they say. “…(C)hange the way you live your life, not the way you speak.”

i came to terms many years ago that this person whose work i adored was indeed, a terrible person. With all of his contradictions i also had some of my own, in that i still had no problem listening to his catalog, or any works he’d produced. i suppose i rationalized it because i didn’t see any evidence of him actually physically harming anyone, hence, the contradiction. That said, if my analysis was formed in the ways it is today, i most likely would not have gone to the store to get any of his records.

While it is true that all humans are flawed, most humans, as far as i know, do not see the act of being transgressive and incendiary/provocative for the sake of it as a virtue, nor is it seen as a life objective. i think there are far more productive ways of challenging the society we live in. Not surprisingly, being staunchly anticapitalist and anti-imperialist gets you in a lot more trouble with the system than being an ‘edgelord’… since the very things that edgelords do are essentially a reflection of the mores deeply embedded in said society- racism, classism, misogyny, ableism, and the various other intersections of oppression.

Steve Albini learned the hard way that “edgelord shit” has repercussions. He explained countless times that his affinity for depicting the more sadistic end of the human race was to resist the cartoonish commercialization of it. Racists are portrayed as caricatures, and murderers are romanticized in a sense, versus being seen as the disgusting people Albini claimed they were. He once said: “There’s something about using that as a vehicle for commerce, as the product that you sell — these existential horrors — and using that as a trinket to get people into a commercial stream.” There is only so far you can take that though, when again, lines become blurred. Your resistance becomes just as much of a spectacle as the “soap opera” you are vehemently opposed to.

i didn’t particularly intend to write this piece. i thought i would sit with my own thoughts as i processed my feelings around the physical transition of a very imperfect (and often problematic) someone who had no idea i existed, but has inspired me in many ways- the ways i think about music, the ways i listen to music, and the ways i record even. i am not as much of a ‘purist’ as he (as i do record digitally, since it’s a bit more affordable); still, my preference for a drier sound, as well as emphasizing the significance of bass and drums, was shaped by my appreciation for this man’s work.

Despite not intending to write, i purposefully didn’t look at much, covering his transition… until i began writing. i was surprised by two things: the vast amount of coverage- from Forbes to Pitchfork; from the mainstream to the underground- his transition received; and how celebrations of his life generally have not omitted his contradictions. There have been so many articles and blurbs on his passing, it’s been impossible to look at them all. One thing i did see in a few places was praise for his commitment to ‘punk rock ethics’. The more i thought about this praise, the more i thought about his past thoughts and actions in relation to my theory: that punk is ultimately a manifestation of the larger conditioned social order.

Could Albini ultimately be seen as a perpetrator of stochastic terrorism, had a band like Big Black (or the unfortunately named Rapeman) existed today, under the ubiquitousness of the internet and age of increased parasocial relationships? It’s an answer to a question we will most likely never know. However, in recent years, Albini- to the surprise of many, engaged in a very public about-face. Regarding the “edgelord shit,” he said, “It was all coming from a privileged position of someone who would never have to suffer any of the hatred that’s embodied in that language.”

Like i said in my last post, words mean things.

It was two years ago when someone sent me the MEL Magazine interview (linked above), “because (I) like Steve Albini.” The contents of that interview were surprising, to say the least. Soon after that, i went down a brief Albini accountability session rabbit hole, and was met with comments, considering him to have ‘surrendered to wokeness’ as opposed to honoring someone’s growth and maturity, thus proving his point regarding prioritizing accountability for his past behavior.

From the same interview, he said:

“I admit that I was deaf to a lot of women’s issues at the time, and that’s on me. Within our circles, within the music scene, within the musical underground, a lot of cultural problems were deemed already solved — meaning, you didn’t care if your friends were queer. Of course women had an equal place, an equal role to play in our circles. The music scene was broadly inclusive. So for us, we felt like those problems had been solved. And that was an ignorant perception. 

That’s the way a lot of straight white guys think of the world — they think that it requires an active hatred on your part to be prejudiced, bigoted or to be a participant in white supremacy. The notion is that if you’re not actively doing something to oppress somebody, then you’re not part of the problem. As opposed to quietly enjoying all of the privilege that’s been bestowed on you by generations of this dominance. 

That was the fundamental failure of my perception. It’s been a process of enlightenment for me to realize and accept that my very status as a white guy in America is the product of institutional prejudices, that I’ve enjoyed the benefits of them, passively and actively. And I’m responsible for accepting my role in the patriarchy, and in white supremacy, and in the subjugation and abuse of minorities of all kinds.”

While Albini asserted accountability, he was far from self-effacing. Despite existing in a community which espouses itself to be counter to the outside world- a ‘diverse’ place where outsiders can come and be supported; he acknowledged his role in being part of a scene which was (say it with me) a manifestation of of the larger conditioned social order. He perpetuated harm onto others, under the guise of saying ‘fuck you’ to mainstream society. That entails a particular level of privilege, and in his acknowledgement of that privilege he did not ask for forgiveness from those he potentially (and actually) harmed. He was not seeking fanfare in order to increase his social capital.

It’s a lesson many can learn from.

While he opted to explore the more melancholy facets of human existence (as an alternative to the cartoonish depictions of evil), he and his social group simultaneously declared anyone who professed to actually be a racist was a “ridiculous country bumpkin” who should never be taken seriously. He began to reassess this perspective: “In our circles, nothing was off limits. So, it took a while for me to appreciate that using abusive language in a joking fashion was still using abusive language. And it was genuinely shocking when I realized that there were people in the music underground who weren’t playing when they were using language like that and who weren’t kindred spirits. They were, in fact, awful, and only masquerading as intellectuals. That was one of many wake-up moments.”

While comedians like Lenny Bruce or George Carlin (and descendants such as Bill Hicks) constantly were impacted by ‘decency laws’, each of these comedians used their talents to challenge the status quo, not uphold or defend it, unlike some of the people Albini found abhorrent, such as Joe Rogan or the hosts of Barstool Sports. “(T)he uncomfortable truths that they’re expressing are genuinely, almost exclusively, childish restatements of the status quo. Or they’re pining for sustaining the status quo that they feel is threatened somehow. I can’t think of a more tragic or trivial comic premise than: Things should stay the way they are. That’s the absence of creativity — it’s a void rather than a creative notion. It’s fundamentally conservative and anti-progress. And I strain at finding humor in the idea that things should not get better.”
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“The music that I admire the most is the music that gives me a moment of insight into someone else. That kind of music is valuable to me as it helps me to understand more about the world.”

Steve Albini

Sometime in the mid to late 1990s, i had a one-sided ‘encounter’ with Steve Albini.

Shellac were playing a show at the Knitting Factory in Manhattan (NYC), and i was one to two feet away from him in the lobby, among a large crowd of people. Our eyes met, and i just laughed in his face. His face in response was nonchalant, as if to say, ‘Whatever,’ and he returned to what he was doing. As much as i loved the guy’s music, my laugh was one filled with derision, because i did not, again, like the man who made that music. This was before i even found out about some of the more insidious parts of his history; all i knew was that i was not a fan of his overwhelmingly negative energy.

i have no regrets whatsoever in what i did. i was quite young, and did quite a bit more reactionary things, as opposed to examining the root of whatever problems i had. What happened at that moment was fleeting anyway; surely it’s not something he would have remembered.

i look back at that moment though, and in light of the context it makes me smile to see the person he became. In his life’s journey, outside of all of the “edgelord shit”, the Steve Albini i saw in his later years in interviews and on camera was far from a pushover (even in his evolution as an increasingly empathetic person), but he was funny, humble, and wise. And most importantly, he loved cats.

i wouldn’t consider his evolution revolutionary in the slightest; what i would consider it to be is rare.

Rest well, Steve Albini. And thank you.

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The Myth Of ‘Conscious’ Hip Hop

You most likely have heard this saying: Words mean things.

i am an advocate for the fluidity of language. The idea that language should be static does not account for waves of population shifts and adaptations. That said, words mean things. And while some words have been generally divorced from the lexicon of their original connotations, there are others which are impervious to shifts in culture.

As a lyrics person i think about language often when it comes to hip hop. My guess is that most deep connoisseurs or appreciators of hip hop do as well, given that flow, as well as clever use of similes and metaphors are an integral part of what makes a ‘great emcee’. The notion of a being to deliver ‘rhythm and poetry’ is ultimately an element of a sensual movement- hip hop utilizes dance, touch, sound and sight to convey stories, historically from marginalized communities.

The notion of sensual connection is where the romance ends. Hip hop as a culture in and of itself, while it was a response to the material conditions people were experiencing in the hood- the loss of arts and music programs in schools to start- was never a culture immune to misogyny, homophobia or other extensions of structural disparities. We can look at ‘golden era’ films such as Beat Street or Wild Style that would easily dispel this cultural utopia.
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The concept of words meaning things (in relation to hip hop) weighed heavily on my mind during the era when Oprah Winfrey was in an ideological battle with portions of the community. Winfrey (who was seen by many as an arbiter of ‘positive culture’) publicly made a distinction between ‘good rap’ and ‘bad rap’, as her primary distinction was that ‘good rap’ did not resort to misogyny.

My mother used to watch her show regularly; and while i remember very little (save the time in 1988 when she brought a Radio Flyer full of fat on stage to indicate how much weight she had lost, as well as when she was sued in the late 1990s by the cattle industry in Texas for questioning if industry standard practices could potentially endanger a population of meat eaters via Bovine spongiform encephalopathy (or ‘mad cow disease’)), one episode i remember was when she interviewed Lonnie Rashid Lynn (aka Common, fka Common Sense). i was quite into Common’s music at the time, and i found it strange how this woman was praising and gushing over him, while simultaneously denouncing other artists due to ‘misogyny’. i continued to ask myself, ‘Has this woman actually listened to this man’s records?’ While i did listen to his albums, i also simultaneously critiqued them, as he resorted to unveiled misogyny and homophobia, albeit to a lesser degree than many of the artists Winfrey took issue with.

Lynn had no opposition to utilizing the infamous ‘n word’ all throughout his albums; nor was he opposed to calling women ‘bitches’ and ‘hoes’ in the earlier part of his career. He’s also used the word ‘bitch’ in a disparaging manner towards a man, as if to indicate said man is submissive, or like a woman. An example would be the lyric “You my bitch and like a Ford, I’m exploring you,” from ‘Hungry’, a track from (in my opinion) one of the greatest hip hop albums, One Day It’ll All make Sense, despite its problematic content. Another example would be a song which ‘Hungry’ actually casually referenced: ‘The Bitch In Yoo’, Common’s diss track towards Ice Cube. This was a track that surprised many, given that he was previously known as a ‘nice’ rapper.

i would argue that people held Lonnie Rashid Lynn in a similar light to how people see Kendrick Lamar today. Both artists were rooted in the south side of Chicago and Compton, California respectively; and while they aren’t generally seen as ‘tough’, they have historically been respected by the streets, on one level or another.

And here we are… The praise that borders on lionization of Kendrick Lamar in light of his barrage of current diss tracks towards Drake has rekindled ever stronger, any thoughts i’ve had around the concept of words, and what they mean.

My introduction to the catalog of Kendrick Lamar was actually due to purchasing a used MP3 player at a garage sale of sorts. There were a number of albums still on it, including his first three: Overly Dedicated, Section 80, and Good Kid, M.A.A.d City. When i purchased the device (for about $5), To Pimp A Butterfly was recently released, and a top favorite by many at the time. the songs i heard from it were not particularly my style, and in response i was told to give his music more of a chance, outside of that album.

With the advantage of having this recently-purchased MP3 player, i was actually able to do that. While on some level i understood his appeal, unsurprisingly, nothing about my views on his music shifted.

While my exposure (up until recently) didn’t move far beyond this experience (outside of a few songs from his last album); this seemingly perpetual battle between the two rappers was my first real exposure to Drake. i cannot particularly say i’ve been impressed with him either. However, my views on style or influence is not the primary point of this piece. i also recognize that these two individuals are loved by many, and any critique i have may be met with anger or derision.

If we are discussing the merits of this battle of words between the two; it is easy to see that Kendrick Lamar (aka KDot)’s sense of timing, phrasing, use of metaphors as well as tone are far more successful. While his particular style is not necessarily something i’d regularly listen to, i (again) understand his appeal. The primary struggle i have is in his being labeled a ‘conscious’ artist.

And here is where we return to the concept of words, and them meaning something.

i would argue in one sense that all hip hop and rap artists (save ones who are forced into contracts) are conscious artists in the classic sense, as they have willfully and intentionally signed a contract with a record label and/or management company. In relation to how the word ‘conscious’ is known for being used, i would argue that most artists considered ‘conscious’ are not. For an artist to be ‘conscious’ in its purest form (in the way we have come to interpret what a ‘conscious’ artist is); their actions should ideally be politically principled. The nature of the sort of rap battle these two artists are participating in is highly reactionary, thereby making it a direct contradiction to how a ‘conscious’ artist is idealized.

The perception of a ‘conscious’ artist in hip hop is a myopic and binary one ultimately; it is one that does not lend itself to accountability. It is said to be defined by the lack of violent content in the lyrics, or a greater respect for women. A ‘conscious’ rapper could have more relaxed phrasing over a jazz sample. A Tribe Called Quest (ATCQ) and N.W.A. would be examples of where myopic perceptions appear. One of N.W.A.’s most well-known songs is about state-sanctioned violence by the hands of the police, including a homophobic jab for good measure. They are not considered ‘conscious’ based on the bulk of their catalog, which in many cases involve sexual escapades, as well as calling people out of their names. One of ATCQ’s most popular songs is strictly about sex; they also call people out of their names on their albums, and have resorted to homophobia on more than one occasion. Outside of a few political references, there also aren’t a slew of prominent tracks about state-sanctioned violence or the inhumanity of the injustice system… and yet they are considered ‘conscious’.

One could argue that like many things, ‘conscious’ rap exists on a spectrum. The question i would ask is, how is this spectrum determined? Would Tupac Shakur- a person who released both ‘Keep Your Head Up’ and ‘Hit ‘Em Up’- be a candidate for this spectrum? Would his connection to the legacy of the Black Panther Party, as well as the All-African People’s Revolutionary Party be a factor? Would Eminem be on this spectrum, as he’s taken staunch positions on certain presidents in his music, while he’s also had a history about making music depicting violent scenarios onto women?

Is Kendrick Lamar visualized in the same light as Paris, Rebel Diaz, Invincible, Immortal Technique, Blue Scholars, Sa-Roc, Sampa The Great, Boots Riley or Akala?

While he did call Drake a ‘colonizer’; if Kendrick Lamar’s choice is to be dependent on race essentialism (versus a deeper ideological approach regarding systems of oppression- he certainly has the skills to do this), or to resort to the low blow of patriarchal dependency in order to win a rap battle (via misogynist or queer-antagonistic jabs), what makes him ‘conscious’, simply because he might make a song about (or theme an album around) the material conditions of African people? How is it ‘conscious’ (or revolutionary even) if you make the conscious (get it?) decision to win a battle at marginalized people’s expense? How is he going to sample Richard Pryor from a scene in the Wiz (opening ‘Euphoria’), as he uses the infamous ‘n-word’ all throughout the song, when Richard Pryor eventually denounced the word, following his experience in Africa?


What makes an artist conscious, if the words and actions aren’t necessarily aligned? Is this something, as a listener, we have asked ourselves?

This is not to say people shouldn’t like Kendrick Lamar (or Drake, or any artist for that matter). If we are to truly be conscious- that is, awake; it is imperative we ask questions of ourselves, and those who may inspire us.

Perhaps in the end, KDot will become a “verbal vegetarian”.

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In Defense Of Yoko Ono

Photo by Ryan Muir, CC

“Yoko is as important to me as Paul and Dylan rolled into one. I don’t think she will get recognition until she’s dead. There’s me, and maybe I could count the people on one hand that have any conception of what she is or what her mind is like, or what her work means.”

-John Lennon

In the middle of rolling my wheelchair from one room to another, Yoko Ono suddenly entered my brain. Immediately i began to wonder when i first became familiar with her.

Similar to Winnie Mandela, Amy Jacques Garvey, Shirley Graham DuBois or Mama Zondeni Sobukwe, people continue to view Yoko Ono as an extension of her husband. Even though i’ve heard her name ever since i was a child (as anything associated with The Beatles was fairly ubiquitous in popular culture), when i came to know who she was, i was always fascinated with her.

For as long as i can remember i have been into what is considered the avant garde of music, art, poetry and film; i saw it as an extension of the punk ethos- a rejection of the status quo. When i first saw Yoko Ono’s primal screams on the Rock And Roll Circus, i saw her as the predecessor of bands such as Free Kitten and The Boredoms. ‘Give Me Something’ was the one song i had on repeat from Double Fantasy, her collaborative (final) album with John Lennon. i heard it, and it reminded me of Siouxsie & The Banshees. Approximately Infinite Universe (Ono’s third solo album) has become one of my top 50 favorite albums of all time, and with the risk of being ridiculed, will argue that i prefer Lennon’s work with Ono to any Beatles album (then again, i am a person who openly considers St. Anger to be one of the top 10 greatest of all time, so my musical preferences should be of little to no surprise).

Make no mistake- Ono has her share of contradictions. This is not the primary aim of the discussion. Among other things, even with the heavily problematic utilization of a racial epithet as an analogous address toward the damaging effects of patriarchy (from the album Sometime In New York City), her grievances are not incorrect.

i saw Ono in the late 1990s at an early film retrospective she hosted at the Whitney Museum. During the question and answer period, you could see her increasing frustration with the questions and comments which downplayed her artistic integrity. The moment that will forever be sealed in my brain was when a man stood up and began to name drop a series of (male) musicians who could have worked with her on the soundtrack to one of her films. Steely eyed, she responded, “That was all me.” Embarrassed, the man slowly sat back in the chair.

i walked out of the museum with a greater respect for Yoko Ono, as a woman working outside the parameters of gendered and artistic expectation.

Cut Piece (Rob Corder, CC)

“In Fluxus there has never been any attempt to agree on aims or methods; individuals with something unnameable in common have simply coalesced to publish and perform their work. Perhaps this common thing is a feeling that the bounds of art are much wider than they have conventionally seemed, or that art and certain long established bounds are no longer very useful.”

-George Brecht

“Force and intimidation were in the air. People were silenced. Cut Piece is my hope for world peace. When I first performed this work, in 1964, I did it with some anger and turbulence in my heart.

This time I do it with love for you, for me, and for the world.”

-Yoko Ono, 2003

The message lined within the gatefold of 1973’s Approximately Infinite Universe makes a pertinent defense against ‘Girlboss’ feminism, ultimately rooted in patriarchy and capitalism: “The aim of the feminist movement should not just end with getting more jobs in the existing society, though we should definitely work on that as well. We have to keep on going until the whole of the female race is freed.

How are we going to go about this? This society is the very society which killed female freedom: the society which was built on female slavery. If we try to achieve our freedom within the framework of the existing social set-up, men, who run the society, will continue to make a token gesture of giving us a place in their world. Some of us will succeed in moving into elitist jobs kicking our sisters on the way up. Others will resort to producing babies, or be conned into thinking that joining male perversions and madness is what equality is about: “join the army” “join the sexist trip,” etc.”

Messages that address intersections of oppression in some fashion are always going be timeless, similar to art that challenges the notion of what the capitalist class considers ‘decent’ or ‘presentable’.

Within the the Fluxus movement (of which Ono was a part of) was a manifesto in which the objective was the direct opposition to the domination of commercial/bourgeois and Eurocentric notions of art. Of course, thinking about Fluxus led me to further think about Adam Neely’s commentary regarding how Western/European imperialism has shaped how many come to critique and interpret music; though Neely was critical of the systems that dictate these vehicles of education and criticism (and not necessarily the music itself), Neely’s examination in many cases was reduced to ‘wokeness’, with a focus merely on the baseline and not necessarily the content within it. Many arguments against Neely seemed to actually prove his point.

The result of the commercialization of art and music is the reduction of access to the masses. When we think of Classical/Baroque music, it’s equated to something that is ‘high class,’ when in some cases it was anything but. Several currently revered musicians left this earth in poverty, and were debated over during their time on earth. One of the greatest examples of this is Antonio Vivaldi’s Le Quattro Stagioni (translated into The Four Seasons). Composed during his time as a teacher at the Ospedale della Pietà (simultaneously encouraging girls to play music), the concerto of 12 movements was deemed ‘radical’ at the time, as this format was not common.

It would not be surprising that someone in this day and age would regard Fluxus as being synonymous as ‘high art’ or ‘high class’, since it may not currently be thought of as confrontational as was originally intended. What does remain confrontational is the existence of Yoko Ono.

Even with her contradictions as an individual, her existence in this world as an Assertive Asian Woman Artist automatically politicizes her, despite the constant lament that ‘politics should stay out of art and music.’ The greatest art is going to lead us to question our place in society, and acknowledge the intersections within it. Both Ono and fellow Fluxus artist Shigeko Kubota actively struggled against patriarchal mores (in both Japan and the U.S.) through active works such as Cut Piece and Vagina Painting.

Despite Ono being a successful artist in her own right, her legacy will forever be tied to John Lennon, who initially met her at one of her performances. Even worse, despite being countered by members of the Beatles themselves, she continues to be vilified for being the person who single-handedly ‘broke up the Beatles.’

Similar to my feelings on Metallica’s St. Anger and Lulu, or Beefheart’s Trout Mask Replica; while i have no problem with Ono’s output, i do understand why both former and latter works are polarizing. i will not argue about this. That said, when i see comments calling her everything from a “Manly looking beast… who has the face that would make a freight train take a dirt road,” to a “pesticide,” to “a verified witch,” as well as, “I’m just here wondering how fucking high Lennon was that he saw any beauty in that faulty alarm siren of a human”… right on down to “Chapman shot the wrong person,” it’s easy to see that it becomes less about art and more about racism and patriarchy.

As John Lennon openly struggled with his own experiences as one who committed violence upon women and children (the man also mocked disabled folks on camera); he continues to be lionized as his history of abuse is seemingly expunged from the vocabulary of admirers, and the same violence upon which Lennon wished to atone for is enacted upon his wife.

We live in a society starved of maturity, where we are conditioned to see everything as binary, as a dichotomy. It should be clear that accountability and addressing one’s contradictions are not synonymous with ‘cancellation,’ and yet many take offense at just that, dishing out death threats and doxxing to those who dare challenge the idealized images of a celebrity.

While it was ultimately idealistic; i do not have the definitive answer on what (or who) led John Lennon to a more philosophical trajectory, mixed with a socialist-leaning political analysis. What we do know (whether it was with Maharishi Mahesh Yogi or Yoko Ono) is that a spectrum of the cultural and spiritual Asian landscape had a hand in the latter chapter of his life’s journey. It could be possible that Lennon held a warped fetishishization of all that is ‘Asia’. Again, i do not know.

(Also) Again, what we know is that in a society based on hierarchies and imbalance; there was a resistance to the introduction of an increased feminine element in Lennon’s life journey. The more time he spent with Yoko, the more she became an ‘equal partner’ as opposed to simply, ‘a wife’. The more she developed into an ‘equal partner’, the more he was forced to question the intersections of oppression, both in society and within himself. The argued root of the opposition was not only in Yoko Ono ‘killing the Beatles’; she also emasculated John Lennon.

W Magazine recreation of ‘Cut Piece’

This may seem a strange or inappropriate comparison to some- while Yoko Ono’s actions as a whole have not resulted in materially dangerous consequences; my defense of her is not unlike those who supported an OJ Simpson acquittal in 1994. The support is not of the individual, but what they represent in a hierarchical social structure. Aside from the most dedicated of the ‘Free OJ’ contingent; the cries of joy upon news of this acquittal (particularly after the acquittal of the LAPD officers that beat Rodney King on camera in 1991) did not necessarily represent support for OJ himself. Simpson was a symbolic victory. It can be debated all day whether or not this was an apt response; but if we are quick to judge or dictate how the recipients of structural and systemic violence have responded to such an event, and if we are quick to see all responses to this acquittal as monolithic; we must question the root of our own reaction.

Among mainstream conversation was the focus on the acquittal itself. The view was pretty cut and dry: OJ was ‘one of the good ones,’ until he wasn’t. Despite his long history of abuse towards women, he was now seen as a brute; he became racialized in a society he assimilated in, because he murdered (or had a hand in murdering) a blonde, white woman- the pinnacle of femininity in a white supremacist system. Among African communities in particular, there was a more nuanced understanding that despite Simpson rejecting all connections to ‘the culture’ until it was convenient, and despite him being a traitor to the people’s class; the circus of the trial led the world to witness even further the racist tactics of the Los Angeles Police department (LAPD), and attorney Johnnie Cochran was able to exploit this. He emphasized to the jury: “If you don’t speak out, if you don’t stand up, if you don’t do what’s right, this kind of conduct will continue on forever.”

Cochran had his share of contradictions in whom he represented as a defense attorney; that said, even if those he defended have been incredibly problematic; Cochran most likely looked at his role as serving a larger purpose, particularly in light of his work defending comrades such as Geronimo Ji-Jaga Pratt.

My defense of Yoko Ono is not about Yoko Ono herself. i do not personally know her enough to defend her character as an individual. Ono (and others like her) participated in paving the way for confrontational art that holds a mirror up to society. The legacy of Ono (and her comrades in Fluxus) gave way to the marriage of art and unconventional voice, with artists such as Kate Bush, Lene Lovich, Diamanda Galás, Mike Patton (and his many projects) and Klaus Nomi. Her body of work is just as important as Albert Ayler, Sun Ra, Pharoah Sanders, The Residents, John Coltrane, Keiji Haino, Sonic Youth or John Zorn. To some degree i’m sure she has even had some subconscious influence in my own experience as a person who has participated in art/writers’ collectives, as well as the curator of house shows and makeshift ‘galleries’.

After a number of years from a break, within the past month or so i began painting again. It’s something i missed greatly, and perhaps this written piece is the universe contributing to making a connection to what i’ve already renewed in myself.

In a culture where so much is devoid of context and reduced to a meme, we must appreciate Yoko Ono beyond the perception that she is some ‘unhinged wild woman’ who wails in the middle of a museum.

This piece is ultimately not about Yoko Ono as a person, but the voice that is within each of us, constrained by the cloak of society’s limitations or hierarchical structures. Each cut we make of the cloak that covers the most vulnerable parts of ourselves, will eventually reveal the beauty that lie underneath.

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The Marriage Of Sports And Music, With Anthony Broome

https://www.podbean.com/media/share/pb-tiaqs-15d785f

(RECORDED ON MARCH 15, 2024) While there are connections based on interest of a particular piece of music or band; many of us live lives outside of that singular interest. 

jamilah and Anthony Broome met via the Metal Up Your Podcast community, specifically through the Discord network.  Because life stories are so vast and interesting, jamilah invited him to come on and speak about his experience/history as a sports writer, a forum moderator (Discord being one of those places), and of course, a ginormous fan of Metallica.  How do these worlds merge?  What are some of the challenges that come up?  What are some of the paths to inspiration (and peace among the noise)?

If you’re interested in joining the Discord, let us know and we’ll get a link to you!  If you have any questions, comments, etc.  you can reach us here:

Thanks for listening!

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Feeling invisible at an Incognito show…

(Content acknowledgement: Throughout this post there will be mention of suicide and depression.)

Leaving New York City and approaching the Lincoln Tunnel, there is a large mural with the old adage, “Nothing Is Impossible.” As i stared into the slight gaudiness of the font and semi-bright paint job, i silently disagreed, as at the moment, everything feels impossible..

It begins with night 1 of 2.

As a person who used to skateboard and was heavily into skate culture (and particularly loved the Bones Brigade and folks like Steve Olson) primarily in my teens to early/mid 20s, i was excited to attend a conversation/presentation/Q&A with Rodney Mullen and Tony Hawk. On the day of the event, i was not expecting to contact the therapist i was seeing as a follow-up to my accident, nor was i expecting to call 988 (the U.S.-based suicide hotline).

i wish crippling depression or (active and/or passive) suicidal ideation on no one. It is an appendage you’ve learned to adapt to, so you figure out how to manage it. However, there are days you don’t see coming, and a switch in your brain flips.

Due to this ‘switch’ i was not in the greatest head space to attend this event; i attended though, because i had no idea who i could give my ticket to.

As an amputee who travels primarily in a wheelchair, when attending a venue there’s a level of ‘othering’ that becomes difficult to describe at times; it is assumed you need assistance at all times, to the point of repeatedly asking if you are sure despite saying you don’t need assistance. There are some who will speak to you in a patronizing manner, as if you are a child. It feels quite isolating to experience this (especially when being relegated off to the side of the ‘disabled section’, where your line of sight is usually obscured, or at some points in the nosebleed sections, as if ADA is an afterthought). The feeling of being ‘othered’ in combination with suicidal ideation is again, not a thing i would wish on anyone.

(Photo courtesy of ada.gov: The current photo on the front page of the ADA’s site has all these beautiful and cool people on there. Make no mistake- while the photo displays more than a tinge of racial capitalism; it’s still cool to see a ‘punk kid’ with a ‘hawk and tattoos.)

For this specific event i was in the second row (a rare case in my experience). i was located to the farther right of Tony Hawk, but still in his direct line of sight. It seemed like he looked directly at me a few times, but that’s not something i will ever know. My biggest worry was, if he actually did see me, whether or not he detected that i wanted to disappear at that moment.

While Hawk was the more stoic of the two (busting out a spontaneous joke (or three)); i sensed the infectious nature of the joy and humility coming from Rodney Mullen. The both of them being just old enough to be my big brothers, Mullen has a whimsical and almost childlike approach to how he responds to things. It honestly was a joy to see, in a world full of cynicism. As i say all this, i admit that i felt none of it.

On the culture and community of skateboarding, Mullen says: “…(I)t is a union of sport, of art, community, connection, vocabulary that unites us in ways, God knows. Tell me there’s not a lot of at-risk people; when is something so valuable that is keeping them… That they’re haunted through child abuse or whatever it is they’re going through; drug addiction… Should they end it now? Skateboarding has a cohesion to say, ‘At least I belong…’ The essence of our community is that we share something so much deeper, that shapes us, lifelong. We share something not only physical, but an actual language that unites us.”

What happens when you don’t necessarily feel part of a community? i came up watching and being inspired by folks like Hawk and Mullen, but i haven’t skated in years. Currently, i feel inspired by the younger wave of skaters like (fellow amputee) Felipe Nunes. Despite all this inspiration i felt alone as i saw the masses of skaters coming together ‘in community’ at the Beacon Theater, and i wondered what i was doing there. In a sea of outsiders, i still didn’t belong.

i have been waiting for years to see Incognito, one of my favorite bands of all time. Many an attempt has been thwarted, due to particular life events. Of course, the moment this activity becomes a reality, it is marred by a mental health crisis.

Here is where we encounter Night 2: It began with the other usual act of being rolled through the kitchen (on this evening it was Sony Hall), in order to get to the venue. i’m already generally feeling as if i’m in everyone’s way (which is one of the primary drivers to the ideation i have). Rolling through a narrow kitchen (to get to and from the bathroom as well) does not make me feel any less of a burden to those around me.

i am rolled to the end of a table. There are three people sitting on the other end. One of the men looks familiar; we have met at the Blue Note before (prior to the pandemic, when i had two legs), but it is clear he does not recognize me. About a minute after i got to the table, a man with long locs arrived. He automatically introduced himself to the other parties at the table, but said nothing to me. He spoke about how he was a professional musician; i wanted so badly to connect and mention that i played music as well, but i didn’t have the energy to project my voice.

Most people who know me perhaps have little to no awareness of how shy i am. It takes a lot for me to approach people, but i do it because i crave human connection; it’s not because i’m necessarily a ‘people person’ or an extrovert. If i am experiencing a mental health crisis around strangers, my voice at times is barely audible.

A friend of the man with the locs soon approached, and sat at the table. Automatically, he turned his back to me. The man with the locs immediately engaged a woman who was attending alone and soon sat across from me, and next to him. i felt like the outcast at the lunch table amid the ‘cool kids’. i once again felt i was in the way, especially after most people who passed me kept bumping into the wheelchair.

There are times i bring a book with me to shows, where i can read before anything begins, or in between bands. i forgot to grab one as i was rushing out of the house, and as a result i sat on the opposite end of the ‘cool kids” table with my head down, wanting to, again, disappear.

In the midst of hopelessness i looked up to find what was perhaps a momentary ‘kindred spirit’: a crew member on stage in a Metallica ‘…And Justice For All’ shirt. i wanted so badly to connect with this person, but we were on the opposite ends of the venue.

We should never make automatic judgements on someone’s musical tastes, based on whatever show they’re attending. If you were to see me at the Incognito show, you most likely wouldn’t know i listen to everything from Nat Adderley to Zeni Geva… just as we should never make assumptions about how someone is doing. People who are seemingly filled with joy on the outside may also be struggling– for all we know, that show could have been someone’s final moment of connection, before they ended it all.

i tend to do a lot of people watching when i am at a venue; on this occasion i was hyper focused on seeing if there were others who may be struggling like me. i wanted to let them all know they were not alone. But i can never know. So i felt alone, even if i wasn’t.

At the table i did shed a tear or two in the dark, but for much of the show my eyes welled up. i automatically knew i was going to cry rivers if they got to my favorite ever song of theirs, ‘Still A Friend Of Mine’, because it is a song i have cried to several times. During the set my bladder became so full it was about to burst, and something told me that it was going to happen when my favorite song came on.

My internal indicator was absolutely correct. The moment i closed the door to the bathroom and heard Jean-Paul ‘Bluey’ Maunick’s long (inaudible from the bathroom) monologue, i knew this was it. The moment the first two notes played, everything i was holding at the table left my body, and i began sobbing. In fact, there were a few trips made to the bathroom.

The band (and all others around me) were seemingly celebrating the gift of both music and life. i welcomed the positive energy around me, but i felt nothing but emptiness inside. This juxtaposition was simultaneously overwhelming and heartbreaking. This is the first time i’ve gone to a show (of one of my all-time favorite bands in particular) and experienced difficulty in finding joy, despite how great the show was.

Bluey (the founder of a band that rivals (but definitely beats) Pigface, in terms of the number of folks who have contributed… with Incognito, Bluey stated it was over the 1000 mark) made a closing speech after their set (which averaged about two hours), calling for a global ceasefire. He didn’t name a particular place on the map, but he was quite decisive in his focus on children being murdered in the name of political will and the fight for land. He may not have named names, but it was undeniable that many in the audience had a particular point of reference and interpretation of where he was coming from.

He did indeed speak of the fact that the role of music (Incognito’s in particular) should be to unify, regardless of location, ideology, spiritual practice, political belief, and all of the other seemingly polarizing factors. These types of speeches do frustrate me; although people have positive intentions when they say these things, the lack of decisiveness on this perspective potentially opens up space for an environment you did not necessarily intend for there to be. Whether you choose to be more measured, or frank (such as Kurt Cobain’s statement: “If any of you in any way hate homosexuals, people of different color, or women, please do this one favor for us-leave us the fuck alone! Don’t come to our shows and don’t buy our records.”), the importance is that it is done.

Whatever frustration i had was short-lived, as Bluey began to talk about the isolation elders felt as the pandemic raged on. As he urged everyone to reach out and connect with people who may be experiencing loneliness, my eyes welled up once again as i saw people hugging and meeting new people. The band bowed and left the stage as Bob Marley & The Wailers’ ‘One Love’ played. Given the subject matter Bluey was addressing, it was one of the few times i’ve seen any associations with the song make sense. i’ve seen many focused on the chorus, without acknowledging the message. That said, whatever happiness i felt for others still did not assuage the emptiness i was feeling.
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As i was about to leave, i saw Maysa Leak (Bluey’s muse, and amazing long-time Incognito co-vocalist) sitting at a table, signing merch. i felt so plain, in the midst of her stunning beauty and sophistication. She gestured a ‘hello’ and slightly moved over in order for me to pass. i did stop to say hello; i also thanked her for the music, and the message. She returned thanks. i may have been feeling emptiness; however, this does not mean that the love in that room didn’t resonate with me.

i also informed her that i was feeling suicidal. In response, she said “It’s gonna be alright.” i asked her for a hug, and i wept as she embraced me. She repeatedly said, “It’s gonna be alright.” i felt comforted and reassured in that moment by this stranger. She didn’t tell me that “Killing yourself is something you shouldn’t do,” or that “It’s a permanent solution to a temporary problem.” She didn’t say, “there’s so much to live for,” or “If (you) did it, (your) family would be upset”- things that are not necessarily helpful for people who are experiencing ideation. Most of us already understand how difficult it will be for others. Telling us how ‘bad’ it is doesn’t get to the fact that all we want is for the pain to dissipate.

After our embrace, she dropped some merch in my lap. i rolled into the elevator to get to the ground floor, and i again, began to weep.

As i waited for my ride inside the hotel (Sony Hall is on a lower floor), i saw the crew member outside with the Justice t-shirt. After getting his attention, i told him that Metallica is my second favorite band, and that Incognito is also one of my favorite bands. He responded, “Is Incognito your first?” We talked a bit about Metallica, and he mentioned that he was trying to get members of Incognito to give metal a chance. He asked if i was going to any more metal shows in the future, and i informed him that i was going to see Judas Priest later this month. He excitedly talked about seeing them live some years ago.

My fellow Metallica ‘kindred spirit’ (and fellow outsider, at least for the evening)’s name is Steve.

i suppose these moments carry with them an interesting twist; as i was at one of the lowest points in my life (resulting in, once again calling the hotline), i ended up meeting members of Metallica- the band who had a hand in saving my life. Here is another point- perhaps lower than that August day. i ended up meeting a person in another one of my favorite bands of all time, who happened to console me when i needed it. i then met a man who was a crew member of said band, wearing the shirt of a band who had a hand in saving my life. i didn’t tell Steve any of this, but now he (as well as Maysa, and the woman who sat across from me, who bid me a good night before she left) has become a part of my life’s story.

It was a good feeling to smile in between the tears, if even for a moment. Thank you all.

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Coming to terms with the realities of punk…

Hey you
Is there something worth aspiring to
And can it be found in a record store
Well it’s not there anymore

Hey you
Is there something worth belonging to
And can I pick it up for a song
Or a diploma or a worthy cause
Well let me tell you that there’s nothing wrong
It’s just that ones like us will never belong

Bad Religion, You Don’t Belong

i could have fallen into the pit of incel-dom.

If you’ve read this blog before, you may find that strange. However, it is true. If i were not socialized as a girl/woman, if i didn’t start developing an anticapitalist and anti-patriarchal analyses at such impressionable ages, and if i didn’t join organizations that held principles which honored said analyses (plus the utilization of a criticism/self-criticism process), i would have found community with the incels.

Because the term ‘incel’ has now dove deeply into the annals of toxic internet culture, i began thinking deeper about my own experiences and thoughts; and i’ve come to have a bit more empathy for, not the culture itself, but those who easily fall into it. The shared link between myself and these men (and the few who aren’t men) is the ultimate longing for connection and companionship.

i too have lamented the countless times i’ve been rejected by anyone i’ve been interested in; i too have held the (incorrect) perception that ‘everyone around me is in a romantic relationship, and no one likes me in that way.’ i too have tried to ‘fix’ myself in some way, to ensure that someone will pay attention to me. i too have doubted everyone’s comments to me that i’d “make a good partner,” when the (again) perceived evidence was that people around me are not attracted to what’s going on in my brain. i am usually approached by someone whose primary desire is sex- nothing more, nothing less.

i too have imagined that i’d spend the rest of my life alone.
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i was 8 years old when i first learned to associate sex with violence. Sadly, it would not be the last time.

It was on the back of a school bus. The young boy i sat next to (who was also around 8) opened his pants, and pushed my head down, as others looked on and laughed. Fortunately i was able to fight him off, as the scents to the sounds became vivid. The moment sat with me internally (and with unfettered rage) until my early 30s.

When i was about 11, the other kids set me up with Phillip, because they found it strange that i never talked about boys. While i thought he was generally a nice person, i was not attracted to him in any way. There was a girl (i think her name was Eileen) who had a giant crush on him, despite his cruelty towards her. i didn’t understand what was so appealing about these relations, especially after he ate a whole portion of a birthday cake with my name on it at a party held for me and my sister.

The first time i ever had what is commonly referred to as ‘sex’ was ten years later, with a man who was between five and 10 years older than me. i was not emotionally (or physically) ready to be with anyone in that way.

It happened so fast; he began to take my clothes off, and i froze. i did not consent, nor did i say no. This ‘gray area’ would still be seen as consent to some, since there was no audible resistance. i was in shock by the whole thing, and after it happened i made him sleep on the floor. i do not resent this person, nor do i regret what occurred. That said, i do wish i had enough strength in me to say no, since sex was not what i wanted with this person. i wanted to connect in ways outside of that.

i never saw him again after this moment. He got what he wanted.

Seven years later i had my first (short lived) ‘relationship’ with a man who was significantly older. Despite seeing early abusive red flags, i initiated things and asked him, because i was fearful that i’d never know what it would be like to be with someone. He was possessive (among other things), and much of what ended up happening was us fighting and having sex. It got to a point where i was eventually coerced into not using protection.

Many years later, i met a man (who was younger than i) during a period when i was finally learning to love myself. i had much more of a desire to be in a committed, long-term relationship; this is not what he wanted at all… and yet i still opted for being with him in some way, because i desired connection. While his primary attraction was sexual, he simultaneously made light of my looks. He’d constantly say specific things he knew would irritate me (such as the sarcastically-laced ‘Blacks For Trump’). He would argue that patriarchy is harmful, yet never let me pay for anything at a restaurant. He would disappear for a time without a word. On some levels, i felt as if i was a gateway towards any connection to ‘Blackness’ that he felt was absent in his own life.

i always emphasized that we were friends before anything; he would concur. This was put to the test after he texted me in the middle of the day at my job, that he wasn’t interested in moving further with me. i had mentally prepared for this moment for a while, as i saw it coming; i told him what i always did- that a friendship was more important than anything else. He agreed.

The next day, i got hit by a semi truck.

He came to visit me in the hospital two times: once before my amputation, and once after. He told me that i was one of the most important people to him; that i was one of the bravest people he’d ever known. He asked a question in the middle of these superlatives: “Are you going to get fat?”

Nothing else he said mattered. It was this question that sat with me, and still does to this day. i was an athletic, muscular person, prior to the accident. i did jiu jitsu and striking. i rode my bike everywhere. i have lost all of this, and i’m struggling to get it back. Once again, i’ve become incredibly self-conscious. i’ve become that child all over again, repeatedly hearing ‘You’re ugly/worthless.’

All the strength and self-love i thought i had, dissipated immediately.

While i was in the more pronounced period of my rehabilitation outside of the hospital i received a text from him, stating that there were personal things going on in his life and that he could no longer speak to me anymore. i was fairly distraught for two weeks, because i saw his text as a violation of our friendship; if friendship comes first, and if you claim that i’m one of the most important people to you, why are you choosing to not be in my life anymore?

One of the first responses i received from friends was that he found someone who is a jealous type who doesn’t accept a partner having friends who are women; outside of abuse, if a partner can dictate the levels of your friendships, were those friendships ultimately important to you? While this may be the case (and while i hope he is not in an abusive relationship), i don’t think this is the only factor. However, i may never know. The most painful thing about it is that someone who i thought was a friend decided to leave at an incredibly vulnerable moment.

While not every single moment was horrible, while not everything i did was perfect, and while i look at everything that’s happened in my life as a lesson; all of these moments hold their connection: i had a tendency to silence myself, as opposed to voicing what my needs were- because what i desired most was connection and companionship- which i see as the primary driver for the many who are attracted to an incel movement.
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With nothing better to do
No one to come home to
I woefully conclude
To take it out on you

A room and empty shelf
A book on mental health
I look for inner wealth
By punishing myself

Yeah sure I might do harm
And bear my right to arm
Retribution
If only someone would listen to me

Bad Religion, Bored And Extremely Dangerous

My mention of being socialized as a girl/woman is not an arbitrary statement. As a girl, i have learned to internalize my trauma. As a teenager and a woman, i have learned to open my mouth when it comes to addressing weightier sociopolitical issues. i still have anxiety when acknowledging interpersonal ones.

Boys and men (under a patriarchal society) are conditioned to externalize their trauma; there are countless stories of domestic violence (sometimes leading to murder), when a man has lost a job, or is feeling the wrath of a boss. Sometimes, men shoot the women who reject them at bars, or in the streets. While a manifestation of my internalization is to constantly ask what it is i did to make people not like me; boys and men (and masculine of center folks) who externalize their pain are want to blame everyone around them, as opposed to examining the root of the tree which gave birth to the fruit of ‘incel’ and ‘manosphere’ culture.

Internalization can be guilty of this lack of examination as well.

The incel (originally abbreviated as ‘invcel’) movement was originally one which was inclusive of a range of experiences, orientations and genders. The Involuntary Celibacy Project was started by a Toronto, Canada-based bisexual woman named Alana, whose experiences appear pretty similar to my own in some ways. It was a means of creating community for those who have long struggled with the ‘mating game’: “I identified that there were a lot of people who were lonely and not really sure how to start dating,” she said. “They were kind of lacking those social skills and I had a lot of sympathy for that because I had been through the same situation.”

Similar to the appropriation of the ‘red pill’ from the Matrix films (which were directed by two trans sisters); any innocuous intent or objective of the creation of an incel community have been adulterated by those who adhere to larger frameworks of patriarchal standards. Even before she relinquished the site to another person (who in turn encouraged the movement we associate with ‘incel culture’ today), there were clues: “There was probably a bit of anger and some men were a bit clueless about how women are unique, individual humans, but in general it was a supportive place.”
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While it may seem naive or idealistic to feel empathy for those who may want to do me harm (because of my perceived (or evident) gender, disability, ethnicity or orientation- or a combination of these things); i am empathetic because as i mentioned earlier, i see myself in them. Those of us who are schooled in all of the theory, were born into the same society these young men were. Many of us grew up in families which hold these same values. The primary difference is the road we’ve chosen to take, and the people we met along the way to help us navigate down that road.

Throughout my youth i grew up (as again mentioned) repeatedly being told i was worthless, stupid and ugly. As an African woman in a patriarchal society, i’ve heard these things as well. As a disabled woman, i am treated patronizingly. As a person who doesn’t look to sexual attraction as primary (or even secondary or tertiary), i am told that my orientation is nonexistent. As an anticapitalist, i am told that i need to know how to have more fun in life, or laugh more.

So yes… i could have easily fallen into ‘incel culture’, because my body and soul are consistently policed, sometimes by well-meaning people. It is tiring sometimes, just to be alive.

The reason i did not was punk.

Finally, we are getting to the main point of this piece.

i have been pretty public in the approximation of how i came to know punk, and how it shaped me into the person i am today. While i have been known to get some good hardcore slam dancing (or moshing) in my days of youth; my connection with, and love for punk aligned with whatever burgeoning political awareness i had. Some bands were more abstract and less overt than others. Some bands were more cerebral and others more reactionary. One thing many of the bands i loved had in common was that they addressed the fact that there was a problem (or several) we are all facing in society.

i grew up mostly with early Sugarhill Records 12″s, R&B, gospel, soul and pop (with some ‘Yacht Rock’ sprinkled in). The first ever rock song i clearly recall hearing on the radio was ‘This Time’ by INXS (a few years later, somewhere in the late preteen/very early teens era i became a massive INXS fan). The other song i recall hearing was ‘The New World’ by X- which reads, for all intents and purposes, as an anti-Ronald Reagan administration song. i heard this song before punk solidly came into my life, but it did match the feelings i had towards Reagan, even with my politically undeveloped 10 year old brain, as my mother blasted the Iran-Contra hearings all over the black and white 10-inch television in the kitchen.

The third rock song i heard that stood out in my mind- the one song that sparked an interest in the sound i heard in so many bands not too soon after, was The Kingsmen’s ‘Louie Louie.’ i am not sure whose 45 it was (and i found out a few years later that the song was a cover of the Richard Berry original), but i was mesmerized by the sounds coming off of that black circle, and i started to dance near the record player. While Berry’s version (obviously) is the superior one, it was the cover from these dudes from Portland, Oregon (where i later moved in my mid 20s) who inspired me to go down a particular musical rabbit hole, just as it was Reagan who helped propel any political analysis i was to soon have.
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i was conceived after ‘proto punk’ bands such as Death (a band that consistently gets expunged from these lists), the Electric Eels (same), Television and MC5 were heavily creating tunes that would inspire a generation. 23 Days after i came onto this earth, ‘Anarchy In The U.K.’ was released. In retrospect, the more i think about my journey of being inspired by punk, the more i realize that this song was my first major disappointment.

Every major political and ideological theory is rooted in the destruction or cessation of an opposing system: Anarchism supports the abolition of the state and abhors hierarchical or vertical forms of leadership or authority; capitalism’s aim is the upkeep of private ownership and profit growth by the few, and the prevention of any mass ownership of the means of production; Socialism is the adverse of capitalism, and Communism supports the cessation of class hierarchies, as well as the abolition of the state and fabricated borders, propped up by imperialist forces. Because most people who vehemently oppose it have not studied it, and because the opposition to it is usually seen through a very limited, western lens; Anarchism is always attributed as being nihilistic and disorganized, when ultimately its objectives are based on cooperation. (i would argue that the most nihilistic political, economic and ideological system of all is capitalism, but that’s a whole other essay.)

The Sex Pistols made this same error, for the sole purpose of being incendiary. The Pistols’ manager, Malcolm McLaren, spoke of the song as “a call to arms to the kids who believe that rock and roll was taken away from them. It’s a statement of self rule, of ultimate independence.” Not only is music not a sufficient way to address the larger systemic problems occurring in the U.K (and beyond- even though it’s cool to have a soundtrack while organizing); John Lydon’s referencing of the Irish Republican Army (IRA), the Ulster Defense Association (UDA) and the People’s Movement for the Liberation of Angola/Movimento Popular de Libertação de Angola (MPLA) on its surface, conflates all three groups as being Anarchist in practice; when in fact two of the three groups have a history of armed struggle against (British and Portuguese) colonialism and imperialism, and the other (the UDA) has been pro-Britain. i am sure there have been some (such as myself) who have researched and read books about these groups, but most people simply see it as a cool punk song.
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In what is aptly described as ‘The Manufacture Of Dissent,’ Greg Graffin (a person i truly wish to have a conversation about writing with) in his book Punk Paradox succinctly echoes everything i had been thinking about punk for so many years, but was not able to openly verbalize. i won’t say that i feel incredibly disillusioned by punk as a whole; however, my second notable experience with disappointment arrived as an older teenager, armed with a bit more of life’s experience (that a teenager can have) and a few more books in my library.

i had an absolute obsession with The Decline Of Western Civilization, which was filmed between 1979 and 1980, released in 1981 and directed by Penelope Spheeris, who went on to direct Suburbia and Wayne’s World. The 6-minute Jealous Again EP was the first piece of vinyl i ever bought with my own money at the age of 15, and when i found out the band who played on that record was in that movie- Black Flag- i immediately was intrigued. There were other bands in this documentary: X (one of the first rock bands i had ever heard as a child), the Alice Bag Band, Circle Jerks (who played songs from Group Sex, one of the other first records i ever purchased at 15), the Germs, Catholic Discipline, and Fear. i thought so many of the bands were the coolest people; i memorized a lot of the dialog, as well as purchased the original Slash Records’ vinyl soundtrack, before the label was prominently distributed by Warner Brothers.

Similar to my feelings on the Sex Pistols as i got older, i eventually found the intent of the film to be incendiary; in addition, i found those who were documented to be vapid, and not very appealing. It was provocative, but not necessarily in an intellectual way. At least Lee Ving and his band-mates from Fear were in on the joke the whole time, as the band is essentially a parody of the superficial aspects of punk.

Graffin writes, “Punk was becoming stereotyped as having no intellectual merits at all.” On Decline, he opined that it “focused more on the violence, nihilism, and teenage rebellion rather than making any kind of coherent sense of the film’s title.” he adds that, instead of watching bands that delivered some sort of artistic merit, he “instead had to sit through interviews with punk scenesters, many of whom were acquaintances, being elevated in their portrayal as some sort of philosophers. And most disappointing, the bands were portrayed to look more like a freak show and less like an artistic community cemented by great music.” He spoke of both Decline as well as Another State Of Mind, a documentary covering a 1982 tour by Social Distortion and youth Brigade, as being devoid of anything “musically and lyrically compelling.”

While i still listen to many of the bands i did as a youth (including the ones featured in Decline); Mr. Graffin’s band, Bad Religion, is one of the few that stays in constant rotation in my life and on my turntable, as an adult nearing the age of 50.

The third (and most recent) disappointment is not really a disappointment, but a realization that has been stewing for many years: Just like most other movements and musical genres, punk is a reflection of the larger society it exists in.

The first clue i received of this realization was obscured, due to my obsession with Decline Of Western Civilization. One of the “punk scenesters” interviewed in the film was Eugene, who casually spouted racist and antiqueer perspectives. The counters to his cavalier commentary were minimal. i was obviously taken aback by this (as a person who is both queer and not European); however, my youth-laced lack of cynicism chose to see people like Eugene as an outlier.

But alas, i could not have been more incorrect. From select songs in Bad Religion and Minor Threat’s catalogs, challenging the conformity of ‘Bottled Violence’ and nihilism in the punk scene; to the Dead Kennedys’ warning of the infiltration of the punk scene by neo-nazis, and matching the sentiments of Bad Religion, ‘Nazi Punks Fuck Off’ starts off with the line: “Punk ain’t no religious cult/Punk means thinking for yourself.” In the song (in which the duration is only one minute and three seconds), Jello Biafra adds:

If you’ve come to fight, get outta here
You ain’t no better than the bouncers
We ain’t trying to be police
When you ape the cops it ain’t anarchy

And:

You fight each other, the police state wins

And:

You still think swastikas look cool
The real Nazis run your schools
They’re coaches, businessmen and cops

i would argue that the more recently adopted phrase, “Conservatism is the new punk rock” is simultaneously a misrepresentation and a truism, because conservatism has always been prevalent in punk, simply because again, punk is ultimately a manifestation of what exists in the world outside of what is seen as a subculture. Not only have we seen it with the examples i’ve named; we can also see it in the merging of the satirical and the literal with the Ramones (as Johnny was a staunch right winger and Joey, a liberal); the homophobia of the Bad Brains (whom i consider to be the greatest hardcore band of all time, but i gotta keep it real); as well as the ‘bootstrap’ advocacy of bands like Agnostic Front. A band could have anti fascist anthems and simultaneously rail against other marginalized groups, with nary an understanding or care that fascism also marginalizes said groups.

i’ve come to see that punk was (and still is), for most, ultimately a means of escapism and expelling of aggression, and not an outlet or extension of ideological development. My thinking that it was- since that’s what it’s become for me- was only rooted in idealism. The fact that people, years later, have had little understanding of Rage Against The Machine’s lyrics and message, despite the giant EZLN flag in the background of their shows, or the fact that the inserts of their albums would include reading resources to further encourage activism and organization…

The fact that a song such as Minor Threat’s ‘Guilty Of Being White’ has been adopted as a right wing anthem to varying degrees by many, including Slayer (a band that is shrouded with right wing and pro-fascist associations and accusations themselves) is another indicator of punk’s conservative reflections. The song, charting Ian MacKaye’s lament around experiencing admonition for being one of the only European kids in a majority-African school, was not written with the intention of birthing a movement, or encouraging a particular ideology. At such a young age, MacKaye did not have the foresight to understand the implications for writing such a poorly constructed song, despite the band regularly critiquing right wing violence among the scene. Songs like this are a perfect example of why we all need to recognize that the personal is indeed, political.

Minor Threat also could not peer into the future (with songs such as ‘Straight Edge’ or ‘Out of Step’), as their youthful naivety led them to believe that their punk peers would be able to make informed choices, as opposed to bestowing the collective ‘moral policing’ of physical violence onto those who drink beer, smoke weed or have sex outside of a committed relationship. Minor Threat (and by extension, Fugazi, MacKaye’s subsequent band) was a great influence on the first band i was ever in- in fact, it was at a Fugazi show where i met bandmate Abby). While i do not particularly label myself as such, i am, for all intents and purposes, ‘straight edge’. That said, the idea of committing violence towards someone because they choose to partake in mind-altering substances is no different than committing violence onto someone because they are not heterosexual, white, or a cisgender man. By extension, it is not that different from the Parents’ Music Resource Center (PMRC), or the hundreds of anti-trans bills on the books in the U.S. It would be no different from an atheist (who advocates for individual freedom) committing violence onto someone who practices a particular religion, or a conspiracist (who also claims to advocate for individual freedoms) who takes time out of their day to pull a mask off of someone (an individual) inside of a supermarket.

There are many other examples you could extract from: Exene Cervenka (of the band X- remember them?) adopting vehement pro-Donald Trump sentiments, as well as various right wing illuminati and hoax conspiracies; the adoption of Bad Religion’s wholly and plainly satirical ‘The Kids Are Alt-Right’ as a (yet again) right-wing anthem; the casual use of nazi imagery as a means of ‘pissing off authority’, without (again) thought to the implications of that; the appropriation of the multi-racial Skinhead/Ska/Oi culture by racist boneheads; right on down to the exterior of ‘fighting social injustice’ met with the contradictions of abuse of power and influence (sometimes leading to sexual assault (or worse))- Ian Watkins (lostprophets), Justin Geever (Anti-Flag), Scott Sturgeon (Choking Victim/Leftöver Crack) and more than a few musicians on the roster of Burger Records are but a few examples.

i’ve had to come to terms with the fact that not only is punk seen as primarily a means of expression of aggression for many; it’s also been utilized as a way to prey on vulnerable people who feel alienated from society. Punk has become… a religious cult, despite Jello’s protests.

And of course, the ‘incel movement’ has developed into this very thing… despite its original intent of inclusivity.

While i was never want to worship a band or artist, i never found anything inherently wrong with finding inspiration from these sources. The role of inspiration in one’s life is to be an antithesis to stagnation and dormancy, but perhaps far too many (subconsciously or not) find comfortability in larger structures of social compliance.

Despite any reservations i currently hold of the state punk as a whole as a positive cultural movement (given its historical framework), this is by no means a condemnation of punk itself, nor of humanity. As an organizer, i am well aware of the global work of the masses to create a better world. For this, i am optimistic. i also am indebted (as i’ve mentioned numerous times in this piece and in general) to punk for helping contribute to the development of my political analyses. i am grateful for having been exposed to, played on stages with, and saw (and continue to see) in concert- bands such as Gang Of Four, Soul Glo, The Muslims, Aus-Rotten, Ballista, the Minutemen, D.R.I., Crass, Dead Kennedys, the Dicks, MDC, Bad Religion, The Pist, Final Warning, Oi Polloi, Propaghandi and the countless bands whose soundtracks have become part of the narrative of my life. As everything is dialectical though, it’s crucial that i engage in criticism of the very thing that had a hand in preventing me from falling into the deep end.

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The ‘Giving Flowers’ Series (episode 3): Bad Religion (feat. Chris Warne)

https://www.podbean.com/media/share/pb-49i69-15801f1

(RECORDED ON FEBRUARY 11, 2024) This episode developed from a few situations; jamilah wanted to do an episode on Fugazi (one of her favoritest bands of all time), but could not  necessarily find someone to do that episode with.  As Fugazi has not been a band since the early 2000s, doing a ‘Flowers’ episode would not have been feasible; however, members of Fugazi have embarked on several projects since then, so hopefully someone will want to do a ‘Fugazi: Past And Present’ episode with her.   

In terms of the episode you’re listening to now; in a conversation that involved Bad Religion (another one of her all-time favorite bands), Chris Warne mentioned that even though he loved Fugazi, he would be more comfortable with doing an episode on BR- and thus, another ‘Flowers’ episode was born.  As a matter of fact, Chris and jamilah (along with mutual friend Rob) have started a tri-continental band, borne from a love of Bad religion. 

In this episode you will hear music from Chris’ (primary) band, Cowboy Dan; you will also hear several covers, where all the instruments and vocals were performed by jamilah.  We also discuss the various ways this band has positively impacted/inspired us- including the results of a very arduous task of compiling eight specific songs.

We hope you find something positive in your listening experience- we certainly had fun doing this!

You can find Cowboy Dan’s music here: https://cowboydanmusic.bandcamp.com/music

We’d love to hear from you!  For questions, comments, etc.  you can reach us here: musicandwejj@gmail.com

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Podcasts Unite: A Conversation With Clint Wells (Metal Up Your Podcast)

https://www.podbean.com/media/share/pb-ngina-1576a10

(RECORDED ON FEBRUARY 7, 2024) We are happy to bring in the first episode of the year of our humble little podcast, a conversation with Clint Wells!  You may be familiar with him as the host of Metal Up Your Podcast;  he’s also a professional touring and studio musician, a songwriter and producer…  and all-around nice guy.  In this episode, Clint and jamilah pontificate (in humorous, thoughtful and empathetic ways) on the importance of family and community, what makes a good songwriter, the importance of dialog with those who may hold different views, producing Morgan Wade’s upcoming album and of course, Metallica. 

Thank you for listening! 

We’d love to hear from you!  For questions, comments, etc.  you can reach us here: musicandwejj@gmail.com

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jesse and jamilah watch the ’Thriller 40’ documentary…

https://www.podbean.com/media/share/pb-c5f83-153a234

(RECORDED DECEMBER 4, 2023) Whoo boy…  jesse owes jamilah big time for this one. 

The best way to describe this is to just listen to the episode!!!  In it, we discuss once again, a documentary that doesn’t exactly do justice to the musical legacy of Michael Jackson.  We attempt to make sense of why this has (again) occurred, we ask why some of the people in the documentary are there, and we go in a bit on John Landis (because honestly, people who love film should). 

We’d love to hear from you!  For questions, comments, etc.  you can reach us here: musicandwejj@gmail.com

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Our End Of The Year Episode!!!

https://www.podbean.com/media/share/pb-zw5m8-153a22a

(RECORDED ON DECEMBER 2, 2023) After many months of technical mishaps and life experiences, jesse and jamilah have returned, discussing some (but not all) of their favorite albums released this year; they also discussed the culture of mass information (in relation to Shawn ‘Puffy’ Combs and other predatory figures), our own contradictions, as well as other cultural events that have since occurred since this posting!  

 

We’d love to hear from you!  For questions, comments, etc.  you can reach us here: musicandwejj@gmail.com

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