Here's what ancient to future looks like when it is happening.

Our record is overscribbled with the phrase ancient to future, a phrase we stole from AEC 'bout 35 years ago the instant we began unnastanding the all about it going on in Nice Guys (as important to the 70s as PB4CL is for the 90s).

We are reminded of our early reading in Kurt Vonnegut. His tralfamadorians were capable of perceiving things as they existed over time. So when they looked at the stars, the stars looked like spaghetti, not single points of light. We suspect that there are no such things as tralfamadorians (even though Vonnegut, like Lester Bowie and Madlib, has fits of autobiography), but rather that they are clever written figures standing in for people who experience ancient to future, you dig? Look up at the picture of Madlib. He's all acting up like a tralfamadorian.

Come back to this. Go forward. Come back to this.

That's what we mean when we say on and on and on and on.

To the breakadawn.

(*4-tons of vinyl, this is true.)

Can you see the edifice Otis Jackson Jr. is building from your side of the horizon? It should be visible even from your distance from the street.

We're crawling up the side like your friendly neighborhood spiderman. From this vantage point Brovah Otis is lookin like Anansi, jyeah. Make of this giant web what you will, you cannot talk bad about its size, or its relentless creolization of everything touched by it.