W/ This Morning's Coffee...

We had a dream we came across two ghosts @ the crosssroads.

Is this Louis Armstrong and Bing Crosby? Or is it proof that the wild creolizing tendency of the tradition just can't stop and won't stop.

We must say, we found the brovah Noz all over the right things in his Billboard cover story.

His observations on the future of the music industry, tho' a bit of his own utopia leaks in, are sharp and necessary given the publication:

This is how its age group consumes music. Thousands of teens record from home and release it to the Web. Millions more find it and share it. No middlemen, except social networking sites and chat windows. But there's a disconnect between this network and the outlets that still rule the airwaves. How does an Internet star get into radio or MTV rotation? Do they need to? Odd Future peers like Bieber and Soulja Boy quickly jumped from YouTube fame into major-label situations, but Tyler and crew are consciously trying to raise the ceiling on that model. If successful, they could be paving the way for an entire generation of musical independence.

When the voice of the kids breaks into the piece, you can hear the blues creeping up behind you.

Tyler knows his precursors, 'cause there's no one who firsts:

Over a tray of cinnamon sticks and a half-closed MacBook he gushes about his dreams (winning a Grammy Award) and heroes (Pharrell Williams of the Neptunes).

And Syd all but quotes Shadow and Act:

"People just choose to be offended by stuff. If they are, then that sucks and I'm sorry, but they don't have to keep listening," says Syd the Kid, 18, the group's in-house sound engineer and only female member. "Words are words. They don't act out what they say, they just say it."

We have much persistent respect for Noz, the Role Model because he has such an ear for hope and truth that he can get it in a traderag.

:: breaths deep ::

:: drops the needle into the groove of Song X ::

Freaks of the Industry

We're strumming through Dr. Octo on our way to work this AM.

We've got to say we've never really gotten that close, even though it is tempting. Lissening, though, is a comforting reminder that the boys over @ Odd Futures aren't any farther from the tradition than the audible sound of the good doctor's voice.

It prompts, even tempts, more thinking on the Lazarussian (maybe it's Orphic) of the unnaground -- the all about it is about coming up and coming back, no matter how much murder and rape you rhyme over.

We owe it to Keith Matthew Thornton to pay closer attention, even though looking close @ halfsharkalligatorhalfman may ultimately blind us, or turn us to stone. How can we look at it w/out looking back?

We don't work on fresh...

...but we call out the blues when we hear it.

Chaboy Fennesey, who earns muchlove, put some time into OFWGKTA, and you should too, so visit.

We put you up to this last month, remarking that the shit was more like Stan Brakhage or than the other homemade hiphop out there. It's as real as the 7th 8th and 9th strings on Big Joe Williams homemade axe: the realness of "I can't help myself. I need to hear that more a little more." To make it clear: this hits me up like AEC's "Barnyard Scuffle Shuffle," or Bert Williams "Nobody," or put something in that is out on the list.

In a recent exercise in tapping, chaboy Coates, who also earn his love and has the privilege of dropping science on the somewhat lacking and in need over @ The Atlantic talks about this, as he is wont, in autobiographical terms. "I am, it seems, always bidding adieu to the formative music of my youth. I am not bitter, but in the long kiss goodnight I hope to soon understand why and how I came, so powerfully, under the sway of two turntables and a microphone. Now, I am pushing past 35, and I offer these thoughts as a man who almost surely will never buy any of Big Sean's work. And this is as it should be. The music no longer belongs to me. Likely, it never did." Sentimental, but truetrue. He calls it hiphop. Over @ this house we call it the blues.

Let us be clear, though. This is not about the youth, or the fresh or any of that. It is about being displaced from what we do when we grind, and the subsequent illusory sense that we can return to where we used to be. Makes you want to holla, the they they do your mind.

What we love most about the Odd Future crew is how easy it is to see that they are taking the music away from us. And they got so much to take. We were lissening to Earl Sweatshirt @ the office the other day, letting it boom the 'buds while we ground our nose on this and that. The note is simple: blew the shit up outta the workplace. We hadda get a cup of coffee and regroup. Just took it all away w/ the holla, "It never was yours and it never was."

Get over there. Dwell in their house for a while. Pick up a few of the joints they leave around for you. Yours for the taking, right?

Got it.

We should have found this over @ ubuweb.

These brovas so far out they're looking @ Sun Ra in their rearview. We will be all back on this, looking for the the next few days forward.