#mekala session

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As a jazz drummer, I'm subject to my share of drum solos. One of my favorite things to do in a solo, is play the theme song from a cartoon. I like to think that even though it's likely none of the listeners will recognize what I'm doing, I can still communicate the same idea or feeling that the original theme did. More than that, the rhythms are usually really simple and great to build a solo with. 1. I only realized that "Do the Right Thing" was about the movie at the end with the mention of mookie and tina. 2. I didn't know what nosferatu was. I searched it and ended up watching the whole thing online. I enjoy old monster movies. 3. Did A. Van Jordan only write poems inspired by movies? 

I've always had a problem with society not detaching art from the artist. I've heard stories of people boycotting books, videogames, and music just because they dislike the artist, disregarding the quality of the actual art. I believe that so long as the art isn't blatant propaganda for the artist's agenda, it should be enjoyed or ridiculed on it's own merits. A "celebrity" I could use to illustrate this point is jazz bassist, Charles Mingus. (The celebrity doesn't have to be alive, right?) He was notorious for having a terrible temper. On one occasion, he broke a musician's nose in the studio for not knowing his parts. However, what he was like as a person had nothing to do with his musicianship and incredible sound. 1. I really enjoyed Amaud Jamaul Johnson's poems, some to the point where I laughed out loud. 2. Line 34 in "On Behalf of the Brotherhood of Odd Fellows, The Sepia Players Present: The Blackbirds" says, "On black actors, tough on black asses, and tired of being abused, while the porters and the bootbacks are whistling Handy's Blues" I believe Handy's Blues refers to John Handy, particularly his hit "Hard Work". Funny enough, I read that line just as the song was playing on my record player. 3. Did anyone understand "Cork"? I'm pretty sure parts of it are in other languages. 

It's unmixed. Sorry. ************************ You see me smilin' like a fool, check the tune if you wanna stroll a mile in my shoes Cuz I- compile wily schemes while in school. My crew- is electric mayhem and I'm animal runnin' wild in a zoo. We wilin' too. Meanwhile you bein' mean, vile, and generally uncool. Why? You can't comply with these concepts I'm pilin' on you? Ohh, you mad cuz I'm stylin' on you. .... Ya'll rockin' with me know who I'm talkin' to. Ya drunk and apathetic, best watch who you walkin' to. Don't make me get to reachin' for gum like Buck. Ain't no celebrity but, people shriek when I speak. Weak MCs peep me and concede in defeat, they know when they beat. Sweet Christ! Who made this beat? (MAX BAER) Ohh right. Cuz yo, I've had this on repeat for like 3 weeks straight and every single time it plays I go ape. ... I'm a savage, I'm a vandal, I'm a caveman with a hairspray can taped to a lit candle. I'm a rhymin' scientist. Read my thesis. I'm a virus, hacking your computer to pieces. I am the funky rhesus monkey flinging flaming feces at fetuses. Taste so umami, fans get diabetes. (Ooo mami) Ya girl wanna meet us, we wanna meat her, neato! She know the libido make her scream holy talido. (max baer) Shouts to BMO! I'm the magic arachnid in ya dream catcher, eatin' mosquitoes. You don't know- where the flow- might go. I'm not even an MC though. I'm a sentient NPC, trapped in an RPG, strapped with an RPG, rappin' from a NES. Test me, I'll come down on you like hail. Hurtchu boy, mince that ass, don't be dumb. All hail the virtual boy, prince of the grass kingdom... ************************

At birth, a baby cries at the sheer horror of being born. Borough's "Dear Incubator" explores this concept in a descriptive cry-for-help letter, from a premature baby to her mother. I was facinated with the narrator's fear toward the foreign objects imposed upon her, despite seeming to know what these things were and what they did. She knew the metal on the doctor's finger was a wedding band, and she knew the tubes that she was wraped in kept her alive. I believe fear and pain are important to the narrator's opinion, as seen in her crying after initial fascination when she was first pulled from the womb; as well as when she is cut with the scalpels, emphasisng the horror of bleeding, "Imagine the cuts-- blood spread along the lips of each, spilling as my skin parts." This poem expresses a fear of machine, but also a dependentcy on machine. The way this small human is helpless to the will of the world around her, reflects humanity itself. Thing 1: I found the format of ROOM to be the most interesting. Why does Borough neglect using punctuation but still capatalize according to sentences? Thing 2: Raving was fun. I enjoyed the meta-ness of titling a poem personification so it could do things. Thing 3: I was pleasently surprised to read Dear Incubater, I unkowinglywrote one with the same concept in highschool.