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Permanent on Surfaces: The Story of the Heave and the Ho's
Wednesday 02 May @ 11:36:48 |
  http://imgred.com/http://www.mkeonline.com/graphics/mke/img/oct05/slug13_300.jpg" align=left hspace=5 vspace=5 width=125>by SLUG
When Atmosphere rapper Slug began writing his semi-regular column "Permanent on Surfaces" for Pulse in 1998, Atmosphere was already an established hip-hop act in the Twin Cities, although they (and Rhymesayers) were just beginning to make waves on the national scene. Last we heard, they were doing pretty all right. This column appeared in the Nov. 25, 1998, edition of Pulse.
As we approach another eve, momentum starts to slow. Finally took the lead, now it's just me and this road, and my car, my keys, my thoughts, my woes. Although I'm low on currency, I've got enough to pay these tolls. Never stop to sleep; I'm afraid of getting towed. Adjust the mirror and the seat, turn up the AM radio. In the egg of the beast it's her veins I followed to finger paint my journey into the center of the yolk. Embrace the grief, provoke me to grow. Chase the geese all across that grassy knoll. Gave up the beef, it was distractin' the flow, and I traded my release for a six-pack of that Stroh's. Raise the seeds, and teach 'em how to bowl. The stains on my sleeve and the direction I go change like the colors of the leaves between the sun and the snow.
http://imgred.com/http://www.dustygroove.com/images/products/u/unkle~~~~~~_psyencefi_101b.jpg" align=right hspace=10 vspace=10 width=200>"I'm a rabbit in your headlights, scared of the spotlight ..." I think the Unkle record is pretty cool. Psyence Fiction (Mo' Wax). No clue as to who Badly Drawn Boy is. However that kid from Radiohead is on some unreached level. Mike D from the Beasties sucks, but Kool G Rap has redeemed himself from the guts of his last full length. Kool G has got a new release out, I haven't heard it yet, but I want to.
Wha'choo know 'bout the Legends? Living Legends, y'know? Those kids from the Bay area that wiggle their ultra-indie ding dings at the industry. They came to town with Hieroglyphics a while back and proceeded to unscrew every hinge on this hip-hop wagon. Only took a half hour. I purchased a cassette from the Grouch called Fuck the Dumb. Good tape. The thing I appreciate the most about these cats is that every song is from the heart, and is actually about something. In a genre of moonies who are content just hearing their own voice, the Living Legends were exactly what I needed to compensate for Ice-T's wack-ass gig a couple weeks previous.
I think I smoke too many cigarettes. The Sunny Day Real Estate show was pretty emo. Made my roommate smile, my girlfriend cry and I got all warm and tingly on the innards. The new Lifter Puller album is dope. Raw, hella-intelligent. Craig's voice is so pure, and the writing is touched. I wish they'd have run for governor.
Heltah Skeltah talk about guns a lot on their new album ...
http://imgred.com/http://php.allstarz.ee/artistid/pildid/214/Outkast_-_Aquemini_front.jpg" align=left hspace=10 vspace=10 width=200>Check this out! I am really feeling the new Outkast record. Aquemini (Laface). It's personal enough and lyrical enough to please the emcee in you. Musically it's a body-pillow. (What?) Plush. It's the first time I haven't poked fun at a George Clinton cameo appearance on a hip-hop record. All that and add to the fact that these cats have southern accents. I smell a classic. Really-doe, this record is nice. I never really got into their last record, ATLiens. I could tell it was a dope album, but I think it was over my head or something. But this new one gets regular rotation in my walkman.
Went and watched that movie "Slam." Go see it. Very intense. Saul Williams is one of the most focused spoken artists I've ever heard. His drama was way on point as well. Not tryin' to stray, but have you ever heard any of his recorded pieces? He's dope! Make me wanna rewrite all my shit. His co-star Sonja Sohn was the bomb also. Watching her do her thing was like watching ... um ... a plane crash or something ... Okay, I suck at reviewing movies. So what. I can't lie though, after seeing "Slam," I could really care less about Nas doing a double CD.
Leaping through my mind free and wild like a caribou. Ignore what is careful and rid myself of this parachute. Fly or fall, it makes no difference as long as all the tires are bald, and I kill this desire to halt. Stop. Squash my fear to succeed. Adhere to my needs to feed my offspring, and cheer up my team before I run outta steam. In here I redeem everything I've done that people feel was done out of greed. And I believe that's what keeps me returning to the burning fact that everything is urgent. I'mma work it despite my hurtin' back. Stomp these serpents to the tracks of the earth. Claim my personal space within this sideways universe. Cursed is thee, not burstin' free from the confines of the cell within the mind. Can tell in time who fell behind, and also who felt just fine not lendin' a hand to help him climb ...
Don't forget to pay your dues and check out Headspin. Every Sunday night at Bon Appetite in Dinkytown.
Hit 'em in the knees, buy time to reload. Eliminate the needs, now I'm aimin' at their goals, and the necessities you seek, the reasons you hope. Did you know every word we speak is translated into code? Who you callin' thief? Ain't stole nothin' but the show. Pullin' on my leash tryin' to force my self-control. I can smell it in the breeze as the winter wind begins to blow so I'mma catch a couple Z's, can you please watch the coals? ||
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