Peter Broderick - Part 2: Understanding
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Like Tupac, every city gets to claim a piece of Jimi.
•Johnny Cash while entering Memphis
•Outkast across the Dirrrty
•Ry Cooder while passing through Texas
•Weezer’s Blue Album as we nearly slid down Westgard Pass in a fiery heap
•Odelay in California
Which one doesn’t belong?
Outside Cafe Du Monde.
And inside:
Soon joined by bassist, saxaphonist, a chief, and a Mardi Gras Indian decked out in parade gear
Ólafur Arnalds was/is not in Mum. He is not to be confused with Ólöf Arnalds who was/is.
He was in a band called Fighting Shit. It should be obvious that this is not a twee-pop band. It would be less obvious if the band was from Brooklyn, but they are not, they are from Iceland, where you have those funny letters in their names. They named their hardcore metal band Fighting Shit because they don’t do irony. Icelanders named Arnalds don’t not do irony. They are real as shit.
I like this quite a bit. Thanks Spotify.
Reminds me of the days (who am I kidding, reminds me of every day) of just clicking around on Wikipedia. The sequence began with Meredith Monk > Nico Muhly > Erased Tapes Collection II, an album feat a remix of an NM song > Ólafur Arnalds - Til Enda (from his album Dyad 1909, which is a score to Wayne McGregor’s dance piece of the same name. According to Wikipedia, “the ballet was inspired by Ernest Shackleton’s Nimrod expedition to the South Pole in 1909.” Thanks Wikipedia. Thanks Spotify. Thanks Ólafur.
(Oh, a request: can someone please for the love of god release David Lang’s score to Part III of Shen Wei’s Re Triptych, like NOW? I love these glitchy overamplified quasi-avant garde repeated strings and backbeats dance scores more than I ever thought I would. But yikes, that dance piece is unsubtle like whoa.)
“On November 22, 1997, there was a party at 635 Logan Street, Steubenville, Ohio. Hubbard attended this party. At the party were several members of the gang known as the Crips. It is contested whether Hubbard is a member of the Crips. During that evening, Wise God Allah, a.k.a. Grier Montgomery, was walking down the street outside of the party. Wise God Allah was known to be a member of the rival gang the Bloods. Hubbard and up to nine other men began shooting at Wise God Allah. One of the shots hit Wise God Allah. The gunshot wound was fatal.”*
“On one record I did called ‘Wise’ that didn’t make the album the Supreme Clientele 
—I couldn’t use it, they took it off**—I cried writing it. I wrote it on the beach. And I cried. And it started raining when I was crying. It was in Miami. I cried writing it, and then when I went to go record it, it had some tears coming to my eyes too, recording it, because I had to zone out, I couldn’t really do it in front of everybody. I don’t like to record in front of a lot of people especially when I’m writing emotional stuff.” - Ghostface Killah [audio interview]
“Wise (In the Rain )” [mp3 | mixtape version feat. Stevie J & Mr. Dalvin]
I think it happened on a Saturday, I heard the phone ring
Vring, vring, vring, vring, vring, “Who this, ‘Vine?”
“Yo, Wise got killed last night, by the tracks”
It was them same old wild niggas, teamed up, sent ‘em back
We shoulda drilled a long time ago, we went disaccording
Now we owe, the devil slid through without an intro
“Yo, ‘Vine, it can’t be, Wise guest starring me
In ‘Can It Be…’ ” We both got hit, God’s legendary
He a General, he survived Adolf
Hard to even picture God aten by grey dogs
He stated his word, and he solemnly swear
To tell the truth, that his bond was like pure outta Peru
Wise God Allah, Warrior, XY chromosomes
Sat heavy on the throne, touched something for ya
Ya Steubenville niggas fucked up
Because bitches is talking, they live
And I’m twisting your alley back
You killed my man, you killed my man, and you sent him back
After this day, watch your hats
Slugs flying everywhere, you smell havoc in the air
You can never get the God’s chair, emphatically
Now cipher, you’ve been thriving off the same battery
We had, back in ‘91, that got you hyper
God been beautiful, God been great
God fed you, you die, if he survive that take
You killed your king, Wakim Allah gave him his life
He was your offspring, camouflaged, all day with greens
One righteous man, fought for his right, God’s pupil
Yo, that’s my fam, he snatched me out of big head van
We taught you how to get gates, from sayin’ “peace God”
Islam translates Allah’s tongue, spit the language hard
Alex Haley thoughts, identical twin, my A-alike
Gas mate, the hate grows, the day’s closed, hide your loaf
Yeah, think fast, get trashed / Uh-huh, yeah, stoned to death / Thou shall be stoned to death, muthafucka / Cast out the heavens, though shall not kill / Eye for an eye, though shall not kill / You fool, it tells you, you betrayed God, eye for an eye / Then it’s all good, the beast is gone, beast is gone / That’s right…
Love you Wise! Love you Wise! Love you Wise!
But I love you Wise… in the rain…
Love you Wise, in the rain…
Note 1: I cribbed most of the lyrics from here but cleaned up what I could. But there are still some lines I’m not sure about, because, shrug, he’s Ghost, the stuff he says can be so elusive (and allusive).
Note 2: Just for the record, a lot of the more cryptic lines (cipher, “peace god”, Wakim Allah [perhaps Rakim Allah?]) are references to The Nation of Gods and Earths (aka The Five Percenters), in case anyone was wondering.
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