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hylife vol. 8
While our nation is preparing to invade Iran and
then Syria and then who knows where else and schools,
the arts (the California Arts Council just got
cut 75%-- www.cac.ca.gov),
and other serivices to the people here in the
US are getting mollywhopped, it is important to
remember that it is a revolutionary act to be
alive and loving, to others and ourselves.
While the FCC ( www.moveon.org
) is gonna allow the media to be consolidated
into a monopoly, and deductive thinking leads
us to assume TV will be our main means of ART,
you gotta recognize that YOU are a medium of art,
creation, evolution, and young people are gonna
be angry and in need of our attention (I hear
more shots fired from my house all the time...)
So keep your mind at ease during these times of
the greedy disease. Indeed the ability to be alone
is the precondition for the ability to love for
real. If another is the antidote to our loniness,
then it ain't the real deal. But don't keep yaself
tucked deep away, the Great Original Doer put
us here to play.
Check it out...the other week I was at a party
of musicians and we were playing Turkish, Afghani,
and Pakistani music along with a Tabla player.
Rhythms in 7 and 9, and belly dancers gettin down.
I was playing piano, getting dirty looks from
some of the other players cuz, well, growing up
on Hip-Hop I don't hear too many Too Short rhymes
over a seven count (instead of 1,2,3,4,1,2,3,4:
it's 1,2,1,2,1,2,3,1,2,1,2,1,2,3) so I it took
me a minute to catch that one. Then out came some
Samba drummers with me playing Cuban montunos
and later some reggae grooves with an Oudist.
Right over yonder in the town of my birth, San
Francisco till 3 or 4 in the mornin...One good
thing about music, when it hits ya feel OK. Bring
all these warmongers to globalize and battle with
music as the medium, we'd have peace in less than
ten days.
Our show on Saturday
was one of the funnest the Fat Foakland Orchestra
has had. The Chinyakare Zimbabwean Musicians and
Dancers were off the redonkulous meter for sure,
and Fiyawata was silly-sick. The dopeness happened
when the two crews came up for a final freestyle
session...imagaine for all you who were elsewhere:
the dancers gettin their stomp and sway on, my
band with four more percussionists, and Fiyawata
MCs ripping the mics. Holy shamoly--folks were
drenched in perspiration. Rhythmic elation. Herstory
was made.
Let Out A Little Peace all my good peoples. Much
love...
hyim
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