stream of consciousness #0009: music is god’s daddy & mommy

There is a train of thought that is constantly chugging along the great mental metal of minds too great to fail.

That was the thought pattern behind the Titanic—right? Or, was that off since it wasn’t a train, but a large ship atop water, the icy depths of death soon awaiting its foolish passengers believing they could tackle the grandest of behemoths that are the oceans of the earth?

Foolish pride is not pitied. Or, it shouldn’t be. The hamartia of the engineers and architects, the media and the politicians, the crewmembers and the passengers, was tragic on scales more epic than even the Ancient Greeks. Hyperbolic? Possibly. It’s my go-to tactic with gab.

Anyway, the point of all of this is that there exists constantly moving from coast to coast—east to north, north to west, west to south, back and around again—trains without any crews or passengers. Merely trains of synaptic ghosts floating around houses and shacks of greater and lesser minds, alike. That is the great design and infallible construction of the human mind: we are all equal, just not the same. The individual is cut from the same cloth, only varying colors, and possible a little thicker or thinner at some points, as the next individual. However, the slight differences create the most profundity: it is what makes us unique, each of us, including twins—regardless of their categorical typing—that we should lionize.

Classical and jazz music are two bastions of beauty, two sonic means allowed us pity bags of flesh—to take from Rob Plath, mentor and professor—a couplet that should be celebrated. Instead, it is usually only stumbled upon randomly or drunkenly or ideally both with some apprehension until the time in the recepients’ lives are ready to receive. That could be as an infant or as a senior whose life is tapering off to the unknown abyss. Either way, adopting, embracing—loving!—this pair is the true great achievement perennial of one’s life. Truly. I believe it. Yup.

Don’t take my word for it. Go out to Nawlins, listen to some real lives, to some real stories, to some real soul—to jazz. Hit up an orchestra. Download the 99 Darkest Pieces of Classical Music album from—i think it’s like $5, digital download. Hell, i’ll WeTransfer or upload it to my ftp. Dive into the depths of the might-as-well-be ancient music of the last five centuries, it has lasted this long for a reason.

Music is more important than words, is god’s mother and father, daddy & mommy. Music lasts when paper is destroyed. All tongues can create angels and devils at first breath. All fingers cannot craft understood words.

If anyone is looking for God, buy a mirror or a tape recorder. Look into that shit. Smile. Enjoy what you see—it’s reflected eternity, beauty nodding. Speak and replay the words or sounds impregnated in your mind and birthed from your mouth. Give them names. Rename them. Be your own creation truth, crafted in the image of myths.

thoughts on Nicki Minaj’s debut album

I’m a supporter of music. Point blank.

I still purchase albums, and usually for one or two reasons, sometimes both: i love the artist or i love their music. For the former, i will purchase the album regardless (unless it’s absolute rubbish, such as the case with Christina Aguilera’s latest, Bionic). For the latter, as is the case with artists like Lloyd Banks and R. Kelly (his alleged sexual criminal activities have sullied his reputation and lyrics’ intent), i don’t particularly have a connection nor am i enthralled by their characters or real-life selves, but i do enjoy their artwork.

With Minaj, it was some of both. I don’t love her music nor her as an artist; but i do respect her artistry, her off-the-wall, flamboyant personas, and relatively novel-packaged characters. And, because of two tracks, Kanye’s “Monster”—which she arguably steals from heavyweights, Ye and Hov—and Minaj’s “roman’s revenge” featuring Eminem, my curiosity to hear more of her work in a non-mixtape or featured situation was elevated.

So, i decided to pre-order Pink Friday, along with Kanye’s My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy and Lloyd Banks’s Hunger For More 2, which were all released on Nov 22nd. Before arriving at my house, I tried my darndest to elude impressions (positive or negative) of Pink Friday.

The opening track, “i’m the best,” had my hopes up. It was engrossing, probably because of the escalating, step-like beat, yet it felt like i was listening to cheery early 90s sitcom theme music, dashed with some orchestrated disco, dripping with harp-playing cherubs. Very odd, i know, but that’s what comes to mind with that track. Lol.

My favourite songs are “save me” and “moment 4 life” featuring Drake. Not surprisingly, they are the two most somber and serious songs on the album. Regardless of genre, i have an affinity for heartfelt and depressing songs, those ripe with raw emotion or power.

And that’s where it ended, the enjoyment of the album.

Minaj’s lyrical flow, delivery and content are rudimentary at best throughout the remaining tracks, drowning in pop song production or downright zany and mind-warping (“did it on em”).

Although i’m not fond of Minaj reading from Drake’s playbook by singing on a few songs (“save me” isn’t too bad), i understand her branching out, searching for what works for her, finding her voice.

On “save me,” i think she is the most with not only her fans, but with herself. She doesn’t resort to her off-the-wall voice changes or switching between her various personas, but heartfelt lyrics and emotion. However, in searching for her own voice, she emulates other artists, namely Aguilera from her Stripped album with the voice over on “save me” and on “here i am,” Lil’ Kim’s cadence and style are evident.

Regardless of the inconsistencies, i don’t think the album was a failure; it definitely wasn’t sales wise, having been certified platinum. It delivered what i half expected: various musical sounds, hit or miss lyrics, and a penchant of trying too hard to bring Barbie to life. Here’s to her next album.

Oh, and before i leave: please, can someone tell me why she put on the album? He ruins songs. As a featured artist, i officially disliked him when he butchered Rihanna’s Rated R track, “Photographs.” Why was he on there? Please, tell me. He needs to stay off tracks and remain on the boards.

Aight, i’m done.