I am sorry you didn’t like my music. 
^^^ not to be a hater or anything, but just a sensible critic, i’d like to say this. first, the songs were already done at 3.5 minutes. making them 6 minutes long is agonizing unless the instrument section is composite enough to carry and develop it. in this case, it wasn’t. instead what he have is a group of hiphop artists who, because they have very basic skill at playing instruments, believe they can add integrity and novelty to what’s being done by not producing it with an electronic synth instead… which could easily be done given the simplicity of the music. to organize a six piece horn section and two drummers (who are playing what can be played by one drummer alone) is very pretentious unless you’re going to do something remarkable. but nothing remarkable was done… except maybe for repeating the same figures and notes for six minutes straight.
i dunno, it’s just out of place. it is as if cRapping is trespassing into a musical territory where it doesn’t belong, and depreciating the value of our understanding of what can/should be done with such instruments. similar to modern band stage performances where you have eleven musicians on stage posing with an instrument but doing nothing substantial with it. this is the trend today; having the appearance of a musician. consumers are drawn more easily to the product when it looks like something substantial. and this industrial mode of mass music production did not originate accidentally. it results from cheapening quality to increase quantity to increase profitability. first, dumb down the audience so musical formulae can be simplified. next, condition them to expect what is familiar formula and deny what is unique and creative. finally, reproduce and market simplified familiar formula at an extraordinary rate. enter the commodification of music… the age of appearance without depth. (and not just with music).
You’re reading too much into it.
The nice thing about the live band is you notice the rappers swim through the noises. With computrized beats, it’s less noticeable. So this kinda brings out the art of rapping, as different from say reciting poetry.
But to each his own, no problem here if you want to make a thesis out of it.
…make it stop!
But I did like that one… I guess such noisy tracks are for wide-awake-time, when one is wired.
^^^
the point he is trying to make is well received but the advised efforts are not radical enough to escape the confines in which they take place. this is because the stranglehold of the capitalist modes of commodification and consumption are so strong as to prevent any contrary force from developing inside it which could escape it’s control; even the the unconventional, the unorthodox, the rebellious, are just more forms of manufactured identity. concerning the reception of art, nothing, today, can be immediately immediate, but again mediated through some channel which, because it begins as a reactive force against the banal constraints put upon the object the immediacy wishes to regain control of, is already subject to its forces. it responds, and it’s response is manufactured. it is an anarchy from within, and therefore just another commodity, just another mediated mode of being that is no more authentic than the modes it rebels against.
true anarchy today cannot be realized with some silly utopian attitude of primitivism and simplicity that tries to re-achieve Rousseau’s vision of the natural man, free from the imposing forces of civilization and its manufactured culture. such an attitude is a passive-anarchism, an impotent anarchism, a caricature of a kind of being that is absolutely impossible in capitalist/consumerist society today. to be truly immediate today - which would mean to practice real spontaneity - would almost demand incredibly violent force, to assure that the circumference in which the mode of being originates is broken and shattered before it can lay claim to manufacturing it and rendering it just another commodified mode of being.
‘originality’, today, cannot be planned or deliberated without some element of violence in it, as this is the only way to assure that the effort is not just another series of ideas and modes of being which one is given permission to have, allowed to have, even encouraged to have by that which manufactures the simulacrum of the identity of the would-be anarchist.
an anarchist is not a ‘pet’ to the system. the anarchist does not ‘negotiate’, does not accept only ideas he is given to ‘work with’ within the confines of the system he revolts against. he does not ‘buy’ the identity, does not ‘read’ about what it means to be an anarchist in some narrative… some market device portraying another fetishized identity available for purchase if one wants to ‘feel’ like an anarchist.
‘peaceful anarchist’. i have never seen a more genuine oxymoron.
True. 
… then he said “hey Snappy, me and Greeny’ll come along, but only if we can bring a friend. His name is Harold.”
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