Thursday, 9 September 2010

'SHE DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT THIS IS ABOUT THOUGH..'

In the usual laid-back, non-chalant manner, me, sag and a couple of guys rolled up to South Bank later than the allocated brick-giving-out time haha! This was much to my disgust when 'bitch-ass women' - who had no idea what the project was about but got caught up in the brick heaven hype - were seen walking the streets of south London with Project Morrinho bricks poking from their hand bags. To add to the disgust of casual passers-by making haste with all the fly, designed bricks, we also missed the free 'Brazil Festival' re-usable bag give away. To a group of young, ethnic London men, seeing snobbish yuppy types sipping on their lattes and over-priced orange juices whilst clutching on to their man-bags and now 'Brazil Festival' bags, was pretty annoying. We contemplated going on the rampage and snatching everything in sight with the 'Brazil Festival' emblem on it. This included, bags, deck chairs and a whole host of nailed-to-the-ground things. However after this quick rush of blood we simply picked up a couple bin bags, salvaged a few bricks from destruction and made our way downstairs to see what entertainment lay in wait on the bank of the Thames. With two of us having bin bags slung over our shoulders....yes we did looked like tramps.

I forgot my camera this day. One of my boys took a few snaps on his blackberry but until I can retrieve those you'll just have to put up with these below. I recently redecorated my room and while I was hoping to pile a mass of Favela bricks in one corner, the measly few we managed to take are currently taking up the corner of my desk instead. Still working on the positioning.


And yes we did swipe that piece of astro turf also.

Peesh.

THE BRASIL FESTIVAL SOUTH BANK....


Well as with the way most things are going on this blog, I was supposed to post about this ages ago. A friend and I visited South Bank to see what the haps was before I ventured to North Africa, therefore what has stopped me from uploading these pics over the past month is any body's guess.
I missed most of the events included in the Brazil Festival due to being away for that month but fortunately I was still able to witness the progress of this little work of art. If coloured bricks mounted on sand seems a little confusing to you then allow me to explain. Well actually lets allow the good people at Project Morrinho, who run the making of these vibrant installations, to explain:

"Project Morrinho is a social and cultural project based out of the Pereira da Silva favela in the wealthy Southern Zone of Rio de Janeiro. Our aim is to bring positive change to our local community, as well as challenge the popular perception of Brazil’s favelas. The belief that favelas are merely dominated by drug trafficking and violence is not all encompassing. Through our work within Brazil and abroad, it is our hope to improved popular perception of all favelas."

For more info on the project be sure to hit up their site HERE.

The project it's self is usually encourages the involvement of local Favela residents. Therefore for this special London edition not only were kids from the Favelas of Rio De Janeiro involved but also children from an estate in Lambeth South London. It may seem strange at first, the fact that third world bricks (haha sorry I call orange bricks with 4 or 6 square wholes in 'third world bricks,' they're stacked up everywhere in developing Tunisia and not to my surprise i saw them all over south America too) are crakced and coloured in order to create something that vaguely resembles a Favela. Though for anyone who's actually seen a Favela, these huge models do bear an uncanny resemblance to the real thing. Here's a couple of shots of past projects:

Me and Sag headed down to check out the action way before a certain magazine reported on this. Nah I'm playing, Jungle Drums is one of my favourite magazines, check it out for all-round dope info on all that's Brasilian in London. Here's a few flicks of our day checking out the progress...

Sag can read.



At the climax of all this brick-laying there was to be a brick-giving-away bonanza on September 5th. Peep what happened there in the next post.

SHA-DAMN...

My bad on the lack of posting of late. I've been fairly busy but if I'm being honest, not so busy that I couldn't have found time to drop some post material. Weird thing is, I've actually been sitting down and writing a lot of things to put up here, the time has just never emerged to actually put finger to keyboard.

For the few that actually check this blog every other day or so. My bad, descuple, desole, triste and any other language I missed out.

If not good, big, if not big, alot of things on the way tomorrow.

Peace King.

Monday, 23 August 2010

BILLIE AND BLU



What I love so much about Blu on joints like this is, they just have so much soul and style. Even the way Blu is dressed in that pic featured in the vid, I'm really starting to dig that musician-type unique fashion. Same type of guys that walk around with an instrument and are found in backstreet jazz cafes can be seen wearing such hats and sporting such hair-styles and simple clothing. The style is of a similar mold to that carried by Akil and Adeline. If you're not too sure who either of them are, you're in for a treat pretty soon when I put you up on them.

This song in particular fills my mind with images of a 1920/30's-esque New York apartment window overlooking the city on a rainy day. I would most def be zoned out in my converted warehouse apartment, working to the sounds of Blu. Of course the scene is black and white and the silhouette of a grand piano can be seen blocking the light from the tall, grid leaded window, stained with rain drops. The people walk briskly down below with their black umbrellas or jumping inside their ford automobiles.
Papers filled with writing are sprawled across a workspace that includes a smoldering cigar, the smoke just about still rising.

This is the type of joint I love to hear while working and a song that would instantly add a style and sophistication factor to any apartment if I heard it upon entering. The owner would gain automatic respect from me. It's also the sort of vibe I would hope could be found in a Jazz or Blues club. It's actually a slight goal of mine to visit a Blues/Jazz club and sit in a dark corner observing the dark smokey scene, absorbing the ambience. All whilst quietly and slowly puffing on my over-sized cigar, and I don't even smoke. I hear there's a dope club in Barcelona, if you've heard about that one, get at me!

'Below The Heavens' assured that Blu is virtually a legend in my eyes, nah F that he is a legend! Blu is too exclusive to be considered 'hot' or similar adjectives. He assumes legendary status simply because he goes about doing his thing quietly, rarely being seen and cooking up absolute crack that, for the first few years usually goes largely unnoticed.
Blu actually has 1920's/30's inspired videos, but this is my 2p and Blu is someone that there need not be written a biography for, he's that legendary.

Blu and Billie, now that's swagger. All these fools out here talking about swagger but this is real swagger. These guys are the real cool cats. More laid back than the biggest weed head you know and runnin' with more style than than any of these fashion 'aficionados' out here today. Ride it out Blu...



Peace.

Sunday, 22 August 2010

FIBA AND GLAMOUR


The Fiba World Championship is about to start real soon, therefore it's only appropriate that a little something is dedicated to ballin'. The USA has a pretty strong team this year so despite their being seeded 2nd behind Argentina, expect them to dominate. I've strayed away from basketball over the past year and in some way that may be partly due to my association with Hip Hop. It bugs me a little that ballers try and adopt this 'cool' and 'down' image through Hip Hop. No doubt the culture had a big influence on basketball as a sport. Baggy shorts and the swagger every player attempts to walk and talk with comes as a direct result of the Hip Hop culture. I think someone once said something along the lines of 'every basketball player secretly wants to be a rapper.' That may be a slight exaggeration but the sentiment is to some extent true. I'm getting tired of seeing ballers use this whole inner city, 'cool', 'hip' culture as a means of marketing, especially when many of these guys derive from the burbs just like everyone else. Don't get me wrong I'm a big fan of many Nike ads and Nike clothing in general but, it bugs me when guys try and force a certain swagger on themselves just to come across like a cool cat. Marketing campaigns or ads that force a Hip Hop swagger on to a player purely because he's black will rarely come off authentic. I guess what I'm trying to get a here is that, most emcees in their youth wanted to be ballers. Yet once they make the big time as a rapper, that's it, they're content. Whereas most ballers that make it to the league, still idolise big time rappers, heck some of them go to the extent of making albums (no need to name names). The fact that all their money can build them a studio, doesn't equate to them producing a 5 mic album, unfortunately for them. I just think ballers in general need to pay more respect to a culture (hop) that gave the league it's street etiquette and cred. It added style and smoothness to the game, style that most players seem to think they were raised with or even created.

I know a couple of serious ballers and they seems to think it's their right to walk, talk and dress a certain way purely because they are basketball players. They may even from time to time look down on someone of perhaps a different race or stature to them, when in fact that person knows more of Hip Hop culture and 'swagger' than they do. I just don't understand why. If they don't know jack about Hip Hop as a musical outlet or culture, then why in the hell do they feel they have to act 'cool' 'laid-back' and 'down' with Hip Hop fashion? What because they're Black or Latino? They'll never be as 'cool' (I've used that word a lot here) as their favourite rappers. Maybe they should just stop acting like groupies and do themselves since a whole bunch of young men and women look up to them. Hip Hop is a movement all on it's own, and all though I think to an extent it's ill that basketball has assimilated Hip Hop elements in to the sport both on and off the court, it's just merged a little too much for my liking. To the point where basketball players who are doing quite well for themselves, I'm talking college players etc.... think they can converse with me, or even try to school me,on a Hip Hop level. Fall back, a ball and some baggy shorts won't tell you the difference between Lupe and Lil Jon. Shout outs to all the honest Hip Hop head ballers though!

For The Love of The Game from Nice Kicks on Vimeo.


I was once the kinda guy that would be right up on videos like these. Shot nicely with a quality (in this case HD, goddammit I need one) camera and with the cleanliness that only comes with a Nike styled commercial. New York City is usually the perfect setting and the music is always on point if not inspirational. Yet this type of layout seems to be wearing a little thin. It's tedious to hear players constantly talk about how they 'made it,' especially when quite often there's some huge glamourisation occurring. 'The basketball court was my escape' is a favourite or, 'Practice would finish, but I'd stay behind to run suicides' another. This is all well and good and I may be coming across like Uncle Pessimistico here but I feel, to a certain extent kids are being misled. Sure when you reach the final stages of basketball (or any sport's) adolescence - that time when you have to decide if you're going to pursue this as a career - that's when things should start to become really serious. For me, if you're not walking around with a ball everywhere, constantly playing in the house and literally playing (unwittingly practicing) all the time, then the sport isn't for you. You won't make it. What D.Wade and Melo are describing in their up-bringing is not a tenacious work-ethic (although in certain player's cases it is), it's a love for the game matched by few others. Constantly going out to the courts wasn't done in an attempt to 'get better,' at least not until they were way in to their teens. No, at first this was just subconscious love for basketball. Too many kids believe that if they go out and shoot so many shots a day then they can really make it. That mentality is a bad sign already. Fact of the matter is, if you have to consciously think about going to a court and shooting at such a young age then you could be destined for failure. It's impossible to continue and exceed at something you have to force upon yourself. Unless you're born 8ft tall, it's likely you'll need to really love this game in order to pursue it as a career. However this leads on to understanding whether you really do 'love' the game. If a basketball movie or clip inspires you to go out and play, you know those 'Ahh I feel like playing now, man' moments you get because you just watched some of the best in the business? Yeah that's not a good sign. Most athletes would actually be annoying the person they are watching the film with because the movie actually made them feel like bouncing or kicking a ball around, while it's still playing.
Moreover on the subject of being mislead. Adverts make courts and pitches look so fresh. Documentaries make childhood courts of and towns of the superstars appear so nostalgic and dope. Yet these shorts films and still frames can't depict the less alluring aspects to such venues. Michael Jordan's boyhood backyard court is a great example. MJ grew up playing there right, so I bet a bunch of people would love to have had such a court after seeing the tattered yet mesmerising hoops on 'Michael Jordan To The Max' and 'Come Fly With Me.' People forget about the wind that would have graced that out-door court. The untrue bounce they would have received from the grass. Oh these things hit home when people venture to such places and realise it's the same as any other court, so they get pissed off. 'The movie made me wanna play but the skills I tried to re-create didn't look anything like the movie....crap!' Don't think playing on such a court is what made MJ so great. Your skills on the same court would develop very differently to his because at the end of it all, you are two different people. Similarly don't think playing at Madison Sq. or Rucker Park will automatically raise your game. There's still a 10ft high ring, backboard and 23 somthin' feet 3 point line.



So to conclude this awful ramble; this whole basketball-inspirational-glamourisation type thing that's been going on in advertising for a good while now is somewhat scarily misleading to young kids. Yes it's great to hear success stories of players working hard for their dreams but that's just it, 'their' dreams. They were lucky enough to have a passion as a youth that pays a ridiculous amount of cash-money as an adult. If it's your passion fair enough, work to get it, but look deep down and discover whether it really is what you love doing, or simply like doing and continue to do so because that's what you always have done. If you have a mind and actually have interest in discovering other things in this world that stray from the path of basketball or football or tennis, then maybe you should follow that calling. Professional sports are often such that, until you make it and create some time for yourself, there's no time for other hobbies or serious interests. Many will argue that this is why football players and ballers are usually a little on the dopey side. A knowledgeable mind (not intelligent, the most intelligent person on Earth could have litte knowledge whatsoever) is a curious mind. From my experience, not a good trait if sports is your thing. Focus will inevitably be lost when it's discovered that there's more to the world than the rectangular piece of asphalt you stand on and the 'Spalding' engrained leather in your hand.

Remember that sometimes players like to make a fuss and story over exactly how they 'made it' because sometimes it's hard to just state that 'I made it' plain and simple. Notice how a number of famous figures do this kind of thing. It's almost as if they try and make out like they're more special than they actually are. 'I was always trying to find out exactly how things worked,' or ,'He used to sit all day and write comics and feature length movie scripts,' or 'Basketball was my escape from the streets.' Those type of sayings are all well and good, perhaps some are even 100% true. However they mislead the young in to thinking these folks had no normal upbringing, as if they were never just normal kids once. They'd rather give some little anecdote about how they're mother or father instilled in them life lessons that got them where they are today. Many parents do such things. Instilling work ethic and drive in to children is common among all good parents. So don't go constantly looking for these movie-romantic, Hollywood moments in your life in the hope that you can one day talk of similar stories. Life a is lot less glamourous in the present than when it is being recounted in the future, so be thankful for what you have and do what you love. If it leads to fame and fortune, then and only then, can you come with the bullshit stories of the blog being your escape from reality, photographing dramatic stills of a solitary chair in a room with a single computer hiding the less enchanting aspects to the room itself.



Well that was a tad depressing. We need a mood lightener next.

Saturday, 21 August 2010

SABADO DOS BRASILEIROS....

This Saturday forth shall be known around these parts as 'Saturday of the Brazilians' or 'Sรกbado dos Brasileiros.'
Basically what I've been running across lately is crazy number of Brazilian tracks that are just too dope, funky, fresh and every other positive adjective in the book. So fly are they, that I feel compelled to share these tracks with the world. Just the other day I rediscovered some of this year's Samba tracks that were the soundtrack to individual Samba schools at the Rio Carnaval. Although those songs and chants hold personal memories of my visit to Rio, I think many will agree on the overall 'head-nodding' and 'crowd participation' desire brought upon any listener. Hearing those catchy chorus' and infectious drum beats is a great way to wake up on a Saturday morning. Those tracks will get their play at some point but to start things off, I'm actually gonna come at you with something a little more mellowed out. I did a short piece on the Singer/rapper Curumin and his backing band just over a week back. UK readers and football fans will most likely recognise his song, 'Gurreiro' from one of the many Nike 'Joga Bonito' adverts.

Anywho, this song right here is entitled, 'Vem Menina.' My Portuguese is no where near perfect or even good, I can't pick up on most of the lyrics however I can pick up on the fact that it's about a girl. 'Menina' is a girl and 'Vem' is to come. In a nut shell the girl is putting him through a spot of trouble and hassle, meanwhile he's telling her things he wants to do with her.


The thing I'm really diggin' about the track is the little guitar rift. Simple guitar rifts are apparent in a lot of Brazilian music. I hope to be able to produce ill rifts and interludes like that one day, seems like something that's just cool to know how to do. Being able to pick up a guitar and sporadically churn out a little rift like that automatically brings a smile to people's faces and adds a little rhythm to the room.
What's more, the verse Curumin spits after the listener becomes accustomed to his soft-spoken, smooth lryics, is somewhat of a surprise. Though his flow is ill and the verse eventually turns out nothing short of dope. I've got a thing for how a singer or emcee re-enters a track after an instrumental interlude, it can either turn out brilliant or horrible. The artist has to latch back on to the beat and ride it out perfectly. Freddie Gibbs does it well at the start of his 'Flamboyant' freestyle while Biggie was a master of the craft. Curumin pulls it off well here at around the 3 minute mark. Let me stop talking now and proceed with the audio.

Curumin - 'Vem Menina'


Be sure to check out the album this track derives from, 'Archados e Perdidos' for more dopes sounds from this man and his crew.


A NEW CHAPTER....

Probably should have titled this post a new book, since my writing is now going to be on display in a completely different place and format to what I have going on over here. What I'm mean by that silly attempt at some metaphorical blah blah yackidy smackidy, is that my (up to date) musical and Hip Hop inclined posting can now be found over at www.thewordisbond.com
Jose and the guys over there have got a great thing going on already which hopefully I can add to in some small way. The blog itself is somewhat of an underground Hip Hop specialist blog, though don't be too surprised to see other mediums and genres thrown in the mix. I challenge you to feast your eyes upon the first page and kick-back as you gradually and unknowingly get drawn in to reading 5-10-20 pages deep. It's pretty damn addictive. In the short time frame of the blogs existence and my reading of it, the number of artists the folks over there have put me on to is somewhere in double figures. There's plenty of lesser known great music out there that may be a little difficult to find. These guys are here to point you in the right direction.

Make sure you check it out, you never know, you may discover your favourite artist of tomorrow.

Friday, 20 August 2010

PICKING UP WHERE WE LEFT OFF.....


The past few days have been a little hectic to say the least. I know I promised some post material on Tunisia while I was out there but I decided early-on that it would most likely be easier to accumulate everything and present it once I got home. If I'm being honest, I'm actually fairly annoyed at myself. I enjoyed my time out there seeing fam and just taking everything in. It's always a healthy break from life and western culture in general. Though what has annoyed me is my not taking opportunities that were clearly presented to me. There were so many ill pictures to be taken but I flopped. The fact that I'm runnin' with part Tunisian blood and brown skin means that I can easily pass as a local. Therefore I (stupidly) become a little embarrassed when it comes to taking pictures of locals, landmarks and views. Over the past few years I've become somewhat of a regular visitor anyway, so maybe it's that fact lingering in the back of my mind that stops me from acting like a complete tourist. You could say in the same way that we as natives of our respective cities, don't go around taking pictures of domestic landmarks. I've seen Big Ben a whole bunch of times though have never been compelled to have my picture taken with the big guy.
Alas, it shouldn't be too long before I'm back in the South of Tunisia (which I'd like to add is far more beautiful than the North, both the people and the landscape) again. It's been decided already that a face project is to be conducted. Tunisia is such a mixed country. Near enough every civilization has been through that small land at some point. With the exception of the East Asians and Natives of the Americas, the likes of the Egyptians; Romans, Greeks, Nubians, various West African kingdoms, the Turkish, Spanish, Portuguese and more have graced Tunisian soil. The people themselves reflect this wide mix of genetics in a similar way that Brasilians represent such genetic variation. Tunisians all appear slightly different. Some with curly hair, some afro, some more asian in appearance with straight hair, some middle eastern looking. Therefore I found it captivating just people-watching at markets or on the beach. Old men with straw hats and faces leathery from decades exposed to the African sun sit playing chess or drinking coffee. These guy's faces would just make for some fresh black and white photos, unique in appearance, I can picture the results now. Seeing the troubled faces and searching expressions of the guys sitting behind counters with bodies of animal meat racked up above them. Men grouped under trees that serve to shelter them from the heat reigning down on them. All fascinating stuff that I plan to capture on my next visit. Hopefully if my French improves then i can actually explain to people what the hell I'm doing.

So you can expect to see over the next few posts, a little information on local customs and people. Though I'm going to try and stay away from talking about the country itself too much, as any info I give can most likely be found on our good friend Wikipedia.
Let me adjust back to this English keyboard, weeks on a jumbled French keyboard has messed with my fingers. Apologies in advance for any typos I don't spot. Let the posting commence!