La Historia y La Rola: Me Pasa La Mota

The Wize

La Historia

 Gusto de usar el acto de Marihuana 1937 (el acto fue un inicio de la prohibición mundial de Cannabis) como  un ejemplo perfecto para enseñar cómo es posible que una conspiración de intereses ricos y poderosos puede tener un efecto que dura años*.

historical-hemp Para ponerle muy sencillamente, era una época en que el mundo fue acostumbrándose a los cambios que procedieran por la revolución industrial y agricultural y la criminalización de Cannabis era alto en las intereses de los hombres de monopoliza y sus familias.

 Estés hombres se encontraron perfectamente posicionado para aprovechar de la expansión hace el oeste, el crecimiento económico, y la construcción de un nación que ocurrió durante la edad dorada en EUA.

View original post 1,764 more words

The Song & The Story: Me Pasa La Mota

The Wize

The Story

 I like to use the Marihuana Tax Act of 1937 (USA), which was part of the build up to the world wide criminalization of Cannabis, as a perfect example of how a conspiracy by a small group of rich and powerful interests can come to affect the direction of the world for decades going on centuries*. Thankfully, it is a smaller and smaller minority who cannot see how this simple mechanism functions (and half of those are the incurably and willfully closed minded).

historical-hempTo put it very simply, at a time when the world was becoming accustomed to the changes wrought by the Agricultural and Industrial Revolutions, the criminalization of cannabis was high in the interests of a group of monopoly men and their families.  In America, these men found themselves perfectly placed to take advantage of the westward expansion, economic growth, and huge nation building efforts of…

View original post 2,025 more words

Concert Review: GZA

Yo, you remember back in the day?…Back in the good old days…when the MCs caaame to live out the naaame…well the good old days are here and now as GZA and the crew come to London to perform the masterpiece that is ‘Liquid Swords’…memories in the corners of my mind – flashbacks, I was laughin’ all the time…

Date: 9th December 2007

Venue: KOKO, Camden, London.

In Attendance: Myself, Tes, & Christian.

Occasion: GZA takes us through the Liquid Swords chamber.

“Keep your temper. Never lose control of yourself. Be patient. If you learn to do these things, you can master anything.”

With this sage advice in mind we are just about able to withstand the awful awful DJ spinning as we jostle for position inside the venue. This guy is playing some Wu but he is messing around with his own remixes – never once looking up to gage crowd reaction he is playing like he is alone in his bedroom…although considering that any diligent DJ spends many hours doing just that I suggest that this fool take a page from their book and come back in a few years!

Shire Knights move in a 7, we move in an L…in this case it is Tes, our man from Mordor, who executes the perfect L-plan attack which results in us taking up our squares, four rows from the front at dead centre stage! My happiness is partially deflated when some clown comes and stands right in front of me (plus, as a basketball player I am rather jealous of anyone who hits 6’4” before they’ve even started shaving!). I feel slightly bad for taking the piss when the Disc Jokey plays some plinky-blinky-bleep-bleep BULLSHIT and this character starts jerking around uncontrollably…the man is clearly ill! Thankfully this all ends when – as Tes predicts – the DJ literally runs off stage to shouts of “Wu” and “boo”.

‘Legend of the Liquid Sword’

If you are Living in the World Today you know GZA is the lyrical Swordsman of the Wu-Tang Clan who dropped the Gold standard album Liquid Swords. Outside tonight it is a Cold World, but inside the 4th Chamber it is hot as Hell’s Wind Staff because The Genius is performing the entire album from front to back. The soundman is a figure that has gotten it in the unprotected neck even more than the Labels throughout the history of Hip-Hop so one would be forgiven for expecting a round of Shadowboxin’ as the sound is consistently terrible. However Killah Hills 10304 is the parish of Killah Priest and GZA has evidently taken on board the Basic Instruction Before Leaving Earth so on this night he chooses patience and peace over a Dual of the Iron Mic. If you weren’t in the house yourself fear not, I Gotcha Back, you know that my Investigative Reports leave nothing Unexplained.

‘Beneath the Surface’

“When the MCs caaame…”

The Genius, Killah Priest, Dreddy Kruger and “back up DJ” City Rich bring the classic album to life; GZA at times is a one man Clan flipping darts by RZA, Meth and Masta Killa as he puts flesh on the Hollow Bones of RZA’s classic soundscape. One thing to note is that, strange as it sounds, GZA’s delivery sometimes detracts from the performance. His rhymes are powerful and delivered from deep inside, yet they are also understated and incredibly slick – often it takes half a bar or more for a line to truly sink in – all these aspects make him incredible in the headphones but somehow cause the live action to lack a little impact (not aided by the poor sound quality). This is reflected in the behaviour of the crowd – we get rowdy when the beat drops (I know I saw Christian doing his fair share of shoving!) but quieten down throughout the song, simply because we are trying to catch every word! Thankfully just appreciation is shown as each song comes to a close.

‘Words from The Genius’

After Killah Priest closes the album with the outstanding B.I.B.L.E we move into a new chamber, and the second half of the show couldn’t be more different…shit is unbalanced, like elephants and ants on see-saws.

However, before the talk he gives it to us raw and rugged like slave man boots with classic tracks such as ‘Clan In Da Front’ and ‘Da Mystery of Chessboxin’ fucking up new recruits.

The bottle of brandy set out at the start of the show is getting low and with it GZA is getting loose, with plenty of time left before we get kicked out he is happy to spend some quality time with the fans…particularly the front row, with whom he comes and stands with for the majority of the show! At first heads swarm like iron fillings around this ultra magnetic MC but he reminds us that he is a normal person just like us, in fact “we are all celebrities”!

Many more jewels of wisdom and comedy gems proceed to follow the oft uttered declaration “I just wanna make a point…”

Predictably, and understandably, the state of Hip-Hop is a topic of discussion and the diagnosis is not positive, at a prompt from an audience member we get a “Fuck soldier boy” and “fuck 50 Cent”, in fact “Curtis, you may have a lotta money, but you ain’t got talent!”…everybody smile: “we on YouTube!”

All this is pretty funny stuff but I listen to Wu to make me forget these fake MCs and indeed that anything ails the genre at all, so it is after an a cappella rendition of ‘All In Together Now’ which kicks off an ODB tribute that I am left wishing GZA would invoke a little more of his late cousin’s spirit:

“Introducing, yo fuck the n!gga name! My Hip-Hop drops on your head like raaain, and when it raains it pours, I give you more of the raw ‘cos my rhymes hardcore, the talent that I got will riz-ock the spot, MCs I be burnin’ – burnin’ hot!”

Music is still a part of the show and the GZA is open to requests, the trouble is he rarely gets round to performing them, getting sidetracked instead by boxing banter – to end the Mayweather/Hatton back and forth between MCs and crowd he offers £100 for a fan of each fighter to come and fight on stage.

He does get round to a few songs…or parts of them…Animal Planet, performed as it is with only every 10th word, goes down particularly well.

“Yeah, I forgot my words…so what?! You forget shit everyday!”

A request to freestyle is also dismissed: “Who said freestyle?! You forget I’m a Genius?…99% of off the top shit is WACK”

As Killah Priests background beat box provides one of the crispest rhythms of the night GZA confusedly calls to City Rich to turn it down, drawing bemused looks and laughs all round.

“What month is this?! I’m having so much fun I lost track of time”

And so it goes on for some time, until, in fact, it is time for us to ‘Breaker, Breaker’ break the hell outta there.

“After the Laughter…”

Despite how it may come across it has been a hugely enjoyable show, mostly because we have experienced a hitherto unseen side of one of the Clan’s most enigmatic members, who knew the stone faced expression was so often exchanged for a sly grin and a witty, dry humour? That the mystique shrouds a genuine desire to mix with his equals the people who come to support Wu-Tang forever? The genes shared with ODB become more evident during the drunken foolery, and none of this detracts from his hugely powerful presence, especially as he grips the chrome microphone to perform his legendary classics.

Witty Unpredictable Talent And Natural Game indeed…the saga continues…W.U.T.A.N.G…W.U.T.A.N.G…

Concert Review: Nas 2007

Nas 002

Date: 22nd May 2007. Venue: Hammersmith Apollo. In Attendance: Tes & Myself. Occasion: Nas.

Since I last saw Nas perform he appears to have found a lot of peace and tranquillity in his life both public and private, I was hopeful that the peace and unity would extend to this evening with no repeat of the gun play that shortened the show last time out.

With doors scheduled to open at 7 it is with a little anxiety that we approach the Apollo around 9, no need to worry, tonight is strictly hip-hop time. With the queue stretching round the corner and down the street it is obvious that things haven’t kicked off yet, word is Nas will be on at 9:30 but the queue is making good progress.

It is a warm, short sleeves kind of night in the capital and the police are dressed for the weather – they’ve got bare arms! If troubled history repeats itself tonight the police will be ready to bust back with their terror-fying arsenal…this does not make me feel safer. At least security are doing their job, it is a swift but thorough once over before entry.

Run up on stage and wreck the DJ…

Once inside we are packed in with Black, Latino and Anglo-Saxons whilst the DJ spins the waxes. All is well as we listen to classics made over a decade ago; the spirit of ’94 is running strong. Somehow the DJ screws things up by playing Jay-Z (some fans haven’t got the make up memo yet and start booing) and completely ruins the vibe by dropping some 50 “motherfucking, bitch-ass” Cent. What is more perplexing is that neither DJ nor hype man realise why everybody is now booing and pelting them with flyers and plastic cups! The show wasn’t a sell out and we reckon that they are holding out, trying to sell the last few tickets as time ticks on.

Never on schedule, but always on time…

“Hip-Hop is Dead, welcome to the funeral” with these words the smiling, Jordan sportin’, fat gold rope with chunky pharaoh head piece gleaming, Timbs on his feet make his cipher complete, N the A to the Nasty Nas kick starts the show.

A quick ‘Money Over Bullshit’ gets the raps rolling before we see what the crowd is made of early on with a boisterous rendition of ‘Hip-Hop Is Dead’. Then we are straight into Ether, except with love for Jay. Don’t get it twisted, it is still “fuck a bum wack rapper making his career out of dissing” – sharp words for 50, followed by ‘Black Republican’. Somehow this, definitely one of the biggest songs in recent history, seems to lack a bit of impact without its other star and performed early on in the show.

There is nothing more Illmatic than a full medley of Nas’ debut album, kicked stood up on a speaker high above the sea of waving hands.

The Lost Tapes might actually be my favourite Nas album so I am excited to hear ‘No Ideas Original’ start a string of underground hits mixed in with a cappella raps including ‘2nd Childhood’ and other Stillmatic joints and ‘I Gave You Power’ – “guns up. Not to hurt a brother but to protect each other”.

One of the classic sections of the show is the medley of ‘It Was Written’, ‘Street Dreams’ and ‘If I Ruled The World’ backed with wonderful singing by the crowd.

“If I ruled the world I would give everyone in here 40 billion pounds!”

Nas, you are not the Chancellor of the Exchequer! Still, it’s a nice sentiment, as is the idea of being handed “George Bush’s head on a fucking platter”. The next song is one of my favourites, I don’t even know the name of it but when the hook starts there is no mistaking it:

“I wanna talk to the May-or, to the Governor, to the motherfucking Congressmen!”

I want to talk to the mayor: Yo Ken, what’s up with the £2 bus fare these days?! People are getting taxed hard into signing up for the all seeing Oy’!

When I spit, you lose consciousness…

Firm favourites next with the Mob side of the MOB outlook complete with those flows so spookily reminiscent of Lex cooking ‘caine in the kitchen. Escobar season has returned, if you want to hate Nas now is a good time as he rolls out the still terrible ‘Owe You For Ice’.

‘I Can’ soon forgive God’s Son his sins when he gets down with ‘Get Down’ and I think I must be ‘Still Dreaming’ when the awesome ‘Nas Is Like…’ is rapped out in full.

With LES backing him on the decks this show really has been about one man and ‘One Mic’, from a seated Buddha position Nas performs this song until he jumps up with the crescendo of the verses and it is the crowning moment of the show.

“They shooting! Uh, made you look”…we’ve been treated to the gems from his rhyme book and on that bombshell, the show is over.

A great celebration of the life, the whole body of work was laid out in an open casket and even though he didn’t actually perform my current favourite there is no doubt that Nas Carried On Tradition. And hey, nobody came through to shoot up the funeral.

The N.

Concert Reveiw: Wu-Tang Clan

Like the Universe itself the Wu-Tang Clan are order from chaos and the live show is 9 planets revolving around one stage. To me they are the perfect Hip-Hop group, the perfect 360 degree cipher of MCs. You know the rep and you know the catalogue, I can only begin to describe the experience…like a game of Russian Roulette we had a blast!

(Song titles do not appear in order)

Date: 5th July 2007

Venue: Hammersmith Apollo

In Attendance: Wu-Tang Killa Beys T. Wise and Edson G.Rant

Occasion: Wu-Tang Clan comin’ atcha!

I had been waiting for this show since long before the tickets arrived or the tour dates were announced, even before I knew so myself. In fact I’d been waiting for this show for a decade – ever since I got home and turned up the volume of Wu-Tang Forever in 1997.

My usual running mate Tes couldn’t make it at the last minute so I called around everyone I knew saying “do you want to see Wu-Tang tonight?!”, Grant was the first person to get back with the correct answer – “yes!” I made a beeline to his workplace and we were jumping on a bus soon after.

We make our way inside the Apollo after refreshing ourselves at a local hostelry and joined the Wuniform sporting masses that came to pay respects to the Wu-Tang Clan. The wait at the beginning is always rather tedious but tonight it is ridiculous – not a DJ in sight, just a Kanye West mixtape playing really quietly…on repeat…so lame. I feel like throwing something but it is not “some Ds on a chick” (on a side note: is this really the same Kanye who made All Falls Down!? What a dickhead). Two guys from Manchester come out and break the monotony with a couple of decent songs, I’m not sure who they are but I think I have seen them before and after their act the waiting game doesn’t last too much longer.

“Tiger Style!”

Enter the 36 Chambers – 9 hearts pumping to the beat of a RZA snare, plus four more chambers on the 1s and 2s (you do the Mathematics). The crowd becomes one huge wave of jumping energy as, with RZA in the lead, the Clan emerge onto the stage spraying water and champagne everywhere – if you want beef then bring the ruckus…Wu-Tang Clan Ain’t Nuthin’ To Fuck With!!

“When the MCs caaame…!”

Early songs come from Liquid Swords and Only Built For Cuban Linx…with Raekwon and Ghostface tearing through Criminology and Glaciers of Ice. The Clan are all lively and energetic bouncing off of each other and filling in each others lines seamlessly. GZA, Deck and RZA let loose before Ghostface’s stand out verse on 4th Chamber:

“Why is the sky blue? Why is water wet?”

With these words Rae comes up behind Ghost and splashes water all over him, leaving Masta Killa to comically towel him off whilst he keeps spitting; it is apparent that Raekwon is in high spirits and mischievous mood.

Method Man comes with the hook on the anthem Ice Cream and Ghost is clearly enjoying himself as he helps out.

Some fool gets up and runs across stage, U-God wastes no time launching a water bottle hard and fast in his direction.

“Clan In Da Front”

Next comes more from 36 Chambers, Tearz is a stand out and after we all put our pounds in the air for C.R.E.A.M Deck’s verse gets the attention it deserves.  Wu-Tang’s songs work perfectly for a live show – with so many MCs to accommodate it is uncommon for songs to be performed in their entirety. Instead different members jump in and out and although the order of MCs on the record is meticulously thought out it is refreshing to have different combos and pairings thrown up on stage. The sound is as loud as it gets, snares cracking and lyrics ripping through the track. Sometimes the vocals are muddied but they are at their clearest when everyone speaks together, plus everyone in the crowd knows every word anyway!

“Roll that shit, light that shit, smoke it!”

I had feared that the concert hall was going to be the one place I would not be enjoying the smoking ban – after all, the countless cigarettes did quite literally provide a smokescreen for puffing the funky stuff. As it turns out people with weed are now the only ones smoking! Better than I could have hoped for! I suppose nothing has changed – it is illegal to smoke it anywhere so right here is as good as anyplace!

“It’s the M.E.T.H.O.D Man!”

Showing his approval by ripping his solo tracks Method Man busies himself stage diving and crowd surfing – at one point he does a full front flip into the crowd!!

Meth, with so much charisma, clarity and energy is the natural centre piece of the live show; even if Rae is intent on interrupting him as he does some shout outs…he quickly gets his own back though:

“When I say Raekwon, you say: That n!gga is fucked up!”

He is not the only one; U-God is pouring Hennessy down Cappadonna’s throat and RZA has presented Meth with a bottle of Grey Goose, Meth declines but Rae is still goading him: “Drink all of it! Drink it all!”

RZA has been quiet, often standing off to the side watching his brothers at work; my guess is he’s savouring the moment. A huge grin spreads across his face at the roars and cheers he receives after Meth announces that today is RZA and Deck’s birthday. For the record RZA is 38 and Deck 37 but none of the Clan looks a day over 30.

The born days are not the only celebration of the night – we are all here to celebrate the life of the one and only Ol’ Dirty Bastard…Shimmy Shimmy Ya!

“Ol’ Dirty had a lot of love – he loved his Clan, he loved his brothers, he loved his family…and, he loved pussy!”

The girls are up on stage whilst Ghost sings Cherchez La Ghost, but they’ve been warned: Stop! Shake your body body – or get the hell off!

“1 dime and 12 fucking pennies” – Raekwon is still talking shit!

Unfortunately for the ladies everyone agrees – “this is the Apollo so you can get booed the hell off stage!”

“Wu-Tang Forever”

With the Clan Reunited the night is an unforgettable Triumph, the crowd has been fantastic – at times deafening as we have yelled and chanted and jumped and rocked and rolled.

“The energy you give to us, we give right back to you”

Love is heavy in the air, It’s Yourz, it’s ours, its one love and One Blood Under W.

Deck kicks off Triumph standing up front, cool in shades and they all proceed to rip it…until it gets to Raekwon’s verse and he just stands at the back saying nothing – the Clan turn to look at him as they fill in and it is obvious he is playing around for the sheer hell of it before he flexes the white gold tarantula on the last few lines.

It is pandemonium as the show closes and the house is brought down with Gravel Pit.

“Who wants to hear another Wu-Tang album?! Well, you’ll have to ask RZA about that!”

With all eyes on him RZA remains tight lipped: “BZZZZZZZZZ” is all he is saying! Well, the buzz is definitely growing and I for one am still buzzing from the showing live at the Apollo on this night.

“As we go…”

As they leave the stage the crowd stands, Ws raised, chanting the name; there is to be no encore but the love and appreciation is so strong that the Clan come out and take a bow (well, Meth does a back flip and flings water bottles to the balcony but you get the idea) before breaking out to the after/birthday party that we aren’t invited to.

It is a beautiful thing to see a sea of thousands of people who have spent the last 2 hours jumping, climbing and treading all over each other turn and shuffle out quietly and peacefully, gradually dispersing into the night.

“The Saga continues, Wu-Tang…Wu-Tang…”

Concert Review: Genesis

Date: 20th June 2007.

Venue: Sazka Arena, Prague.

In Attendance: “Guy can’t dance”, “In the air T. Wise”, “Joe son of mine”, “throwing it Paul away”.

Occasion: Genesis Turn It On Again.


My brother Guy is the world’s biggest Genesis fan. As a consequence I too have gown up listening to the group. This should explain why we were heading all the way to Budapest to catch the latest stop on their Turn It On Again tour. Except we aren’t going to Budapest, we’ve been relocated, we are going to Prague. Why aren’t we simply going to one of the UK tour dates you ask? Too obvious; that’s exactly what they would expect us to do. Journey with us as we relive our lives with what we tell you…

“In the beginning…”

As I awake at dawn I am wondering whether it wouldn’t be easier to catch a Hercules from nearby Brize Norton rather than spend the first few hours of the day getting to Birmingham airport – heaven knows they waste enough fuel circling their war birds over my house all day, and this way we could parachute into the Sazka Arena later that night!

Instead it is bright and early at Oxford station and a little way down the line we are in B to the Ham. We pass through security in readiness to board Flight 1984; knowing that terrorists like to keep it funky they confiscate my deodorant, luckily they let me keep my toothpaste otherwise I would have smelt worse than Cap’n Jack Sparrow scourge of the high…altitudes…then it’s past the Pigs and through to Animal Farm with the Stags and the Hens, straight to Bates Wine Bar for 2nd breakfast (me: Guinness. Brother Guy: Guinness, swine sandwich.)

“Prague Rock”

Having landed safely on the continent and passed through immigration (not without an appraising look at my Community League tee by the official) we step out into the blazing sunshine and make straight for the arena where we are to exchange our Budapest tickets. This done it is to the city centre we must go; luckily nearly every underground train system in the world is completely fool-proof so despite the language barrier it is plain sailing.

At the foot of St. Wenceslas’s statue we meet our gracious host Joe – a friend of a friend’s friend – and we are whisked away to his awesome apartment. After we freshen up the evening can truly begin and it does so in great style – some beers in a park full of pretty girls perched high on the hill overlooking the equally pretty city. Paul joins us soon after and quickly catches up on the beers before we head to the tram.

At the tram stop BG sets off an incredible chain of events, not content with leaving the tickets in the flat first time out he now leaves them on the counter of a newsagent as we purchase a beverage for the journey. One stop later a look of horror crosses his face – as the doors open he and Joe are out of the blocks and sprinting back up the street!

Well, if they hadn’t have got the tickets back safely I probably wouldn’t be writing this, as it is they were right where he left them and so we continue the journey just slightly sweatier and slightly more out of breath.

The concert is actually to take place not inside the arena itself but in a temporary arena constructed in the parking lot. It is surely a much more incredible atmosphere here out in the open at sunset with thousands of Genesis fans milling around. We have other things to take care of however; remember the run for the tickets? Well BG is still out of breath and on the verge of an asthma attack so we quickly locate the medics! As the event hasn’t even started yet they are all happy to accommodate him, the girls especially seem keen to make sure he gets the utmost care…

The medic area is situated behind the main stage and as we come out BG turns to the right and casually meanders through a hoard of florescent jacketed officials straight into the VIP area! It is only the confused and bemused looks of his brother and Joe that stop his carelessness with the tickets ending with a spot in the front row – unbelievable!!

As soon as we are all back together a drum roll sounds – BG loses his head and runs skipping with delight headfirst into the crowd and disappears from sight as Genesis announce their arrival onstage.

The stage itself looks incredible, the band are elevated on a multi-layered platform whilst the huge backing screen juts up high into the balmy night air.

Genesis start with ‘Duke’s End’, then they ‘Turn It On Again’ to rumbustious cheers before transitioning into up-tempo classics ‘No Son of Mine’ and ‘Land of Confusion’. Before too long a drum solo played out on my shoulder is spilling beer on my shoes and I know before I even turn around that BG is back in the fold.

It has been 15 years since Genesis last turned it on for a tour, a long wait for some fans, and a near lifetime for others. Phil announces a medley of some of their earliest tunes, as they play old videos and images of the band pass across the screen behind them. Standing next to my younger brother who has grown up on Genesis music I can’t help but have a strong feeling of the passage of time, from Live Aid to those first holiday’s with the cassettes wearing out in the deck to the here and now.

The solar system gathers round to listen as it gets dark, with the bright quarter Moon and Venus later joined by Jupiter in the clear night sky.

Many years may have passed but Phil can still do his incredible Mr. Tambourine man dance to ‘I Know What You Like In Your Wardrobe’ and a light-hearted demonstration of the ‘Domino’ effect makes sure that the crowd is equally lively as we lend vociferous support to proceedings. It is through the crowd we go too, as we casually make our way to a better vantage point much nearer the front.

An emotional section of the show begins with ‘Mama’ and ‘Throwing It All Away’. The lights go down and Phil produces a torch for some insane Jack-o-Lantern stylings and spooky noises introduce one of their very best songs – ‘Home by the Sea’. As the long instrumental section plays out Phil sits at the kit like a king at home on his throne and I am wondering what more can be done to top this, I do not have to wonder long because Phil and Chester Thompson have some tricks up their sleeve and no mistake!

What follows is simply one of the most amazing musical sights and sounds I have ever witnessed – a drum duet – a drum duet played on their drum stools before slowly moving to the drum kits themselves and with much intentional clashing of sticks in between at a blistering pace – simply awesome.

A wonderful feeling washes over me and I am taken to another plane as Mike Rutherford’s Guitar riffs and Tony Banks’ Piano solo draw out the fantastic ‘Ripples’, this is so rock and roll, I wish I had a girl to kiss right now.

Maybe I do, maybe she is here and she just seems to have that ‘Invisible Touch’ yeah! My very favourite song is the last of the set and it is performed with all the power and gusto that it ever was.

The band leave the stage to great applause, it has been an incredible night but as the stage hands make a quick adjustment to the set we know it is not quite over yet…the inclined platform can mean only one thing – I Can’t Dance, I can’t talk, the only thing about me is the waay that I walk!

The very last song is ‘Carpet Crawlers’ – “you’ve got to get in to get out” – that’s life.

The show is over and the crowd is dispersing into the night. Merchants surround the exit, they are just standing round selling everything and BG is buying, meanwhile I trail in his wake checking everything is in place…

As the night fades into bars and beers through the narrow old town streets the comrades are reduced to a trio once again. We return to the park and sit awhile under the light blue summer night sky with a great feeling of contentment and head to bed at the rise of the summer solstice sun…these are the days of our lives…

Barely 24 hours since or arrival we begin to make our way home via a pizza and a last stop in the park, then it’s back up into the sky until Airstrip One looms below and we descend back to the Land of Confusion.

Concert Reveiw: Klashnekoff

Date: 31st July 2005. Venue: Cargo, London. In Attendance: Me & Tes.

Occasion: Crooked Tongues BBQ.

Sunday morning saw me returning to England very jet lagged and very drunk after a few crazy days in Dublin but these conditions were not going to stand in the way of a party that night, especially not this one. Crooked Tongues ( were having their summer BBQ complete with free beer, a performance by Klashnekoff and (I guessed correctly) a lot of pretty girls, oh, and I won the tickets too.

Suffering a little from being sleep mental I managed to describe the atmosphere as “like a big BBQ”, which to be fair pretty much covers it. Everyone there was flossin’ their Sunday best – a tough atmosphere to stunt in but my AJ XX’s and fresh Jordan Tee did me well. Of course everyone was also eyeing up each others gear so the attention from the ladies was nice – even if they were only checking my shoes (some of those girls were hurting us right Tes?).

After a few Guinness to keep my blood running black and some reinvigorating chicken came the entertainment, Mystro hosting and a couple of DJ sets including Sarah Love who tore it down as usual. I had to take it easy during these because I wanted to save a little energy for the main event: Klashnekoff and DJ Skully’s set to promote their new mixtape.

Klashnekoff bought the whole Terra Firma fam up on stage with him to celebrate the event including Kyza (who didn’t get to spit) a boy of about 14 and a couple of guys who looked ready to work out at a moments notice.

K-lash was his usual self on stage – ripping through tracks with a ‘Pacish DMX of an air about him interspersed with his “schizophrenic” lapses into funny accents. Usually he will explain his philosophy along with the music but tonight he cut the long talk and let the new tracks speak for themselves – they are FIRE!

I love the focus on meaningful and high quality lyricism but K’s tendency to turn the beat down for the last verses of songs can detract from the energy of the performance, although plenty of people (including me and a front row Skinnyman) are still more than happy to rave it down. Alongside the new tracks were the TF classics ‘Daggo Mentality’ and ‘It’s Murdah’ and also a scorching Marley dub-plate (“out in the streets, they call it Fiir-maaa!”).

The reason Klashnekoff has been quiet for a while is because, figuring he could make more, he turned down 6 figures on a contract and is doing it his damn self “low budget like chicken and chips”, so if you don’t hear from the TF camp “it’s because we’re broke”. That said he promised that the recently completed second album is crazy nice.

Another bonus of the night was that I have never been to a show where people have showed so much respect for each others toes, contrary to Tes’ theory that “you don’t put your very favourite things on the floor” people were scared of smudging their preciouses so kept a respectful distance. In fact despite a lil’ scuffle on the dance floor during performance the whole vibe was real friendly with everyone enjoying a few of my favourite things – BBQ, music, hot girls and fresh kicks.


Bonus Track: Once out in the street Eyes of the Hawk Tes spotted a bag of weed right on the pavement, and Tes, no need to worry the boy ain’t getting wet – ish was strictly high grade!!