The best tracks are the Danzig cover "Am I Demon", and the Phil Ochs cover "My Life". Yeah, there's an R. Kelly cover on there too, of "The World's Greatest", and it's funny and semi ironic and all, but I like other stuff on the cd much better.
Bonnie Prince Billy is always both covering and writing songs about identity and struggling with that whole thing! Previous tracks "Little Boy Blue" and "Wolf Among Wolves" both are about those kind of issues. Anyway, the Danzig track is slow and pretty and asks "Am I Demon?/I need to know". We all get the somewhat resigned answer by the end of the song. I love when BPB ends the phrases by singing waaay up high. It's lovely. It's fun to hear a song about demons that's all folky and acoustic and not screamed!
I'm a fan of Phil Ochs (See the name of my blog!), and it's great to hear someone like BPB covering him since he was such a talent and so brilliant and cutting. His lyrics are better than about 90% of everyone else's, give or take a few percentage points, of course. Anyway, "My Life" is a beautiful choice, and I guess it's yet another song about identity, about what life means and changes and paranoia and growing up. I guess it covers a lot of ground! It's really a poem:
Lately I've been digging in the crates, listening to a lot of hip-hop from the years 1990 - 1993 -- a time when there was a lot of good stuff coming out. It was part of hip-hop's 'golden era' after all -- from which some of the releases sound as good today as they did back then, while others sound even better in retrospect.
Case in point is the amazing 1991 self-titled debut from Organized Konfusion on Hollywood Basic. Wow! It is so good! Which is why it is held dear by so many hip-hop heads today. It is truly a classic. And people recognized that at the time -- critics at least, although the public didn't make it a commercial hit by any means. As the years progress though, the album gains more and more accolades.
Organized Konfusion was the talented duo of Pharoah Monch and Prince Po, who also produced this classic debut. When they started out Monch was the beatboxer and Po the main rapper but with the undeniably superior lyrical talents Pharoah Monch possessed he soon moved to center stage mic to shine -- as is evident throughout this amazing collection. My personal favorite tracks are "Open Your Eyes Fudge Pudge," "Walk Into The Sun," "Releasing Hypnotical Gases," "Audience Pleasers," "Prisoners of War," "Organized Konfusion," and the single "Who Stole the Last Piece of Chicken" (see video above).
Listening back to the album all the way through several times in a row was so rewarding and enjoyable for several reasons. One is that, unlike some other great hip hop groups from that era (Tribe, Gang Starr, etc), Organized Konfusion haven't been played to death. Another enjoyable factor of this album is that it just focuses on the talents of the two members. It's not weighed down with a million guests and crew members coming up -- like so many albums tend to be. In fact, the only guest here is O.C. (DITC), who makes a cameo on the single "Fudge Pudge."
Perhaps the holiday season has already taken something of a toll on my psyche, (though I do little shopping and I’m more or less done), I’m feeling a tad bit overwhelmed these last few days. I think it’s mostly due to the fact that my trusted computer is in the shop for some repairs, as is my guitar amp … and I think every electronic gadget I own. And on top of that, someone hacked into my own Myspace account. And today a plumber is suppose to show up and take care of a few problems we have here at the old homestead, but how often do plumbers actually show up on the day scheduled, and on time? I should perhaps lighten the mood, quit the blather - or just step boldly forth and augment the blather, and mention that I’m really fond of old school fear inducing literature on subjects like culture shock and modern paranoia, media paranoia, ("the medium is the message") … (my personal favorite faux-cultural-analytical phrase: “media derived fantasies”), conspiratorial governments, and discourses on the mechanization of middle class culture on their efforts to mute class … basically anything on the spooky-spooky future. I’ll just quote some Alvin Toffler here and put up a pretty picture of a galactic spiral. I’ll feel better. Hey, I do feel better!
"Man has a limited biological capacity for change. When this capacity is overwhelmed, the capacity is in future shock."
In short the definition of future shock is a personal sensitivity to "too much change in too short a period of time". I think Toffler is speaking to me directly, and that’s not a good sign!
I recently came across one of Toffler’s old books in a thrift store, The Third Wave. I glanced through it, and it’s not as richly paranoid as I would like it to be- I need more suspicion. If I was on my own computer, I could just click over to some eerie bookmarked pages, and just settle in with a nice cup of Earl Grey tea. There is a crumb of comfort there, don’t know why, but on some of these sites I find just enough soothing reassurance that whatever the hell is going on, seems to keep right on going on. It’s a disquieting assurance, yes, but it’s consistent, besides you know in this day and age you grab whatever peace you can find, I'm no good at being noble, but it doesn't take much to see that the problems of three little people don't amount to a hill of beans in this crazy world. Someday you'll understand that. Now, now ... here's looking at you kid.