#WhiskeyWednesday “Strong Medicine” Decoded Part 4 of 5

Greetings Gautamanation!
Sorry I missed last weeks Whiskey Wednesday, it was a busy week but we’re picking up right were we left off. Today we will be paring Seagrams 7 with track 4 of “Strong Medicine” entitled “The Standstill.” Seagrams 7 is a great affordably priced Canadian whiskey akin to my favortite Canadian Club. I developed a taste for the stuff because it’s more readily available at bars than the CC and it usually runs about the same price and has similar qualities. Canadian whiskeys can sometimes fall into the sweetness trap, something that has kept me away from most bourbons during my adulthood but Seagrams 7 keeps just enough bite without going too bitter. I like to mix it with Seagram’s Ginger Ale when possible but it’s most popular cocktail combo is probably with 7Up to make a “7 and 7.” My absolute favorite way to enjoy it though is to sip it straight up with a pint of New Castle from the tap like I used to at Sandy Springs Billiards in my old stomping grounds. However you take it, pour yourself a strong one and enjoy “The Standstill”

More than one person has commented to me that this is there favorite track on the album. For those of you who are cool enough to know my previous two records the sound on this track will be familiar. The beat was produced by Metrognome who made all the beats on both “Give ‘Em Enough Hope” (2008) and 2010’s “Few Aganist Many.” In addition to being directly responsible for my solo career, Metrognome was also the DJ and founding member of Street Temple Emcees, the ill-fated, 5-man crew that marks my first attempt at being a hip-hop star. It is fitting then that Metrognome made this track because the song addresses my perspective on Street Temple’s less-than-glorious demise. I’ve gone over the story more times than I’d like so we won’t get into the details but lines like “…those that hurt me most are the folks that I kept close…” and “… they weren’t equipped for the struggle/ they weren’t made for the hustle so that temple just crumbled” directly address that situation. My former group is not really the main thematic thrust of the song though. The message is one of perserverance hence “the show must go on” in the chorus and the second verse. I was attempting to vent my dissapointment concerning Street Temple Emcees and the way it shook out without resorting to bitter vitriol. “The Standstill” is also a staple of my live set and always recieves a warm reception so I suppose I did something right.

If you an still read this without squinting, you didn’t drink enough Seagram’s 7 so pour up a double and enjoy yourself…

Until next time, this has been Whiskey Wednesday

#MusicMonday Jay Qwest: “Whiskey & Gunpowder”

Emcee/Producer team-ups don’t happen enough anymore.  It’s really too bad because there is a certain type of cohesion that comes from an album produced by a single producer.  Jay Qwest’s “Whiskey & Gunpowder” is just such an album.  Produced entirely by Illastrate, the album is tied together by the soulful samples and subtly bombastic drums which gives Jay Quest and the A-list of guest vocalists a firm foundation to work from and an ample canvas to paint upon.  This a highly visual offering, a concept album tackling the topic of self-destruction through a series of first-person narratives.  Ambitious in its scope, “Whiskey & Gunpowder” could easily have turned out a sprawling and exhaustive album but Qwest and Illastrate masterfully reign in the theme and deliver a clear and concise record that covers a lot more ground than its 22 minute run time would suggest.

Out of the gate, Jay Qwest’s signature boom captures the ears and sparks the imagination. Within the first couple of bars his measured intensity and sure-handed delivery draw you in.  When Qwest’s long-time partner-in-rhyme, Kel, drops in on track two the picture begins to form and skipping songs becomes impossible.  Illustrate’s sonic agenda is clear and confident rich with lush melodies and woven intricately between flourishes of robust boom bap.  By the time Boog Brown and Methuzulah lend their stellar verses to “Offiseer” the listener finds their self thoroughly engrossed in a story line more akin to a P.T. Anderson film than a hip hop album.  ”Offiseer” is a clear high point in the record but there is no momentum lost as Jay Qwest continues to drive home his vision and although the guest list on this record is chock full of heavy-hitters (just check Tommy Lee Soul’s contribution to “Firewater”) Jay Qwest remains fully at the helm and proves why he’s been around as long as he has.

Front to back this is an enjoyable and compelling offering.  If I had to levy a knock against it it would be that it is almost too conceptual.  An emcee/producer team up like Jay Qwest and Illastrate could easily hold down a full-length, more traditional, record with a wider range of themes and subject matter.  I would have loved to hear how that would have sounded.  That being said, there is something to be said for artistic conviction and making the record that one sets out to make so I can’t really hold it against Jay Qwest for sticking to the program.

The Verdict: COP IT (drops 4/24/2012 on Elevated Press Records)

#WhiskeyWednesday

Greetings Gautamanation,

Welcome to the third installment of Whiskey Wednesdays. Today’s pairing will be track 3 from “Strong Medicine” entitled “What Am I Waiting For?” with Wiser’s De Luxe. I discovered Wiser’s thanks to a reccomendation from the manager of the ABC Package store in Matthews, NC. I was an instant fan, it’s a great sipping whiskey with the bite of Scotch and the robust flavors of other Canadians yet without the annoying syrupy sweetness you get from Crown Royal and the like. At $14.95 a fifth Wiser’s De Luxe is easy on both your wallet and your palette. So pick up a bottle of Wiser’s De Luxe, grab your favorite rocks glass and enjoy “What Am I Waiting For?”

Verse One:
Well the crowd is thick and the drums are kickin’/ still it feels like something’s missin’/ can’t sweat that now gotta go all out cuz I know the clock is tickin’/ and I know it’s not my mission to sit here and spit this fiction/ gotta speak the truth when I freak these loops gotta give ‘em something different/ can’t tell the same old story the same old song and dance/ this world ain’t got much for me it’s like this is my only chance/ and I won’t let it slip I’m holding it with my kung-fu grip/ cuz all the whiskey I can sip/ won’t plug the holes in this sinking ship/ but if it’s going down I’m going down with it/ the head that holds this crown is propped up by a neck that’s stiff/ cuz I’ve been sleeping in whatever cranny I can fit/ the stakes are high and still I up the ante chip by chip/ gonna build it brick by brick won’t quit ’til I’m a hit/ won’t stop until my name remains on everybody’s lips/ and I may not live to see this history I’m making/ that’s all right with me cuz I garuntee that I’m not waiting…

chorus:
What am I waiting for? What do y’all take me for? Man I can’t take no more and if I knock any harder I’m breaking down the door so just let me in

Verse Two:
I burn a fire to stay cool burn myself I am the fuel/ time’s on my side but she can be cruel so he who hesitates is a damn fool/ and Mama Gautama didn’ raise one of those/ so dough or no dough man I’m playin’ those shows/ cuz people they come and go and when you don’t ever know/ but I’m not waiting ’round for that bunker to blow/ homie slow your damn roll no need to be Rambo/ Imma get where I’m going won’t be in a Lambo/ and I know cuz I’ve been at it since way back/ tryin’ to turn my bus pass into a Maybach/ maybe not a Maybach, more like a Hybrid Civic/ but it’s gonna feel like a Maybach when I’m driving in it/ and I know the sky’s the limit as long as I grind to get it/ climbing to the clouds in proud defiance of cynics/ life it’s not infinite so ’til it’s finally finished/ just give me my 20 minutes and my drink tickets…
Chorus
Verse Three:
From the self-destructive habits that derail my greatest schemes/ to the women of my past who haunt all of my dreams/ as daunting as it seems Imma face it with a grin/ cuz I know that no one else was made to make it in my skin/ so I play this game to win but I’m quick to change the rules/ cuz I’m really getting sick of waiting ’round on all these fools/ to finally decide they’re ready to face the fire/ I’ve been marching through this bitch so long I’m geting tired/ live wire, the simple goal to which I aspire only involves happiness that’s all I require/ so if you object step up and catch wreck/ and let these people tell you where you need to step next/ cuz I’m never half-steppin no matter what type of kicks I rock/ Docs to classic Reebok’s Dunks to Birkenstocks/ put it on my tab homie I guarantee that I’ll work it off/ see that’s purpose y’all until the curtains fall…

This song was my personal assesment of my music career as of the summer of 2010. I had spent a year couch surfing in between trips out of town (I lived in Atlanta at the time.) My album, “Few Against Many” had come out the previous spring and I was basically going all in with doing music. The opening couplet of this song explains my state of affairs “Well the crowd is thick and the drums are kickin’/ still it feels like something’s missin’…” Basically, I had managed to get my music to the point where I was playing shows regularly and people were responding but I was also poor and essentially homeless and no matter how positive of a response I was getting at shows, at the end of the night I faded back into obscurity with no one outside of my immediate circle of friends paying much attention to my exploits. Despite that fact I also felt that I had turned a corner artistically, had finally discovered my true voice and was on my way to mastering my instrument. I moved to Charlotte a few months after writing this song and it’s meaning really took life as I began the proccess of breaking into a new market armed only with my existing catalog and the confidence that comes with a track record of accomplishments that many can’t boast of. Ultimately this song is me taking responsiblity for my future and realizing that there is no time like the present and no person better equiped than myself to propel my music to new heights.

And there is another Whiskey Wednesday on the books, pour yourself a double if you caught the Fugazi reference (oh irony) and give “What Am I Waiting For?” another listen.

Cheers,
GG

Racist Time Out… Sounding Off On Trayvon Martin

I have a confession to make. You see that dude giving the two thumbs up right above this text, that’s me. An Irish/Scottish/Polish/Ukrainian American… to be any whiter I would have to have thrown some Scandinavian in there. Yep, I’m white, it happens. White lady meets white man, they fall in love, white babies pop out. I’m one of those white babies. I’ve lived the majority of my life in the Southeastern United States. Needless to say, race has come up once or twice. In fact sometimes Black people scare me. When they are dressed like Bloods, going on and on about how they are, in fact, Bloods, rolling up on me fifteen deep and demanding I empty my pockets, yes that is scary. Sometimes Latino people scare me, when there are six of them cornering me in the stairwell to my apartment switch-blades drawn, screaming in broken English about how “RS-13 owns this” — which is funny because I wrote a lot of rent checks to that place and none of them were made out to RS-13. Sometimes Asian people scare me, when I’m in the back of an Acura trying to buy an ounce of dro and two of them are arguing in Vietnamese with an Uzi sitting in the console, yes that is scary. Guess what? SOMETIMES WHITE PEOPLE SCARE ME, like when a Ford Ranger full of them decided to chase me and my friends out of the town of Loris, SC at the end of a double-barrel shotgun because one of the 15-year-olds in our group cut in line at the gas station (we were boy scouts returning from a boy scout event) that shit was scary…

What am I getting at? PEOPLE are scary from time to time. That will never change. We are a sadistic and hateful species and we are hell bent on destroying ourselves for no reason other that the need to prove that one set of physical features is “better” than another set of physical features. At least the worst of us are. That being said I can no longer remain silent about the false equivalence and muddying of the waters that I have seen surrounding the Trayvon Martin case. As much as I think that the Constitution is about as obsolete a document as the King James Bible, I still believe that George Zimmerman deserves his day in court. Nonetheless, I’ve seen too much complaining from “conservative” White America, Juan Williams, Herman Cain and other hand-picked Uncle Toms (yeah I said it) about the lack of outrage over black-on-black crime. To that I can do nothing but call bullshit. My own experiences tell me otherwise. I’ve lived– and this is no badge of honor, just a statement of fact– in predominately black neighborhoods before. In fact, one such place, Plantation Creek in Sandy Springs, Georgia had the esteemed honor of having more 911 calls made to the Fulton County Police Department concerning violent crime in 2006 than any other neighborhood in the county. In my time as a resident of Plantation Creek, I had a flier on my door at least twice a week from concerned citizens outraged about the violence (mostly black on black and brown on brown) that was plaguing the community. In addition to that, at least once a month someone knocked on my door and personally invited me to attend a town-hall type meeting concerning how citizens could address that same violence. Add that to the hundreds of neighborhoods just like mine in the metro Atlanta area and then add that the the thousands of communities facing the exact same issues nation-wide and I fail to see where Mr. Williams and Mr. Cain and their fascist Faux News “massas” (yes I said it) find a lack of outrage. Even worse are the fearful crackers (I said it again) out their digging up examples of black on white crime and feebly asking “where is the outrage?” This is the most disturbing part. I expect the spin-doctoring from the corporate elite but average citizens struggling through the same human condition? My head hangs heavy for the state of humanity…
TRUE, white people are sometimes victimized by black people. It’s happened to me, more than once, and probably for the simple fact that I was a white guy in a black neighborhood. The difference? Never are such crimes carried out under the auspices of upholding law and order. Sure, a gang of black men invaded the home of a white Tennessee couple, committed unspeakable sadistic acts against them and murdered them in cold blood. Sure, two black men, one 17 one in his early twenties murdered and robbed a white female UNC student. The latter of these incidents has even been labeled “racial profiling.” I’ll even give you that. Yes, I’m sure a petite blonde twenty-something white woman walking by herself is the target of a certain type of”racial profiling.” The question is by whom? Racial profiling by criminals is a far cry from racial profiling by the authorities (or even worse those who fancy themselves the authorities.) In the previously mentioned cases, all alleged assailants were arrested and are either currently awaiting trial or have been convicted by a jury of their peers. George Zimmerman remains free. So yes, Al Sharpton is a rabble-rouser. I’m sure he relishes in his camera time, but he’s also an outspoken black man in America and has seen first hand the effects of institutionalized racism. Yes, the national media has covered the Trayvon Martin case more extensively than other black-on-black and black-on-white murder cases. The reason being, THERE IS NO NEED TO COVER SUCH CASES!!! I challenge all of you to watch your local news every day for one week and take note of how many of the alleged perpetrators reported on are black or brown. If they aren’t black or brown, I’m willing to bet that they fit the stereotype of “white trash.” That’s because when affluent white people commit crimes an expensive defense attorney–often with personal ties to the judge who presides– carefully navigates the legal system to ensure minimal damage. When a black, brown or poor white person commits a crime they become a mascot for fear-mongering and ratings boosting. All you folks out there who demand more media coverage of black-on-black, brown-on-brown and black/brown-on-white crime, just turn on your TV, you don’t even need cable, it’s there in digital HD at 12pm, 5pm, 7pm and 11pm…

One final point, to those of you who want to elude to the “stand your ground” laws currently in place in Florida, allow me to bring up a case that occurred in Georgia, a state that has a very similar law on the books. It goes like this: A man is leaving a bar in the popular neighborhood of East Atlanta around 2am, he is accosted by an armed assailant who attempts to rob him. The man draws his legally licensed and registered fire arm and shoots the assailant whom later dies. The man is taken into custody and held until trial where he made his case for self-defense and was acquitted. Let’s compare and contrast this case to the Trayvon Martin case. Both involve fatal shootings, both evoked the “stand your ground” self-defense plea. However, in Florida the man who was fatally shot was unarmed where in Georgia the man who was fatally shot brandished a weapon and attempted to rob the shooter. Furthermore in Georgia the shooter was taken into custody, held, stood trial and was acquitted whereas in Florida the shooter was given his gun back and let free. The laws in both states are almost identical in their language– the NRA saw to that– but there is one blaring difference between the cases. The Georgia shooter was black and shot another black man, the Florida shooter was not Black and shot a Black man. The Georgia shooter is a friend of mine and I don’t blame him for his actions, I also believe he SHOULD have been taken into custody and required to make his case in front of a judge. That is all I am asking for George Zimmerman, I can’t speak for others but from what I gather that is all they are asking for as well…

#WhiskeyWednesday 2

Cheers Gautamanation,

I sprung for some Bushmill’s on this one to be thematically accurate to today’s subject, “Dance Cowboy”

Here’s the words:

Verse One:
Here we go again/ Bushmills on the rocks Kush up in the wind/ another venue full of single serving friends/ that’s the life I’m living ain’t no reason to pretend/ and I don’t want it to end/ so I ain’t gonna break man I barely even bend/ and I swear that I’ll extend this play to the very last second like Big Ben/ Ha Ha, that might have been chosen in poor preference/ punk rock pals all mad at the sports reference/ punk rock gals ask if I want more breakfast/ all the reason for me to act more reckless/ but the days turn into weeks turn into months turn into years/ and the squares turn into shots turn into blunts turn into beers/ so keep fronting I’m tackling frontiers/ y’all do what you want but I ain’t done here…

Chorus:
I don’t even know what to say/ on a song that doesn’t sound so cliche/ but if you ain’t with me than you’re in my way/ so please let that music play…

Verse Two:
And I know how it goes man/ dance cowboy dance stay on your toes man/ ask me bad plan’s better then no plan/ but if I’m wrong then I guess I better go stand/ on the corner with a cardboard sign/ that says give me a quarter and I’ll spit you a rhyme/ but it’s a recession I’m lucky to get a dime/ it’s all penny’s and nickels but I stack ‘em up high/ the slow rise taking it one day at a time/ enjoy each lung of the ladder I climb/ gather the ingredients and bake my pie/ so I never have to wait in line to take my slice/ the down and dirty is I’m something that you’ve never seen/ I’m pushing 30 and still dressing like I’m seventeen/ you put the work in and you can achieve any dream/ and my purpose is certain put that on everything…

Chorus

Verse Three:
All I need is a solid night’s sleep/ and a girl that don’t trip over the jobs I don’t keep/ no room for slipping I’m already neck deep/ plus whatever dough I’m sitting on’s gone by next week/ but I’m cool in these old clothes they fit me plus/ I don’t need riches to live richly so/ you can call me wannabe redneck hippy/ but if I’m going out I’m taking Glen Beck with me/ oooh that’s a political statement/ like days when I used to only spit in my basement/ it was all so simple but it got complicated/ it’s crazy I’m wondering where all them days went/ no time for looking back/ Master P “Ghetto D” the closest I came to cooking crack/ full speed straight forward on a crooked track/ I guess that’s a wrap let’s bring the hook on back

Don’t try and read into this on too much… this is the party jam of the record… I really just wanted to make a fun song, I mean I reference a professional athlete for the first time in my career. This song is more about punchlines and flow but I had to sneak a few little gems of “conscious” stuff, lines like “I don’t need riches to live richly” or my Glenn Beck diss. The hook really describes the thrust of the song. I don’t really know what it takes to make the “new shit” but I’m going to do this old shit with style and craftsmanship so either support or jog on because this momentum is not letting up. I do have to make mention of the Master P reference, all I can say is that being a Southern rapper, and being subjected to the Souljah Toys and Roscoe Trashes of the world for a decade, one longs for the No Limit golden days.

until next time…

GG

#Whiskey Wednesday Inaugural Post:

What’s up Gautamanation!!!

In an attempt to be more consistent with this blog I’ve decided to start up a new weekly post. Whiskey Wednesday will ultimately be a blog about my favorite flavor of poison, whiskey. However, currently I don’t have the budget to really get into the good stuff so instead I’ll spend the next five weeks breaking down the songs on my latest album, “Strong Medicine” while doing shots of Canadian Club. The reason this is fitting is that whiskey was one of the leading sources of inspiration for this record (I’m the Van Morrison of Rap.) I’ll even go through the grueling process of typing out the lyrics (before the shots of course) so that y’all can decipher my scatter-shot hip hop stylings.

We’ll begin with the title track, “Strong Medicine” produced by Ty Bru you can listen on the player below:


 
I got the phrase Strong Medicine from an episode of PBS’s “American Experience.” It was used to describe Tecumseh, the leader of a the most ambitious indigenous uprising against British colonization ever attempted on the North American continent. It is a term attributed to someone who is a charismatic leader. Essentially an individual who unifies people and demands the respect of his peers –regardless of weather they agree him– is said to be of “strong medicine.” The term resonated to me and I liked the play on words that it creates in the context of a rap album. My first two solo records were a pretty heavy on the social commentary and introspection so I wanted to veer away from that to a degree and thus “Strong Medicine” is my version of a “party record.” While there is still plenty of social commentary and introspection I framed this record in a more care-free manner. Where my previous offerings were created in the vacuum that is my warped mind, “Strong Medicine” comes from a place that’s much more relatable to the average listener. In essence I wanted to make a record about living life not just pondering on it. The reverb on the drums and the irreverent horn sample in Ty Bru’s beat made this the perfect title track by allowing for the double meaning of the term “strong medicine” to play out splendidly. Not only is “Strong Medicine” a statement of my own confidence and purpose but it’s also an exploration of the many methods we all use to cope with the daily struggles we all face. This song is also a statement on the state of health care in the U.S. and how the insurance industry relegates the poor and uninsured to having essentially no access to healthcare, particularly mental health services, which often leads to self-medication and substance abuse. Above that though this song is a declaration of the common person’s ability to overcome systemic oppression both overt and covert.

Verse One:

I guess it’s time to start the show so/ pour up the Jameson and spark the dro/ my end’s coming man it’s far too close/ but don’t ask me the next step because I hardly know/ but there’s one thing of which I’m quite certain/ and that’s as long as there’s a mic that’s workin’/ and a song that requires a nice hurtin’/ some life and tight verses than I’m right at your service/ so check your dosage these notions are so explosive/ corrosive when too potent but perfect with the proper components/ I’m seizing the moment pleased to step up and own it/ I’m reaching over fences to shake hands with dope poets/ and I’m feeling good y’all get like me/ I don’t care how you do it just get like me/ I’m quite free a little fucked up I might be/ but I’m likely to do the right thing - Spike Lee

Chorus:
So don’t be scared come on/ these diseases are weak and our medicine is strong

Verse Two:

Strong medicine feeling better than you’ve ever been/ steady regimen injected into your fleshy skin/ what are you sweatin’ you’re never gonna be president/ so just let go let it whisper in the wind/ because your H.M.O. don’t cover the shrink/ much less the meds so you smoke and drink/ I know you probably think you’re stumblin’ close the brink/ when coping mechanisms start turning to instincts/ but yo - I am the dude/ don’t eat rappers so feed me food/ when I’m up in West Virginia I’m chillin with B Rude/ and I brought the remedy to fix your mood/ so swallow that whole z-bar/ wash it down with a cold PBR/ we kill the microphones and leave the beat scarred/ we large, yes rest in peace to Jay Reatard

So there we have it sports fans, you’ve survived your first Whiskey Wednesday, now pour up a shot of something good and bump “Strong Medicine” LOUD. If you’d like your very own copy you can name your price HERE and if you liked what you read and want to motivate me to write more be sure to share to your networks and link up with me while you’re at it on Facebook and Twitter

Until Next Time

GG

#MusicMonday Crocker does Audible Palindrome

What’s up Guatamanation,

Been a hot minute but I definitely need to get back into the groove of writing in the blog since now this baby’s got a fancy Android app…

… Today I’m going to tell you about a record I’ve really been feeling.  It is Spartanburg SC’s resident rabble rouser, Crocker lending his rhymes to Prof. Logik’s instrumental album “Audible Palindrome.”  I’ve been keeping up with Crocker’s output for almost a year now and have been impressed by the growth he’s shown.  He does rap the way I like it done, with enough principle and conviction to avoid the trappings that ruin the careers of radio-rap impersonators but with enough bravado and irreverence to keep things enjoyable.  I consider him a kindred spirit in that regard since we both harbor animosity towards minstrel show mainstream dribble and self-righteous underground babble with equal ferocity.  It is that ferocity that has shined the brightest through Crocker’s previous work.  In your face, bombastic punch-lines delivered with a raspy timbre and unique drawl has been the trademark tool in his toolbox.  That’s what makes the smoothed-out cleverness of “Audible Palindrome” such a refreshing departure.  The same sharp wit we’ve come to expect from Crocker but delivered with a more measured and in-the-pocket attack that exhibits a knack for phrasing and cadence that his previous offerings don’t.  Prof. Logik’s down-tempo future-funk that permeates the album creates the perfect compliment and in ways the atmospheric synths and slick-yet-aggressive drums become the perfect hype-man…

In all, I highly recommend checking for this album.  We here at The Gautamanation are big fans of Crocker and think you will be too:

#MusicMonday J. Leggs

This week’s #MusicMonday is dedicated to a very hungry artists who along with the rest of his N.O.R.T.H. Coalition comrades has been steadily grinding and making noise throughout the Carolinas and beyond.  This is evident in N.O.R.T.H. Coalition’s impressive collection of mixtapes.  Recently J. Leggs was selected the winner of nchiphopconnect.com’s Who Killed It? contest I’d like to extend my congratulations J. Leggs on behalf of The Gautamanation. The Notorious Others (as N.O.R.T.H. Coalition sometime refer to themselves) aren’t just “studio” rappers either. They put on a high energy live show, but you don’t have to take my word for it come see for yourself on June 10th. Y’all make sure you check for J. Leggs and the rest of N.O.R.T.H. Coalition:

JLeggs on Twitter

N.O.R.T.H. Coalition on Twitter

J. Leggs on Reverbnation

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Strong Medicine Cover and Tracklist

Ghani Gautama: "Strong Medicine"
Ghani Gautama: “Strong Medicine”

Strong Medicine Tracklist (OFFICIAL)

1. Strong Medicine (beat by Ty Bru)

2. Dance Cowboy (beat by DBZ Beatz)

3. What Am I Waiting For (beat by B.E. Productions/LexZyne Productions)

4. The Standstill feat. Evaready R.A.W. (beat by Metrognome)

5. Stonehenge (beat by In Depth Jay)

Bill O’Reilly is a Fascist Bigot

So I’ve been tossing around ideas on how to punch this blog up a little, make is more engaging for the reader and gain a wider base of regular readers. I don’t know if this the way to do that but it is definitely a departure from my normal fare. So anyone who follows me on any of my social networks knows that I can, at times, offer a little T.M.I. I’ve always worn my heart on my sleeve, despite my attempts at stoicism, and now, via status update, I also broadcast my heart to network of people whom I may or may not know, at least well enough to talk politics. As I type this on May 12th 2011 I realize that my social network includes a wide array of people from all walks of life with a plethora of ideas, values, and opinions. I’ve made statements in status updates before about cable news pundits and the result has been a long thread of comments that undoubtedly flooded my friends time-lines and resolved nothing. This post is an attempt to avoid that situation because social networks are a valuable marketing tool for me and I’d hate to weaken my network on account of Bill O’Reiley.

I watch Fox News when I’m at the gym on the elliptical for two reasons: 1) it helps keep my heart rate up to the vigorous levels that I like to optimize my workout and 2) I’ve lived in the Southeast my entire adult life and Fox News is very popular thus watching it gives me an opportunity to attach context to the opinions I hear amongst my fellow Americans in my daily comings and goings. I am above all a populist. I consider myself a man of the people and try my best to be respectful of all views and opinions and since Fox News is the highest rated cable news channel–and therefore highly influential– I feel like it is important to expose my mind to that viewpoint. Plus it’s the only 24hr news channel my gym has and I’m addicted to the news. It is in this setting that upon watching the first 15 or so minutes of the May 11th airing of “The O’Reilly Factor” I took to my personal Facebook page to make this status update: “I try not to drink the pinko lib’rul kool-aid and give these pundits a fair shake but… Bill O’Reilly is a fascist bigot.” I was compelled to such action after watching a segment-and-a-half about the supposedly “controversial” invitation of rapper Common by the Obamas to the White House poetry night.

I’ll try my best to reconstruct what happened but fist allow me to preface that by addressing a few points that I feel will better frame my assertions going forward. First, I am, by no means, a “Pro-Obama” person. My feelings toward President Obama are much like my feelings toward any politician, I agree with some of what he does I disagree with some of what he does. I am not a Democrat and I consider myself political independent. I do– for the sake of full exposure–harbor a lot of ideals that would fall on the left side of the political spectrum.

Second, I don’t subscribe to the knee-jerk alarmism that some on the political left subscribe to pertaining to Fox News and it’s pundits. I don’t believe that it “needs to be stopped” as some like to say. In fact, I do at times agree, at least partially, with some assertions that Mr. O’Reilly makes. For instance on the May 10th airing of “The O’Reilly factor, I found myself in agreement with Billo on the notion that immigration reform must include securing our borders as well as a proactive and transparent process of nationalization and citizenship. Just to clarify, I’m not anti-immigrant and don’t think we should have snipers shooting illegal border-crossers but I do think secure borders are important to the process, plus it would create jobs, not just through increased border patrol personnel but also in the construction of the fences and through the support staff (admins, maintenance staff, ect.) that would be needed to facilitate a stronger presence along the border. I digress, the point I’m trying to make is that I don’t reflexively disagree with Bill O’Reilly just because he’s a Fox News pundit.

Finally, I don’t harbor any delusions about the nature of cable news. I admit I prefer my propaganda left-leaning (or perhaps leaning forward) but I know that MSNBC is a subsidiary of GE and another thus in the employ of the corporatocracy and are merely the Pepsi to Fox News’ Coca-Cola. I watch “Hardball”– Chris Matthews is a chest-beating loudmouth. I watch “The Last Word,”– Lawrence O’Donnell is a pretentious Ivy-League ideologue. Let’s not even start with Ed Schultz. I excluded Rachael Maddow from my scathing indictment because, honestly, I find her show to be journalistic and intellectually sound and I find myself rabidly attracted to her (Some of you may think that’s weird, but I think smart is sexy.) I won’t even touch CNN because their brand of centrism is solely for the sake of widening market shares and aside from a few flourishes from Anderson Cooper and Fareed Zakaria I haven’t seen them as relevant for years.

Again I digress, I suppose what I am getting at is that I am an independent thinker and I don’t take to Facebook to spew out recycled opinions.

So back to my potentially incendiary status update. First I’ll address the fascist claim. Benito Mussolini defines fascism as follows: “Fascism should more properly be called corporatism because it is the merger of state and corporate power.” I think the definition speaks for itself, ideology aside, Fox News and O’Reilly are unabashed in their pro-corporate stances and repeatedly champion policies that promote Mussolini’s “merger of state and corporate power.”

As far as bigotry, there were three distinct instances on the show where O’Reilly asserts viewpoints that I can only define as bigoted. When addressing the issue of Common being invited to the White House’s poetry night by the Obamas, O’Reilly called it a “PR disaster.” This assertion was based, as best as I could gather, on the fact that Common has some controversial lyrics that cover controversial topics. In his “Talking Points Memo” segment, Billo stated that Barack Obama’s decision to invite Common showed the president’s lack of “understanding of the sensibilities of regular Americans” and then went on to state that Common’s audience was young, urban, minorities. I could only infer from this that it was O’Reilly’s opinion that young, urban, minorities are somehow not “normal Americans” since Obama’s decision to invite Common (an artist who, as Billo puts it appeals to young, urban minorities) to the White House was indicative of President Obama’s supposed lack of the aforementioned “understanding.” This assertion took an even more bigoted tone as O’Reilly interviewed his first guest (the head of a national police organization) and made repeated implications that President Obama was somehow not smart enough to know why people would think Common a controversial guest. The problem is, the controversy that Billo and his guest kept referring to was a fabrication of their own making. They both made multiple claims that Common promoted murdering police officers in his songs. This, however, is simply not the case. In the lyrics in question, Common expresses his skepticism about the guilty verdict leveled against Assata Shakur for the shooting of a police officer. He also expresses similar skepticism about the Mumia Abu Jamal case (another police shooting.) While Common’s views are not necessarily conventional they are not without precedent and they certainly don’t condone killing police officers. Questioning weather a guilty verdict was valid in a police murder trial is quite different than condoning killing police officers. O’Reilly’s attempt to paint Common as a cop-killing advocate seems a lot like a spin, which is interesting in the self-proclaimed “No Spin Zone” but neither this or his attack on Obama’s intelligence are outwardly bigoted. O’Reilly did fail to challenge his guest (to police officer) when he began to make personal attacks on Common calling him a “fraud” because his father was a professional athlete and Common himself had a college education. That reeked of bigotry from where I was standing. What it sounded like to me was that this pig was saying that a black man with an education and affluent roots is somehow not genuine and in fact a “fraud.”

All of the above still didn’t explicitly indicate bigotry. It was when Billo made his play achieving the coveted “fair and balanced” status that I saw the bigotry come to light. After the cop, O’Reilly brought on two supposedly liberal guests to provide a counter point to his assertions that Common’s invitation to the White House by Obama was a “PR disaster.” As the guests futilely attempted to illustrate why they didn’t agree with this statement one of them brought up the fact that Bill Clinton had invited Eric Clapton to the White House and caused no such controversy. Eric Clapton as you may know is famous for songs such as “Cocaine” and his rendition of “I Shot The Sheriff” a song that explicitly details the killing of a police officer. O’Reilly dismissed this out of hand and then proceeded to interrupt and insult his guests at which point I could no longer watch. I left the gym steaming at what I had just witnessed. O’Reilly’s dismissal of the Eric Clapton argument revealed clearly to me what the other questionable notions had been hinting at. All of the sudden the exclusion of young, urban minorities from the ranks of “normal Americans,” the repeated implications that President Obama was not intelligent or perceptive enough to see the controversy, and the failure to challenge the cop’s attack on Common’s character became unmistakable indicators of one thing:

“Bill O’Reilly is a fascist bigot”

thank you

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