Tuesday, March 09, 2004

Bloody Peasants.  

if rap is/was the pedagogy of the oppressed, what then is indie-rock? i ask myself this as the multiculti kids are at it again: TV on the Radio is going the post-Tiger Woods route and coloring outside the box with both their skintones and their Pixies-esque tone poems.

and i picked up a copy of Good Times today, as i found my American Fiction class' snooty canonical whiteness inspiring enough to rebel and yank this classic TV series from the olden days. really, dude, the olden days. like, when i was listening to Kool Moe Dee tapes. but, this tv show interests me on a cold, Ivy League-level, where i want to write hundreds of papers on its grassroots Marxist sensibilities (say what?) and J.J.-as-ghetto-artist's relationship to contemporary rap dudes. moreover, it seemed to find joys in small places, where glimmers of hope came through sticking together as a family, no matter what kind of corner you painted yourself into.

keep ya head above water.

and to the East Coast heads: check out Mike Patton and Rahzel get freaky on a handful of dates with my homeskillet Still from dalek. "what the fuck do people from Winooski know about music?". indeed.

'im French! why do you think i have this outrageous accent, you silly King!'



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