Sunday, May 01, 2005

"Jedi Mind 252, we mad nice!"

Vinnie Paz (The Independent SF, Oct. 2004), pic by Diane

Jedi Mind Tricks are on tour with Living Legends and opened for them (after Pigeon John and Serg's friend Mestizo, who calls me "ate") at the sold out Fillmore last night. My friend Yan (the Phenomenon -- check the first album) is their tour manager. He was part of Superegular Recordings, who I interviewed back in '97. I'll post that as soon as I get the new design up. Yan hooked me up with free entrance as he did back in October when they were here last. I wore my OG Jedi Mind Tricks shirt again. Always good to see him and the guys. No Stoupe (aka "Stoupe the Enemy of Mankind," Vinnie once said, "Me and Stoupe, we don't like people." They like me, though, luckily) this time. Vinnie, DJ Drew Dollars and crew killed it, playing a full hour, running through classic cuts from all the albums. I pushed my way up front for their set, waving my arms, yelling lyrics and jumping up and down with mostly teenage boys who can't drink anyway so they post up front and don't leave their spots all night. The kicker was the raw, uncensored version of "Kidnap the President's Wife." (That's a Nas quote from "Live at the Barbeque" in case you didn't know: "Kidnap the president's wife without a plan!") An edited version is hidden on the Legacy of Blood album, so says Fat Tony. (Big ups, Fat Tony!) Have to check on that. But the shit they did last night was ridiculous. I asked Yan for a copy, he said the label told him something like, "We like the beat, but uh... we're not putting that out." I was pretty tired after that and we didn't stay for the Legends' whole set, but I've only seen them like a million and a half times over the years. Had a killer headache today -- I get bad tension headaches -- but it was worth it. So I recorded this week's VE Radio show on two Advil gel caps. Maybe I should try mixing a screwed set when I'm on medication. Listen for the pedestrian, I mean Whitefolks drop, it's funny.

Blazefest & Whitefolks = Da Babylonianz

I feel really bad about missing Sole's San Francisco tour stop last Wednesday. I heard the show was great. We used to be really close and I miss him. Maybe he'll move back to the Bay sometime soon. Getting caught in the middle of the crap with him and El-P really sucked, and I don't think either of them trusts nor likes me as much as before all that shit went down. But that's a whole other long story that I won't be telling on the internet. When El-P was here a couple of years ago and we were riding to Amoeba for his in-store, I asked him, "Who was your first friend in this town?" He said, "You were." He also said, "Are you still doing The Vinyl Exchange? I miss that magazine."

I can't believe it's already May. That gives me a month and a half to lose 30 pounds by summer.


emynd said...

Yan had my favorite verse on that whole LP when, on that song with Apathy:

I take hold with truth of those
be like sand in the cracks of my hands
retaliatory silhouettes and apocalyptic glands
no matter what I find distressing me
and I can't let this stress get the best of me
though it test me on a daily basis
and trace the tracks of my tears down my cheeks and over my lips
taste the freedom, but it seems like gravity
has me chained to this pathetic land like Satan's left burning in chaos
but yet I continue on with no tendencies in my subconscious
so right there's a contradiction, because I'm aware of these tendencies
so that ain't my subconscious anymore
more like courses that I conversate with
half-thirds and fourths then I slice my soul into a percentage
and I knew you wouldn't recommend it, so I wrote this letter and never sent it
cause my pain, is my pain never trouble you with my own
now I swim the waves of asphalt with no place to call home
on the lonely island see the plastic smiles and speak gibberish
at varying frequencies, burn out radio and television transmissions
or simply audible who wear the robes of righteousness
equal to we was fucked up from data overload
and as for the fact that we walk on a narrow road
it's more like there's a tight rope between wisdom and insanity
seems like clarity is the ever-elusive goal
when insanity has the help of the omnipotent force of gravity

That's from with some of my own edits because I think dude who transcribed fucked some of it up. Anyway, dude is dope. I wish he didn't stop rapping.


DJ Stef said...

Operation "Get Yan to Rap Again" is now in process.

Anonymous said...

dudes, E.C. Illa is using the name Whitefolks, like for real now.

DJ Stef said...

Yeah, he told Matt Sonzala and me about that when we went to his shop in October 2000. Does he still have the store?