Something something something poetry.

January 21, 2013 - Leave a Response

So I watched the hobbit today, and it was bad enough to make me want to write about poem about it. That has not happened since John hurt in 1984. I think that was a good film, I never finished it. i read the book instead. 2 + 2 = 5. I wrote a sad poem after that book.

So yeah, I wrote a poem. My first poem since friday. This is not going as well as I’d hoped. But I felt good writing that poem. It’s meant to be funny. I’m not sure how funny it is, but it felt funny to write, and the missus laughed, so that is a good thing. I have not written an intentionally funny poem since 2009, I think. All part of some decision i made to myself that i was not a comedian and I should stop trying to be funny. I’m not sure if i consciously made that decision. I used to write funny poems; at least poems that were meant to be funny.

All the same, this poem felt good writing. I’m going to do another one.

 

The Structure, The Structure

January 16, 2013 - Leave a Response

What’s a poem supposed to look like? 

To be specific; what’s the poem I’ve been carrying in my head for two years supposed to look like? What kind of middle will suffice? Fattened with staccato quick fire rhymes or is a poignant, slow paced, weighty metaphor the trick?

This is how I kill my poetry, by over-thinking the bastard. And yet, I can’t help myself. For two years now I have been aware of my writer’s block, the reasons for it and most importantly, the solutions:

  • I am not practicing enough.
  • I do not trust the process of editing.
  • I am afraid of failing.
  • It is not complete in my head.

The last one is the biggest stumbling block. Since I started with the pen stuff I had a system where I would not start writing unless I knew roughly what the entire poem was like in my head. Beginning, middle and end. Some days  I got the beginning and the end ready to go, and the middle would dodge for months. Months of no writing and then whosh! pour on the page. Well, that’s what it used to be, because now I have ideas and I have ideas and I’ve had ideas for too long and I’m still waiting for the rest of the poem to come to me.

Pooface. Where do I go.Just write seems the option, but then number 3 kicks me in the nuts. Atychiphobia, it’s called

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A Week After New Year’s Day; nothing.

January 14, 2013 - Leave a Response

Post Xmas Slump.

That’s the only explanation I can come up with. Something after new year snapped, as it always does; the laptop doesn’t call out to you as it did when you made the promise to yourself, and when it does call, it’s to download something. That nasty voice that makes your shoulders ache with surrender, that suggests tomorrow would be a better time to start your regime. You had a good idea and between the shower and the ipad you forgot it so you’re going to sit pretty until it comes back damn it. And then there’s Life: Life needs updating, Life needs replying to, Life needs to be prioritized. Life wants a cuddle whilst the bed is cold. Life wants to talk.  Life finds A Poem A Day boring and thinks you deserve a break, you know; lay back, live a little, chill.

I could have just written excuses and be done with it, but I am nothing if not a bit of a beat around the busher.

A friend once said the key to constant, daily production of poetry is to lower your standards. Which is not to say be shit…actually, that’s exactly what its saying. Be terrible. Make errors. Fail Better, trip over yourself often. See what you find.

Which I guess is what I intend to do more starting from today. I owe you all 365 pieces of rambling nonsense. I apologise now for the days I stumble/forget/cannot be bothered. I hope I’m not typing a variant of this email in a months time, having written nothing, again.

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Welcome back

December 28, 2012 - Leave a Response

Hello… I’ve seemed to have ignored this blog a little. 

As per my christmas resolutions, I have decided to write an article a day. By article, I mean blog. By blog I mean babble. You’re reading this, so you can litterally see my handiwork in action. I guess the point is to make this second nature. So far, with only minutes to go, I have managed to keep to my deadline. 

I don’t mind telling you my main theory of Why I Am Not As Brilliant As I Think I Should Be is that I do not work as hard as I think I should, so if I write every day: at least one blog, one poem, one song, one rap if I have to, right up till Dec 30th 2013, I am either going to be:

1. Fucking awesome, or

2. A Warning to others, on How To Burn Yourself Out.

I will be posting some of the poems here

The babble will go here. 

The better written articles will be on Poejazzi.com I think.

Here is a picture of a happy dog. Happy new year in advance.

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Poejazzi’s new dawn: New Facebook page, website and app.

April 27, 2012 - Leave a Response

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We are pleased to announce that Poejazzi has a new logo and a new Poejazzi Facebook page. If you haven’t joined/rejoined the new Poejazzi page yet go and have a rummage round so you can be in on the action when we announce our relaunch event line up next week! It’s also full of arts news, music and spoken word artists we think you might like to see more of. Aside from the superficial changes this year Poejazzi will be expanding into publishing and releasing the first in a (hopefully) long line of apps. The first app (Season 1) in the Poejazzi series will feature 16 poets over the duration of 16 weeks, we’re releasing them in seasons, you know…like the telly…but without Kim Kardashian…Anyway in our quest to entertain you we hereby promise to never spam you and to only post things on our wall that will make you smile/want to dance/feel inspired. 2012 will also see the introduction of our new website and a blog network featuring some of our favourite spoken word artists/commentators. We’ll be keeping you updated with announcements on Facebook so go and like the page so you can keep up with our crazy journey and how to get involved.

Star Wars Episode 4: Crowd Sourced, Fan Made, Awesome!

January 24, 2012 - Leave a Response

I had, haaaaad, haaaaaaad to blog this. For many 80’s babies it’s probably the last time we’ll be legally allowed to be excited about anything Star Wars related (unless, of course, Jim Cameron or Mr Nolan is allowed to direct a new chapter) It’s a remake of Star Wars Ep 4(!) made up of 15 seconds contributions byhundreds of fans around the world (!!) Think Be Kind Rewind via the interwebs and OH MY LAWD I’M MOIST WITH JOY IT’S AMAZING.

This is it, friends, the height of Post Modern. Youtube’s true purpose has been fulfilled. Star Wars has been given it’s proper sendoff. Book a free two hours, sit with friends, watch this, smile.

PS: As much as I would love an Empire Strikes Back take on this… the smart part of me wishes they didn’t.

Albums I Really Liked in 2011 And The Ones I Didn’t

December 14, 2011 - Leave a Response

Amon Tobin: ISAM

If last year’s Cosmogramma by Flying Lotus was a technicolor dream, featuring you, running carefree through the greenest, lushest, sunniest, hippiest forest ever, then ISAM is that forest suddenly turning dark, you turning around and seeing a rabid chichuachua chasing you. With GOP red eyes. And a huge penis. Scary, huh?

Mesita- Here’s to Nowhere

Kudos to this dude: the gap between this and their debut is staggering. Imagine if Fleet Foxes made Grey Oceans as their first track and collectively thought ‘you know what yeah fuck this moody reverb crap in Bon Iver’s third eye, I wanna bring some joy strings this time around’  and you’re not far off I tell you…

Fleet Foxes- Helplesness Blues

WHICH IS NOT TO SAY I DID NOT ENJOY HELPLESSNESS BLUES, far from it. Fleet Foxes defeat the second album conundrum by delivering a triple distilled dose of more of the same; stirring, emotive, you’re-singing-along-on-public-transport-you-fool lumberjack soul, better done than anyone else. And they even slip in a mini jazz adventure with the sax on The Shrine/An Argument. All together now: ‘Sunlight over me NO MATTER WHAT I do.’ Class.

Shakka: The Shakka Crown Affair

Download this now. If you like R&B this is a justdoit moment like no other. Honestly. It’s free. It’s better than most albums you were supposed to pay for but didn’t because you borrowed it off the internet library.  Us brits haven’t really had an R&B male singer worth crowing about since Omar.  Shakka is that person. I’m not even on a ‘I know him so this is a hype thing’ I don’t, and even if  I did, so what. It’s not my fault my friends are talented creatives? It’s not my fault I have taste?!

Son Lux- We Are Rising

Shut up and go listen to ‘Claws.’ Like, how sick is that. No, that’s not a question. It’s the soundtrack to Prince William’s mind as he takes Kate down the aisle. It’s litterally melting my head. Seriously, I’m bleed grey shit out my nose. Killer. We are Rising sounds like Sufjan’s backing band decided to put all of last year’s extra creativity to us. Again, killer.

Ghostpoet: Peanut Butter Blues and Melancholy Jam

The 2nd decent hip hop album I had the pleasure of listening to this year. And can you even really call it hip hop? Exactly.

Sleeping States: Gardens of the South

The Track Gardens of the South is bliss, pure unadulterated sigh making heavenly tearduct bothering bliss. The rest of the album? A grower, but when it gets you, Sleeping States soaks you in thick. Markland Starkie’s voice sits somewhere between ‘crooning’ and ‘haunting.’ Modern blues at its best.

CANT: Dreams Come True

Chris Taylor is the producer and band member of Grizzly Bear. Dreams Come True is a different mammal (sorry), frustrating at first, as his teaser single Ghosts promised a juicy stop-gap before Grizzly’s next. On further listens CANT unclenched its delightful paws (sorry again) before me, and everything was pretty.  An amazing rock album from a producer who recently discovered the shit-your-pants-BASS-button commonly found in dubstep.

Unknown Mortal Orchestra-Unknown Mortal Orchestra

Last year it was Tame Impala, this year Unknown Mortal Orchestra win the award for Psychedelic Rock Album Came Out Of Nowhere And Brightened Up My Life. Unknown is the live band from the best house party you never went to. The one where everyone got off with everyone and they were dancing til two am and the neighbours complained at first but then they joined in because the music and the girlies were so freakin’ awesome! EVEN the nuns living downstairs! 

Jono Mccleery: There Is

All kinds of yay, available right here. I’d been waiting for Jono’s output under Ninja Tune for a while and half. Jono’s voice was crafted by the Finest Sunday Afternoon ever, and to finally hear his stirring tones wrapped in the production it deserves is a joy, a blessing, a ten ton yes, mate. If chillout is still a genre this is heads, shoulders, knees and toes above the competition.

Pattern Is Movement: All Together

Forward thinking, inventive, brave,  suprising, funny, challenging, exciting, can’t go-back-to-whatever-you-wuz-hearing-before-you-heard-it kind of pop, you dun know. Explosions in earphones. Pattern is Movement are making so much good music they sew two of them together just to make more room.

Metronomy: The Bay

Sometimes I wonder aloud to myself…. HOW THE FUCK IS IT THAT METRONOMY ISN’T BIGGER THAN THEY ARE?! Then I remember I don’t exist in the mainstream, so I don’t know how big they are anyway. Still, I don’t do numbered lists, but if I did, this would be close to one: Metronomy’ve gone from strength to strength with every release and this here is their crowning glory; end to end with seriously hummable electro pop.

Jamie XX/Gil Scott Heron: We’re New Here

I’m not a fan of XX. You wouldn’t really find me reciting Gil Scott Heron’s work any day soon. BUT THIS ALBUM IS OH MY DAISIES POW! Like, when I imagine people talking about poetry and music, THIS IS WHAT I IMAGINE. Bass music, post dubstep, future garage whatever you call it: it’s sickums, And New York Is Killing Me is the 2nd song of the year.

James Blake: James Blake

I honestly believe there are two types of James Blake: James Blake, the beef in the UKG/minimal/Dubstep burger, and then there’s James Blake, the one who listens to Bon Iver and goes, ‘I’ll have some of that.’ The Bon Iver one won out of this album, which is why I spent the first few months cussing it. It grew on me. He’s wicked live. The end.

Raphael Saadiq: Stone Rollin’

I don’t understand why this albums didn’t get more props (or did it? I dont’ really know) Far more enjoyable than his last effort (though not a return to Instant Vintage levels) and a whole lot better than any Soul album that came out this year. Yeah, I said it. I DATE TROUBLE. I COURT CONTROVERSY.

Raised by Robots: Disorganisation will save us all.

Raised by Robots are what I imagine The King Blues to be, seconds before I hear what they are: Punk Rock, fierceness, urgency, emotion, dammit, not some silly sausage about needing love! I went to their facebook; no interaction since March. I really hope they haven’t split up. They need to do an album.

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Insomniax: The Green Cross Code

Part electro soul, part spoken word, part hip hop, all UK, all wicked.  Scrumptious production on synths served with cheeky lyricism.


Colin Stetson: New History Warfare Vol 2- Judges

OH. MY GOD. OH MY GOD. This… this is… I swore I would not do numbers in this list. I feel I have to be objective and give everything its due BUT JESUS RIDING A FIVE LEGGED BIKE AT FIVE AM DRESSED LIKE SUPERTED THIS IS THE BEST THING I’VE HEARD THIS YEAR! It’s exactly the kind of sound I imagine a Terminator would make if it got hold of a saxophone. minimal riffs that  suddenly swing into a brutal direction, hypnotic repetition, ghostly vocals; it’s the evolution of Philip Glass, with horns. And I love me some Philip. Woo, Philip, laaaaawd. And Sharon Worden (My Brightest Diamond) features as well, which can only ever be a good thing, seeing as she is freaking awesome.

My favourite film this year was Tree of Life. This should’ve been the soundtrack. It could also be the soundtrack to a Parliament of Owls witnessing the birth of a Griffin. I’m not picky. It’s like you discovered you actually like coconut peanut butter chicken chocolate bars and lo and behold Cadbury make bars with all them ingredients, boom. And you’re certain anybody else who likes that too, both of you are bound to be mates.

SONGS I LIKED

MY BRIGHTEST DIAMOND: BE BRAVE.

This was my favourite song of the year, bar none. I could not have rinsed it any harder if my iphone fell in the toilet. Sharon’s playful lyrics, her powerhouse voice, wooooooo!  I dare you to listen to this and feel nothing. Her album, All Things will Unwind, only disappoints because nothing else on it matches this.

Llane Da Havas: Final Form (Everything Everything Cover)

As the Zutons would probably tell you, sometimes the cover overtakes the original. Everything Everything are an… interesting… band. But Ms Da Havas took one of their songs and jacked it up with some fantastic stirring vocals. Pretty much the sole reason I think she deserves to be on the BBC Sound of 2012 list.

Sleepy Brown: You’re my Lady

Where’s the fucking album?

Sufjan Stevens Ft Buck 65: Blood pt 2

I want to make an album like this song. ‘Touch me like an old stamp.’ Kill me now, I’m happy enough. The vocal harmonics are OOOOF THE CHAIN.

Good Shoes: The Way My Heart Beats

I really hate it when I only like one track a band ever does. especially if it’s the first track I heard from them. Because I’m a completist, and I go ‘oh, this song is good, I really like it. Lemme go through their albums see if there’s more.’ And there isn’t. And that sucks.

But I liked this song though.

DISAPPOINTMENTS OF THE YEAR

Kanye West/Jay Z: Watch the Throne

Kanye released the best rap album of 2010. Jay Z the best of 2009. Together, they produce the greatest display of an absolute waste since 2Pac got shotums.

Bjork: Biophilia.

‘Stale’ is a word I’d use. ‘Clasping at straws’ is a phrase I’d employ. ‘Bored me to death at Bestival’ is my honest conclusion.

Daedelus: Bespoke

I expected a lot. Righteous Fists of Harmony was one of my albums of 2010. And this album featured Bilal. That alone should’ve guaranteed an experience. Unfortunately the mathematics in my head are depressingly different from the real life result. A mess.

Radiohead: King of Limbs.

King of limp, more like. What, didn’t like the joke? Well, as least it cost less than this album, time and money wise.

Jill Scott: Both of them.

Jesus, what terrible bollocks did she press upon the world. Really? This is where you saw yourself almost a decade since Words and Sounds Vol 1? Jill, really? Bah.

Arctic Monkeys: Suck it and See.

There was a time when Arctic Monkeys were unassailable. My, it was only 2007 when I stated Alex Turner was the UK’s best rapper (shut up, you knew I was right: few lyricists can test the first two albums. Not for fear of God.) And I must admit I grew to love Humbug (after about 2000 forced listens). But you know what, what I loved about the first two albums is I didn’t need to try to understand his lyrics -simplicity is the hardest and most beautiful of geniuses- and it sounded like the band had an ear for a tune.  This smells like the engine’s running on fumes.

ROLL ON 2012.

20 Albums of 2010- Suite for Ma Dukes

February 3, 2011 - Leave a Response

It wouldn’t be much of a hyperbole to say this album towered over every other purchase in 2010 like erykah badu’s afro-wrap.

It’s concept couldn’t be any more enticing: the late and revered hip hop producer J Dilla’s works arranged for a 60 (!) piece orchestra. That’s like Flying Lotus recreating rite of spring. Really. I’m not even exaggerating a little bit.

This had no reason to work as well as it does; I dunno, I’m so used to these kind of projects looking like fried rice with some next level chicken with rainbow fruit salad on the side but tasting like tesco brand oatmeal. Mixed with two day old olive brine. In fish stew. Which is alright I guess but I hate fish.

Any to the ways thankfully composer Miguel Atwood Ferguson doesn’t fire blanks, and J Dilla’s finest compositions make the transition to classical form with renewed freshness, heart and a gorilla’s weight in swagger.

Almost flawless, there are no weak links from start to finish,  (although hoc n pucky, below, is definite favourite), sometimes a burst of blissful head-nodding bliss, sometimes deliciously melancholic- the solo piano in ‘Le Yachting’ makes me think of  a love story set to dance- sometimes like you’re listening to the score of a black superhero movie made in the seventies directed by Spike Lee. (Hoc n pucky, again)

Singers Bilal and Dwele and rapper Talib Kweli reprise their roles on productions they’d done with Dilla, hich lends the project an  authentic warmth(Where’s Erykah, you may ask). Best you buy the DVD/CD combo and watch that, then join me in petitioning Southbank to book them.

When Dilla died, I hardly knew him. Sure, I got Slum Village albums and the rest but never read the sleeves or joined the dots leading to him. He was an unknown to me, like Nicki Minaj’s and Drakes ghost writer (Jokes!) When all them ‘collections in honor’ started coming out I grew  weary, quick time, like a Martin Luther King fan wandering why everyone was so fussed about the ‘X’ guy. This is the only project dedicated to the man I’ve heard that’s made me appreciate him, and as far as I know the only decent hip hop/classical crossover ever. Sorry, Late Orchestration.

PS: Doctors Orders are hosting JDilla Nights to celebrate his anniversary. Big things like this are more than your sunday deserves, so thank the lord at noon, but on your hip hop shoes and click here.

RIP John Barry, 1933-2011

February 1, 2011 - Leave a Response

The words I need to explain the weight of sad that crashed on my face when I clicked on BBC news today, they no longer exist, because I’VE drowned those words. With my scalding tears. After strangling them to bits.

John Barry, Mr John Barry, The great unbelieveably brilliant  (internet be damned I shall hyperbole without restraint; the man deserves it) John Barry’s gone down that final MJ walkway, just with less desperation and a lot more dignity. And, as I found out today, damn near not enough recognition.

‘Who’s John Barry,’ a nearly ex-friend asked me, as innocent as a pet scorpion  after stabbing it’s owner square in the heart.  This nearly ex friend just doesn’t know how lucky she is to be pretty. I was gonna do her like I did them words. Scalding tears, yeh.

Turns out a freak load of people never heard of this dude, most of whom I would still like to call friends, so i’m sticking this song on this blog so you all can go ‘oh yeah, didn’t he do that film with Dustin Hoffman in it?’ Go wiki here

Seriously, he is the greatest British Film composer, bar none. BAR. NONE. My dad owned a video rental store, and back in Nigeria, when I used to stick our stereo next to the TV to record songs from movies I like (Good luck trying to find The Score for You Only Live Twice on the street market)

And I loved James Bond (not as much now). Even when I didn’t know what the shizzle was going on, like in A View to A Kill; try explaining the plot to a six year old without mentioning ‘gadgets.’ Didn’t care tho, cus that was me and James Bond, back then: Plot equals ‘???’ Gadgets equals win.

Come to Londonia, suddenly with purchasing power and some forgotten childhood melodies. I re-discovered John Barry off the sample on Robbie Williams ‘Millenium’ song (‘so THAT’S where he got them violin bits!’ I exclaimed, flinging the CD outta da window).

Turns out he did the score for ALL the James Bond movies right up to Licence to Kill. At the time, for me, this was akin to discovering Naomi Campbell has been actively looking for me! not someone like me! ME! all her life, and is willing to devote herself to being my sex slave. I had a fetish on this guys back catalogue for real, back in the day when Isohunt was a twickle in a pirate’s eye and HMV were charging eleven pounds a pop.

I have moved on since then, but I digress.

Highly recommended are the numerous ‘Best of John Barry’ collections available, most featuring all of his theme songs in one sweet hit. (Avoid the four disc set. It’s  by the London Philharmonic and blander then ITV’s spring programme schedule).

Seriously, he did for James Bond what John Williams did for Star Wars: give a B-movie some class A grandness. You simply cannot say ‘Great James Bond theme Song’ without taking about this man. James Bond theme songs haven’t been any pap since he stopped doing em, fact.

And even if you discount all the decent James Bond films, and Ipress File, and Persuaders, and Hook (okay forget that one) and Out of Africa, and Black Hole, and ‘Midnight Cowboy’ (below) and just left his beat music from the sixties you’d still have a formidable composer on your hands. Jesus, from the roar of horn at the start of the ‘Goldfinger’ theme to the sweet feeling of spring when the strings and wind instruments tango on ‘The Girl With The Sun In Her Hair.’

I’m sticking on Mindnight Cowboy here, because It’s my favourite, and still the only true justification for harmonicas, ever. Please please spotify him or summat, the man deserves all ther recognition he can get. RIP, sniffle.

Possibly The Greatest Dance Routine Ever….

January 6, 2011 - One Response

No, seriously. Seriously. You have to watch this. Alladaway through. Don’t fast forward and ruin it for yehself like begging for a headbutt after a nose job.

Imagine if the next G8 meeting they unconditionally cancelled all african debts. This video is that amazing.

Imagine if Yoda burst out of Skywalker’s chest and lightsaber’d Vader’s head clean off at the end of ‘Empire Strike’s Back.’ This vid is that unexpected.

If you dance, watch this and take the week off. The things these guys do, no wires, no funny funnies… I mean… how… The things these people do!

how is the girl still alive?

Bet she banged her head proper during rehearsals.