How do you organise your record collection. I do it alphabetically. So A Tribe Calle Quest are at the front of it. Just befire ABBA. I've just had my bath. Now I'm at my desk.My lessons are planned and depatched. I have time.
I've pushed the needle back to the start of A Tribe Called Quest's People's Instinctive Travels and The Paths of Ryhthm. I don't start teaching until nine. That gives me time to dress at leisure, fix myself breakfast and generally reflect on the meaning of life, the state of the universe, the function of work and gaze occasionally at the wet pavement outside my windows on an early September morning.
A Tribe Called Quest's People's Instinctive Travels and The Paths of Ryhthm is a great soundtrack for this kind of general pondering. It's a record which makes you think you have more time than you actually do. That as far as I can determine is the meaning of life itself. The best records make you feel that you're unlocking the very secrets of the universe. That you can get off the toundabout right now. Resist the need to compete.At least for an hour.
'I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness...' The opening clause of Allen Ginsberg's Howl. Hold it right there Mr Ginsberg. Mr Beatnik. What do you mean, the best minds. Who do you mean? Your crazy pals. You've fallen into a tiger trap of The Man's in your attempt to unravel his ball of wool . What do you mean the best minds. What makes you think your mates had the best minds? Just because they took loads of drugs. Where does this need to compete come from anyway. Hold your horses. Put on A Tribe Called Quest - People's Instinctive Travels and The Paths of Ryhthm. Fix yourself some breakfast.
The need to compete drives us all mad to a greater or lesser extent. When's the next football match. When't the next board meeting. Hip Hop itself got waylaid by this itch that can't be scratched when the locus of focus shifted from West Coast to East and things started to get nasty. About the size of your gun and the length of your *****. Honestly. Waiting For the Man. I think you mean Working For The Man.. Oh ...... I Left My Wallet in El Segundo
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