Monthly Archives: January 2012

Jordan Florit’s Assembly Poem


You heard it this morning. Now here it is for you to read.

Hey.
With exams taking up much of January with many of us involved in one way or another, and now the period over, at least for most, for many of us in the upper sixth, a period of decision making about our future is upon us.

With offers in and choices to make, it’s a very potent realisation that soon I won’t live in Southampton and I won’t be in the house I’ve lived in throughout my time at KES. For me the two things that I find most challenging, is getting over not living in a HOME with family, but living in a HOUSE with strangers and the joys of living on a council estate.

Naturally, I wrote a poem.

House and Home & Suburban Jungle – J. Florit

There’s a fine line between
what used to be the house I lived in
and what used to be my home.

The house I lived in served a purpose,
but was unearthed and worthless;
pieces of brick and loam.

What used to be my home
was a more than functional,
store of the untouchable, memory foam.

So how do I decide
which recollection will preside;
when both of my ideas I have are unbeknown.

One protected me when the rain came down,
and the other reflected me when the pain came around.
One let me lock up and disappear
whilst the other let me cock up and caught every tear.

Both let me fall asleep at night,
and woke me at the morning light,
but which account is near?

When I think back
I remember either trips to the haberdashery
or a christmas full of blasphemy
when only ears to young to grasp were safe from all the travesty.

One captured moment of materialistic coherency
or a thousand stories that seem bliss to me.
One has warmth, one has a heater on the blink.
One drowns me in nostalgia where the other has a leaky kitchen sink.

There’s a fine line between the home and house,
a paradox is what amounts,
left with but a path to stride, that path itself the great divide.

But then, outside

A suburban jungle of concrete high rises where nothing surprises
Bare trees resembling carcasses, where youth roam in their disguises
A new language emerges and surges to the forefront of their vocabulary
And animalistic behaviour is the new mentality caged in the constabulary

Most roads become small gulfs and a postcode engulfs their thinking
With territory bringing fights for glory, guns are fired without blinking
Because these kids, are becoming desensitised and misrecognized as men
Cos’ we don’t want to admit the statistics are taking a hold of them

For every tree that falls in the forest another five are planted
But in this suburban jungle the mathematics are slightly slanted
Its more like, for every paper sold another life becomes a figure
In this self fulfilling prophecy of the blade against the trigger

This black and white, this colour spared account accurately depicts it
Where the government failed to do so, cos purely labelling wont fix it
It encourages retaliation to break every rule that’s ever written
And then the kids see it as praise when they earn the title Broken Britain

But it results in empty streets and packed flats of intimidated witnesses
That know they cannot speak a word out of fear of being hitlisted
So instead society becomes the outcast to the endless re-offender
As the wind blows white bags like white flags to signal that we surrender

Written by Jordan Florit, tweeting @JordanFlorit

The Sea Change – Stuart Goodeve


Here’s a new addition to the creative writing section of the blog. It comes from Stuart Goodeve, mainly known as guitarist/lyricist for the awesome dark funk band The Morphic Fields, here’s some of that work

The Sea Change – S. Goodeve

And so the tides of life lay swept
The same routines the same regrets
And towards the rocks these ideals head
Smashed amongst rock these ambitions met
Only to recoil and try again, blindly, determined
Endgame set

But the Earth may it be complex
The Earth may it be alive
To change the tide and drown such pride
That has drag-ged me and overthrown me
And often left a lonely me

For a quarter century it does pass
I find my meaning, the turn-ed mast
The change of tide, may it long long last

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Childish Gambino – Camp – Review


The Rainmaker delves into rap as only an indian kid could.

Camp is in session

It’s difficult to talk about something being a debut album in a rap world with Mixtapes, EPs and singles being released any time with no sort of label work or anything to tell us simple rock music types what the deal is. A quick scan on wikipedia reveals this ‘debut’ album actually follows 3 ‘albums’, 2 mixtapes and 1 EP. What this debut really means is that this is his first album that he sat down and went through in a studio. And it really shows. This is by an absolute mile the most impressive rap album I have heard since I picked up Cee-Lo Green’s Perfect Imperfections on a whim in HMV. There is not a single bad or worthless song on this album, it just keeps getting bigger and better.

Donald Glover aka Childish Gambino is one of the most obscenely talented people in the world. Not only is he a hilarious star of my favourite new comedy, Community, but he also made his name making hilarious sketch comedy videos as part of the group Derrick Comedy. Before this just seems like I’ve googled him, I found all of these things separately, before I’d even heard of Gambino, and on their own merit. I was alerted to his rap from a friend, found the TV show from online ‘buzz’ and the comedy from Cracked.com. All of which means that I have to know show you Donald in his early years in the funniest video I have ever seen.

But enough of this… silliness. Back to the album. The first thing that hits you is the Kanye style beats. Glover/Gambino enlisted the help of the Community music director to make the album, and it is perfectly built. The first sound is a SBTRKT style choir voice as opening track Outside begins, but when the beat drops it’s just incredible. And it doesn’t let up. Tracks like Backpackers and Bonfire have a much more harsher gangsta sound than the orchestrated epics of Fire Fly and Sunrise. Part of the mastery of this sound is that each song carries a perfect pop chorus, most of them sung surprisingly well by Gambino himself, and always just the right kind of catchy.

However, all of this is just skirting round the main issue, and that is Gambino’s lyrics. My friends know I can be kind of a jerk when it comes to rating rappers because if they talk about complete crap then I have a tendency to dismiss them pretty quickly. With Childish Gambino I was hit straight away with the fact that this is not pointless braggadocio but real expression and some of the most intelligent rap you can hear. When the track Heartbeat started I thought that I was gonna face a song i didn’t like for the first time. But then Gambino transformed what could’ve been a tame love song into a fierce and raw rap about two exes going back to each other that is now one of my favourites to play:

His raps are different to almost anything you would expect to hear from a rapper these days. While so many of his contempories spend a lifetime attmpting to craft a ‘street’ image, Glover eschews all of that for regular honesty. He says it himself pretty well in Fire Fly

Yeah so, whatcha gonna do man?
You won’t speak to the hood, man
If I was given one chance I think I could, man
These black kids want somethin’ new, I swear it
Somethin’ they wanna say but couldn’t cause they embarrassedChildish Gambino

Gambino’s rhymes reference pop culture (my favourites being shout outs to Rugrats, Super Smash Bros. andLand Before Time) and delves deep into his childhood. In fact his name ‘Childish’ and the ‘Camp’ title perfectly suit this album, as the major theme is childhood. Glover is perfectly in tune to life as a kid and he explores the things kids say and do is a surprisingly profound way, none more so than in the end of closing track That Power, where he recounts a story of a return trip to camp.

“I wish I could say this was a story about how I got on the bus a boy and got off a man more cynical, hardened, and mature and shit. But that’s not true. The truth is I got on the bus a boy. And I never got off the bus.”

In his songs he describes how he was too black for the white kids and too white for the black ones. As a result he delivers what can only be describes as some of the best rhymes about race in a modern world that you can hear anywhere. He confronts the problems that black people suffer with all the ideas of what black is supposed to mean in track Hold Me Down:

“But niggas got my feelin’ I ain’t black enough to go to church
Culture shock at barber shops cause I ain’t hood enough
We all look the same to the cops, ain’t that good enough?
The black experience is blackened serious
Cause being black, my experience, is no one hearin’ us
White kids get to wear whatever hat they want
When it comes to black kids one size fits all”

While I’m not going to pretend to be a black american kid, there is one particular bit that perfectly sums up what the issue with race actually is nowadays.

“They only see you how they wanna see you
‘Til you make them see you in some other way
I’m trippin’ off the other day
Cause God knows what these white kids sayin’
Dude you’re not not racist cause The Wire’s in your Netflix cue
Subtle racism
It’s hard to pin it cause you’d only understand
If you were me for just a minute”

Not only does he combine these fantastic lyrics with great beats but his flow is quality too. It’s not the kind of thing that is out to impress, but Gambino doesn’t need to, his lyrics are good enough.

While I hope I’ve made it clear how much I love this album, there are some weaknesses. Glover relies on one-liners a lot, and while they are good they can get in the way of the general flow. Plus, sometimes his cartoonish aggression can come off a little overly ironic and end up having the reverse effect that they intended. But these are all minor gripes and only come up after the weeks worth of constant listening that I have subjected the album to.

Ultimately this is an album with quality beats, some of the best lyrics you can hear and an unholy consistency that means the only option I have ever taken after reaching the end of the last track is to just press play and do it all again. I’ll leave you with my personal favourite track of his in which Gambino touches on the idea of ‘real’, but has a quality vibe that works perfectly being played by live instruments.

All I can say is, listen to the album on spotify or something if you don’t wanna buy it. It’ll blow you away.

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