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Incidentally, Rico Nasty just dropped some new music…

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A message from Aesop Rock –

“Here is something new – KLUTZ. Occasionally song structure eludes me and it feels good. No problem-solving or pesky hit chorus, just rambling. Klutz is such a moment. I had started a couple things to this beat before sacrificing it to the gods of not-shutting-up, but this seemed a fitting fate. I hope you enjoy it. My longtime video collaborator, Rob Shaw, helped visualize my long-windedness, and I’m excited to have Steve Espo Powers gracing the artwork for the release. Lyrics below. Thank you.”

“Klutz” is available to purchase/stream now: https://rse.lnk.to/klutz

Lyrics – Can’t motherfuck a motherfucker, from the underfunded Klutz who never undercut the butcher, The pick-a-booger-at-your-wake is bumping “I’m your pusher” also at your wake, Juvenile Intruders at the gate, brooding over waking history that bubbles from the blinking 12s of VCRs and Microwaves, like time machines for shrinking elders, rifling through their recipe, carrots, onions, celery, what unique amalgam of piss and repugnant energy spun him out of the 70s, to b-line for dessert? Fire-eater trying to keep it on the green side of the dirt, this is tea-time with the worst, geriatrics on decline of berserk, back in my day we were 3x more alert, now I go through my old clothing trying to find nostalgic threads to sell, walk away feeling like I should have never dressed myself, sincerely I was never on the cutting edge, my hand was on the hilt, you’re free to build with the other end, shriek into the vacuum If in spite of your accomplishments, you wake up feeling empty like Houdini’s grave probably is, volley with the quintessential digital-ager, Im offended by everything, my opinions comes in manger, oh boy, depreciating since they drove me off the lot, still into ghost stories and pot and the classic coconut bra, procedural crime drama shows with holes in the plot, and reminding clones there’s more to coping than a nose full of snot, ah, old pros throw ‘bows to the 808, you couldn’t throw a rope over a baby gate, bishop to queen 4 in damn Daniels under ram skulls, plan for cloudy with a chance of anvils, fever dreams of padded cells and jagged pills in frozen pipes, socialites from pageant hell with plastic smells and robot eyes, I’m hoping you all grow into the sentience you assume, as your moment of self-reflection is a moment for me too, look, with the steel chair, sure to serve the veal rare, brush up your evasion and basic tactical field care, I was on that constant futile rage before the internet, I been ignored for longer than you’ve been interested, the posse promise you nobody feels threatened by a scarecrow covered in crows who feel welcomed, that’s like hellions thinking hell is just ok but needs some polish, It helps to know intimidation’s all about the optics, come duck a bounty, it’s a hoot, Suffolk County it’s a zoo, puppy chow and bitches brew, it’s not exactly chicken soup, it’s heavy-lifters lifting, it’s ginseng on his whistling, it’s we don’t find the flippancy convincing, 2 for flinching, older yeller, never knew a no-kill shelter in his doggie days, now I draw my neighbors over Kouign-amanns and coffee stains, a walled and whirling urchin, more observant than audacious, I document the great unwashed and curse in Lithuanian, for a gallery of grifters channeling Sid’s action figures grafted with his little sister’s after markers glue and scissors, it’s trippy, the truth and fiction moving to a center, maybe it’s weirder they’ve never been photographed together, sometimes the stomach disappears from under a retreating lens, and patterns of a need to please abusive folk reveal themselves, I’m peeling back the layers, I’m sneaking past the lasers, I’m a lover, I’m a fighter, I’m a seed to blackened acres, the dogs I think are following me home are out to kill me, your music makes a motherfucker wanna move to Elm Street, rejection of the spirit by the body at your service, if you mess-up every friendship come get swept up in the current, here, wheels fall off of cars when they see him, seas part, green trees march out of Eden, I’m known to eat the heart and keep the archery uneven, are you starting to be part of the kinesis?

Our friend Yong-ki is curating a show by Porous Walker at VASF, 1485 Haight, SF.  Opens May 11, 2018 from 6-10pm and runs through June.

Tonight! Souls of Mischief are celebrating their birthdays at the Uptown Nightclub.  In alignment, all of the Souls of Mischief members were born in April:

 A Plus April 14^th
Tajai – April 21^st
Opio April 22^nd
Phesto – April – 29^th

 This is also the 20^th anniversary of Focus, which was released April 20, 1998.

The night also features DJ Platurn, DJ True Justice and with special guests Planet Asia & DJ Fresh

Friday, April 27, 2018, Uptown Nightclub, 1928 Telegraph, Oakland, 9pm.

 For $19.93 pre-sale tickets | 21+ with ID

“This is a soulful city…this is an R&B city” – Ron Trent

Just finished watching the first episode of the great new series from Wax Poetics called Soul City.  This episode focuses on the South Side of Chicago, hometown of writer Ronnie Reese.  He interviews Todd Mayfield, the son of Curtis Mayfield and author of Traveling Soul. They discuss the pioneering indie labels of Curtis Mayfield, music ownership, as well as his devastating injury.    Reese then links with house legend Ron Trent who chronicles his career as a DJ and producer.  As a bonus, Reese also visits a Crate Diggers/Discogs record swap with both Mayfield and Trent to do a little digging.

via Wax Poetics

Del + Amp Live are dropping a new project called Gate 13  on 4/20.

Hop over to their page to check out exclusive packages.

Upcoming Shows:

4/20 – Cornerstone – Berkeley, CA – Tickets
4/21 – The Stonehouse – Nevada City, CA – Tickets
5/4 – Cervantes – Denver, CO – Tickets
5/5 – Aggie Theatre – Fort Collins, CO – Tickets
5/24 – Los Gatos BAR & GRIlL – Los Gatos, CA – Tickets
5/25 – Cali Roots After Party – Monterey, CA – Tickets

Expect beats, rhymes, and metal as Czarface controlled by Inspectah Deck and 7L & Esoteric team up with everyone’s favorite villain, MF DOOM. Beats from the Czar-Keys with guest appearances from Open Mike Eagle and Jedi Mind Tricks’ Vinnie Paz.  Listen today on iTunes or Spotify.

We are so excited for Boot’s new film, Sorry to Bother You (which he wrote AND directed). Starring Lakeith Stanfield, Tessa Thompson, Armie Hammer, Patton Oswalt, Steven Yeun, Terry Crews, David Cross, Danny Glover and more.  It will feature new music from The Coup with a score by Tune-Yards It will be playing in the Bay Area April 12th during the SF Film Festival,  will be in select theaters July 6th, and nationwide on July 27th.

New Sade song produced by No I.D.  From the upcoming, A Wrinkle in Time movie, directed by Ava DuVernay.  She wrote on Twitter, “I never thought she’d say yes, but asked anyway. She was kind + giving. A goddess.”  Indeed.