Til Infinity:The Souls Of Mischief Official Trailer from Til Infinity Doc on Vimeo.
It’s been 25th years(!) since 93 ’til Infinity came out, and the documentary,”Til Infinity” is releasing a special 25th Anniversary Limited Edition cassette-shaped USB. It is packed with the film, extended & deleted scenes, promos, shorts & production stills. Scoop on their site: www.tilinfinitydoc.com
Lyrics Born just released his 10th album featuring collaborations with Aloe Blacc, Del, Galactic & Kelly Finnigan, Gift of Gab, Chali 2na and Joyo Velarde. LB and his band are currently out on the road in support of the release. You can find the new album on his PledgeMusic site , which also has a lot of rarities and fun opportunities.
Hiero Day is this Monday. Tickets are $19.93 now (but go up on Monday). The festival returns to its 3rd Street location (entrance on 3rd & MLK) in Oakland near Jack London Square. In addition to music, there will also be a variety of food, vendors and a Kids’ Zone with reading every hour presented by Akira’s Book Club.
And it don’t stop…RSVP now for a free ticket to the after party presented by Wax Poetic x Beat Culture and hosted by Pep Love.
The first feature film from Boots Riley is out today in limited release! Check showtimes in your area here.
This week Soul Assassins & Rappcats have been previewing songs from the new DJ MUGGS & MF DOOM project MUGGS X DOOM. The first single is “Death Wish” (vid above) which also features Freddie Gibbs.
“Assassination Day” features Kool G. Rap. Packages available at Soul Assassins.
RIPNDIP is hosting an ice cream party this weekend at 826 Mateo St, Los Angeles with special guest Rico Nasty. RSVP at ripndipicecream.com
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 14th
Tajai – April 21st
Opio April 22nd
Phesto – April – 29th
This is also the 20th 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
