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Another Classic

And note the socially conscious lyrics–typical of those to be found on the State of Euphoria album. See especially “Who Cares Wins.” Something soooo New York about Anthrax, I mean more than Scott Ian‘s guitar. And for the time capsule, these guys were saying “Not” before 14 yr-old nineties kids wore it out.

August 31, 2007 at 4:04 am Leave a comment

Nice Dreams

I thought I was done posting, but drinking will do funny things to a person. I’m delighted to reintroduce Powermad to the world. They were of their moment, and in that moment managed to capture an awfully catchy lick (See “Nice Dreams” below). What I really miss is Dr. Dave Death introducing the song…

August 31, 2007 at 3:39 am Leave a comment

Hibernation

Dear all:

This blog is going to sleep, is in fact asleep as you’re reading this. I’ve decided to focus all writing on the dissertation and so will not be posting new material for the foreseeable future.

Thanks for reading, and for your regular comments. This does not of course mean that I won’t be visiting and occasionally commenting at the usual blogs I’ve had the pleasure of identifying as my community.

Love to you all, may the world be better when I return.

Peace,

S. Cabbage

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August 22, 2007 at 4:23 pm 2 comments

Jon Stewart on crossfire

August 20, 2007 at 6:35 am Leave a comment

Immortal Technique, Mos Def, and Eminem

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August 20, 2007 at 1:09 am Leave a comment

capital

August 19, 2007 at 2:46 pm Leave a comment

Malcolm X

 This week Raccoon and I watched Spike Lee‘s Malcolm X. Raccoon’s post is here.

A bravura performance all around. I left Malcolm X with some admixture of awe, and sadness. I’ve not seen a film that as admirably manages to capture some of the force of a remarkable life. To know him is to lose him. And that palpable sense of loss is difficult to discuss as though I were writing about a film, and not about a comrade.

At the conclusion of the film there is a transition from Denzel Washington and Malcolm X’s narrative, to straight documentary and a classroom of school children in New York, each of whom say “I’m Malcolm X.” I find the classroom a perfect place for the children to identify in this way. Part of Malcolm X’s work is (present tense) teaching the power of education–of reading, and being able to see through specious arguments meant to limit and control one’s ability resist, and to love. They’re synonyms really.

It’s love as resistance that conjoins Malcolm X and Martin Luther King, and is perhaps why Spike Lee groups them together in various ways in both Do the Right Thing and Malcolm X. We’re lucky to have a director as smart as Spike Lee to keep visible their enduring gifts.

August 18, 2007 at 3:06 pm Leave a comment

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