String Theory

In an earlier post this month, I mentioned my frustration when attempting to send a postcard back home to Canada.

I must have deleted the picture of the postcard, but I found the words I typed before writing them on the postcard by hand.

Here they are:

Strings attached.

My Dearest _ovial _lluring _electable _xception*,

There’s a relatively new “theory of everything” in physics called string theory which takes on the lofty challenge of describing the fundamental forces and matter found in our universe and unifying them in one complete, mathematically sound system.

The theory has yet to be proven, but if true, it would mean that there are an infinite number of unending, invisible, yet incredibly powerful threads connecting everything and everyone, everywhere. Even the strings on the face of this postcard, cut in some places, are not cut off from those around it, from the camera which captured their image, or from the photographer who pointed and clicked. All are one. All are connected.

I have ran my fingers over the entirety of this postcard. Thus weaving the strings which run through me, through this card. When it reaches you and you take it in your hand, you will instantly intertwine your strings with my strings, and in a matter of speaking fold time and space so that our hands touch, even if only on a dimensional plane not entirely perceivable by the ordinary human.

But of course, you are far from ordinary*, and I like to think that our bond was forged with some pretty strong thread.

Pull on a string. Can you feel it. We’re attached.

❤ Ty

can you feel it?

Runaway, why don’t you?

So moments after Kanye’s short film Runaway hit the internets, people started chiming in with their opinions.

Bruce Willis 80s action movie Kanye fans wasted no time in touting the flick a masterpiece. While the Biggie Smalls Life After Death Disc Two Track 6’s immediately hit the artist with labels the likes of Fag-o-tron and phoney-try-hard.

Masterpiece or not, musical genius or not, brilliant artist or not, Kanye and his work continues to make noise because he has the guts to do what so many other artists don’t out of fear of criticism backlash; be himself.

Here is my scene by scene breakdown of what I interpreted from Runaway. Of course, like all great art pieces, it should touch different people in different ways. I think you (yes you) understood it too.

Yalla Bina!

  • Scene One:

Tom Cruise in a big budget action movie worthy all out sprint in the beginning is intense.

Nikki Minaj narrates, “gather round children, zip it listen”.

Dark Fantasy Plays, produced my RZA, this beat is haaaarrrrrd!

Kanye drives alone is his Lambo (Mirtzialago) raps about being fly “Can we get much higher?” “Don’t make me pull the toys out!”

He’s stunting here, enjoying his Power and Fame, but at the same time he is alone, driving fast, almost dangerously so, through a winding lush country side road. We see a family of deer, and we can’t help but think for a moment that he’s about to hit one. He’s alone, there’s a family, living at peace in nature beside him. He has so much Power, but he doesn’t have what they have.

Maybe he’s wishing for this one last piece of the puzzle to be added to his life. His Power pulls what he wants most right into his path, in a flaming ball of hot fire. Or in the form of the hottest possible girl a brother could want.

She’s just laying there, all for him, he asked for it, so he takes her. Doh! A deer, a female deer, stands in the background, watching, almost skeptically, as if to say “you’re going to mess this up to” or “you shouldn’t be going after that flashy shit Ye, you need something simple, more natural, like me”. No Beasto!

  • Scene Two:

Phoenix wakes on Yeezy’s couch in his pad. News reports on TV that fires are raging across the forest, caused by just how hot this lady is. In other words, a bad b!tch just stepped on the scene, and she’s drawing all kinds of attention. Tabloids.

“First rule in this world baby, don’t pay attention to anything you see in the news” Kanye says to her and it’s here we learn that this girl is new to Earth and it’s ways. She needs to be instructed. My reading, Yeezy bagged a bad b!tch, but she needs training, she doesn’t know how to act in certain situations, not just “proper etiquette, how to hold your knife”, but maybe she is too hood, or too bougy (“ghetto university”), either way she is on one level of extremism and can’t handle all situations. She is a fish out of water, but she loves this new world, she is fully basking in its beauty.

Then she finds the beauty in her captor’s art and Stockholm syndrome sets in. We see Ebanks fully naked body here. My reading, that’s one helluva a body! lol but no, seriously, Kanye shows her what he’s all about here and she loves it (Power plays in the background), and he loves that she loves it! So much so that…

  • Scene Three:

…a child incarnation of him runs through a field and pops the smoke; a sign that usually a bomb should be dropped on the spot where the smoke is. A good bomb maybe, at first, as we see when the next track plays.

All of the lights blasts! Fireworks go off. The whole brass section is out and marching. Yeezy and his girl are so happy that it brings out that feel good Michael Jackson type vibe.

Explosion from the intial crash is shown again. A bomb dropped on Yeezy’s existence. It looks beautiful right, but wait, it’s a bomb, it destroys. I mean, this really doesn’t need that much breakdown, but if you read this, you’ll see that it’s all quite obvious, even though its masked in sometime absurb visual metaphors. The girl is a blessing, but a curse. “never make a pretty woman your wife” as the calypso song goes.

  • Scene Four:

Meet the crew. Yeezy watches as his new flame toys with a tea cup. More out of her element that Julia Roberts before she got schooled my Richard Gere. This isn’t literal, Yeezy is telling her what to expect from his family and friends. “They will judge you. I know you’re a bird, and you gotta spread your wings, but chill, just this once, please!”

At the table, Ye debuts his new girl, and is met with cold stares, secret whispers, and judges all around. Yeezy wants her to be herself, so he doesn’t ask her to hide her wings. The attention she draws though, is a little too much.

All black dinner party, dressed in white, served by an all-caucasian staff. Why are they all white? Come on, we’re descendants of slaves. We’re not gonna whip and torture and not pay our staff, but we’d like to be served now. And we’d like to humble your cracker ass while you serve us.

“You’re girlfriend is really beautiful”

“Thank you.”

“Did you know she’s a bird.”

“No,” Kanye replies sarcastically, “I didn’t notice that.”

“I mean like. Date the monkey in the zoo?”

Furious, Ye retreats to his music. He’s happy to have this girl. He connects with her. But his fam and friends won’t let him have that. They’d rather criticize what they see on the surface just like the tabloids would. “So I think it’s time to have a toast!” F you! I can’t be happy! Ok fine, here’s to you! Baby, get outta here, runaway from me, ain’t nothing but pain here.

You think he’s calling himself a douche, and maybe on some level he’s admitting that he’s a egomaniac at times, but while you toast him, his toasting you right back, making himself a mirror, showing you your intolerance and hypocrisy.

Powerful female figures, dancing rhythmically. I think he’s reminiscing over the many great women he’s had in his life, none of them perfect, but all with their perfections. Maybe his fam and friends like some of his old girlfriends better. But he’s moved past them, they are just images dancing in his memory now.

Maybe he feels regret here. Maybe one or more the past gfs would really have made great wives. As we see in his selected solo ballerinas, showcasing their special moves. “But I always find something wrong.” Like she eats her peas one a time time type shit.

The bird served for dinner. I read this as Ye’s date saying “wow, really, we’re gonna put all the attention on me? Eat me up, shit me out? Just because I’m being myself and you’re not? F YOU ALL!”  she coos and caws.

Ye holds his head and she cries, like “yeah, i told you to tone it down, just this once!” We see the bomb again, the firery mass that brought this bad b!tch into his life. It loses some of its beauty now, and looks more like a piece of hell now.

  • Scene Five:

Back in the backyard. “Whose fault?” Things are far simpler here. It’s just Ye, his girl, and their pet…sheep. lol. We can read into that if we like. Sheep are usually seen as followers, the bird-girl is always shown with the sheep, like she is part of that flock. Yes there is only one sheep. So maybe Ye thought that she was unique, but now his is doubting that idea, and seeing her as just another follower. She’s the white sheep, a follower. Ye, dressed Black, is the black sheep, inside the house, but out of the cage that is that backyard boxed wilderness.

Entropy has a hold of their bond now. “Blame Game” plays.

White fluffy clouds. Expanding a lot like the bomb that dropped but a lot easier on the eyes. Duality themes of love.

“Statues are phoenix turned to stone!…I have to burn! Or I’ll turn to stone.”

“No, I’ll never let you burn!”

I have to leave your world, or I’ll just be another thing for these people to stare at. I want to be flashy and fly, but on my own terms.

I won’t let you go.

I won’t be something for you to stare at either.

“Who will survive in America?”

I don’t know….

4/5 Black Ties

Stay classy world.

The Truth about Obama’s Presidency, in song.

Class, Class, Class.

Ty

Wayfaring Blues

Words are falling down like endless rain into a paper cup…

Black Ty

Misunderstood

“I’m just a soul, who’s intentions are good. Oh lord, please don’t let me be misunderstood.”

Sometimes I feel like I’m a mouse running through the labyrinth of a controlled experiment. It seems that sometimes I am tested, buttons pressed etc., just so my reaction can be perceived and then in turn, I can be judged.

Which I suppose is how people really get to know who you are. You can preach peace all you want. You can tweet positivity all day long. But the true test of a man is not what he writes down about hypothetical trials. The true test of a man is how he reACTs when in tested beyond his normal limits.

I have learned things about myself that I didn’t fully believe were true and learned these things after being forced to reACT in a difficult situation. I have learned that I am not perfect. I have also learned that I not only hold righteous ideals, but I am also not afraid to act to uphold my code; especially in defense of the weak and outcasts of society.

My point? I pop a lot of shit. I’m not great at expressing my true feelings so I jest and joke and kid most of the time. But don’t take me for a fool simply because I play at one (or wrote like one). And don’t attempt to have me caged up and monitored while you take notes from the behind the glass in the lab.

I know you want me to slip up but I won’t give you the satisfaction. For the force is my ally.

Ty

Go Giza

More random posts. More frequent updates. I promise.

So I’m getting more comfortable with my life here in Cairo. The sun is a cruel adopted red-headed son out here and I’m constantly wiping my brow with my hankerchiefs.

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I went to Great Pyramids last weekend, but didn’t really enjoy the trip spiritually. This was due to excessive partying the night before with other foreigners at an expat dinner party. I’m here for a year, so I’ll definitely go back soon and meditate on top of the Sphinx etc.

I’m writing songs, drawing comics, and jogging in the mornings to keep busy and fit when I’m not working.

Speaking of work, I’d better get to it.

Keepin’ it classy,

Black Ty

Wow that actually worked!

Greetings from the far East!

I’m out here in that coke white, that China, China. Thought I’d see if this new proxy I’m using would let me get onto wordpress. And it does. I already wrote this “wow it actually worked post” and it got lost because, well as it turns out the proxy won’t work all the time. I hate that, because I really killed that lost post. And this time around you’re only gonna get a half-assed rehash cuz i’m not planning on sitting here all damn day trying to write to all of you (crickets).

So here it is: Update…

1. Still writing (3 Books in the works, 1 TV show w/several scripts, raps rhymes and random thoughts)
2. Still balling
3. Taking Kung Fu classes (Wing Chun to be precise) see Ip Man and Ip Man 2 for details on the exact style

4. I speak a little Chinese, but it is a very difficult language and I only know enough to survive at this point
5. I miss you all and will be back for a while in July
6. Looking for a job in the UAE next
7. Peace and Prosperity

8. Stay Classy Internet,

(year of the) Black Tyger

The Last Waltz

For lovers of good music.
bob dylan

I know I wasn’t born yet. I know I’m not white. Heck, I call myself BLACK Ty for Mohammed’s sake; I’m aware of what is what. And what this right here is, is good music.

Find the movie. Find the music. I have no links for you this time. If you want it, you’ll find it.

The Last Waltz was a concert by the Canadian rock group, The Band, held on American Thanksgiving Day, November 25, 1976, at Winterland Ballroom in San Francisco. The Last Waltz was advertised as the end of The Band’s illustrious touring career,[1] and the concert saw The Band joined by more than a dozen special guests, including Paul Butterfield, Eric Clapton, Neil Diamond, Bob Dylan, Emmylou Harris, Ronnie Hawkins, Dr. John, Joni Mitchell, Van Morrison, Ringo Starr, Muddy Waters, Ronnie Wood and Neil Young.
The event was filmed by director Martin Scorsese and made into a documentary of the same name, released in 1978. The film features concert performances, scenes shot on a studio soundstage and interviews by Scorsese with members of The Band.
the last waltz

Rakim Allah – Holy Are You(New Single)

The LONG awaited first single off Ra’s LONG overdue LP, The Seventh Seal.

Holy Are You Download Link.
Alternative Link.

The album is being released on Rakim’s Ra Records label in a joint venture with Tuscan Villa Entertainment, headed by industry veterans Ron Kyle and Lennie Petze. In turn, Tuscan Villa is entered in a joint venture pact with SMC Recordings whose principals are Ralph Tashjian and Will Bronson. Handling distribution for Rakim’s album is Fontana/Universal Music Group. The rapper is managed by Matthew Kemp.

The rapper signed with Dr. Dre’s Aftermath label in 2001. Featured on the 2002 top 10 R&B single “Addictive” by Aftermath labelmate Truth Hurts, Rakim later parted ways with Dre and Aftermath and his album was never released. Rakim – best known as one-half of the rap duo Eric B. & Rakim – has not released a new studio album save for 2008’s mostly live set, “The Archive: Live, Lost & Found,” which included four previously unreleased songs.

The rapper tells us the new album is fueled by consciousness and spirituality, something maybe Dr. Dre wasn’t fully about musically.

Stay Classy,

Peace to the Gods and Earths,

Black Ty

Art of Fresh

Art of Fresh is on a mission to bring butterfat boom-bap to the funk nation.

The duo is comprised of Guinness World Record setting rapper D.O., and Juno award winning producer Slakah is the Beatchild. Both artists bring their vocal talents to the group, while Slakah the Beatchild also focuses on providing the beats and production elements.

In 2008, the duo completed a 25-date national tour opening up for Sweatshop Union to mark the release of their debut album Back to the Earth (Northstarr / Nova Music Group / Universal). The album earned a 4 star review in Eye Weekly, charted as high as #2 on the national college charts, and the group made URB’s Next 1000 list. They also performed on MTV Live and had Myspace and Youtube features.

In addition to being a group, Slakah the Beatchild and D.O. are
also solo artists.

An accomplished emcee, D.O. he set a Guinness World Record by freestyle rapping over 8 hours and 45 minutes. In 2007, he released his debut album The Northstarr featuring the hits “Young Brother” and “Defy the Odds.”

Peep his new video:

Slakah the Beatchild is a Juno award-winning producer contributing to Divine Brown’s 2008 “Love Chronicles.” He’s been featured as producer on Juno nominated recordings from Shad and Ebrahim. Signed to BBE (Wil.i.am , DJ Jazzy Jeff), his debut album Soul Movement has been met with critical acclaim worldwide.

Peep one of his videos from that critically acclaimed album:

These two prove that Canadian talent is and can be very genuine. Keep up the good work guys. Their new album, entitled “Back to Earth” features appearances by King Reign, Tona, and JD Era.

Here’s a sample of that very song for you.

Art of Fresh – Get Money feat. Tona and JD Era

As a whole the album sounds kinda like lounge music to me; and I love to lounge. You could easily put this album on when you’re at a summer backyard BBQ, or just having friends over your loft apartment for apps and drinks recommended by Bella (ICU!).

lmao @ the NYC INTERLUDE

For more on Art of Fresh and a list of their tour dates: www.myspace.com/artoffresh