Onehundredtwenty5days is a Blog about the semester abroad I spent at the Milwaukee Insitute of Art and Design in fall 2011. It’s about being at art school in the states, daily observations, the people I met, the road trips I did and the records I digged.
Check also my recent project about the beginning of techno music in Detroit: geektowndetroit.tumblr.com
My portfolio as graphic designer and illustrator: sandraleidecker.tumblr.com
The big three
The 2pac you don’t hear about.
my sometimes problematic but also sometimes on point bby <3
my dude left us some revolutionary truth.
“I Get Around” is talking about the oppressed rising up against the oppressor? Unless I don’t understand English, the lyrics to “I Get Around” sound like the oppressor on his oppressor swag.
I like Tupac as much as the next person, but let’s examine his history as it was and not as we’ve re-imagined it. BOTH/AND, not EITHER/OR. Tupac was both oppressor and oppressed. And I’m not entirely sure he realized that.
Back to get wreck
All respect to those who break their neck to keep their hoes in check
Cause oh they sweat a brother majorly
And I don’t know why, your girl keeps paging me
She tell me that she needs me, cries when she leaves me
And every time she sees me, she squeeze me, lady take it easy!
Hate to sound sleazy, but tease me, I don’t want it if it’s that easy
Ayo bust it, baby got a problem saying bye bye
Just another hazard of a fly guy
You ask why, don’t matter, my pockets got fatter
Now everybody’s looking for the latter
And ain’t no need in being greedy
If you wanna see me dial the beeper number baby when you need me
And I’ll be there in a jiffy
Don’t be picky, just be happy with this quickie
But when you learn, you can’t tie me down
Baby doll, check it out, I get around
What you mean you don’t know? I get around
The Underground just don’t stop for hoes, I get around
Still down with the Underground, I get around
Yeah, ayo Shock, let them hoes know
I’m just sayin’….
Armed NYPD officers and city marshals raided the 5,000-square-foot loft early Thursday and ordered the one artist present to leave.
The collective has rented the loft for more than four years, during which time it transformed the abandoned space into a thriving hip-hop community center, called RDACBX, where media-making workshops, a monthly “Boogie Mics” open mic night and a new “radical library” drew hundreds of youth from the South Bronx and beyond.
this shit is an attack on our culture, our people and our hood. gentrification/white invasion is real and it’s happening everyday.
RDACBX is close to me cuz i organized a Tumblr meetup conference last year at the space, a safe space for people of color to talk about shit that affects us, like this bullshit. I also attended the Boogie Mic open mic night whenever i was in the area, spittin poetry about bullshit like this.
that last pic shows all the leftover stuff from the space. they had a fukin legit hip hop studio in there producin gems for the hip hop and urban community. they held workshops for the youth, a Hip Hop festival in December, and a summer youth employment program. and now it’s gone cuz the murals and content are “too political.” fuck that.
even without a space, RDACBX held their regularly scheduled Boogie Mics outside the building on friday March 1st. you can knock us down but you cant keep us down.
plz stay posted for info. on how to support RDACBX.
see RDACBX’s press release for more info
check out this video where RDACBX speaks out during an emergency press conference and rally decrying the eviction from their studio.
BEST GIF OF ALL TIME!!!!
this is how i feel today.
how i’m going to feel tomorrow.
and the day after.
I don’t find that to be “not a fuck given”, but rather jubilance, love, passion- things that come from giving a fuck.
If a white mans yes is a black maybe
then within the pudding lies the proof
That sometimes on the quest for a dollar
we develop black thoughts about our roots
Where we came from
Where we’ve been
Devising things like pyramid schemes
while condemned by evil men
As we lose our sense of direction
we sit back and begin to ask ourselves questions like
How can I catch my dreams with only ragged dress shoes to chase them?
And why do my people mistake mere presence for true representation?
I know the world is full of problems
and things that can’t be explained like
Why is it called minimum wage
and not the wage at which we can maintain?
To “succeed” in this country
we’re told to play multiple roles
And as if that wasn’t enough
they levy higher taxes on our souls so
Since a white mans yes is a black maybe
in the pudding lies the proof
That in the pursuit to level the playing field
We ourselves tie the noose
Black maybe by Reginald Thomas, II (keepingitintrospective)
Murphy Homes 1999 35mm
#baltimore #greatest city #broken