Showing posts with label music. Show all posts
Showing posts with label music. Show all posts

Wednesday, May 13, 2009

Brother Ali

Below is a review I wrote for the latest Brother Ali release. A bonus DVD of Ali's Undisputed Truth Tour homecoming performance, interviews, commentary and music videos is also included.

xo.



The Truth is Here – Brother Ali, Rhymesayers Entertainment 2009

Born with a rare genetic condition known as Albinism Ali’s body lacks the pigment that gives skin, hair and eyes their color. An outcast from day one, Brother Ali grew up inside himself, constrained by the seemingly unbreakable walls of social acceptance that stood surrounding him at birth. Ali’s intriguing life as an albino has been the subject of unfailing autofocus within the media. With the arrival of his latest offering, The Truth is Here, we must begin to look beyond the uniform of the soldier to understand the heart and mind of the man. Brother Ali’s rhymes of personal hardship serve as a sonic catalyst for change from within; indeed these are songs for anyone that has dreamt of a mirror less world, hid his eyes with sunglasses or grown a beard to hide his face.

Intelligently structured, The Truth is Here crackles forth with the cinematic arc of brilliant sequel. On the opening track “Real As Can Be,” listeners break bread with Brother Ali as he brings us up to speed on the last year of his life. The conversational tone of this first song welcomes us with the sincerity of dear friend back from a long trip. The effective subtlety of this first act can be directly attributed to the landscape beneath the lyrics. The contribution of longtime Rhymesayers producer Anthony “Ant” Davis cannot be overstated. Ant’s ingenuity for beat-making, sampling and musicianship are akin to that of a psychological gardener. These are not factory beats made in Los Angeles cubicles. These are beats are organic and rich; made by someone that knows the story chapter and verse. Ant’s purposeful and informed backdrops are the soil from which Brother Ali’s rhymes naturally sprout.

On Truth’s ominous second track “Philistine David” Ali relates his personal isolation and indignation with the continuing struggles within the Holy Land. An early convert to Islam, Brother Ali’s dedication to the Qur’an is the backbone of his message. In another artist’s hands these songs might collapse beneath the weight of religious overtones. While references are abundant throughout, Brother Ali walks the religious line with the nimble skill of an educator, offering the source of his inspiration, but leaving the revelation in the hands of the listener.

Each track of The Truth is Here builds toward a triumphant climax. “Good Lord,” a musical high point of the album, gets to Ali’s central premise. When he defiantly asks “How ya gonna hate me for bein’ what God made me?” we feel the years of sadness and disenchantment overcome. At some point in our lives we all feel like we have no one. When it’s dark and things can’t be fixed Brother Ali reminds us “sometimes the hardest thing to be in this world is just yourself.” Brother Ali puts the listener in his shoes just to show we all wear the same size.

Ant’s Bill Withers sample at the head of “Baby Don’t Go” elegantly sets the stage for a playfully poignant reaction to the challenges of being single in your thirties. A follow-up of sorts to “Walking Away” (from 2007’s The Undisputed Truth), Ali uses humor, confidence and soul to positively affect the business end of loneliness. The vantage point of this song shows us that through healthy eyes even that which is furthest from our reach is still attainable. After all, who wouldn’t want to “sit on a wish and let [their] feet dangle?”

Before they were famous Brother Ali and Anthony Davis were fans of music. In even it’s most boastful moments The Truth is Here remains grounded by the pioneers of hip-hop, r&b and funk. Brother Ali’s sharpest corners are softened by Ant’s throw-backy, bass-laden backdrops. “Talkin’ My Shit” and “The Believer (featuring Slug)” are funky takes on classic bravado and comradery.

The very tallest peak of The Truth is Here waits patiently at the tail end of the disc. Those familiar with Atmosphere’s most recent LP When Life Gives You Lemons, You Paint That Shit Gold will notice a common tonal quality between introductory composition “Like the Rest of Us” and Ali’s final track “Begin Here.” Ant’s delicate keys, an understated beat and clap-track create a warm intimacy between Ali and the listener. Often seen bringing the young Faheem on stage for guest rhymes; Ali’s son is the namesake of his message. Translated from the Arabic, Faheem means “one that will understand with ease.” Ali’s mission is to strengthen others with the clarity of mind achieved through hardship and struggle. Brimming with emotion, confidence and sincerity, The Truth is Here see’s Brother Ali and Anthony Davis standing before the open elevator doors of their future.





Monday, April 6, 2009

lend me your ear. (an introduction)


i don't know what the hell is wrong with me these days. i thought i had it all figured out. i thought everything would be ok. goddamned better than ok. after 33 years i'm now beginning to realize that nothing is ever truly figured out. i guess i figured that out a little late. go figure.

some smart dude once said that "the only constant is change." i've gone through some changes lately that have landed me in some seriously sketchball territory. i'm no regret stricken post-op tranny or anything; i just feel pretty lost. i made some wrong turns and just sort of forgot who i was and what makes me happy. my brains got broken.

the crap to appear on these pages will be an attempt to acknowledge and chronicle the things in life that have always made me happy. made me who i am. the things in life that flip the middle finger at what that smart dude said about change.

i don't even really remember much before the age 12. that was the year i got my first skateboard. suddenly my four friends and i had something that no one else could even fathom. unbreakable solidarity. unending creativity and x-ray vision. it's like that minutemen song: skateboarding changed our lives. that grey future primitive gave me a reason to live. a way to get through 5th period. a way to endure small town high-school life. a way to get by with one parent instead of two. friends and memories that last a life time. even when lifetimes don't last as long as they should. skateboarding will get you through that too. i'm here today because of the skateboard. plain and simple. i love the way a skateboard feels under my feet. i wear vans. they are turning my feet into flippers but guess what,

i don't care because i want to feel my board.
it's under there: i'm ok.



if you don't like skateboarding, i feel bad for you. please look away.

skateboarding is what first got me searching around in life's cracks and crevices. looking for new, different things. something more. when you're a skateboarder you've got a vision that looks past what's right there in front of you. you wash right over generations of football, SAT scores, proms and the grateful goddamn dead. fuck the sediment, you're in the rapids now son.

soon after i got with the push-push i found the punk rock.

my dad used to take me to a nearby college town to skateboard. when he was in night school i would try to wallride. at least that's how i remember it. regardless of how it happened this string of events: the future primitive (w/boneite), x-ray vision, the dad in night school - it all led to me getting that first cassette tape. the first punk tape i ever owned was bad religion's "how could hell be any worse?"

I still remember handing it to my dad and watching him look over the
cover and scan the song titles.


fucking post apocalypse, inferno red cassette and songs like "we're only gonna die" and "fuck armageddon...this is hell." i had never heard them but this was the tape i somehow got my dad to fork over 9$ for. the underproduced raw attitude and intelligence of that tape forever jacked my mind on music. before that day my ears knew only of john cougar and huey lewis: the musical equivalent of cigarette-smoking-gym teachers and two kids at 20.

i'll always love my dad for buying me punk rock tapes.

that 9$ has bought me 33 years and counting.


music is the best and worst parts of life purified. black-tar-life-concentrate. these pages will make every attempt to get you to listen to the music that makes my head spin. i will force it on you with words, photographs, and context.

you will succumb.