Tuesday, July 5, 2011
Monday, July 4, 2011
Divine Paradox and the Order of Operation
It feels good and weird at the same time to have completed the album and set it free. All the late nights, the stretches of writer's block, the emails across states and continents, the love and effort that went into this project only to find out that apparently I'm doing it all wrong. All this time i thought that if I focused my imagination and and honed my craft that I could create something beautiful and true and maybe....oh no!!
"SURRENDER DOROTHY"!!!
Please..My old partner Mike Peace and I, along with our DJ Maestro(Barry), had the golden opportunity to have a sit down with Leon Sylvers at Teddy Riley's old studio when he lived in VB back in the early 90s. He basically schooled us on some realities of the music business for 4 hours. And another influential brother was Skitch Lovett, may his soul be blessed. The information and advice I got from them made it quite clear for me that while my intention and desire is to be an artist, musician, and writer, as soon as I think I want to fuck with these sharks in the industry I had better come right and be about business. I'm too fucking old to have somebody try to control my image to fit in a small box. Matter of fact, I'm really not just rapping when I write about Jaded Visions!!
You don't believe me? Check this out: how much does it cost to make a hit song!
That's exactly why the underground is so vibrant. Pop music is code for manufactured musical fast food. It's diseased, palsied, mindless and is fed to us with salty pork rinds and high fructose corn syrup at breakfast with a recommended daily allowance that far exceeds levels of sane sanity. It's fake titties. And it's all after the dollar which I'm not knocking one's pursuit of, but at what cost?
Meh..I'm just gonna keep on keepin' on all wrong and bull-headed I guess. I just finished writing two songs, one called "Midnight Blue" for Tokyo producer Pepil Pew, to be featured on his project, and another called "Mindbender" which will be a collab with BeatMachine Aron from Iceland...what?? Shit is gonna be a problem when this comes out. Next I will begin work on tracks with Rendition from Netherlands and the homie Anomeric from Cali. I also just received new heat from two of my faves Keor Meteor and MISHAP. i don't think I have enough fucking rhymes for all the dope cats out there that I would like to work with.
In the pipeline will be an EP with none other than Bobby Blunt. Undoubtedly there will be music from Grand Ear, Vex, Bobby and Stidak. Also in the works is the completion of my beat tape, "Loungin' in the Corners of Catacombs," and another COR STIDAK EP by the end of the year, because you know what's gonna happen at midnight on New Years Eve and i want you all to have a decent catalogue of Stidakizms before the solar flares vaporize most humans and cause the earths poles to shift.
Until then I'll keep being creative and original in my pink walled lab that used to be my daughter's room in my little house on a misunderstood street in good ol' 'Merica. Peace and back to your regularly scheduled program.
"SURRENDER DOROTHY"!!!
Please..My old partner Mike Peace and I, along with our DJ Maestro(Barry), had the golden opportunity to have a sit down with Leon Sylvers at Teddy Riley's old studio when he lived in VB back in the early 90s. He basically schooled us on some realities of the music business for 4 hours. And another influential brother was Skitch Lovett, may his soul be blessed. The information and advice I got from them made it quite clear for me that while my intention and desire is to be an artist, musician, and writer, as soon as I think I want to fuck with these sharks in the industry I had better come right and be about business. I'm too fucking old to have somebody try to control my image to fit in a small box. Matter of fact, I'm really not just rapping when I write about Jaded Visions!!
You don't believe me? Check this out: how much does it cost to make a hit song!
That's exactly why the underground is so vibrant. Pop music is code for manufactured musical fast food. It's diseased, palsied, mindless and is fed to us with salty pork rinds and high fructose corn syrup at breakfast with a recommended daily allowance that far exceeds levels of sane sanity. It's fake titties. And it's all after the dollar which I'm not knocking one's pursuit of, but at what cost?
Meh..I'm just gonna keep on keepin' on all wrong and bull-headed I guess. I just finished writing two songs, one called "Midnight Blue" for Tokyo producer Pepil Pew, to be featured on his project, and another called "Mindbender" which will be a collab with BeatMachine Aron from Iceland...what?? Shit is gonna be a problem when this comes out. Next I will begin work on tracks with Rendition from Netherlands and the homie Anomeric from Cali. I also just received new heat from two of my faves Keor Meteor and MISHAP. i don't think I have enough fucking rhymes for all the dope cats out there that I would like to work with.
In the pipeline will be an EP with none other than Bobby Blunt. Undoubtedly there will be music from Grand Ear, Vex, Bobby and Stidak. Also in the works is the completion of my beat tape, "Loungin' in the Corners of Catacombs," and another COR STIDAK EP by the end of the year, because you know what's gonna happen at midnight on New Years Eve and i want you all to have a decent catalogue of Stidakizms before the solar flares vaporize most humans and cause the earths poles to shift.
Until then I'll keep being creative and original in my pink walled lab that used to be my daughter's room in my little house on a misunderstood street in good ol' 'Merica. Peace and back to your regularly scheduled program.
Midnight Blue
On the corner out the corner of my cornea
colorful lights flash off the spoiler, dark dash cars pass
ladies walking fast get splashed,
"Hold the cab!!"
seen my face, made a mad dash. Dag, she acting like i had a rash,
stashed the hash with the dirty snow, cops harass
fogged glass collabs in the back of the jazz labs where Dizzy blew,
if he knew the rhythym was still in use.
Mystical interludes expressed through physical art
and ripping mics apart
ackowledge the cynical as dreams turn to scenes
to something you're living through,
it's hard to heal from the poison of forbidden fruit.
Visualize wise then open my tired eyes
I'm feeling revitalized, i see what they're trying to find,
even in the night time the sun shine dumb blind
prepare for solar flares emitted from soldier rhymes.
He walks light with a heavy heart
with a light that shines dark when divine sparks mind art
In the midnight blue in mid-flight with a blind view
i still could find you.
Low down, dirty backroom deals where caps peel for real
to reveal trap schematics concealed in black fabric,
said the antidote to wack was Stidak mathmatics
Many doubted the tactics now they're travelling backwards
Capture the moment, own it then bone it
and set it free
or chained in my brain basement torture chamber
stay in my lane but it's lames to the left of me
Lightning and thunder clap
I'm writing another rap to blast back
Rain made the ink from the Sharpie track
black rivers of blood that flood,
"Where the party at?"
I cut a rug, light a bud, sip some cognac
then realize time flies on the back of Tiamat
Deeper than reefer sleep, it's time to keep eyes open
and feel the need to speak wise
but my mind's broken
Boulder holder with a bad shoulder
It's only over when I supernova,
channeling Cold Crush.
He walks light with a heavy heart
with a light that shines dark when divine sparks mind art
In the midnight blue in mid-flight with a blind view
I still could find you.
copyright 2011 Cor Stidak, from "Midnight Blue," the title track from Tokyo producer Pepil Pew's album to be released soon.
colorful lights flash off the spoiler, dark dash cars pass
ladies walking fast get splashed,
"Hold the cab!!"
seen my face, made a mad dash. Dag, she acting like i had a rash,
stashed the hash with the dirty snow, cops harass
fogged glass collabs in the back of the jazz labs where Dizzy blew,
if he knew the rhythym was still in use.
Mystical interludes expressed through physical art
and ripping mics apart
ackowledge the cynical as dreams turn to scenes
to something you're living through,
it's hard to heal from the poison of forbidden fruit.
Visualize wise then open my tired eyes
I'm feeling revitalized, i see what they're trying to find,
even in the night time the sun shine dumb blind
prepare for solar flares emitted from soldier rhymes.
He walks light with a heavy heart
with a light that shines dark when divine sparks mind art
In the midnight blue in mid-flight with a blind view
i still could find you.
Low down, dirty backroom deals where caps peel for real
to reveal trap schematics concealed in black fabric,
said the antidote to wack was Stidak mathmatics
Many doubted the tactics now they're travelling backwards
Capture the moment, own it then bone it
and set it free
or chained in my brain basement torture chamber
stay in my lane but it's lames to the left of me
Lightning and thunder clap
I'm writing another rap to blast back
Rain made the ink from the Sharpie track
black rivers of blood that flood,
"Where the party at?"
I cut a rug, light a bud, sip some cognac
then realize time flies on the back of Tiamat
Deeper than reefer sleep, it's time to keep eyes open
and feel the need to speak wise
but my mind's broken
Boulder holder with a bad shoulder
It's only over when I supernova,
channeling Cold Crush.
He walks light with a heavy heart
with a light that shines dark when divine sparks mind art
In the midnight blue in mid-flight with a blind view
I still could find you.
copyright 2011 Cor Stidak, from "Midnight Blue," the title track from Tokyo producer Pepil Pew's album to be released soon.
Friday, July 1, 2011
Saturday, June 25, 2011
Treatises Of A Pendulum Slave
I finally said, "What the heck.." and put a few songs together in a set. Call it an album, an ep, lp, project..i don't care. It's just music from the heart and soul and the first of many to come in this digital day. Pretty much all of these songs i have been releasing on soundCloud the past few months but they haven't all been available for download. Although I'm sure some enterprising folks have figured a way to capture it if one were to deem it worthy of capturing.
Anyway, the name of this uh..collection is Treatises Of A Pendulum Slave. I know, I know...what the fuck does that mean?? Not to try to sound all deep and edgy (do tell, son..) but for the purposes of this album title the pendulum is a symbol
for time but also a representation of robotic routine and also of things we perceive to be beyond our control. Slave is used because for my personal evolution and mental and spiritual growth the goal is to "master the self." One masters the self by reversing the current common state of the mental "I" submitting to the base whims and desires of the physical being and thus kept on a plane of low vibration and frequency which leads to irrational, delusional thoughts and destructive behaviors. I am no master yet but I'm building on me all the time.
The track listing is as follows:
Intro
Elemental
Born Day (Woke Up Early)
Genuine Article
Crown Chakra
The Bootlicker Lullabye
Legendary Brutality
Oyster And Stout
Jaded Visions
Dunk Smack
Vandal Manuscript
Pendulum Slave
Production by Keor Meteor, Akademik, Mishap, and COR STIDAK. All songs written by C. STIDAK. Release date 7/1/11..will post links in the coming days of course.
Anyway, the name of this uh..collection is Treatises Of A Pendulum Slave. I know, I know...what the fuck does that mean?? Not to try to sound all deep and edgy (do tell, son..) but for the purposes of this album title the pendulum is a symbol
for time but also a representation of robotic routine and also of things we perceive to be beyond our control. Slave is used because for my personal evolution and mental and spiritual growth the goal is to "master the self." One masters the self by reversing the current common state of the mental "I" submitting to the base whims and desires of the physical being and thus kept on a plane of low vibration and frequency which leads to irrational, delusional thoughts and destructive behaviors. I am no master yet but I'm building on me all the time.The track listing is as follows:
Intro
Elemental
Born Day (Woke Up Early)
Genuine Article
Crown Chakra
The Bootlicker Lullabye
Legendary Brutality
Oyster And Stout
Jaded Visions
Dunk Smack
Vandal Manuscript
Pendulum Slave
Production by Keor Meteor, Akademik, Mishap, and COR STIDAK. All songs written by C. STIDAK. Release date 7/1/11..will post links in the coming days of course.
Monday, June 6, 2011
STIDAKIZM
STIDAKIZM: "
Born and raised in NY and VA. Likes 20 year old single malts, sushi, dusty soul and jazz from 1974 and naked motorcycles. Not a thug, murderer, or a martian, pimp or trick, for that matter, and definitely not rich enough or dumb enough to pour money and champagne on ol' girl dropping like..what? Not that there's anyting wrong with that if that's what you like. Do you.
STIDAK is more on a creative vibe. Destroying nonsense and negativity in this sphere and trying to dwell on a plane of higher thought , word, sound and power through imagination, creativity, love and music. Building with beings on similar wavelengths from all over the world in an effort to express artistry and unique mastery of one's crafts and oneself.
'STIDAKizm, black wisdom of the ages, crack riddim, battle hyms from the slaveships..'
"Sunday, April 3, 2011
The Politricks of Bliss
I pretty much hate anything "politics." I usually fluctuate between disgust and indifference in my feelings towards politics, politicians, pundits, and the other bottom dwellers who feed in those waters. I will admit the phenomena (at least it's a phenomena to me..) of the change people make from being kids playing games and throwing rocks at folks for sport to these seemingly one dimensional babbling cardboard cutouts, with their monotone rhetoric that, probably by design, matches their drone attire. There's gotta be something inherently wrong when all these well off and learned people keep closets full of blue and grey suits and blue and red ties. And then we wonder why the "discourse" (stop..and look at that word again and think about how it's being used - 'political dis-course') is so bland and sheepish.
Look, I don't mean to sound like an asshole and just paint with a broad brush for philosophical convenience. I would think that many of these folks had intentions at one time to help others and to make things happen in their communities. However, as an observer and in my opinion, there is a definite "culture" (again..words and their meaning/intention..) of politics. One must dress, speak, act, and yes think in a very one dimensional, cardboard way. From the way they all hold their hand in that half-fist, pointy index finger knuckle thing when they are trying to flaunt their half witted ideas to the no tie, sleeves rolled up speeches when they want to appear manly or blue collar or "one of you." Pfffft...And don't forget the ubiquitous flag lapel and the plastic news anchor hairdo and gravitas. Jaded? You bet.
I was genuinely happy when Barack and Michelle painted the White House. It was about time..nay, overdue, and on top of all the feel good groovyness and sense of "FINALLY!!", the brother is actually cool, highly intelligent and a credit to his family but I never once bought into all the "change" gobbeldy-gook. Sorry if you did. I really don't know if he is really a sincere brother who through determination, will, and the sheer force of his cult of personality and his hope audacity was thrust into this place and position or if he's a patsy. I don't waste time, electricity and brain cells traversing the labyrinth twists and turns (most leading to dead ends..) of the myriad conspiracy theories that inhabit the internets and "conscious" book stores right next to the Zane section...and don't forget your bootleg copy of Pinky's latest dvd on your way out. But if you look close enough at a few of them (the theories, not the dvd's you pervs), they work well at tickling the intrigue fancy.
So the next line should go something like, "This leads me to the question, 'Why are we dropping bombs over Libya?'" But I think I know....I have no fucking idea. Kinda reminds me of the saying, "If God intended for the human body to be opened up He would've included zippers.." Or something to that effect. True enough, but i guess if somehow it was determined that I needed surgery for something I think I would be a little partial to precision instruments. And so the problem is people truly believing that bombs dropped from metal carrion somehow turn to seeds that sprout venture capitalists and "western-style" democracy and white-Jesus freaks in brown countries who in return pawn their sovereignty and natural resources and that wars birth peace. What an exquisite game of chess. Who the fuck is "the West?" What is that. And why is it called the West when the members of this club are not all located in some western place? What does it really mean? Call it what it is. And then we'll all be clear as to the intentions and geo-political interests of these "West" folks.
My, my..I'm so sure that my parents, grandparents, and great grandparents and so on, would have really appreciated some intervention, regime change, sanctions, frozen assets, cluster bombs and precision missles dropped on their behalf when they were fighting nobley sans resources other than righteous will for their basic human dignity and right to live whole and un-fucked with by politics. All the colonialism and culturization and blood of generations have ensured that most important of all, middle America remains insular, heavily armed and utterly terrified of boogiemen and that prince William and Kate continue the fairy tale. Hope no one has anything important to say during the wedding. It's all about the ratings.
Look, I don't mean to sound like an asshole and just paint with a broad brush for philosophical convenience. I would think that many of these folks had intentions at one time to help others and to make things happen in their communities. However, as an observer and in my opinion, there is a definite "culture" (again..words and their meaning/intention..) of politics. One must dress, speak, act, and yes think in a very one dimensional, cardboard way. From the way they all hold their hand in that half-fist, pointy index finger knuckle thing when they are trying to flaunt their half witted ideas to the no tie, sleeves rolled up speeches when they want to appear manly or blue collar or "one of you." Pfffft...And don't forget the ubiquitous flag lapel and the plastic news anchor hairdo and gravitas. Jaded? You bet.
I was genuinely happy when Barack and Michelle painted the White House. It was about time..nay, overdue, and on top of all the feel good groovyness and sense of "FINALLY!!", the brother is actually cool, highly intelligent and a credit to his family but I never once bought into all the "change" gobbeldy-gook. Sorry if you did. I really don't know if he is really a sincere brother who through determination, will, and the sheer force of his cult of personality and his hope audacity was thrust into this place and position or if he's a patsy. I don't waste time, electricity and brain cells traversing the labyrinth twists and turns (most leading to dead ends..) of the myriad conspiracy theories that inhabit the internets and "conscious" book stores right next to the Zane section...and don't forget your bootleg copy of Pinky's latest dvd on your way out. But if you look close enough at a few of them (the theories, not the dvd's you pervs), they work well at tickling the intrigue fancy.
So the next line should go something like, "This leads me to the question, 'Why are we dropping bombs over Libya?'" But I think I know....I have no fucking idea. Kinda reminds me of the saying, "If God intended for the human body to be opened up He would've included zippers.." Or something to that effect. True enough, but i guess if somehow it was determined that I needed surgery for something I think I would be a little partial to precision instruments. And so the problem is people truly believing that bombs dropped from metal carrion somehow turn to seeds that sprout venture capitalists and "western-style" democracy and white-Jesus freaks in brown countries who in return pawn their sovereignty and natural resources and that wars birth peace. What an exquisite game of chess. Who the fuck is "the West?" What is that. And why is it called the West when the members of this club are not all located in some western place? What does it really mean? Call it what it is. And then we'll all be clear as to the intentions and geo-political interests of these "West" folks.
My, my..I'm so sure that my parents, grandparents, and great grandparents and so on, would have really appreciated some intervention, regime change, sanctions, frozen assets, cluster bombs and precision missles dropped on their behalf when they were fighting nobley sans resources other than righteous will for their basic human dignity and right to live whole and un-fucked with by politics. All the colonialism and culturization and blood of generations have ensured that most important of all, middle America remains insular, heavily armed and utterly terrified of boogiemen and that prince William and Kate continue the fairy tale. Hope no one has anything important to say during the wedding. It's all about the ratings.
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