As Above [cuts by Delight] - Cor Stidak x Keor Meteor

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.
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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.

Monday, February 21, 2011

A Just Jihad

     I'm a heathen.  Sorry.  Mama ain't raise me like that.  She was raised Baptist.  Dad and them were A.M.E.  What's the difference?  Lord knows....but does "He" give a shit?  Somewhere along the line Mom got the inkling that she wanted us to be Lutheran (?).  So, far be it from 10 year old me to object.  I still really don't know what the big deal and differences are.  I mean i know there are subtle, and some not so, philosophical differences in application and..er..pfft..blah, blah.  Is it just me (yea, probably) or is there a subconscious "demon" vibe in the word "denomination?"  I kid (sort of..).  It just seems to further the whole Tower of Babel (babble) metaphor.  There is a old Persian story of how the creator contained the knowledge and secrets of the universe in a mirror and one day broke the mirror into thousands of pieces and disseminated the pieces to all the "religions" so that they would all have a piece of the "ALL."  Everything is connected.
   Now the reason I said I was a heathen is not because I worship the devil.  But because I have released myself of the manacles of dogma.  What a freeing feeling.  In full disclosure, I must say that I do not necessarily consider myself an atheist.  My journey has allowed me to study and be immersed in everything from Christianity to Rastafari, Islam (5%, Black, and Sunni), Taoism (though not officially a religion),  Ma'at (again, not a religion per se, but a code of  behavior).  However, I don't claim any of them and thus none can claim me so it allows me to engage and interact to an extent within all of these ways of thought.  I look into the small piece of broken mirror and see the whole.  Some people are adamant that only the small piece of broken mirror they allow themselves to look into is the only truth so therefore any other piece must be counterfeit, wrong or ...e-vil.  I'm cool with that.  Just read the "No Soliciting" sign on my door before you think of ringing the bell.  No offense.
     With that said, last Sunday my mom asked me to come to her church for some special family service or something.  I went and actually enjoyed the service.  The pastor was speaking on some things like the fallacy of the notion of a "just war" and the hubris of the 'foreign policy'.  I was looking around and as a few of the old grey haired noggins wobbily nodded in seeming agreement, I was thinking to myself, "Are you fuckers getting this?"  I won't say too much, but suffice it to say that most of the people in the pews loved them some "W", and buy into the just war thing.

    What then would I consider just war?  Wage jihad on yourself.  Drop some cluster bombs on that aspect of your personality that makes you indifferent or callous.  There are some evil insurgents planning attacks and suicide bombs in your mind and heart everyday.  Greed, hate, indifference, ignorance, laziness, dishonesty, group-think, lack of creativity, and lack of self love are fucking shit up daily.  Are you guarding against those forces?    Because I may be wrong but shouldn't the goal of any good "religion" be to lead and abet one in the mastery of one's self and the recognition of the connection to all things?  If there is a creator who created all things then did it not create both good and evil?  Rhetorical question of course.  Though I'm sure there are as many answers as shards of glass from a broken mirror.  By the way, do you know what you see in the mirror's reflection?  Know yourself.


cor
and on that note please enjoy this very fine musical selection.  "Crown Chakra" - Cor Stidak/Keor Meteor.
http://soundcloud.com/cor-3/crown-chakra-prod-by-keor

Monday, January 24, 2011

Jupiter Jazz and Vintage Vinyl Mind Melters

So, my journey with jazz has been a long on and off type relationship.  I'll just man up and say it's my fault.  I could blame it on a number of things..ignorance, impatience, immaturity..blah, blah.  But if i could be even more self centered for a second, I'm not traveling on jazz's journey.  It's traveling on  mine.  I have this image of my grandfather sitting on the porch after the sun had set and everybody had finished eating this obscenely delicious meal prepared by hands that knew what to do with what they had.  And after the kitchen had been emptied of kids and aunts, and the dishes, the same ones my Mama ate off when she grew up there, were all cleaned and put away, we kids would be outside in the dark yard catching fireflies and runnin' off some of them carbs and Grandad would be on that porch with his ubiquitous pipe and heady, flavorful smoke listening to jazz.  That was a cool dude and I didn't really know how cool until reflection and hindsight.

Growing up in New York, I remember Mom and Pops collection consisted of soul, disco and R&B but was still pretty varied.  They had all the stuff that people play at parties and cookouts to this day to rock the house.  Everything from Temps, Marvin Gaye and Stevie and alot of Motown in general to the Spinners, Earth Wind and Fire, et. al.  The only jazz i really remember was more contemporary type jazz like Quincy Jones, Chuck Mangione, Herb Alpert, Grover Washington, etc.  It wasn't until i was experimenting with sampling that I really first started "seeing" what the jazz was offering.  This was when my friends and i would start "collecting" vinyl from various sources.  Which, by the way, seemed easier back then because by that time numerous technologies had come, and gone in some cases, since vinyl, like 8-track, cassette and just before cd's were popular.  Many people viewed their vinyl collections as bulky and cumbersome and collectors of dust.  Now they're considered "vintage" and you can see $50 price tags or better on some stuff.  Shit, not the kid.  I won't pay more than 10 bucks for it.  Just a rule.

Anyway, back in those mad scientist, crate diggin', sample-chopping halcyon all-nighters, many times we didn't listen to the whole album or song.  When i say "we" i mean my production crew "The Black Hippies" which was me, Serious, Mr. Beats, Aloe, and Maestro, although everyone has since gone their own ways and surely developed their own thing.  But for me i rarely listened to the whole joint.  I know, a travesty, right?  It wasn't until i matured more musically that i began to "see" the music and the musicianship.  What MC's call freestyling, which is improvised and impromptu rhyme, was already being done by jazz cats..with instruments. This was CREATION!!  In my mind it's a microcosm of creation in the highest order. A simple melody (atom, molecule, quark, gobbledy-gook..) and the cosmic spark to imagine it being something else.  Something unique and beautiful and....a "uniquely American" institution, as i recently heard it described.  Ok.

Today my collection is...eh, i got a few.  Not as many as some folks' that I've seen.  I have been enriched by recordings from Milt Jackson, Modern Jazz Quartet (MJQ), Jazz Brothers, Art Blakey, Herbie Hancock, Chick Corea, Miles, Weather Report, Lee Morgan...pfft, i could go on.  I can only endeavor to create good music and in full expression of my self be myself.  There is so much plastic passed off as popular music because people are lazy.  Folks don't do enough "crate-diggin'" anymore.  There is some really good gems of hip hop out there that i call Jupiter Jazz and i know that many of the jazz folk are set as to what is jazz and what isn't and i respect that but in my world good music is good music and let everyone else worry about what to label it or what box to fit it in comfortably or not so.

Tuesday, January 4, 2011

Thanks for coming. While you're here...

Born day and inauguration all wrapped up in one for this lil slice o' reality in the robes of a blog.  But let's face it, all this is supposed to be IS a slice of reality...relatively speaking.  I could go on but let's just get this thing rolling.  Here i will document life, thoughts and ideas, and stories that resonate with me.  I hope to grow and shed light not necessarily to an audience (who, in essence, would be an extension of my own thoughts anyway..sheesh), but to and for myself as well and mainly.

Anyone who knows a particular facet of me, knows that i have a lifelong love of music and art.  Well, since i'm still living and alive i still have those loves.  I have had the pleasure of knowing and being inspired personally by some beautiful and amazing people.  Not only by their talents but also by their artistry in the way they make a path for themselves and turn turn thoughts not just into daydreams but into concrete realities.  Is that not a microcosm or analogous toThe Creation (if one should believe in such a thing) or conception or a big bang, or something?   (I'm not high, i swear!!)

Moving right along...the STIDAK project is my music meditation.  I'll get into the name Stidak in another post.  If you're reading this, there's a good chance it's because of Stidak.  I have been quite private and insular with my craft for the past 7 years.  Not because of any ego(i don't think..) or lack of opportunity, but because i tend to operate in cycles and also because i just became uninspired and felt like everything around me was manufactured and processed for forgettable fast food  "fulfillment"(?) and folly.  I don't think i was that wrong.  I don't think i'd go so far as to say "HIP HOP IS DEAD",  though i appreciate the brother's intent.  People keep accepting mediocrity and bullshit and while art is universal, and expression is beautiful, and everyone should be able to express themselves, not everyone expresses artfully.  My blog..my opinion, though, huh?  I'm know what i do will not resonate with everyone.  But peace, just the same.  The album title is "13 Treatises of a PENdulum Slave."  I will make songs available for download in the coming days and weeks on a few different sites.  Links to come.  I worked with a friend or two and got a couple beats from some cats in Pittsburg and a link up from Switzerland by way of SF..haha.  But the rest is SEE CYPH production.  Much more to come.

"..subliminal punishment through media coverage,
24 hour access to your puzzle grid,
the grand wizard, vampiric man-lizard
stand rigid and examine my kilogram lyrics.."
-  COR STIDAK,  "wind of change"