Yesterday on the radio I had an in-studio session with the Internet—the completely unpretentious yolo-age neo-soul group led by the Lisa Bonet-chill Syd Tha Kyd and the far-out, fat-fingered East Point ex-pat Matt Martianz—who's Purple Naked Ladies and Frank Ocean's kinda not-since-Voodoo-type classic Channel Orange were the superbly kicked-back, wryly-written cream of Odd Future's 2012. To the people who, in 2011, became some of OF's most overzealous fans and haters, this music was hella not the future they imagined for the crew founded by Tyler, the Creator.
I also was visited in the studio by the core of the Sportn' Life Records familia, and in the center was Nissim, the artist formerly known as D.Black (and, once upon a time, Danger). I debuted his new solo song "Ricochet," released just today:
Then there's the SnL supergroup that includes him, Fatal Lucciauno, Spaceman and Larry Hawkins—their name is My Life My Love. I really like this name, not to mention life, and (especially) love—which I saw and felt as in the studio yesterday, and which (as someone told me yesterday) we need right now. They released a strong new Vitamin D-produced song a second ago off of their upcoming self-titled EP, and are performing at Sportn' Life's ten year anniversary party at Barboza on Wednesday, along with the rest of the roster, including Fly Moon Royalty. FMR's dessert-first sweet "Birthday Song" from their May 2012 Dimensions EP is suited to the occasion (and would, for that matter, sound great in a commercial for diamonds—that's a freebie).
Early this morning, I returned from The Internet's show with Kingdom Crumbs at the Crocodile (which I'm still buzzing from) and perused the internet—the closest thing that a whole lot of a whole generation seem to liken to an inalienable right and spiritual force ("Thank you Based God" - Al Gore). Through it, all things flow, right? So somehow I got to "Nissim," a large tune off of Breakthrough, the Gaslamp Killer's first studio album:
The internet also told me a few meanings of "Nissim"—which, oddly enough, kinda reminded me of the internet, or the universe, or what have you, all over again.