Behold! My interview with Immortal technique for The Quietus!
Rapper Immortal Technique Swaps The Mean Streats Of Harlem For Afghanistan
Adam Narkiewicz, August 20th, 2008 18:21
We live in an atmosphere of unprecedented mistrust. Prize winning sportsmen take performance enhancing drugs. Politicians launch wars based on proven fabrication. Your favourite rappers keep getting outed as frauds. Even your mother’s nails are fake. Times like this, we start to lose hope. Times like this, we need a politically aware, righteously angry emcee who walks it like he talks it.
I have written another one of my think pieces for The Quietus, about the increasingly symbiotic relationship between Brands and Bands.
“Adverts always annoyed me,” says former Boo Radley Martin Carr, who until this year ran a strictly no-ads policy with regards to his songs. “I always wanted to create things that were opposite of what an advert was - not that I think they demean the song, I just didn’t wanna be in there with everyone else, trying to sell you something… now I’ve changed my mind, for the same reason. I’m doing it because I need the money. There’s been a huge sea change from when I was 20, there was a definite movement that wasn’t involved with major labels, wasn’t involved with advertising. That was an anathema. Now it’s accepted, nobody cares. I still feel regret about it, but I’ve got more important things to worry about. Having a kid and finding somewhere to live.”
Just because I’ve been dropping science over at Metal Hammer and The Quietus and Playlouder lately, don’t you go thinking I’m new to this writing stuff. No sir! I’ve been doing this since ‘98. I am officially Long in The Game.
With that in mind, I figured I should share some of my old joints with you. Today I’ma hit you off with a chat between me and The RZA, from ‘03. It was originally on PlayLouder, but I found it by accident at WuTangCorp, so there you go.
I just took a break from this beast of a song I’ve been working on for the past week (yes, you heard me) to eat a bowl of noodles and watch this Method Man interview.
People forget about the FACT that Mef is one of the greatest that ever did it (that abortion of a TV show him and Red did for Fox didn’t help), but not me. Anyway, it’s a really interesting interview, but it gets really interesting right at the end, when, after being asked why he doesn’t give a fuck about the presidential election, he starts yelling “46 billion in the first quarter! Five dudes! FIVE DUDES MAN!” And promptly gets cut off.
Which is a fucking point. Why aren’t we - the billions affected by this rape and pillagerey - not running up in their yards and tearing out their cotdang larynxes? I am so baffled right now.
I just got this email off my ole buddy Danny Saber:
adam
i showed alice the clones video and gave him a copy of your record today
he really liked it
thought you would like to know
You get that? ALICE COOPER! How dope is that?!?!?! I have been listening to Alice Cooper since I was a little boy. Booya!
So. Saw The Indelicates last night. They were really really grayte! They played Heroin right at the end, it was brilliant. Heroin’s the one that goes:
“My heroine’s on heroin
not bad heroin
the good heroin
that rock stars take
and heals the ache
of the pain she’s in”
Then it goes fucking Meatloaf megamassive:
“This must be Zion
They promised us Zion!”
Bastards.
There is a very funny interview with Simon Indelicate here.
Sample bit:
What is your opinion of swans?
They’re cunts. Coming over here, taking our jobs.
LOL! Afterwards my little brother’s boss bought us all fucking tons of drinks (cheers!) so today I feel like the inside of that woman from The Gossip’s ass. However! I might have scored me a new rhythm section. “The new Sly and Robbie” they call themselves. They are in a very good band. Guess who they are?
The mother of 50 Cent’s angelic little cherub, AKA male child, has LOST her GREEDY battle to STEAL all of his MONEY ($$$$$$). She just gets A BIT. Relatively.
The woman, one Shaniqua Tomkins recently decided that getting $20,000 a month “child support” was inadequate, so she took him to court demanding $50,000. Prolly cos she heard about that Vitamin water payout. Or that song where he said “have a baby by me baby/ be a millionaire / I write the check before the baby comes/ who the fuck cares?”
The courts said he had to pay her $25,000 while the trial did its thing. Crazy!
Anyway. The greedy broad FAILED to extort 50 C for 50 gs, and a ruling was handed down saying her payments were to be CUT to $6,700 a month! DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMN! She is pissed you know. Things is, that is a lot of money, especially in America, which is practically a third world country these days.
I mean. That’s like, almost as much as a doctor gets.
“My client and I are very happy with the ruling,” said 50’s lawyer, Brett Kimmel, who is going to having a LOT of rappers calling him this week, I bet you 50 gs.
BAD NEWS for you and I!
From my CD pressing people:
“We are looking to ship on Tuesday for a Thursday delivery, there were some printing hold ups but we are now sorted. I hope that this is ok with you.”
Waste! I’m a try hurry them up. Or get a car on Tuesday and go pick them up myself or something.
Hey! Mary Turner, who is featured quite a bit on Thieving, is previewing a couple of her-featuring tracks over on her MySpace. Check them out.
When you’ve done that, watch this highly entertaining interview with my man of the moment, Rick Ross. Weed smokers! Check his tips for evading airport security and them fuckin’ beagles!
I just got this email off my ole buddy Danny Saber:
