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By Akira The Don on Tuesday, April 20th, 2010

— By Akira The Don on Tuesday, April 20th, 2010

By Akira The Don on Tuesday, April 20th, 2010

Well, this was inevitable! You paying attention rappers? DISCO GOT NEXT! Revise your albums accordingly!

I sdhould point out at this juncture that it was ME that invented NU DISCO with Why Are You So Layzee back in 05, which you can hear on Theiving. HA!

Via http://2mikes.tumblr.com/

— By Akira The Don on Tuesday, April 20th, 2010

By Akira The Don on Tuesday, April 20th, 2010

LISTEN: Sage Francis – Best Of Times

Brand new from the forthcoming LI(F)E LP. Best thing I’ve heard from duke in flipping years and years. Beautiful.

Sage writes:

Yann Tiersen is my favorite modern composer. Has been for years. In fact, Amélie (the film he did the soundtrack for) is one of the first movies my girlfriend and I watched together. There’s a lot of synchronicity involved with the making of this song which I won’t bother getting into.  Not right now anyway.

When I heard that Yann was willing to provide music for my album I was as excited as I was nervous. The nerves were mainly a result of me receiving the music just two days before my Chicago recording sessions were scheduled to end. The instrumental piece that Mr. Tiersen sent, as you can now hear, has a slow build that gradually gets more chaotic until it crescendos and finishes around the 6 minute mark. This certainly isn’t the kind of music I could plop backlogged lyrics on top of, and in order to maintain an organic feel I had to write the lyrics to the builds of the music. I don’t enjoy writing on the spot. I like sitting on lyrics for a month or a year to let them marinate while I obsess, but with only one night to write this song I had to pull out all the stops. No time to get too tricky. Time to just…”write what ya know.”

I listened to the instrumental repeatedly waiting for images or words to pop into my head. Nothing came. As a last ditch effort I referenced an old letter I had written to my girlfriend while I was touring Europe a few years back. The first line in that letter was, “It’s been a long and lonely trip but I’m glad I took it.” I borrowed that first line for my song and the rest of the song flowed from there. I didn’t have time to filter much. What resulted was a string of raw and revealing moments from my upbringing that seem to have molded my adulthood. Vulnerable and embarrassing tidbits of info that sit in the back of my head at all times. Fuck it. That was my mentality. Fuck it. When all was said and done I felt very satisfied with the outcome. In fact, the thesis of the song seems to be about how we tend to fool ourselves into thinking that the tough and embarrassing moments of our life are much bigger than they actually are. Especially as kids, when we believe that every obstacle we encounter seems like the end of the world. That’s probably the greatest lie of our lives. It’s a lie that is so convincing that some of us kill ourselves over it. It’s important to remember that when all seems lost it really isn’t. As the old credo goes, “This too shall pass.”

It’s worth noting that the letter I borrowed the first line of this song from went on to explain my desire to rid myself of the grind that has come to own me. It’s time for something new. A new ending and a new beginning. In fact, I haven’t written a new song since I finished this track back in July of 2009. I’ve never gone that long without writing at least a verse, but instead of feeling anxious about it I feel strangely content. “It was the best of times. It was the end of times.”

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Enough of my yapping. Here are the lyrics:
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song: THE BEST OF TIMES
album: LI(F)E
written by: Sage Francis

It’s been a long and lonely trip but I’m glad that I took it because it was well worth it. I got to read a couple books and do some research before I reached my verdict. Never thought that I was perfect. Always thought that I had a purpose. Used to wonder if I’d live to see my first kiss.

The most difficult thing I ever did was recite my own words at a service realizing the person I was addressing probably wasn’t looking down from heaven. Or cooking up something in hell’s kitchen, trying to listen in or eaves drop from some another dimension. It was self serving just like this is.

Conveniently religious on Easter Sunday and on Christmas. The television went from being a babysitter to a mistress. Technology made it easy for us to stay in touch while keeping a distance, ’til we just stayed distant and never touched. Now all we do is text too much.

I don’t remember much from my youth. Maybe my memory is repressed. Or I just spent too much time wondering if I’d live to have sex. Fell in love for the first time in 4th grade but I didn’t have the courage to talk to her. In 8th grade I wrote her the note but I slipped it in someone else’s locker.

Considered killing myself ’cause of that. It was a big deal. It was a blown cover. It was over for me. My goose was cooked. Stick a fork it me. The jig is up. I blew my chances, the rest is history, our future was torn asunder. It became abundantly clear that I was only brought here to suffer.

At least I didn’t include my name. Thankfully I wrote the whole note in code and it had 10 layers of scotch tape safety seal making it impossible to open. Plus, it was set to self destruct. Whoever read it probably died…laughing. I wonder if they lived long enough to realize what happened.

A year later, I came to understand that wasn’t love that I was feeling for her. I had someone else to obsess over. I was older. I was very mature. I forged my time signature while practicing my parents autograph ’cause I was failing math. Disconnected the phone when I thought the teacher would call my home.

I checked the mailbox twice a day at the end of a long dirt road. Steamed open a couple envelopes like I was in private detective mode. If you snoop around long enough for something in particular you’re guaranteed to find it. For better or worse that’s how I learned that it’s best to just keep some things private. It was the best of times. It was the end of times.

It was the best of times. It was the end of times. I was always on deck, I was next in line. An only child with a pen and pad writing a list of things that I could never have. The walls in my house were paper thin. Every squabble seemed to get deafening. If my memory serves me correctly I made it a point to void and forget some things. Probably to keep from being embarrassed. Never meant to upset or give grief to my parents. Kept my secrets…hid my talents…in my head, never under the mattress.

Therapy couldn’t break me. Never learned a word that would insure safety. So I spoke softly and I tip toed often. The door to my room was like a big old coffin. The way that it creeked when I closed it shut. Anxieties peaked when it opened up. As if everything that I was thinking would be exposed. I still sleep fully clothed. It was the best of times. It was the end of times.

It was beautiful. It was brutal. It was cruel. It was business as usual.

Heaven. It was hell. Used to wonder if I’d live to see 12.

When I did I figured that I was immortal. Loved to dance but couldn’t make it to the formal. Couldn’t bear watching my imaginary girlfriend bust a move with any other dudes.

Tone Loc was talking bout a “Wild Thang” but I was still caught up in some child thangs. Scared of a God who couldn’t spare the rod. It was clearly a brimstone and fire thang.

Pyromaniac. Kleptomaniac. Couldn’t explain my desire to steal that fire. Now I add it to my rider. Like “Please oh please don’t throw me in that patch of brier!” It was the best of times. It was the end of times.

The school counselor was clueless ’cause I never skipped classes. Perfect attendance. Imperfect accent. Speech impediment they could never really fix and I faked bad eyesight so I could wear glasses.

Considered doing something that would cripple me.I wanted a wheelchair. I wanted the sympathy. I wanted straight teeth so then came braces. 4 years of head gear helped me change faces. It was the best of times. It was the end of times.

Now I wonder if I’ll live to see marriage. Wonder if I’ll live long enough to have kids. Wonder if I’ll live to see my kids have kids. If I do I’m gonna tell ‘em how it is.

“Don’t listen when they tell you that these are your best years. Don’t let anybody protect your ears. It’s best that you hear what they don’t want you to hear. It’s better to have pressure from peers than not have peers. Beer won’t give you chest hair. Spicy food won’t make it curl. When you think you’ve got it all figured out and then your universe collapses…trust me, kid…it’s not the end of the world.”

— By Akira The Don on Tuesday, April 20th, 2010

By Akira The Don on Tuesday, April 20th, 2010

You know I’d never usually post a flipping News Of The Screws ad, but this one is a thing of rare beauty, and it has my favourite broadcaster in it. Look at his face at 0:21! AMAZING!

Cheers Joey for the heads up.

EDIT: Jesus Christ, Westwood has a longer index finger than Jarvis Cocker.

— By Akira The Don on Tuesday, April 20th, 2010

By Akira The Don on Tuesday, April 20th, 2010

Damn that is amazing. Tons more over here.

— By Akira The Don on Tuesday, April 20th, 2010

By Akira The Don on Tuesday, April 20th, 2010

LISTEN: B.o.B. ft Eminem & Hayley Williams – Airplanes Pt. 2

Well, Bobby still seems to be moaning, but at least Em’s stopped using that stupid accent.

I expect this to grow on me.

— By Akira The Don on Tuesday, April 20th, 2010