Saturday, January 19, 2008

The Art of DJing from the Female Perspective

Today I went to a female DJ workshop taught by DJ EarthOne and DJ Soyo. Even though I’ve come across DJ’s in the past, it still is amazing how much DJ’s impact music and yet are barely known. The MCs are the ones everyone knows by name and the ones who are recognized and the ones given the credit for having sparked hip-hop’s existence. But without the DJ, what could an MC do? They could go acapella of course but then could that be hip-hop? They could use instruments but again, would that be hip-hop? Probably not. Hip-hop has a special signature, a specialized voice and the DJ gives that voice to it.
The workshop was a lot of fun and informative. Some people think that being a DJ is simply putting on some vinyl on a turntable and just moving the vinyl around. It’s more than that, there is an art behind it as the EarthOne and Soyo showed. The talents of DJs makes a difficult art form look ridiculously easy but looks can be deceiving. EarthOne gave us an example of a typical set up for a gig. Four or Five vinyls for a party? Ha, yeh right, think again. For a four-hour party you’d need at the very least 2 full milk crates of vinyl records to keep the party going. And then on top of that you’d need your equipment. Two turn tables (at least $400 each!), a mixer, cords, cords and more cords, mic cords, connector cords, extension cords, and then of course there are the needles. Vinyl doesn’t play without needles. And needles cost around $70. The price of being a DJ is expensive. But, as Soyo said, “if you have a love for something just do it…whatever you want to do, just go for it”.
The unique part of this workshop was that it was taught by two women. Just like DJs are many times overlooked by hip-hop fans, women are also overlooked and sometimes not taken seriously. When the women are overlooked, history begins to give the impression that women did not play much of a role in the music or in the culture itself. This thought is incorrect though, “women have always had a lot of influence”. As DJ Soyo pointed out, one of the first DJs in the hip-hop scene got his start thanks to his sister who helped to organize parties for him or to get him gigs at parties. She paid for much of his equipment and financed his DJ career. Other women have been instrumental in the scene but unfortunately have been placed in the dustbins of history.
I’m hoping that there will be more workshop’s or programs like these in the future because not only do they tell a story, but they give the chance to hear the progression and evolution of hip-hop through time. Especially when the younger people come out, it becomes an even better event. They get to hear what they might not normally be exposed to due to the saturation of garbage playing on the airwaves in the entire country. A wide range of people are pulled to this hip-hop culture, the true hip-hop culture because so many different people can identify with it. Hip-hop voices us as a community. I saw kids at the event probably three years old, saw mostly black people but also saw Latinas, and some white people as well. Hip-hop does that, it can bring much to people and it can open people up. Soyo pointed out that she wasn’t really an English speaker when she first heard hip-hop but she loved it so much that she began to learn more of it so she could understand what was being said, what was being spoken, what they were spitting and it opened her up to a different culture. This is true hip-hop. This workshop covered a lot of material within a less than two hour time frame, and though there was a pretty solid group, it would have been nice to have seen a larger number of people come out for something like this.

Friday, November 9, 2007

Annoyances

Day by day these annoyances are growing
I’m lit up, on fire always heating,
Teeth grinding, brain seething
Day by day there’s less of me believing
There could ever be any good inside others.
I don’t think it’s possible for me to get close to another,
Feel like it’s just an open opportunity
To be once more supremely deceived
Into thinking that anyone could feel as I do.
I don’t think anyone could feel as I do.
The world is about selfish pleasure
Irregardless of how much one may be treasured
The other is pathologically out on the roam
Fulfilling the hunger of an endless ego.
Irregardless of the amount of tears one sheds
The other only worries about their esteem being fed.
Into this generational thought I was born
Internally I live with an essence that’s forlorn,
Thoughts cross this mind of who’s friend and who’s foe,
Who’s gonna stay for good and who’s gonna up and go?
Sad to say, most won’t be in the picture for long,
Before I turn around they’ll be gone.
And from friends and this thought of mine
Another thing seems to cross this mind.
If a friend is hard to find
What ease is there in the zawjah for a lifetime?
My generation walks in and out of lives with ease
Doing whatever to whomever they please
Until they get enough, ready to move to the next
Move so quick it makes me perplexed.
Day to day these annoyances are growing
I’m lit up, on fire always heating,
Teeth grinding, brain seething
Day to day there’s less of me believing
Less of me believing.
Born in the wrong social zone,
Wrong generation, I don’t fit with my own
Brother’s and sisters. Can’t click
With the clique of this diin and it’s making me sick
to the point where I wanna just quit.
Making secret du’a to Allah for Him to elicit
The sunnah of Isa on me if He permits…
From this world I have to go into segregation
Because I’m at odds with most of the population.
All they do is bring me tribulations
and none know cuz I keep it behind Disney musical presentations.
Prison for seven years set the example
That it’s best to get away when fitnah is ample.
Like Yusuf stepping away from his troubles
I need to wash my hands of my troubles
Wash my hands of my peer babies
With their “me, me, me” mentalities
Driven by their many insecurities
To do all possible to enlarge their shallow self-esteem.
Gotta wash my hands of all these things that are so annoying.
I don’t know how I ended up in this period of time.
All I know is that it’s not mine
And even though I know it’s not mine
I’m blamed for it’s many crimes
Taught I’m the cause of disaster and breaking hearts
Using females and taking their trust apart,
Being a playa in some kind of kiddie game,
“since you are the in the age range
your ways have to be the same”
Here’s the outcast, the black sheep
Being told he’s the same as those who creep
Under the cover of dark.
Outcast forced to wear a condemning mark
Sentenced for crimes he didn’t perform.
Might as well be a new character for Mr. Hawthorne
The way I’ve been branded
Makes me think it’s a decree commanded.
Perpetual ripples of petty occurrences
Rip into waves from stressing disturbances
Rocking me in the air shocked with turbulence
All born from the drip drop of daily annoyances.

In A Perfect World

In a perfect world, our differences would be eliminated
In a perfect world would come true all that I’ve supplicated
In a perfect world I’d be able to look in your eyes again
Knowing that I could never lose them.
In a perfect world, our similarities would always rise to the surface
Only letting us focus on the qualities that are best.
In a perfect world you’d be the carrier of my beautiful 5
All 6 of you keeping my spirits high
And with all of them, you’d never stand alone in the mirror,
I’d be right beside you, next to you, your favorite admirer.
In a perfect world I’d tell you all I had to say
And you’d know what was in me everyday.
In a perfect world I wouldn’t be writing but I’d be saying this
Letting these words flow like water off mine to your lips.
There’d be no reaction from the conclusion of a dream,
No resonating pain from being snatched down when I was floating.
In a perfect world right now I’d be only laughing and smiling
Instead of being solo, only sitting and writing.
In a perfect world…is there such a thing
Or is it only some kind of fantasy?
If it exists is it for life or just fleeting,
A short living kind of being?
Maybe for only two months it breathes
Then with a struggle and a fight it leaves.
A perfect world that begins on a late summer night
And ends when a future may be in sight
In an early autumn evening…
All things are not perfect, this is true
And with all discussed I understand you,
Know why the decision that is was made
Still, it’s hard for me to just let the day fade
I know that some starts have to sometimes end,
But I also know that some things begin again.
Time will tell what’ll happen when it’s all said and done
But in a perfect world, you and I would become one.