Recurring Themes, Part One: The Dissolution of Trust

“Who put thing together, huh? Me! Who do I trust? Me! That’s who!” — Scarface

One of my recent obsessions has been Shane Carruth’s movie Primer. The story revolves around two engineers who build a device in their garage, a device that turns out to alter time. As intriguing and fascinating as it is, on a deeper level, the science revealed in the film only acts as a catalyst for the evolution of their relationship, which moves from enthusiastic reliance to complete distrust. The two engineers, Abe and Aaron, start off as best friends hellbent on building their machine, but once things get out of control, a rift develops, and the two find that they can no longer work together. Upon first viewing, maybe their scientific discovery overshadows the nuances of their relationship, but once one gets past the idea of time travel (and the subsequently intricate plot structure), the human elements of the story move to the fore.

PrimerSo, after my second viewing of Primer, the idea of fading trust stuck in my head. My terministic screen was then duly haunted by it. Every time I go to a bookstore and I see Micheal Moore’s new book on display (Will They Ever Trust Us Again?), I cringe. I mean, I like Michael Moore, but in the same way that I like Dennis Rodman, Chad Muska, or Andrew WK: I’m not really a fan, but I’m glad he’s there doing his thing. But do I trust him? Not so much.

I’ve also been on a Mike Ladd kick lately. A friend of mine in Seattle turned me on to his music several years ago, and I’ve been geeked enough to try to keep up since. It’s not easy. Ladd is the kind of artist who makes it difficult to be his fan: All of his records are on different labels, many under different names, and often categorized in different genres. Mike Ladd is a poet, a producer, a performer, and more. He’s usually found filed under “Hip-hop,” but genre distinctions cannot contain his work.

In What Language?Anyway, one of his recent records, done with phenomenal pianist Vijay Iyer, In What Language? is an exploration of travel and the breakdown of trust. The record’s namesake is the pre-9/11 experience of Iranian filmmaker Jafar Panahi: “While traveling from a festival in Hong Kong to one in Buenos Aires. Transiting through JFK, he was detained by INS officials, shackled to a bench in a crowded cell for several hours, and ultimately sent back to Hong Kong in handcuffs. Panahi’s description of this ordeal was widely circulated online. He wanted to explain his story to fellow passengers: ‘I’m not a thief! I’m not a murderer! … I am just an Iranian, a filmmaker. But how could I tell this, in what language?'” The airport represents the intersection of the vectors of travel, commerce, globalization, and culture: This is not neutral territory. Have you been to the airport lately? Do you feel trusted? Do you trust the people searching your bags?

And finally, I just got the new Sage Francis record. It’s title? A Healthy Distrust… (By this point, a pattern had emerged.) If you’re familiar with the work of Sage Francis, then you know where this title comes from. It’s the same distrust of Public Enemy, Refused, or Rage Against the Machine (and the same healthy dose that 49% of Americans currently have).

Like so many other intangibles, trust is a process. It’s something that gets checked and re-checked throughout the lifecycle of a relationship. It’s not something I’ve really put much thought into in a while, but my Primer obsession got me thinking about it. Shane Carruth used a scientific discovery to check the trust between his main characters, saying in an interview, “…some device or power is going to be introduced that’s going to change what’s at risk, what they are liable to lose if that trust is broken. And that’s going to be the thing that unravels their relationship, and not just relationships, I was interested in it because I think it’s universal, whether you’re talking about power structures in politics or whatever.”

Universal, yes. Always at the forefront of conscious concerns, no.

Aesop Rock: Lyrics to Go

Aesop RockIf, as Marshall McLuhan insisted, puns and wordplay represent “intersections of meaning,” then Aesop Rock has a gridlock on the lyrical superhighway cloverleaf overpass steez. Every time I spin one of his records, I hear something new, some new twist of phrase, some new combination of syllables. These constant revelations are precisely why I’ve been a hip-hop head since up jumped the boogie, and Aesop keeps the heads ringin’. I’d quote some here, but you really just have to hear him bend them yourself. Continue reading “Aesop Rock: Lyrics to Go”

Pete Miser: Camouflage is Relative

Pete Miser
“Rap is something you do. Hip-hop is something you live.” — KRS-One

I first saw Pete Miser rock the mic live in 1996. He was the lead mouth in a Portland, Oregon, outfit called the Five Fingers of Funk, and they were opening for De La Soul at Seattle’s Fenix Underground. I was intrigued because I had previously only heard Pete do the spoken word thing on a compilation of Pacific Northwestern poets and personalities, Talking Rain (Tim Kerr Records, 1993). His flow that night in Seattle rode atop the live, organic grooves of the Five Fingers like a true veteran lyrical navigator. I made a note in my mental. Continue reading “Pete Miser: Camouflage is Relative”

Yoni Wolf and Richard Adams: The Sound of a Handshake

Under the radar of mainstream culture, unsuspecting genres have been quietly blending in the bedrooms of overactive imaginations. One such amalgam came in collaborative form when UK-based indie-rock band Hood brought Why? (Yoni Wolf) and doseone (Adam Drucker) from California-based avant hip-hop group cLOUDDEAD (which also includes David “odd nosdam” Madson) into the studio on their 2001 album Cold House (Aesthetics). Having been fans of each other’s work, the two groups were destined to work together — and tour together.

cLOUDDEAD: doseone, Why?, and Odd Nosdam.

Where Hood’s sound jumps between “lo-fidelity avant-pop” and “pastoral, nearly instrumental songs,” cLOUDDEAD meanders through similar territory, but adds a skewed hip-hop vision to the mix. Though stunningly unique on their own, the two mesh well together, play well together, and their sounds blend into something like nothing else you’ve ever heard.

What follows is an email conversation between Yoni Wolf and Richard Adams from Hood. From the goings-on of their respective bands and their recent daily lives, to what kind of shoes they’re wearing and the origin of the name “Hood,” this conversation is much more interesting than my asking each of them questions would have been.

Hood: Richard Adams, Chris Adams, and another guy.

Richard Adams: Did you know you were mentioned by name in the lyrics to the new Hood single?

Yoni Wolf: In reference to your inquiry, I indeed did not know that I was mentioned by name in the new Hood single. Is this single out? What is it regarding? Is it a song like Billy Joel’s “We Didn’t Start the Fire,” where you mention everyone you know in an all-enveloping look at the current state of music from an historical standpoint? Or is it like a shoutout list at the end: “Micky Mantle rock rock on, Yoni Wolf rock rock on . . . “? Whazzup?

RA: It’s not quite up there with the Billy Joel classic. In fact, I think you’re the only “celebrity” to get a name-check. It’s quite subtle, but I think you’re mentioned twice. It’s not quite that song by the Beloved, “Hello.” (Did you get that in the States?) That name-checks a few people as well. I’ll ensure you get a copy when we get some. One for the grandkids maybe.

YW: The Beloved? I don’t think we got that in the States, but you have to remember I’m about twenty-five years younger than you. So I guess it’s possible it came out back in the ’60s or something when you were in high school and I was a first tenner in a pimp’s pocket. (Whatever that means.)

What are you guys working on at the moment? A new record?

RA: A new record is done — EP out in November, full-length in January.

YW: Whaddub wid sum promo? Still with Domino? New shoes: You? Chris? Who is in the band now?

RA: Yes, and with Domino USA in the States. Yes, I’m still in the band . . . just. And Chris is pretty much Mr. Everything. Steve’s still behind the drum stool (or sat upon it). Gaz left last year but might return temporarily in the new year, and we have a new chap called Mark who is brimming with enthusiasm.

YW: I’m glad to hear about the new guy and Steve’s continued dedication and the possible return of Gaz (the only true vegan lover of the Hood lot), but my inquiry regarding footwear was completely ignored. What do you mutherfuckers got on your feets? Currently, as of yesterday, I’m sporting these old Converse that I dug out of my closet that I got in a thrift store in London back when we were there for the Mush (cLOUDDEAD/Reaching Quiet) tour in 2002. They are white with blue trimmings, and I added a red stripe on the toe with nail polish. Pretty sharp. Oh, I’m going to a Subtle (Adam and Jeff, et al.) show tonight. It should be really cool. It’s their first show (pretty much) since they finished their first full-length. Cool.

RA: Footwear. Sorry, Yoni. I missed that. I’m gonna get Chris in on this chat. They don’t call him the “Imelda Marcos of Pop” for nothing, you know. The shoes on my feet are probably the same ones I was wearing on our U.S. tour. I need them replaced. At my age I seem to find myself wearing slippers more than anything. Hope your Converses went down well at the Subtle show. We were hoping to play with Subtle in London town this October, but it clashed with the one and only show we’d had planned all year.

YW: Where does the name Hood come from? I always took it to be referring to the part of the female anatomy that covers the clitoris. I always thought that particular part of a woman’s private sector was pretty unnecessary. It makes it nearly impossible to discover the pleasure-inducing zone. Maybe that’s the fun of it: the challenge.

I know you’re a conservative, thrice-married, middle-aged barrister-turned-pop musician, so if this open talk of sexuality offends you, feel free to find your pinky finger on the delete key.

RA: I’m completely ignoring your sexually explicit theory on where the name of Hood comes from. Safe to say that we were probably thirteen or fourteen years of age when we thought of it, so such thoughts were exempt from our innocent minds.

Laurence from Domino wants us to do some shows together next year. I wonder who he’s been talking to. What’s in the pieline or even pipeline for you?

YW: Oh yeah!? Are you guys coming to the States? We are looking to set up a tour of America in May and then we will hopefully be doing festivals and knocking about the more civilized part of the world all summer. Let’s definitely hook up.

RA: That could work; we’re coming over next Spring. Should well be on the road for a chunk. Let’s hope I don’t go completely insane this time.

How is everything with you? The Hymie’s Basement thing (Lex, 2003) was great. The first track on there was maybe my favorite (or second favorite) song of last year. In fact, I kind of went on a pilgrimage to Hymie’s Basement last Christmas. I had a good scrat through their records. Funnily enough, the only thing I bought was a Donald Fagen album.

YW: I’ve been recording a new Why? record with the boys in the band (Josiah, Doug, and Matt — I don’t think you met Matt, who we now call “Miss Ohio’s”). So I guess it’s Why? & Miss Ohio’s. Anyway, we’ve been hard at work on that. It’s quite pop. I’ve been watching these DVDs that Rhino puts out called “Classic Albums” or something like that, where they do interviews with the band now about their best album and talk about how it was made and the circumstances surrounding it. So far, I’ve seen Fleetwood Mac Rumours and Pink Floyd Dark Side of the Moon. I’m a sucker for that kind of shit. My dream would be to see a movie of just live studio footage of some of my favorite records being made with no commentary or anything, just a good behind-the-scenes look — all the arguments and the epiphanies.

RA: Yeah, you should see the DVD for our last album: fights, walk outs, nervous breakdowns, singers being forced to sing at near gunpoint, songs being recorded three or four times, mixes rejected, a full set of masters rejected, tears, laughter, screaming fits, complete and utter despair, the whole thing nearly being scrapped before the mixing stage. Oh yeah, it’s up there. Hope your thing went more smoothly. Glad it’s pop stuff. I like the pop stuff. Our next thing is pop — it’s nearly into Britney territory.

YW: Oh, and my girlfriend of two years (I don’t think any of you guys met Anna) and I split up last week. That leaves me feeling quite strange and aimless, but maybe it’s for the best. We will still be close I’m sure.

RA: Oh, no. That is a shame. It’s never easy. Keep your pecker up. Hope you feel better soon.

The Blue Series from Thirsty Ear

For the past three years, Thirsty Ear’s Blue Series has been quietly building an arsenal of some of the most interesting collaborations available on wax. They’ve teamed up their Blue Series Continuum jazz band with innovative rappers, producers, and musicians including Antipop Consortium, El-P, DJ Wally, Saul Williams, Meat Beat Manifesto, and DJ Spooky, among many others. The results are neither Hip-hop nor Jazz, but ride the lines between those and several other genres. Continue reading “The Blue Series from Thirsty Ear”

war@33.3: The Postmodern Turn in the Commodification of Music

TurntableWe live in a realm where once clear boundaries have been reformed, pushed back, reconfigured, and often blurred beyond recognition. The age-old stable image of photography — once considered by most as a reliable visual representation of some brief slice of reality — is now suspect due to digital editing techniques. The same fate has fallen on film, the word, and music of all kinds.Whereas modernism adheres to the idea that there exists but one real “truth,” postmodernism sees all things shifting according to perspective. It finds no central truth, only changing points of view. As we will see through the course of this essay, the commodification of music has gone through a similar change — from a stable central authority to myriad shifting forms.

Where all of the aforementioned forms used to come down to the public from one source, like the divine word of God, or the idea of one central “truth,” the digital now allows most anyone to create, recreate and distort coded information of all kinds. In the music of the marketplace, the center of power was the record company. The decree was the packaged product — the record album, the cassette tape, and the compact disc.

Band of the Hand

Twenty or so years ago, the Hip-hop DJ emerged as a vigilante on this landscape of music as commodity. While remixing and recontextualizing the product, he decentralized the power of the record company. DJs break the code. They reorganize the power structure in the world of sound. The product is no longer the be-all, end-all, but just another piece of the new story. The center does not hold:

The DJ cultivates and manages singularities: the bifurcation points on the edge of chaos, where dynamical systems manifest their emergent properties and transcend the sum of their elements. The speakers emit alchemical sounds, cut and pasted by needles in deep grooves, manipulated by human hands on black wax. It is a pastiche of ever-shifting, hand-engineered, sonic references. The dialectic of the two turntables unfolds in time. Beats juggled for the meat jungle. Scratches snatched for the daily catch. Crowd control, cruise control, remote control, the discotheque as Panopticon: A command-control system with the DJ at the helm. Several systems work at odds and in conjunction to make waves in the scene. This is a language sans nouns; a lingua franca consisting only of verbs: motion, phase transition, aural morphology, all moving at the speed of left and right.

As the Universe of sound finds ears, vibrating shards meld into sonic calling cards: An ever-shifting musical identity that gives way to unrelenting multiplicity. Thanks to technology often perceived as obsolete, the entire history of sound is available for data-mining. The DJ is an archeologist of vinyl plates. Digging in the crates, (s)he returns with pieces to the amorphous puzzle. A cartographer of soundscapes unknown and yet unformed, the DJ makes the maps and the terrain simultaneously on the fly.

Sound manipulation is the foundation of all musical forms. The individual control of audible vibrations is what allows musicians to create aurally aesthetic sounds. As Paul D. Miller writes, “When Thomas Edison first recorded the human voice onto a tin foil roll singing ‘Mary Had a Little Lamb,’ on December 6, 1877, history changed. It became malleable in a form never before seen on this planet. Experiences of events, and the moment-events themselves could be captured, edited, sequenced, and distributed. What Edison did was take the voice and reduce it to its basic component: sound.”[1] This is what the DJ in Hip-hop does when he combines and reanimates bits and pieces of old recorded history to create entirely new compositions. The music represents a future without a past.[2]

The Ones and TwosSurf, Sample, and Manipulate

Where turntablism was the most exciting thing happening in music at the turn of the millennium, the art of the remix has moved online. The power of the record company has suffered another blow as the power of the DJ has been networked. Call it “uploadphonics,” “bootlegging,” or just plain “remixing,” but whatever you call it, it is a war of intellectual property, a war of copyrights, a war of the freedom of speech and most of all a war of sound. Online, underground remixers like 2 Many DJs, The Evolution Control Committee (whose slogan reads, “We’re so next year.”), Rick Silva a.k.a. CueChamp, Cassetteboy, Bit Meddler, and many others “surf, sample and manipulate” (in the words of Mark Amerika).[3]

Rick Silva calls uploadphonics “a tight spiral outwards of creativity that makes a music in tune with the ideals of the internet, a soudscape to fit the netscape.”[4] Record companies, in an effort to retain control, are fighting a moving target. Indeed, a moving target made up of moving targets: peer-to-peer networks are completely decentralized. The file trade is made from node to node, without central control. The center does not hold.

As I write this I am (re)mixing music. Through my KaZaa Lite P2P client, I’ve downloaded a cracked version of Sonic Foundry’s Acid 3.0 mixing software, as well as a plethora of songs in MP3 format. In the past few weeks, I have been able to literally re-work many of my favorite songs. Lifting a beat from one, a guitar lick from another and vocals from a cappella versions, I’ve made entirely new compositions that none of these artists ever intended, and then uploaded them for distribution to others. Anyone with a connection to the Internet wields the same power. Think of it as a massive, collective phase transition: the record companies put out solids (records), the Hip-hop DJ melts them down into liquids (remixes, etc.) and the home-computer remix kids boil the mass into gaseous vapor (molecules of sound, splitting and recombining without end). While there is still product coming down from on high, the “central truth” no longer holds ultimate power. There is no divine sonic word. There is only sound and infinite ways to put it together.

“In a recent post to boomselection.com an assignment was given out,” writes Rick Silva in an article from 2002 on online remixing, “a call to remix Eminem’s latest track was followed by a link to the MP3 of the a capella version. A week later boomselection released a subsite dedicated only to the Eminem remixes because the response had been so positive. The tracks were rated and posted. The number one track was number one mainly because of its amazing turnaround time. Within ten minutes of the assignment, someone had turned in a bootleg. The remixer took ten minutes to download the a capella, find a track roughly the same BPM, sync it, record it, encode it to MP3, FTP (upload) it, and mail out the link.”[5] All of this is good fun for fans and remixers, but a virtual nightmare for the recording industry.

Two weeks prior to the release of Eminem’s 2002 record, The Eminem Show, an advanced copy found its way onto a popular peer-to-peer network. As widespread downloading ensued, Eminem’s record company was forced to release his record a week before it had originally planned. “The source of this conundrum is as simple as its solution is complex,” writes John Perry Barlow on the digitizing of intellectual property. “Digital technology is detaching information from the physical plane, where property law of all sorts has always found definition.”[6] Since the replication of a file in digital format doesn’t decrease its quality, nor does it have limits, this is where the ideas of copyright, intellectual property, and digital bootlegging collide head-on.

Jay-Z / Dangermouse — The Grey AlbumNo one has brought this collision to the attention of the mass mind like DJ Danger Mouse. His Grey Album, which meshed the a cappella vocals of Jay-Z’s Black Album with music lifted from The Beatles’ White Album, was an internet sensation that set off a shitstorm in boardrooms and bedrooms everywhere. Record company suits were scrambling to kill it, and bedroom remixers were scrambling to outdo it. The record (in its modern form: the physical compact disc) was squashed by a cease and desist order from EMI (who own the rights to The Beatles record), but its children replicated: The Brown Album, The Rainbow Album, The Slack Album, etc. (the latter of which is an amusing blend of Jay-Z’s vocals and music from Pavement’s Slanted and Enchanted record by DJ n-wee). The remixing continues — and so does the battle to stop it.

The United States Copyright Act states that “the fair use of a copyrighted work, including such use by reproduction in copies or phonorecords or by any other means… for purposes such as criticism, comment, news reporting, teaching (including multiple copies for classroom use), scholarship, or research, is not an infringement of copyright.”[7] The art collage band Negativland tested this clause long before Eminem was asking the real version of his oft-remixed song “Without Me” to “please stand up.”

Negativland — U2In 1991 Negativland released a single titled “U2” which sampled the Irish supergroup’s hit single “Still Haven’t Found What I’m Looking For.” The song and the release of the single were both part parody, part critique, and part media prank (some off-mike comments by Casey Kasem were also a part of the composition). It was quickly sued out of existence by U2’s label, Island Records.[8] Not to be beaten so soon, Negativland released a magazine in 1993 chronicling the court case. “The Letter U and the Numeral 2” was sued out of existence by Negativland’s own label, SST Records (also for alleged copyright infringement: Negativland used SST bumper stickers and press releases in the publication).[9]

“We live in a world where nothing is what we were taught it was,” Negativland write in the introduction to their 1995 book on the ordeal. “Art is business, business is war, war is advertising, and advertising is art. We are bombarded with information and entertainment. Negativland responds to this environment by making music that uses fragments and samples from existing media of all kinds.”[10] For Negativland, if it’s on the airwaves (or the internet), it’s fair game for fair use.

Bits and Pieces

While the legalities of remixing are still squirming under the weight of innovation, the format of music has shape-shifted as well — from atoms to bits.[11] The advent of the Compact Disc changed recording in many ways, but the fact that a band could now do over an hour of music (without having to release a double LP) was one of them. Where the CD killed the LP, shrunk cover art, and caused the public to buy all of their albums on a new digital format, the MP3 ends the tyranny of any multi-song format of the past. We’re now back to the single (without a B-side). A single made of bits, not atoms. A single awaiting a home on the mass storage device of your choice. A single awaiting a new beat, a new vocal track, or a new time signature.

“Just as a Powerbook is a processing-machine,” writes online remixer Tim Jaeger, “and Max/MSP is audio software with which users can program, code, and construct their own virtual instruments, combined they become meta-samplers and schiz-machines. Max/MSP consumes other instruments only to turn them into new, different instruments for others to use and produce new instruments with. The same with turntables, or small CASIO keyboards spitting out sampled rhythms from old New Order records.”[12] It’s music as shareware, open source sound, armed audio warfare… Embrace the postmodern: Reduce, reuse, recycle. The future of music is in our hands: Let’s remix it.

Notes:

1. Cumulus from America; Cartridge Music: Of Palimpsets and Parataxis, or How to Make a Mix by Paul D. Miller (a.k.a. DJ Spooky That Subliminal Kid).
2. Band of the Hand by Roy Christopher, Born Magazine, 1997.
3. “Uploadfonix” by Rick Silva, 21C Magazine.
4. Ibid.
5. Ibid.
6. “The Economy of Ideas” by John Perry Barlow, 1993.
7. United States Copyright Act (17 U.S.C. § 107, 1988 ed. and Supp. IV).
8. Fair Use: The Story of the Letter U and the Numeral 2 by Negativland, Seeland MediaMedia, 1995.
9. Spin Magazine, May 1993.
10. Fair Use: The Story of the Letter U and the Numeral 2 by Negativland, Seeland MediaMedia, 1995.
11. Being Digital by Nicholas Negroponte, Vintage, 1995.
12. “Scatter(ed) Dynamics” by Tim Jaeger, posted on the macrosound discussion list, January 3, 2003.

[Media Reader, #8, 2005]

Rhythm Science by Paul D. Miller a.k.a. DJ Spooky

If you believe that your thoughts originate inside your brain — do you also believe that television shows are made inside your television set? — Warren Ellis

We’re all connected. Our saturated selves are each a part of a collective, socially constructed mix of language games and habits without names. “All minds quote,” once quoth Ralph Waldo Emerson, but let’s forget about the mind, the brain, and the head that holds them. It’s not about nouns; it’s about verbs. It’s not about the dots, it’s about the connections between them. Networks, not nodes. The journey, not the destination. It’s a trigger, not a gun. Software is the paradigm of the now. It’s where nouns become verbs and all are subject to “the changing same.” Continue reading “Rhythm Science by Paul D. Miller a.k.a. DJ Spooky”

I Get on the Mix Late in the Night

Well, last night I finally got out of my bedroom and subjected the public to my loud, noisy tastes in vinyl. Yep, my first live set in several years. I hauled a crate down to the Rosary Room (in downtown San Diego) and played a brief, but fun blend of noise.

The set list looked something like this:

  • Unwound — first minute and a half of “We Invent You” (it’s just guitar feedback, if you haven’t heard it)
  • Mogwai “Secret Pint”
  • My Bloody Valentine “Soon”
  • Camera Obscura “Cinemateque”
  • Brian Eno “Deep Blue Monday”
  • Hood “Branches Bare”
  • Bare Minimum “Luchuk”
  • Mogwai “Fear Satan (My Bloody Valentine Remix)”

I’ll probably try and do this every first and third Thursday of the month, so if you’re into the loud, rythmic drone of what you see above, come check it out.

February 20, 2004: “I get on the mix late in the night…” — Chuck D

Last night at the Rosary Room, my early morning (1am) setlist looked like this:

  • DJ Spooky “You Are Now About to Witness…”
  • Hair and Skin Trading Company “Conscious Uncons:..?*U12/Knife Fright”
  • Hovercraft “De-Orbit Burn (Scanner Remix)”
  • Mogwai “Sine Wave”
  • Still “Anodyne”
  • Techno Animal “Megaton (dälek Remix)”
  • My Bloody Valentine “Soon”
  • Main “Rail”

The B-Boys had all gone home by the time I was on, so it was probably best that I was on so late. I do bring the noise, but a little too literally for the body rock, knaw’mean?

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Ryan Kidwell a.k.a. Cex: Brutal Exposure

Cex“Playing it safe isn’t interesting,” once quoth Ryan Kidwell a.k.a. Cex. The 20-year old laptop beat-twister-cum-emcee just dropped his fifth major release in four years and has another one on the way. Though being young and white on the mic is not the most auspicious spot, Kidwell risks it with heft, hubris and humor, saying, “I’m like the white Eminem.” The kid is like crack: sit through Tall, Dark and Handcuffed (Tigerbeat6, 2002) just once and you’ll be hooked. How is he so young and able to speak with the wisdom of such ages? How does he expect us to take him seriously when he’s rockin’ gold fronts? Cex is the confusion, collusion, and conflict of all of this and more. Continue reading “Ryan Kidwell a.k.a. Cex: Brutal Exposure”