"So if you hear me talking about Louis Vuitton or the Gucci Group or anything like that. I’m not dissing Louis Vuitton, I’m not dissing the Gucci Group and shit. I’m just saying, don’t discriminate against me, because I’m a black man or because I’m a celebrity, and tell me that I can create, but not feel. Cuz you know damn well there aren’t no black guys or celebrities making no Louis Vuitton nothing. They let Pharrell make those glasses, and we liked them, right? They let me make those shoes, and we liked them right? And they say, ‘No, no, no, n****r. Not no more. That’s too much. That’s too much. No, no, no, no, no, no, n****r not no more. That’s way too much. That’s way too much. Stay in your place. Sit in the front of that show and wear this jacket I made you. Stay in your place. Do what you get paid to do. Stay in your place. Don’t embarrass yourself trying to chase your dreams. Save face. Save face.’ That’s why I got this fucking mask on, cuz I ain’t worried about saving face. Fuck my face!"
- Kanye West, sharing some thoughts onstage at Wireless Festival last night
For the sake of tonight, shall we take an urgent break from our stonerwave, seapunk, post-glitch and humming-fridge crash course perhaps? Here is how it goes.
A few days ago I dropped an “ask” in Pitchfork’s editor-in-chief Mr. Mark Richardson's Tumblr wondering if the man who taught many of us…
What a gift this is. In response to an “Ask” on tumblr about Iranian music, about which I know next to nothing, here is a thoughtful post with some music to check out. I am re-blogging this here so you can check it out too, and then I’ll listen and later if I think I have anything to say I’ll post some thoughts here.