Saturday, April 19, 2014

El Corniche

The following is the diary-introduction to a paper I'm currently writing on Alexandria's corniche and Mahraganat music's profound effect on the sonic construction of the space. It's been a long time since I posted a blog and I thought this could work. <3

What music will be the soundtrack to my routine jog along the Corniche today? I would ask myself this question nearly every day as I took the elevator from my apartment in central Alexandria and walked the two blocks out to the coast. Normally I’d switch back and forth between some hip art-rock band from Brooklyn and West Coast hip-hop, imposing my American sensibilities onto the landscape that I was still attempting to blend in with. When jogging, even Arab genes can’t prevent you from looking like a complete foreigner. Save for a couple of other expatriates and the occasional Malaysian university student, I’d most likely be the sole person on the Corniche running, sporting my short-shorts and white Apple headphones. It was never a problem, though. The vast majority of people understood that this is merely a thing that white kids do when they come to Alex to attend their study abroad programs. Every once in a while someone would try to race me or dance in front of me as I approached. A couple of times people would ask to join me and we’d have a short conversation before they dropped out and resumed their daily activities. At the end of my jog, around the neighborhood Sporting, I would descend on to the large cubic stones intended to prevent erosion and do some simple calisthenics. The salty waves crashed on my face as I support my body with my hands, the Mediterranean imposing itself on all of my senses.

After my short exercise, I would always walk back to my apartment. Partly because I’m not a super-star athlete and the idea of running all the way back seemed both terrible and impossible, but mostly because I enjoyed spending this part of my day just walking and taking in the magnificence of the city. Even if I didn’t quite look the part, this was the most Alexandrian I felt throughout the time I lived there. This is not to say that I perfectly assimilated into the culture or that my Arabic was at top-form (far from it), but it was in these moments that I felt most at peace and comfortable with my environment. The taxis honking, the tirmis vendors offering a snack, the provocative and enticing sounds emanating from the speakers of the motorcycles speeding past…

Photo by R.S. Fischer (Dickie's future pen-name)

Thursday, March 7, 2013

total dick

So this is a new song kind of dealing with what's been going on in my head for the past couple of months. Bahwee is an amazing producer and I've been thinking about rapping over one of his joints for a while now, so I'm really happy this came together. Hope you all like it



Total Dick (Listen here)

Sometimes, being this angry is exhausting 
And every once in a while I realize how much it costing
I realize that I’ve lost me and I softly retreat into my lofty 
Thoughts about where I’ll be by the time I’m frosty
When my youth is over what will I have to show for
Maybe by then I’ll learn how to keep my composure 
Maybe my compositions will be in a position 
to get some recognition by you mother fucking bitches
Shit…I’m sorry there I go again
I web md’d my symptoms a little earlier this evening 
It said I was bi-polar or just a fuckin charlatan 
With delusions of grandeur and a problem with following
I got issues with authority
But I got my priorities and that’s to have like 4 or 3 
Houses by the time I reach like 43..
When did I get so materialistic?
and primarily concerned with tasting the lipstick of a rich chick?
Myself a year ago would be fucking sick 
If he could see how fucking quick I turned into a total dick

So when did this all begin?
Could probably say exactly when
December 12 2010, sunny day in Austin
You remember what happened that day? 
It don't matter any way,
skip 2 years
on lay away downstairs 
and I just wanted you to stay away
I couldn't handle this another day
couldn't bear it just to hear you say
That it’s over 
It's over
Is it really over though? 
Is this really how things were originally supposed to go?
No. That’s not what you told me year ago
But shit I guess things change and it only takes a month or so
When did I get so narcissistic?
and primarily concerned with tasting the lipstick of a rich chick?
Myself a year ago would be fucking sick 
If he could see how fucking quick I turned into a fucking dick
A total dick

-T 

Tuesday, December 4, 2012

Angry Tarek's Top Albums of 2012


Yo I’m a nerd (chill) so I do this every year, check it out.



Top 10 Albums of 2012 (IMhumbleassO)
1)   Frank Ocean – Channel ORANGE
- I don’t really have to justify this choice. Have you heard it? It needs no justification. But I also have a deep connection with this record on a personal level. Overall this year has been the hardest of my life, without question. Estranged from family and friends, living in a new place that doesn’t quite accept me, and experiencing the age-old ache of unrequited love. It’s also been the best year of my life, and Channel ORANGE had a large part to play in that. Anyway, the music alone speaks for itself.
2)   Joey Bada$$ - 1999
- This one might be surprising. But the kid is 17 years old and he has the best flow out there right now among newcomers, and even among most veterans. The whole PE crew is incredible and when it comes to technical rapping chops, they’re making the competition look like 8 year olds (which is not that much younger than they are themselves). I expect 2013 to be their year, and if they continue to grow and cultivate their endless amount of raw talent this might be their decade too.   
3)   Grizzly Bear – Shields
- Definitely not my favorite Grizzly Bear album, but that isn’t saying too much considering they’re my favorite band. The production is immaculate, the lyrics are plentiful and less lofty and art-rock-y (which I tend to prefer), and the music is still good as fuck. No reason to not be completely satisfied with this album. These 4 guys have perfected their craft and they have yet to disappoint. Got on the GB train about 4 years ago and I don’t see myself getting off soon. 
4)   Kendrick Lamar – Good Kid M.A.A.D City
- He went in it and stayed in it for 85 straight minutes. This album probably deserves to be a little higher on my list, considering it’s honesty, passion, and magical wordplay. But hey I’m not ashamed to admit that a lot of personal preference and taste went into my rankings, so at the end of the day Kendrick came out just below bronze. That does not, at all, belittle this album as an amazing work of art and an inspiration for scrub artists like me trying to find a voice. I found a lot of solace and resonance in these bars, and my experience growing up in America could not be more different than Kendrick Lamar’s. That should speak to his ability to make the listener feel like a part of the music. Kendrick blurs the line between artist and listener so well it would make Foucault cream his pants. 
5)   Twin Shadow - Confess
- With the emergence of figures like The Weeknd and Drake, being a dark and self-loathing womanizer has become kind of cool. I’m not exactly proud of it, but I’ll admit that when I’m having girl problems it feels pretty fucking good to drive around downtown Austin blasting “Wicked Games” and shouting “Just tell me you love me, even though you don’t love me”. Don’t judge me, y’all. George Lewis Jr. of Twin Shadow is another person that does a really good job of making you want to be him, and he’s basically a total fucking cock. I find comfort in singing along to his well-crafted melodies about telling women “I’m just not that into you”. Probably because there’s a big part of me who wishes I could be a little more like that guy (I tend to end up on the other side of the table).
6)   Flying Lotus – Until The Quiet Comes
- Yeah I was totally late on the whole FlyLo thing, sue me. But since I’ve jacked about 4 FlyLo beats for my rap project in the past couple of months, it’s clear that I jumped in with both feet. I’ve spent the year getting very familiar with Stephen Ellison’s discography, and I’m comfortable saying that this last album is his masterpiece thus far. It’s gotten to the point where his productions are more than just jazz-infused hip hop beats, they are in a whole class, even genre, of their own. These songs seem to not only weave in and out of different genres and influences, but also through time and space in an incredible fashion that I don’t even fully understand. But yeah, I dig it. 
7)   Purity Ring – Shrines
- I first listened to this band in a Cairo hotel room back in July, when I was still adjusting to living in Egypt and dealing with an intense amount of emotional stress. I remember hearing “Fineshrine” and disappearing into the Canadian duo’s very graphic lyrics and fantastic production. I will say that when I got the chance to hear the full album, some parts of it did not blow me away the same way that the first couple of singles did.  However, about 5 of the songs on this album could easily make any “top 10” list of 2012. I think that merits a spot on Angry T’s list.
8)   Schoolboy Q – Habits and Contradictions
- I did not expect to like this LP. I first gave it a go in January and was not particularly feelin it from front to back. However the first two songs on the album (“Sacrilegious” and “There He Go”) kept me coming back and giving it another try. By mid-year I was banging this record all the way through on the regular.  Q is all the right kinds of different; he’s weird, talented, and refreshing. In this whole SWAG hip hop generation, little rival the size of this dude’s swag muffin. So even though it took a while, I’m definitely feelin him now.
9)   Shlohmo – Vacation EP
- The song “Sink” on Shlohmo’s 2011 LP “Bad Vibes” is what made me want to start rapping. It wasn’t some Ghostface Killah rhyme wizardry or Kanye West’s $400k maybach or even Das Racist’s (RIP) amazingly witty “Sit Down, Man” mixtape. It was that leaky production and pipe clanking that climaxes in a opus of flute and synth-y emotion that gave me the impulse to start saying shit over music. Every time I listen to that song I want to cry, and there’s no fucking words. And February’s Vacation EP definitely did not disappoint. It’s a completely different Shlohmo, he pretty much only uses 4 or 5 voices in each of the three incredible songs, but they sound more confident and on-point than ever.
11) Heems – Wild Water Kingdom
- Yeah Das Racist blew me the fuck away in 2010 with “Sit Down, Man”, and anyone who knows me or has even talked to me once about music knows I worship these guys. After the release of that mixtape it’s been hard to find a DR related project that I could fully get behind. “Wild Water Kingdom” just came out a couple of weeks ago and Heems gave me what I’ve been craving for the last 2.5 years. The intellectual overtones and hilarious punch lines are back, with an added honest desire to get some fucking validation in the rap world (which I’m starting to identify with). The roster of producers is basically my wet dream and Hima is definitely one of my biggest role models. Mad props to brown Chris Farley on this one.

Honorable Mentions (no particular order)
Miguel – Kaleidoscope Dreams
How to Dress Well – Total Loss
Holy Other - Held
The Walkmen - Heaven
The xx – Coexist
Dirty Projectors – Swing Lo Magellan
El-P – Cancer For Cure
Killer Mike – R.A.P. Music

Biggest Disappointments
·      Passion Pit – Gossamer
     - There was only one song on the whole album that I really liked (Constant Conversations). The rest were either alright or I just wasn’t feeling it at all.
·      Pop Etc. – Pop Etc.
     - So the 2010 Morning Benders LP “Big Echo” is one of my favorite albums in recent memory. When they changed their name to Pop Etc. and promised Boyz II Men influenced R&B/Pop music, I was intrigued to say the least. They came out swinging with a very passable mixtape, with a lot of interesting sounds and great melodies. Then Pop Etc. the LP happened…Let’s just say it did not live up to expectations.   
·      Beach House – Bloom
- Not much to say here. Just sounded like a less inspired and less beautiful Teen Dream to me. Seeing how Teen Dream was my #1 of 2010, I was mad disappoint. 

Tuesday, October 16, 2012

Young and Restless

A couple months ago I listened to this song on the train while a group of friends and I were taking a weekend trip into the desert. The song had a pretty instant effect on me and I really wanted to put some verses on top of it. For some reason the phrase "young and restless" was on repeat in my mind that weekend so when I got back to Alex I made some lines and a small one minute version of the song. Last night, after letting the idea stew for a while, I returned to it and added some more lyrics and extended the song for another couple of minutes. I like how it turned out. Holy Other is a boss.



Young and restless, still aint been tested
But I’m invested in this obsession with the mess I’m in
There’s something bleedin out the hole in my chest and
Still trying to find the occupation that I’m best in
Give it a rest man, what am I tryin for
I think its cause my name means I’m always at the door
 That’s opportunity knockin and I throw that bitch onto the floor
And when he gets up spit in his face and then ask for more
Cause I’m never fuckin satisfied
even something beautiful is monotone inside my eyes
sepia colored landscape of the desert made me wanna cry
but the blue haze of the ocean has never looked so fuckin dry
I look to the sky… I know there’s nothing there
I feel small like the grains of sand in my hair
And I can’t get em out, these thought’s of death
But I’ll cut my scalp and pick em out till there’s nothing’s left   

Uh

Now there ain’t nothing left, but Angry T
Oh young and restless me is more than just jazaa’iri
It’s everything that I can be, it’s everything that you can see
I’m young and free, I’m right in front of you
You make your judgments and I’ll see em through that’s what I’ll do
Cause every day it’s something new like comin up right out the blue
Now get in closer until you can feel the body heat
And my flame stay with you for like four or five fuckin weeks
Now can I get a spot of empathy? 
Lil bit of emotion from the people that are feelin me 
Be fuckin real with me, these insecurities
ain’t even 23 and I aint got no purity
you’re never sure of me, that’s all I need to worry me
and all the medicine in the world couldn’t cure me
your scent keeps lurin me and I keep coming back for more
cause maybe at my core I’m just a young and restless whore 
if we’re keeping score I probably already lost the game
and if we ain’t then nobody wins and that’s a fuckin shame
I destroy my name and show the world I can’t be tamed
I’m not the same as them I seek a different kind of fame
A new celebrity, no longevity
Incredibly and steadily letting go of brevity
That shit is dead to me, it’s in my memory
Everything looks red to me, with shades of emery

-Tarek

Saturday, October 13, 2012

False Astronomy

I've had these lyrics for a while now. I was looking for a good beat to lay them over. Mister Lies came through:

Listen here: http://soundcloud.com/angrytarek/false-astronomy-false

False Astronomy

My emotion is greater than the Atlantic Ocean
standing on a Spanish coast fixating on a notion
drink a little potion, lose a little focus
and collapse into the waves and disappear into the motion
Get up on my podium and talk shit like Imodium
like even if there was a God I’d probably never go to him
Cause I don’t think he’d like me, he’d probably try to fight me
and when I lose he’d cast my soul into hell to spite me
Saying my in sha’ allahs when I talk about the future is nothing but an exercise in Islamo-chic couture
I’m so fucking cultured
I got soul but I’m not a soldier
Relax in the galaxy of angry T chill with me
And lemme tell bout all this bull shit that’s been killin me
Long nights kept up by mosquito bites
I turn off the lights and tell myself that everything’s all right
Is it? Is angry tarek really worth a shit?
If success were for sale I'd probably try to purchase it
But I’m like college kids back-packing through Europe
Common, I know exactly how to get your pastor stirred up
Go on grab the stirrups and ride me in to the sunset
And strap in cause I ain’t even close to bein done yet
We ain’t had no fun yet, Like I ain’t even come yet

And there I go, that’s the climax
Imax, girls wear 3D glasses for my sex
Cause I’m an optical illusion
That’s an optimal conclusion for your confusion
Losing my mind as if I ever had a grip on it
Arrogant, like my shoulder got a chip on it
Flip on it, see this table leave a tip on it
And whether my glass half full or empty I still sip on it