Dec 09, 2008 00:44
This song is futuristic - so hardcore
Yo, T.S. Eliot, please shut the door
because modernism is so passe
the postmodern revolution is here to stay
In the house tonight 'cause of Frank Lloyd Wright
The bass goes "boom" like dynamite
Yo, Wright was a modernist-
I know that, but you can't rhyme "Bob Venturi" with dynamite-
See, it's Guernica pt. II when I storm the stage
I draw fans like Warhol draws soup cans on the page
Did I say postmodern?! Well that was a lie!
I've been post-post modern since junior high.
Ezra Pound can't stop me
(I'm on fire tonight)
Virginia Wolfe can't stop me, I'm on fire tonight
Joseph Conrad can't stop me
(I'm on fire tonight)
I excite the modernist mind like a ray of light
Franz Kafka can't stop me
(I'm on fire tonight)
Wallace Stevens can't stop me, I'm on fire tonight
e e cummings can't stop me
(I'm on fire tonight)
I've got postmodern game and it feels all right.
So, yeah. We're going to be called the Paramedics, because our rhymes so illin' they need penicillin, and we be takin it to 'em. Which.. which is implied by the name of our band. Anyway, so, we've already started laying some tracks down. Derek (DJ Atomsk, say that shit, biatch) is going to be putting a lot of his tax return towards getting us some decent sound equipment. We're going to get a mixer, some microphones, a decent guitar for him, some good sound equipment, as well as a couple turn-tables (!!) The last thing is for me. I'm going to go forage around for some vinyl I can scratch.
The band roll-call goes:
Me: (MC Killbot, I was kind of given this as a nickname recently by a DJ at work.)
Derek: (DJ Atomsk)
Ryan McFarland: (MC Farland)
MC Farland is so fucking Irish he's going to grow potatoes, it ain't even a joke. He got so many fucking potatoes, it'll blow your mind.
Derek (furthermore known as DJ Atomsk from this point on) and I are going to be doing a rap battle on Resident Evil vs. Silent Hill. He'll be going up on the beat with some motherfucking shit about Resident Evil, and I'll be laying down the shit on Silent Hill. Bitches, fuck yeah. Though, uh, we came to this conclusion really, really drunk.
It's cool, though. We're fine now and it still sounds cool.
So, for all my OKC peeps, we're going to be doing some practicing and shit and then we'll be trying to get into places like the Electrolounge and shit, hipster bars are probably the most open to the whole Nerdcore thing. Also, we'll need to set up a Myspace music page, and maybe a website. I'll leave that shit to Derek.
We're all going to find our niche for what we'll be rhyming about. I think I'll probably stick to romantic and modernist literature, and I kind of want to rap in iambic pentameter. Because, I mean, fuck. Who raps in fucking iambic pentameter?
DJ Atomsk is going to stick with video games. Resident Evil, Starcraft, shit like that. MC Farland's probably going to do some shit with World of Warcraft, word, bitches.
I got a high-level rogue
she's tight as shit
she brings the pain, all of it
and I'm raising Caine
and I'm the shit
with my stealth, motherfucker
there goes your health, motherfucker.
So, like. My background in poetry will probably help me make shit up really quick, probably. It's kind of like poetic masturbation to make up lyrics. The only problem is that DJ Atomsk and I kind of plan to make up some very dark lyrics, hopefully the MC will be cool with that.
Anyway, that's all. I need to move out of my apartment tomorrow, since I'm getting, like, evicted.
FUN!