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City: Louisville, KY / New Orleans
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Friday, January 09, 2009 
So I'm sitting in front of my makeshift Louisville studio (the laptop), listening to the beats and looking over the lyrics I have in mind thus far for the album and dang: as much as I thought I left Don Libido behind and am trying to live more positively these days (even working the Buddha-dharma into my life), this Brian Pelican material is far more dark/perverted/"wrong" than anything I did as that other guy. I wouldn't be surprised if I lose a few of those old Libido fans, honestly. Pelican isn't as playful as Libido.* But if I were the same Don Libido of a half-decade ago then what does that say about me? Shit, I don't even relate to the songs I recorded in '04 and '05 anymore.

I've always thought of music as a means of catharsis, that Libido and later Pelican are in some ways a personal exorcism for the Brian Lopez who has the day to day bullshit with which to deal. But then I find the music is- no major revelation- also a meditation. And when I focus upon some of the less savory thoughts that cross my mind, the darker parts of my past, the wrongs committed upon me and the cruel shit I've done to others, well, frankly the music inspires me to continue the cycle. What kind of catharsis is that? Not exactly an exorcism, eh, more so an invocation.

This music is also part of my legacy. How much will my kids understand that yes, while I did do an excessive amount of drugs and alcohol, that I have held grudges and hatred far beyond anything that would be even remotely productive, that I have hurt others simply because I could be a dick (I’ve had at least three people want to kill me- that is, I’m no stranger to death threats-I once would have bragged about that, now I find it shameful), that while my songs reflect this, this does not mean that I endorse hatred, that for the record I am not a misogynist, that I do believe people are basically good but oftentimes make all-too-human mistakes that fall under the umbrella of “evil,” that being positive does not equal being weak, that I’m better than the sum of my art?

Maybe I’m making too much of this. Maybe the little girl I’m playing father figure for will hear the songs I’ve recorded, read the words I’ve written and just get that I had and will still have some negativity issues, but that I’m also someone who strives for a little sunshine (it’s 3:15 AM and I’m working on a track called “Sunshine”…yep…a song about playing a game of one-on-one basketball with my girlfriend’s kid…is it group hug time yet?…don’t worry, I’m going to do an obligatory depraved sex song next week, promise).

And the beat goes on.

I’m going to post new songs on www.myspace.com/donlibido over the next several weeks (not just instrumental tracks in the works), including free downloads/exclusives. Check it out from time to time. Give me your opinion.

Side note: before writing this I listened to Ill Bill’s Hour of Reprisal album. In his song, Riva (dedicated to his daughter), he states: “I don’t give a fuck how gangster you think you are/ When you witness the birth of your first child it hits hard”. Something I have yet to witness, my biological kid’s birth, that is, but I think I get where he’s coming from.

*I tend to think of Don Libido as the happy, sarcastic, shit-talking drunk guy who’s looking for some easy ass and another beer the night before. Brian Pelican is the hangover and reflection the morning after.

Currently reading:
A Buddhist Bible
By Dwight Goddard
Wednesday, December 24, 2008 
Just posted the instrumental track for "Underdog Rock," a song on the upcoming solo album for 2009. I'm still new to making beats and this isn't the final cut by any means. Let me know what you think all the same.

Peace.
Currently listening:
Ghosts I - IV
By Nine Inch Nails
Release date: 2008-04-08
Saturday, December 20, 2008 
Below is the tentative track listing for what I plan on as my only solo album. This doesn't represent the totality of what I've written over the past few years and a good deal of it still requires excessive fine-tuning lyrically. But for what it's worth, THIS is the listing for the record. This represents my past five years of life, the ups and downs before and following Katrina, atonement, the travels from semi-theist to decidedly atheist, married to bachelor, friendships made and lost, the drug abuse and binge drinking to taking a break from the chaos and simply appreciating the beauty of life, so on and so on. I even do some gospel singing (and yeah, I have a decent singing voice, really).

I only have two guest appearances for emcees: Caligula and MC Hype. Originally I had planned on more guests, but I feel these two artists best reflect my mutation, for good and ill. Look their music up on myspace and I think you'll understand why.

I'm also doing my own beats. Keeping it percussion heavy and something that evokes the late 80s, early 90s. Be warned: I'm NOT particularly adept at production. But I want this to be something that is completely my own (aside from the aforementioned guest appearances). So if you think this is garbage when it comes out, well, I'm the one to blame.

Just had to step away from the whole process for a minute, here and write about it, instead. Recording this with the attitude that this will be my only album. Yeah, I have collaborations in mind for the future, but far as what is just me...well...here it is. What do I want to show for my life if I were to die tomorrow?

Bam. Still can't sleep.

Brian Pelican – Non Valide Pour Voyager

From floodlines to flatlines… (John the Revelator) (Intro)
Underdog Rock
We Didn’t Warn You
Futon (The Rooster)
Baton Rouge
Handsome Willy's Advertisement
Non Valide Pour Voyager (Dedicated to Bionik Brown, R.I.P.)
Ungodly (feat. Caligula)
November Dogs (Scorpio, Scorpio)
Jersey Carnival (feat. MC Hype of the Jersey Bound Trunk Crew)
Decatur Heretics (Aderol Breakfast)
Paper Tigers
Fatalism (We Got)
Abrasive Angel Dusted
Veruca Fault
Trifling (Live @ The Peach Kitten Lounge)
Promo NOLA
Past Living (Do Not Resuscitate)
Sunshine
Currently listening:
Volume One
By She & Him
Release date: 2008-03-18
Friday, December 12, 2008 
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Thursday, May 01, 2008 

Current mood:  stoked
Category: Music
[Brian's note: I met J Trek- from Oklahoma City- via the web a few months back. He got in touch with me concerning an online Hip Hop magazine he planned to start, featuring interviews with rap music artists who were largely unknown but who represented far more what Hip Hop "is" than what it appears to be. I sent him a few of my unreleased songs, we did some email exchange back and forth and about a month and a half ago he called me- while I was drinking- to conduct an interview. The following is more or less what you'll see on his upcoming website]

The Pelican Brief: An Interview With New Orleans' Brian Pelican

By J Trek

JT: Alright, so first thing is first; when I first contacted you about an interview, you were calling yourself Don Libido. What's with the name change?

BP: Don Libido is dead, long live Don Libido. I'll tell you, man, there was hella time that passed that I thought I'd never drop the Libido name. But the name reflects a phase in my life, all as an artist, asshole, cat too over concerned about shit that kept me away from recording and performing. That is, dude, I can't even lie: the past couple of years for me have been a cycle of drugs, alcohol and emotionally unstable, wait, scratch that, just plain fucked up women. I have stories. STD and pregnancy scares, stalkers, chicks still stuck on their ex's so they betray you, eh, you know, right? I'm cleaning up my act and actions, now. Not that I'm pretending to be something that I'm not. I'm just trying to bring the right kind of energy out and reach people who I can build with, though it may not seem like it on the surface. I've been wearing my heart on the sleeve lately with songs and sometimes that shit is ugly. Hopefully some people out there will get the beauty in that. And as it goes, I still have one project left to record under that alias of Don Libido. That's with my brother, Caligula. The group is called Libigula, the name being a combination of both of our emcee names. That's going to be my swan song as Libido.

JT: I respect that. But does that mean there will be no more songs that reflect a life that's kind of low life? No more songs about sex with fucked up women and so drunk you don't know where you were the night before?

BP: Songs like that may be inevitable. I mean, just being human, fuck ups are likely. And you know, I'm not even so sure that presenting myself as something "ideal" is the ideal way to present myself musically. Especially in Hip Hop. There's so much still riding on "keeping it real," a decade plus after that shit became popular. Fuck, I hate that phrase. How am I able to do anything but keep it real? Even if I do a song that's entirely fiction, I still have the mundane shit and general madness to deal with once I leave the studio. How's about I record complete bullshit about my life? Let's keep it bullshit, brah. I'm gonna record an album just about fucking triple titty, quadruple pussy, AIDS infected baboons from the planet Pluto and do it all straight-faced.

JT: Pluto's not a planet anymore, man. Read your science books. You're not keeping it real.

BP: [laughs] Exactly. I'm just ranting, man. Cool?

JT: Cool. Go ahead.

BP: You meet me at a bar, at some bullshit club, whatever, I'm still Brian. You can be some douchebag and have issues with your own perceptions of me, gassed off your insecurities, try to start a fight or whatever. Or just hang out, have a beer and shoot the shit with me. I have my own day to day hustle to deal with, you know? Let's avoid the stress. Hi, I'm Brian, pleased to make your acquaintance.

JT: That's real, man. So there are people locally who have issues with you?

BP: Eh, not so much at the moment. Maybe one or two guys. I don't know, man. I keep my life pretty basic right now. Not trying to start or welcome shit from anybody. I have my regular hangout spots like Handsome Willys. Plug, plug. I drink a few beers, spend time with friends, watch the Hornets ball, deal with what I must to survive and so on. My life is so just like the average cat. Never really on some better than you shit. I just like to create, be it music or writing.

JT: Yeah, but who wants to hear songs about being Joe Average?

BP: Sometimes people want to listen to something they can relate to, sometimes they're just looking to be entertained. I think I'm pretty adept at both, even giving a creative interpretation of my reality in song. You remember how NWA was able to get away with recording songs about a life they did not live? Their whole angle was that they were just essentially reporting what they witnessed from the streets? So I understand. Well, let's say I maybe, MAYBE lived a life that far more reflects my reality than what NWA was recording about their respective lives, and then decide to record songs about my life. Maybe that's what the Brian Pelican songs are now. Maybe.

JT: So you have issues with NWA and groups like that, that had and have the whole "street reporter" angle and aren't reporting from personal experience?

BP: Not at all. I have a ton of respect for all those NWA cats, specifically. What they did was art. The subsequent wannabe NWAs that spawned from their creation of "gangsta rap," eh, most of them blew. There was nothing added to the mix, just the same tired shit rehashed. That's the garbage I have a problem with nowadays. Some artists, such as DJ Quik, AMG, MC Eiht, Hi-C and Snoop Dogg of course and a few others who are slipping my memory right now did something a little different, something creative, able to add a little something to the genre of gangsta rap and make their own distinct voice. That's hella cool. My point is, even if you're keeping it not-so-real but still have something creative, dynamic, mutant to bring out musically, then that's fucking awesome. That's magic. That said, most rap music is utter fucking garbage, not just gangsta shit, but shit in general. And it's been like that for years. But that ain't Hip Hop. I feel like an old man some days, dude, always wanting to complain about how shit was better way back when. But I promise you I'm not going to do one of those kind of songs.

JT: Yeah man, I'm fucking tired of hearing the slew of "back in the day" songs. I'm going to bitch slap the next emcee who does some nostalgic bullshit.

BP: [laughs] Uh, yeah, I understand. I have a few friends/acquaintances who have recorded songs like that, but I'm not about to get on their case about doing those kind of songs. We use music to get our issues out. If what they did helps them as artists, cool.

JT: Do you feel like what you do is original?

BP: I'm not so sure there is an original idea out there, but I think any and every concept can be mutated and made new. I won't say there's nobody who sounds like me, but if that emcee exists, I haven't met him. I feel pretty fucking original.

JT: I listened to the songs you have online and the few you sent me privately, and yeah man, I'll give you that. You don't sound like anybody else I can think of, well, except Paul Barman and Del.

BP: [pause, then laughs] Fuck. Ah, whatever! Being compared to so and so is inevitable when being reviewed by critics. Fuck it. Either you dig what I'm doing or don't support it. Simple, really.

JT: Okay, so I did a bit of research on you before this interview, including thoroughly researching your MySpace music profile and reading your only interview you have posted there in the blog. So I have some questions, dude.

BP: Alright, shoot, killer.

JT: What's up with you and women? No offense, man, but you kind of come across as more of a bitch than Atmosphere. Again, no offense, but that's my initial reaction to you.

BP: No offense taken. I can kind of get where you're coming from. It's funny you mention Atmosphere, too, but I don't feel like going into it, here. My weakness, I guess. Shit, I don't know, man. I think writing about women I've cared for and who may or may not have fucked me over makes for a more interesting song than if I'm talking about, eh, some guy I got into a fight with or whatever. Just doesn't interest me.

JT: So do you have a significant other at the moment?

BP: Nah, I haven't been with anyone for the past couple of years now who I'd consider a partner. A couple close calls, women I would have sacrificed my single status for and who managed to fuck with my head far too seriously to the point I'm doing really stupid shit, but eh, whatever. I'm not bitter. Not really. The world has moved on. And that's all material for more songs.

JT: So what do you look for physically and mentally in a woman?

BP: Where you going with this?

JT: Why the defense? You're an open book, right?

BP: Yeah. [sighs] I keep on thinking I'm going to meet this chick between 5'2" to 5'4" and has hazel or brown eyes, brunette, wears glasses, could be vegetarian but is cool with me loving that pork and cattle, heath conscious enough but drinks beer as a religion, appreciates Hip Hop, overall liberal but gets why I'm registered as a Republican- because it's a JOKE- bisexual so she can understand my misogynistic moments because of her own history with women, eh, someone game for a weekend road trip through the South to embrace this part of America or whatever, just spontaneous travel, but also could just do an evening of hanging out at my place with no plans, drinking boxed wine and watching Terry Gilliam movies. Or maybe David Lynch shit, just to be pissed off at the nonsense that asshole makes.

JT: That's still a bit specific.

BP: Yeah. I know. I don't think "she" exists, really. Honestly, I'm happy with someone who gets me, period. I have my issues and quirks after 30 plus years of programming from the world around me.

JT: Hmmm [extended pause]

BP: Hey, you asked, man. Wait , this is supposed to be some Hip Hop interview, right?

JT: Yeah, so ummm, which artists are you working with right now in New Orleans?

BP: Primarily it's me and Tony Skratchere for our group, The Slick Bastards. The projects we have up and coming are going to blow the ass out your panties. I've been talking with The Able Chris for a while now about doing a few songs. Far as I'm concerned that shit is guaranteed. Same thing with ATM and C.O. from Slang Angus. I think we're just so caught up in our own lives that setting aside that time to record is always an issue. I really want to hit Texas in the near future and turn out a few songs with Blaknificent, who- no disrespect to other producers I know- is the tightest most gets the essence of boom bap cat I know. Blaknif is Hip Hop. Of course there's the Libigula album with Caligula, which I mentioned already. I'm also just working to put out my solo album as Brian Pelican, called "Non Valide Pour Voyager."

JT: Non valide pour voyager. Am I pronouncing that right?

BP: Fuck if I know. I butcher French.

JT: What's with that name for your album?

BP: It sums up my life. It's French for "not valid for travel." Those were the words printed on my rejection papers from Canadian Immigration. Back in December, 2007, I planned on visiting a friend in Canada, but due to my criminal record for some bullshit I did in New Orleans- per the Canadian Criminal Code- I am considered a felon. I thought it was just a misdemeanor and didn't think anything about my arrest in NOLA last year when I travelled up there. So, yeah, I broke the law in the United States, but I paid my dues. I went to OPP [editor's note: OPP means 'Orleans Parish Prison' and has nothing to do with the Naughty By Nature song], paid my fucking fine. But it didn't matter. They wouldn't let me in that fucking country. Even the U.S. Border Patrol dude thought my rejection was bullshit given my crime. But as it goes, man, I'm not allowed to step a foot within Canada or I will be arrested and some moose will make me his bitch. I can't even visit for five years and don't have the option to become a citizen of Canada until I'm 42 or something.

JT: Were you looking to expatriate to Canada?

BP: Yeah, that was my plan. I love New Orleans. I mean, I'm obsessed with the city but shit has been different since… you know, in a way that I didn't feel was a supplement to my sanity. So, yeah, I felt the need to head out for a while. Take a breather and be Canadian. Even had it in me to start up a New Orleans Hip Hop scene in Canada, get a few of the cats I know here to move to Vancouver or Toronto and make music.

JT: That would have been cool, man. I like the whole idea of transplanting an entirely foreign Hip Hop scene. And just see what happens…

BP: Yeah, that was the concept. But I can't go there. But you know, being regulated to New Orleans has given me a new perspective, really. You know where you're truly welcome and adapt to that. New Orleans will always love me, even when she's having one of her episodes.

JT: So are there any non-New Orleanian Hip Hop artists that you're checking for and if given the opportunity would work with?

BP: Well, first I must mention MC Hype of the Jersey Bound Trunk Crew. You gotta check out his music, seriously. He's one of the couple people I've met online who I'd really like to work with. I definitely want to see a collab on my album. There aren't too many new or relatively new Hip Hop artists I'm checking for. For the most part, eh, most of the cats who have come out over the past ten to fifteen years don't pique my interest. I mean, dude, seriously, I still listen to Kool Moe Dee and Jungle Brothers like that's the new shit. That said, I've really been into Tech N9ne, Z-Man, Hangar 18, really dig Camu Tao, El-P, Little Brother, MF Grimm, Slaine and La Coka Nostra, umm, damn, I'm trying to think of the recent Hip Hop I've been listening to and am getting a major blank space. I think I listen to more Blues these days.

JT: Any last words, shout outs, advice?

BP: Uh, the Hornets will be the 2008 NBA Champions. Eat your veggies, wear a condom when making sweet love and spit on Ray Nagin, often. Oh, and despite the high murder rate and crime in general, New Orleans is still the greatest city in the United States, and if you don't agree I'll fucking kill you. I need another beer.
Friday, December 28, 2007 

Current mood:  artistic
Category: Goals, Plans, Hopes
Planned to start this final blog of 2007 by thanking a few key souls who made this past year bearable and even fun at times, but then, hell, you know who you are. If you've been privy to moments of TMI on my part and given your dos pesos on the matter, and/or had a late night and likely drunken conversation with me at a bar or over the phone, and/or prevented me from committing a major felony and thus kept me from a definite life sentence at Angola, and/or renewed a friendship after a failed go at dating, and/or plan to marry this upcoming Summer, and/or with whom I was arrested and did time in Orleans Parish Prison, and/or became my new deejay and frankly my best friend, and/or planned to visit and drink beer and demand mischief in Canada, and/or played tour guide and partner in crime in Seattle, and/or, well, you get the point. Thank ya, thank ya, thank ya. And I mean that. However I might return the favor of simply knowing YOU exist, please let me know.

Then I planned on listing a few fuck yous to a truly narcissistic hot and cold "friend"/cock tease/pseudo intellectual/condescending twat, a few vampires, Canadian Immigration, politicians, frat boys, ex boyfriends of women I dated, Louisiana State Troopers, skinheads and so on. But eh, maybe they should be in the "thank you" category, too. After all, wouldn't be who I am now without a few bruises, no?

This is my final day of work at my current job. Later on today I'll be packing up all my belongings and leaving this office permanently, I suppose, unless this particular department reopens with new contracts and my services are once more required. But I'm not holding my breath.

In the meantime, shit, I start my new job- in the same building- on January 2nd and from what I understand, I won't have much free time to fuck around online. So my blog entries may be a little less frequent, at least for the first month of 2008 as I adjust to my new position. Still a cubicle troll for the time being.

Anyhow, it's been a strange year to write the least. Not as "bad" or threatening to my mortality as 2005 or 2006, but there was a fair share of heartache, joy, adventures, laughter, new friendships, insanity, travel and most importantly revelation that made the past 12 months quite memorable.

It may have been my final solid year of living in New Orleans. But then again, maybe not…

As I write this, well, the plan looks like: get a pardon from the Canadian consulate in New Orleans and still relocate up North, eventually, but maybe in the meantime I'll move to Seattle for a while. Seattle was pretty fucking cool. Frankly, I think I could use a change of pace from the cruel mistress that is New Orleans. Though I stress I still love her.

And now that I'm a member of a Mardi Gras krewe, I feel a new passion for the city. I've felt like an outsider for so long since things here changed, but now with THE SEASON fast approaching, planning my costuming, playing tour guide and host to out of town friends again, just being local has me vibing off of NOLA's geist again and I'm charged, inspired, happy.

Quite.

As for how I'll spend ringing in the New Year: will likely be at Handsome Willy's and drink and eat and be merry with a few present friends and maybe a few friends I'll make by January 1st, 2008. I'll have stories to share come next week, I'm sure.

Tick, tock, tick…watching the work clock. Still here for a few more hours. Should probably start cleaning out my desk. Yep.

Other random thoughts:

"Amen!" regarding the article to be found on the link below. Pretty much sums up my feelings regarding the present day Anarchist Movement:

www.crimethinc.com/texts/se...sfuck.php

Incidentally, I am not an Anarchist, but partial to the ideology (nowadays I think, shit, if I had to be labeled it would be Far Left Republican, but that doesn't make much sense now does it?). I highly recommend reading the CrimethInc. book Days of War, Nights of Love. Contains essays and art to make you think. Beautiful stuff, really.

Speaking of reading, I've been reading a little on Napoleon Bonaparte this week and feel like sharing some of my favorite quotes attributed to him:

"Death is nothing; but to live defeated and inglorious is to die daily."

"Glory is fleeting, but obscurity is forever."

"History is the version of past events that people have decided to agree upon."

"In politics, absurdity is not a handicap."

"It is the cause, not the death that makes the martyr."

"Never interrupt your enemy when he is making a mistake."

"The best way to keep one's word is not to give it."

And my two favorites…

"Religion is what keeps the poor from murdering the rich."

"Religion is excellent stuff for keeping common people quiet."

But getting back to the New Year; I don't like making New Years resolutions (mostly because I rarely follow through on any of them), so I will just address my hopes for 2008:

*That I will have less bullshit upon which to stress. Seriously, 2005-07 have been fucking hellbeasts.

*That the book I'm writing will be complete and picked up by a publisher.

*That the musical projects I've been working on and will soon execute will be released to the general public.

*That my travels will provide further inspiration.

*That no mentally unstable woman will become a romantic interest and end up boiling my parakeets and/or kill me.

Reckon that's about it. So in closing 2007, shit, I hope all the kind souls, muses and perverts who read what little I write are safe, happy and loved.

Alright, off to clean out my desk.
Currently listening:
Holy Cow!: The Very Best of Lee Dorsey
By Lee Dorsey
Release date: 29 August, 2006
Monday, October 22, 2007 

Current mood:  sore
Category: Parties and Nightlife

On Friday night (actually around 3 AM on Saturday morning) I was jumped by three skinheads while riding my bicycle through the French Quarter on Iberville and Burgundy. They didn't give warning, simply ran up on me as I was pedaling and punched me off my bike. They then proceeded to kick my ribs and crushed my glasses. As they ran off one of them yelled, "Yeah, what are you gonna do about it, bitch?!"


There were onlookers who did nothing and only one girl helped me try and find a lens from the broken glasses as I was pretty much blind. I asked several people to help me find a cop. I received no assistance. One person told me, "Oh, you're drunk, man, you need to go home." I had only been drinking soda all night.
 

I filed a police report but didn't have much to give them:
 

Three Caucasian males, height between 5'7"-5'9", all had shaved heads and one wore a grey hoodie with "Mississippi" printed across the front.
 

While I'm not a big guy, I do know some self-defense and am normally very aware of my surroundings. This incident was completely non-provoked and I was given no opportunity to defend myself. This also took place in front of several others. I felt no danger being there until the first punch.


I was robbed of nothing, just beat for the sake of getting beaten.


I spoke with a bartender friend after the incident and was informed that something of a similar nature happened a few weeks earlier involving the same type of assailants to a friend of his.  


Whatever inclination I had to remain in New Orleans has passed. I'm moving to Canada ASAP.

Tuesday, September 18, 2007 

Category: Movies, TV, Celebrities

While I have friends who were born and raised here that would disagree, I feel that I am very much a local and have earned my right to say that I am from New Orleans. I'm super critical regarding how outsiders portray the city, and am guilty of knit picking films shot here to the point of being silly.

 

That said, K-Ville could have been much worse and in fact, shit, I kind of enjoyed it. There were a few times I groaned and there were a couple stereotypes that were laughable, but to be fair, I went into watching the series premiere last night partially wanting to tear it apart. I confess that I feel nobody has the right to tell a story about or that takes place in New Orleans unless they are from here.

 

But the show's writers did enough research to keep major no-no's out of the story. For example, I expected half the city to be portrayed as Cajun. And wow, not one Cajun to be found in the NOPD. Kudos on that. I also expected there to be quite a few "locals" with stereotypical Southern accents. And nope, not one. That really impressed me. Shit, I don't ask for much, here. Just because New Orleans is part of the South, nope, nobody around here sounds "Southern." For that matter, nobody is sitting in a rocking chair on their front porch drinking a mint julep or tea or lemonade.

 

Maybe a beer. But I digress.

 

I'm grateful that no character on the show referred to New Orleans as "K-Ville," because nobody here does. Ever. Period. Locals do not and will not call it K-Ville. The name is silly. We already have so many other names for New Orleans: The Big Easy, The Crescent City, New Atlantis, etc. No need to add "K-Ville" to the list of AKAs.

 

The lead actor, Anthony Anderson, who plays the part of Marlin Boulet, was convincing as someone who was born and raised here and works for the NOPD. And I've known a few officers who drink on the job, so yeah, that Boulet pounds a few while working is quite believable.

 

Boulet's partner, Trevor Cobb (played by Cole Hauser) wasn't as believable, however, mostly because the whole angle that Cobb has this dark past is a little too melodramatic. The tension between Cobb and Boulet is unnecessary. The show will work better if that conflict is resolved early on.

 

My knit picking:

 

* The opening car chase scene starts off in the Quarter, then BAM, they're in hot pursuit in Algiers just under the Crescent City Connection, then BAM, just outside of the Quarter where the getaway car flips over. At least it wasn't as bad as the chase scene in Déjà Vu. And really, car chase scenes and leaps from one area of the city to another for sake of action continuity is forgivable.

 

* Marlin Boulet can't get enough of that local cuisine! In one of the early scenes, he just happens to be making himself a po boy in his kitchen, just before running outside his place to stop a local kid from stealing one of his trees, then talks about the "gumbo party" later on in week. What's a "gumbo party"? I've been living here for eight years and never heard of a gumbo party. Also, Boulet asks his partner to drive him to some restaurant to get the best gumbo in the city, which he needs in order to think the case over (gumbo for Boulet is like spinach for Popeye). Ummm, sure. Again though, eh, forgivable really. Next week, he has to put hot sauce on everything he eats. But ummm, actually that's very forgivable as I put hot sauce on everything I eat, so, uh, yeah…

 

There were a few other things, but I'm too lazy to write about something I'm not getting paid to do. Besides, I'm sure there are dozens of bits in K-Ville that other locals could criticize to death.

 

Elements of the series strike me as being like any other cop show. But the acting is decent and the storyline has potential. I hope it helps generate more business for the city, gives my acting friends job opportunities and shows the rest of the nation that we're still fucked here. Out of four stars, hmmm, I'll give it a three and my stamp of approval. I'll continue watching and recommend you do the same.

Currently listening:
From the Corner to the Block
By Galactic
Release date: 21 August, 2007
Friday, September 14, 2007 

Category: Religion and Philosophy

The following is an interview I had this week with the NOLA Hip Hop Revival Project, posted on their myspace page at http://blog.myspace.com/nolahiphoprevival

Anyhow, check it out, leave comments, support the movement

Yep.

Don Libido Interview: "Hip Hop is meant to be a mutant"

So, in my first months in NOLA, I ended up meeting this cat through a couple of friends in the back of a coffee shop I frequent, drinking whiskey. Turns out that he happened to be one of the most talented MC's I've been honored to hear. Check out what my man, Don Libido, has to say about Hip~Hop and his up~and~coming in the art...

D~Funk't: So being originally from
Los Angeles what brought you all the way down here?

Don Libido: My girlfriend at the time- in '99- has a sister who lives in
Biloxi. She visited her sister every several months and of course during those visits there was the obligatory stop through New Orleans. While we were together, she made it understood that she wanted to relocate to the Crescent City. I definitely felt that need for a change of pace, so during Mardi Gras of 1999 she and I made a trip to New Orleans and I was able to get a feel for this piece of the Dirty South. I fell in love with NOLA then and knew I found my new home. By November of that same year she and I moved from Cali, getting an apartment in the Quarter just off the corner of Barracks and Decatur. I regret nothing about moving from the West Coast. After all these years and trauma, I love Los Angeles, but my heart is in the Big Easy.


DFX: How long have you been Emceeing and where did you come up with your name?

DL: I've been into Hip Hop for about two thirds of my life. But my awakening to emcee was when I heard Kool Moe Dee's "How You Like Me Now" back in '87. I still listen to that album today. I wrote some bullshit rhymes then, you know, just imitating the cats who were hot at the time. But yeah, I started as an "artist" as DJ Dyse in 1989 as part of Tricky Tee and The Royal Tee Posse. The whole Royal Tee Posse thing was some bullshit, though and Tricky Tee was a douchebag and backstabbing bitch. But I'm not bitter or hold grudges or anything. That said, I was just geeked about being part of a crew. Obviously, that didn't work out. In high school me and my best friend, Brian Bello, started up the Deadeye Flock. We recorded some shit over other people's beats. Did pause button mixtapes. I went through several emcee names then, none of which I wish to share here.

In college I met up with this cat Alex who went by MC Sketch. He and I formed a group called Left of Center and my emcee name then was Segue. It was cool working with him but neither of us had any set direction. I think we were just so pissed off at the status quo we were happy to meet another soul who just wanted to do Hip Hop for Hip Hop's sake. We recorded a couple of songs, but broke up basically over creative differences. After some disillusionment working college radio Hip Hop promotions at American Records, I decided to retire as an emcee. I then met the girl who led me to
New Orleans and yeah, that was that.

Then in 2004 I met Blaknificent at a temp office job. He and I rode the ferry from
Algiers to the Canal Street port every afternoon. Started talking. During one of those conversations we discussed Hip Hop. He mentioned he was a deejay and made some beats. I said I once emceed. We clicked. I think he was looking for someone new to work with who felt the same way about Hip Hop. And I was just some cat unfulfilled with the mundane job and needed a means of artistic expression. He passed along a few beats my way just to see what I could write to what he had. I wrote some shit that lit a fire under his ass. He started making beats specifically for me and made me want to up my game lyrically. We had a good working chemistry like that.

My name, Don Libido, started off as a joke, really. I thought about what would be the most egotistical, shallow yet dope name I could imagine. Blaknificent asked me one night what I wanted to call myself and "Don Libido" was my first response. Wanted to change it initially, but that shit caught on. Works for self-promotion, looks great on t-shirts and panties. And then I really became Don Libido, more so than I would have liked. But that's a story for another time.



DFX: Tell me about your relationship with Blaknificent

DL: Blaknificent was my deejay and exclusive producer of the early Don Libido material. Almost all of the pre-Katrina shows I had were with him as my support. He has a good ear for music and isn't afraid to let you know when you sound like shit, either. He's also one of my best friends and I will always have his back. In fact, if I were about to become a father, I would ask him to be one of the godparents. He is a good soul and a real man. If he still lived in
New Orleans, I'm positive he and I would still be recording songs and doing shows together. After Katrina, he had to relocate to Houston and look out for him and his family and I respect that. You have to take care of yourself and your wife and kid first. We are New Orleans Hip Hop, but Hip Hop isn't something you have to keep to a specific region. He is doing his thing in Texas and if I moved out there we'd make it happen again. But we each got our lives to live and I'm still in New Orleans and likely headed to Canada. Blaknif and I are still going to record songs and when we have the opportunity we'll do shows together. He's family. Period. No matter where in the world he and I might live.



DFX: How did you get hooked up with Good Children Records?

DL: Good Children Records is more of a vanity label, started up by blues guitarist John Mark Turner and I. We just wanted something set up in case what he and I recorded had play on commercial radio and for legality's sake we had to be concerned over getting paid for that play. I'm presently talking to a couple record labels about album distribution.


DFX: Your bio talks about how you came down here in '99 and was "appalled by rap coming from the mainstream and the underground", what exactly had you feeling this way?

DL: When I moved to
New Orleans, hell, I wasn't even really listening to Hip Hop at that point. The period that inspired me the most was dead and over, so I felt. And what I heard around the turn of the century didn't interest me. My influences really come from about 1987 through 1996. With a few exceptions, the artists who blew up following '96 really didn't inspire me, didn't light a fire under my ass, didn't concern me in the slightest. Seemed like there was a train of some generic bullshit artists, post "G-Funk Era" crap. If I hadn't met Blaknificent, who wanted to record songs that captured the spirit of what we held as the Golden Era, well, I don't think I ever would have returned to the microphone.


DFX: Describe your relationship with Hip-Hop from when it started to how you feel about the current state of our lost art.

DL: My earliest influences far as Hip Hop music goes were Run DMC, Kool Moe Dee, LL Cool J, Public Enemy, Boogie Down Productions and the Beastie Boys. I have clear memories of mimicking their lyrics and gesticulating like a big time rapper guy when I was 11 or so. Started off as more of just a supporter through buying the tapes and especially the vinyl. However, Hip Hop has been such an important part of my life, a means of escape, a way to heal and to learn, that it naturally became a means of self-development. And so I switched from just a supporter via capital to an artistic contributor. I was probably about 14 at the time. And it has been a bizarre world ever since.

I hasten to add that I don't think our art is lost. The parameters of what we regard as Hip Hop just need to be reset. We can't let corporations or anyone foreign to the culture decide what Hip Hop is. And I see the art is alive and well in my fellow emcees and deejays. So long as we're here Hip Hop music can't be dead or lost. There's nothing we can do about what some bullshit record label or individual "artist" does so far as releasing mediocrity aside from not support it. Don't buy the records, don't see the shows. But more importantly, do give heavy support to your local underground artists! Fuck getting on the "guest list" or expecting a free CD or t-shirt just because you're friends with the emcee outside of the music scene. As cliché as this sounds, all we got is us. Sorry, love, but just because we fucked or did blow together way back when doesn't entitle you to a free Don Libido CD.


DFX: What inspires you to keep writing?

DL: Women. Half of my debut solo album, The Under the Influence Sessions, is about women I have loved, lusted for and lost. Kind of a blues record, really. There's this song "Hydrocodone," which isn't about the pill but about a girl who was my pain killer when times were harsh. Sex with her was always mind blowing and therapeutic. Hope she's reading this right now and might be inclined to call me. Hint, hint. Then there are songs like "Abrasive Angel Dusted," "Futon" and "Trifling (Live @ The Peach Kitten Lounge)" that are about someone who was my best friend and an amazing sexual partner. As free spirited as I am sexually, I would've been loyal to her no question. We broke up due to complications. Nowadays we don't even speak, but she remains a muse nevertheless. Hell, I still love her. Crazy, that.

Then there are the drugs, alcohol, lapses of sanity and
New Orleans that have been my influence. I feel like some of the best shit I've written and recorded was when I was drunk, fucked up on cocaine or on a bipolar roller coaster ride through the city. However, I'm doing a bit of a detox now- limiting alcohol drinking to weekends and am abstaining from sex and red meat for 60 days- and I quit cocaine altogether. There was this one night where I came really close to publicly pistol whipping the shit out of some guy for insulting this girl I was hanging out with. Cocaine and firearms do not mix, especially with machismo. When I came to my senses I knew I had to stop it with the nose candy.

The other local emcees inspire me to no end, too. I'm blessed to be surrounded by so much talent. I mean, where else in the country are you going to get so much diversity and skill as what you have with Know One, The Able Chris, Truth Universal, Soapbox, D.O.N., Caligula or Impulss? The list goes on and on. And take Impulss as a prime example. Mark my words: that dude is going to blow up on a national scale. That shit is inevitable. These cats redefine and direct the game of Gulf Coast Hip Hop music. I'm honored to have my name associated with them and feel there's a Golden Age renaissance going on here and now.

DFX: When was the 1st time you realized Hip~Hop was getting too commercial?

DL: I remember some television ad for, I think it was Fruity Pebbles, and Fred Flintstone and Barney Rubble are rapping about breakfast cereal, wearing dookie gold chains and I thought, "Wow, what is this shit?!" And I think- not necessarily that specific commercial but that advertising trend- set a divide between Hip Hop music and what is commercial rap, or ©rap. As it goes, I don't have a problem with people using rap music as a means to sell products per se and if a corporation paid me to perform a jingle for something I support, I'd do it in a heartbeat. I just wouldn't call it Hip Hop. It's like that KRS One saying goes: rap is something you do, Hip Hop is something you live. That said, rap music is an effective means of conveying easily understood messages to simple minded people, which- hell, let's face it- are most Americans. When I saw Rakim rhyming about some football video game recently for a television ad I thought, "Oh hell yeah! I'd do the same exact thing."

DFX: Where do you think Hip~Hop will be in the next ten years?

DL: Hip Hop will be something I don't necessarily recognize as Hip Hop if things go well. Hip Hop is meant to be a mutant, the music is largely a youth culture, really, and the cats coming up now are going to be the ones defining it after I step away from the mic. I'm leaving my impression now and hope it influences others, but it's like my brother Caligula said, "Nobody wants to see an old rapper on stage." I'm doing this shit now and will bow out gracefully when the time is right.

DFX: As far as
New Orleans, what ways do you think that we can bring a traditional hip hop scene back to the light?

DL: I think what Impulss was doing with the emcee battles last year and earlier this year and the shows put on by the Guerilla Publishing Co., Soapbox, Private Pile, DJ Skratchmo and The Able Chris at Kajuns Pub and the Hi Ho Lounge are definitely keeping things lively here for a traditional Hip Hop scene. Additionally, DJs Tony Skratchere and Beverly Skillz are holding things down with a Hip Hop night every Friday at Handsome Willies. We really need to work on expanding the demographic, though. Getting the word out to more than the regular supporters is essential. I always see more or less the same crowd at most shows and weeklies. And while it's cool that there are cats giving constant support, we need more people for the scene to thrive. I'm happy to do street team for free- of course- for any of these guys as well as other local Hip Hop artists. I'm definitely open to suggestions on ways to expand, too.

DFX: What do you think Hip~Hop can do to revive
New Orleans?

DL: Local Hip Hop artists have an obligation to use both music and graffiti art as a political tool. Get the word out about what incompetent and uncaring douchebags we have on both the state and federal level. And I mean use Hip Hop to call out everyone from that piece of shit Attorney General Charles Foti and what he did to Dr. Anna Pou to George W. Bush, who only comes through the post-Katrina
Gulf Coast for photo ops. DJ Beverly Skillz hipped me to this article on rebuilding New Orleans in the August issue of National Geographic- which by the way should be essential reading for everyone- and we have a duty as artists to make it clear what the conditions are like and what we need as citizens of the United States. As it stands now, I'm so fucking disgusted with the American government that I'm looking to expatriate to Canada within a few years. Who knows, I may be representing Vancouver by 2012.

DFX: Who are some of the artists you have collaborated with in
New Orleans?

DL: Well, obviously I've worked with Blaknificent. I've recorded with guitarist/producer John Mark Turner and worked with MCs Impulss and The Able Chris, DJs EF Cuttin', Quickie Mart and Skratchmo. I've also done a couple recordings with electro clash artist MC Shellshock!

DFX: Anyone you haven't callabo'ed with you would like to?

DL: Soapbox and I have been talking for a while about doing a song. One of these days we'll get around to it. Something political. Same thing with Know One, maybe he and I'll do a love song about nymphomaniac soccer moms. Slang Angus put out an amazing album recently and I hope to record something with the lead vocalist in that group, C.O. While I never see it happening, it would be hella cool to work with Mannie Fresh. I have a ton of respect for Mannie as a producer and businessman. I'd like to work with Prospekt. That cat has some sick ass beats. I'd also love to record with several non-Hip Hop artists and bands in New Orleans as well, namely the Zydepunks, Liquidrone and the White Bitch, if they're available and interested.

DFX: Any current projects or upcoming shows?

DL: Going to wrap up my solo album, The Under the Influence Sessions, with the help of Impulss and The Able Chris on production and ideally have that out before the end of this year. My focus for late 2007 through 2008 though is promoting and recording with my partner DJ Tony Skratchere for our group, The Slick Bastards. Our album is called The Crawfish Circuit, and our mission with this project is simple: to bring some good old fashioned used car salesman chutzpah sleaze and lowlife hustle to Hip Hop. I'm also set to appear on Tony Skratchere's Levee Breaks Mixtape, which I'll go right out now and say will be the raddest throwback mix you'll ever hear, promise. I should be recording something with ATM, who is one of the sickest freestyle lyricists in
New Orleans and my money is on him anytime there's a battle. I should be recording with vocalist Rita LaGrange of Mark Twain's Magical Moustache Ride and TRASH TRASH TRASH, and that'll be awesome. In a few months I'm headed up to New York to record a couple tracks with Bi®d, who is from New Orleans but has been doing his thing in Brooklyn for a while, now, and hopefully get some music done with MC Hype of the Jersey Bound Trunk Crew. Lastly, me and Caligula should be recording together on some intellectual 2 Live Crew vibe, music for strippers and sluts with MENSA brains to dance and fuck to and maybe even work on directing a couple porno films with him. I feel both Caligula and I have a good sense and vision for making high quality yet utterly sleazy and depraved video nasty.

DFX: From your start, five most influential people in Hip-Hop, in your opinion.

DL: Ah, from my start. Well, there are my personal influences and then there are those cats who shaped Hip Hop on the whole. On a personal level as just a lyricist: Big Daddy Kane, Kool Moe Dee, Kool G. Rap, Dres of Black Sheep and Bosco Money. Far as those who shaped Hip Hop music as a whole: KRS One, DJ Q-Bert, Public Enemy, Dr. Dre and Jay Z.

DFX: I ask everyone, can we get a shout~out for the hip hop project?

DL: Definitely. In fact, if you have a banner I can put up on my website that would be sweet. I'll give you a shout on the mixtape and album, too.

Most definately gotta thank Mr. Libido for the blessings in doing this interview, I told you I'mma get everyone out there!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I think next week I'mma do two of these bitches! 4sho most definately look for an Interview with Psychoward's Skruface tha Don, and there is a certain DJ bubbling in NOLA who goes by the name of Ms. Bomshell Boogie I'm trying to get to share a little of her world with us, look for that next week people, I'm out!

Peace, Love, & Hip Hop Ya'll,
D~Funk't

~If you or an artist you work with would like to be interviewed, please feel free to drop me a line on here, or at Dfunktxpression@hotmail.com

Currently listening:
How Ya Like Me Now
By Kool Moe Dee
Release date: 25 October, 1990
Wednesday, August 29, 2007 

Current mood:  complacent
Category: Parties and Nightlife

Two years have passed since that whole mess and it still feels so recent. But I'm sure you expected me to write that. I don't think more than a couple of days have come and gone where I didn't mention or at the very least think of Katrina and its aftermath. If you're not from here but you and I are in regular contact, I'm sure I've spoken or written to you about Katrina more than I should and likely bored you to tears.

But it's funny when you communicate with another local. You can have absolutely nothing in common with that person but Katrina and it's like you're family. Trauma does that, I guess. In the past couple of weeks I've had in depth conversations regarding the hurricane and how it affected both my city and the surrounding areas with a few complete strangers who also experienced the madness. The stories are oftentimes similar and all-too familiar, but always fascinating to listen to all the same. And even when it's a friend telling me again about what he or she went through facing the storm and the subsequent chaos, I will always listen closely.

Katrina has made me more of a humanist. But it also made me pro-gun and increased my paranoia. It reinforced my disgust with the present American government and the incompetence of its supposed leaders. It furthered my desire to eventually expatriate and become Canadian. But it's not my time to leave New Orleans. Not yet. Too many souls here with whom I've made a connection since the storm and countless signs that I still have a life to live here. More adventures to be had, lessons learned, chapters completed. Compelled not to leave a place that fuels my pen so. A friend recently pointed out my life never ceases to be interesting. And how!

Maybe I'll move to Vancouver in 2012. 2012 is when the Mayans think there's going to be some huge change in the cosmos. Strange, but I have a huge change every year. No really, look at my track record. And that's just my personal cosmos. When mixed with the changes of the objective cosmos…uh oh. I'd be seriously concerned if only I didn't think that prophecies are utter bullshit.

But I digress. Today is about that bitch Katrina, right? At any rate, go out and rent When the Levees Broke. Or come over to my place and watch it with me tonight. I'm in a good mood right now but want to cry again. I have popcorn, chips and guacamole. Sorry, no alcohol, cigarettes or stuff. I'm cleaning up. Detox good, baby.

And yeah, Happy Katrina Day! Go loot something.