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Monday, October 05, 2009 
WE WILL BE GOING TO PORTLAND MAINE, PROVIDENCE RHODE ISLAND AND BOSTON THIS WEEKEND.

THE LINE UP IS:
EL-P (FEATURING TMQ AND DJ PROLIFIC)
YAK BALLZ (FEATURING CHAUNCYCC)
B DOLAN 
AND SPECIAL GUEST SAGE FRANCIS.

FOR A VERY SPECIAL BEHIND THE SCENES LOOK AT HOW THIS ALL CAME TOGETHER PEEP THE DOCUMENTARY CURRENTLY TITLED:

BEHIND THE MUSIC: BLAH BLAH BLAH

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-E8WOWEPttU


hope to see you there 

<3, el




5:17 PM 
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Monday, September 28, 2009 

 

to buy tickets:

MAINE: 
Bullmoose Music
Portland
151 Middle Street 
Portland , Maine 04101 
Ph: 207-780-6424
Hours: 10am - 11pm every day



come through and get retarded.

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Saturday, September 19, 2009 
sat down with the homie shabooty for a 1 on 1.  heres how it turned out:


http://www.shabooty.com/2009/09/17/el-p-2009.php
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Friday, September 04, 2009 
by request:  el-p verse from "reports of a possible kidnapping" by WEATHERMEN (off djxp4)

you ever feel weak tweeked fleeting,
peaked, piss bleeding,
each clipped wing twitched easy?
sequence scenery: nuzzle of the beak buried deeply,
bleak pitch screamed uneasy, peachy,
fleet move greasy, creep uncleanly, cadence diseasy, strange arranged speaking, 
makers of the queasy, all detached reasoning, here to mash your fuck face fiendishly, weathermen
born batch lunacy, in fact rational truancy half latched to truthy facts goonishly, 
patched back in to sad sap surrendering, extra-ordinary rendering, remember me, 
lurching gnarled heart snarling, borrowed from department of redundancy department (sign here), 
even obscene iridescently froze prose reside here, a mean streak elite breed designs fear,
nobody move nothing and nothing will get invasive, i came from the lost excavated, 
breath exhaust cloud mmm favorite, creators of that this is not my day shit, disgrace on the dayshift, 
without a trace lost on debating it, the tug job with razor claw pain kitt, now with more bang by the facelift, 
i used to give a hangnails fuck about patience, now its just a see money take it, 
funny how morality is changing, evolving, disolving, 
disgrace is a mainstay tragedy keeps calling, 
everyone who mattered to me somehow keeps falling, hooded creature knocking on my door im just stalling.
5:38 PM 
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Friday, September 04, 2009 
thats not a hand its a claw, and this is not a song its an exorcism of numbness, this is not my bedroom anymore, its a prison camp that i've been stuck in
this isnt skin, its a scramble suit with a thousand me's rotating,
thats not your mouth, its a boredom generator powered by irritation,
we arent a couple, we're isolationists who tried to use the buddy system
and that wasnt sex, it was a competition for power that im clearly winning
but thats not victory, matter fact i think im better off forfeiting,
you go for de gold girl, im about to bounce out deadwoods hills for cleaner living 
and i really do...

hope it all works out like you want it to,
i hope it all works out like you want.

this isnt brooklyn, its a colony of wayward bees without a queen
and we arent people, more like sims controlled by childish deities,
but see we're alive now, and thats not time we're wasting nah this is life
and you're so pretty, like the gleam off that blade when you slipped my ribs the shivy,
this aint a breakup, i like to think of it as a stay of execution,
and thats not the air im clearing, its the wispy trails of our cumulus pollution,
and thats not despair you're feeling, its the wounded reaction of a petchulant child
and thats not the door im looking at, its an escape hatch to this zeppelin we're inside
and i really do...

hope it all works out like you want it to,
i hope it all works out like you want.

you're not a woman you're a piranha with cuttlerry for dentured up smile
and i'm not a man, i'm an incomplete punchline to a joke i dont understand,
that's not your diary, it's a cookbook and i'm you're favorite chapter when you're bored
and thats not a love letter, its a recipe for the same slop you've served before
this aint an insult, its the clearest truth i've ever had the misery to speak but these arent words, these are the terms of my surrender and defeat
but i'm not sorry, beyond the sorry nature of existing with no plans,
please dont touch me.  just wave goodbye with that claw thats not a hand.
did i mention that i...

hope it all works out like you want it to,
i hope it all works out like you want.

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Tuesday, September 01, 2009 
i put up a new song today.  its from DJXP4, which just dropped today.  if you cop it from www.definitivejux.net it comes with all sorts of other free shit.  its good stuff.  

i also have some shows coming up.  check it:


DATE: sept 12th:

all tomorrow parties
INFO:  GOOGLE IT.



DATE:  Thursday, October 08, 2009
CITY:Portland

VENUE INFO
NAME: Asylum
ADDRESS:121 Center Street
CITY/ST/ZIP:Portland ME 04101
PHONE/FAX:207-772-8274/ 
AGE:21+



DATE:Friday, October 09, 2009
CITY:Providence

VENUE INFO
NAME:Jerky's Music Hall
ADDRESS:71 Richmond Street
CITY/ST/ZIP:Providence RI
PHONE/FAX: / 
URL:www.myspace.com/jerkysbar
AGE:18+



DATE: Saturday, October 10, 2009
CITY: Allston

VENUE INFO
NAME:Harpers Ferry
ADDRESS:158 Brighton Ave
CITY/ST/ZIP:Allston MA 02134
PHONE/FAX:617-254-7380/240-220-3092
URL:http://www.harpersferryboston.com
AGE:18+


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Monday, August 10, 2009 
remember when i said "i wont be leaving this blog up for long"?  yeah.
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Sunday, June 07, 2009 
all proceeds are going to the family of camu tao as well as his fiance.  please tell a friend.  you can get them here:



thanks,
el-p
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Saturday, May 30, 2009 
in case you happen to be attending the festival we will be going on at 3am at the ATP stage right after gang gang dance.  come by, scream, laugh, cry.  hope to see you there.


best, el
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Tuesday, May 26, 2009 
i remember the day camu told me he had cancer.  when i started choking on my own tears he went out of his way to console me.  "im not going to die, el.  im gonna be ok, man.  i am not going to die"... and he didnt.  for a year and change camu survived in the face of what we later learned was a cancer so advanced that the doctor gave him 2 weeks to live.  he never said anything to us about that.  he never let on at any time that his very existence over that last year and a half of his life was essentially a miracle.  i wonder sometimes if the tables were turned on me if i would be that brave and that proud.  i dont know.

within about a week after he got out of the hospital we all found our way out to ohio to be with our friend.  aesop was there already, yak and i hopped on a plane to join and cage got in his van and drove out.  no one was particularly looking forward to that little trip.  not only were we going to see our dying best friend (now ravaged by the side effects of his disease  and the treatment for it) but also i remember at the time there was some distance and some tension between some of us.  in fact, chris and i hadnt been on speaking terms for a few months.  we had gotten in to an argument that seemed to just never get settled.  there had also been some residual tension between me and aes.  the kind of unspoken discomfort that family members have that just sort of carries on.  the kind that starts small and eventually works its way in to the fabric of a friendship without even really being acknowledged.  camu knew this, too.

earlier that day camu had me and yak roll with him to some mall and help him pick up a new kitchen table.  here was our boy now weighing probably little more than a hundred pounds running around the mall in search of the perfect kitchen table.  it seemed weird.

before i knew it we were all together for the first time in a minute sitting in camus kitchen with him and his fiance (and dear friend) gayle.  aes had been there for a week already and had to leave that morning.  but me, yak and cage were there now and mu had us all putting together this new table.  seems simple enough.  3 grown men should be able to put together a table.  of course this was one of those tables that was clearly designed by some sort of ex nazi war criminal scientist.  the kind that comes with 28 unique individual screws, clips and bolts that no tool other than the miniscule one provided can service.  after not really talking for over two months we were being forced by camu to act as a unit and put this god forsaken table together.  we had no choice.  you cant tell the dude with cancer you dont feel like putting his kitchen table together.  


later that night me and mu took a drive.  he looked at me with a smirk and said "that was good.  i knew that would be good for you guys.  thats why i got the table".


camus strength and control in his life had been reduced in almost every way.  all he had left was his beautiful spirit and heart and this awful disease.  this was a dude who could lift you off your feet and throw you in to a tree if he wanted and now he could barely walk.  beyond that he secretly knew that the odds of him living for another month were bad to say the least.  and yet he used the one thing that was destroying him as a vehicle to heal the people he cared about.  to bring us together the way we needed to be.  to let go of the petty things that camu at that point in his life couldnt even fathom being important.  to this day our crew has been the tightest its ever been.  for our brother.  for you, mu.  


this was his departing gift to us. yeah he was erractic at times as anyone would be if they had to go through what he did.  he was also often incredibly angry, lashing out at the people around him frequently and feeling very hurt by many people in his life.  the pain and anger of having his life kidnapped from him made him incredibly emotional and even at times bitter.  


but the true nature  of forgiveness, healing and love coursed through his veins even at his most fragile and weak...  and thats why i try to forgive now instead of holding on to my anger.  thats why i look at the lost friendships in my life with sadness now instead of hurt or anger.  thats why i understand that as hard as it may be to let go of pride and indignation,  its the right thing to do.  and as offended or hurt i might feel by the way things have gone down in this very complicated life its nothing compared to the love i've felt in my heart... even for people who i dont call my friends any more.  its a hard thing sometimes to remember.  but i am trying and will continue to.

 

because i want to be like camu.  


camu who we loved.


rest in peace


love, jaime




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