More Than Empathy

photo from AFP, Wednesday, January 15, 2010



(for Haiti...)

love’s
forever
thread

life’s
incomparable
honor

day’s
secret
escort

let’s
instantly
caress


fin.
the only thing i have in me are words.
and these go out to those in prayer today.

-b.phelcksi parmella
listen live to Radio Soleil D'Haiti at the link to the right for online streaming of news (in French)

konichiwa demo

my buddy diavola slipped me this to set
some projects up for 2010...
the first demo is up at the myspace link to the right
...or just go here www.myspace.com/hiphopmakenice

Word Forests.

"three crew deep,
all aspect:
teamy"

catch the demo release of 'forests'
at the myspace page.

and for you lyric aficionados...

my lyrics go a little something like this-

welcome to live from the forest today’s presentation is underwritten by anonymous recordings
names not to be revealed kept out mouth of
you don’t have to get yourself in trouble for hate love
ravine steep, she slipped looked down
knew it was over HOLLERED OH SH$T but first thought

happiness is where you running to not from
realness sets in, when ain’t nobody come
mighty mighty construction blueprints lady up
town right around new toys brand new tints

some blue, some green cornucopia smokescreen fast mosaic darkroom prints
processed on her own fly eye keen
looks
analogous chop shop, all black speed crooks

snatchin over covers can’t hang wind stronger
usually breeze scarce scared waits longer
reveals brother’s secrets, sheds mistakes
sternum unzipped, heart drips lakes

swim crimson dredged owned slow more
found
objects not mine pine, no show for
weak, thoughtless, pull away, glued
gullible, infallible, misconstrued

thinking i’m another rhymer just like who?
phlecksi parmella just me boo.
when they made me they ain't make no mold
so they ain’t two
cold rockin’ it about to go right back
come here so:

you could walk word forests I know....
word forests I know, word forests
you could walk I know.... word forests
word forests I know... word forests

so back on the ravine or should we say off it,
where gravity has it’s way just about to sing,
including our photographer heroines free fall
all’s not quite lost such a sweet thing

ingenuity parachute happened to sting
screams
connected finger bones hard pull string poof!
north face mountain slows perspires
truth
be told ice not nearly as nice under

fire stoked anger never, ever ever touched, fine
I could tell it written all over her walk signs
just to get a little smidge and righten her mind
if she could only feel what I felt lookin behind

to dust come across lust letters under my ottoman
loves work I do but never knew that I though of him
what a trip could she meant me I’m not finished
I could really get into it if we had more minutes

lonliness landscapes sheets pristine
un
informed pens memories get reborn
meekest late bloomer deepest sneaker tretorn
navy blue canvases campuses true verse

write opaque sky backdrop reread
greatest
lover alive feedback true need
underneath purely practical v-neck tee’d
and
never met a mic that I just couldn’t commando

bird twig pomegranate black white logo
temperament akin aloof neglect perks
concrete cracker daytime public works
busy building opposition mergers jerks


contriving evidence cases closed wherein
manuscripts flammable matches pen cool like best well laid but hot like sin
cerity given sincerely, gleamy


3 crew deep all aspect, teamy
light bearer human being gardener dreamy
holographic cold audible see we
b dot w dot l dot p

dot could walk word forests I know....
word forests I know, word forests
you could walk I know.... word forests
word forests I know... word forests

Still b.phlecksi parmella muh'fka's!

mathematics, my next spoken word project in the works..
at 3:00 AM i'm on my grind...
here's one of my latest entitled:

prettiness lyrical


“It seems like all the mornings, afternoons, evenings blend together living the inside like everybody sees it. then realizing the whole thing’s invisible. indivisible of self. until it speaks...just the other night my buddy from back in the day said, hey b, you remember so and so- my little hood thang? Yeah man she’s at a center in Richmond on medication, mind all fucked up and shit.

In an instant I just spat- man you know I always thought that shit would happen to me.”


look at all the stars, could you count each one? worst
vice retired, though physically spoken

thrown up, granted identified keepsakes
verses who could play outside- no retakes

let em’ grow up, heck support you in your old age
don’t nobody gotta show you love but the page keep
speakin' us, maintain focus, laugh much

you see?

vocalize harmonies inner path touch down,
stay around those who love you to soul for they see you
reincarnated however you roll hard
ships be with, maintain control tell em
oh what a privilege to wake up vintage
classic dip elan, heavy percentage
Africa, South America, Eastern block
India, Ireland, Scotand stock

you know?

rhyme really relevant for livin' a clock
is what you
make of it, a whole lake of it unlocke
reciprocate spill all over lovers deep
you
have in real time, be the reason leap in
life ain’t really right to sleep through keep in
your light contributes to time place vibrates
actions, regardless, utterance, translate
fear survival mechanism kicked in more so

you see?


inner truth, manifest, shouldn’t be forceful
phenomena like the sunrise on creep
happening like it’s every day of the week she
could be that, prettiness, ain’t speak
mimic
got her own language, called show and prove
taught me everything she know when i speak move
ingredients environment on gorgeous
Lancome application tight light make up
[ you know? ]*

you see?
you know?
you see?
you know?

mathematical thin projects wake up
disseminated leaves here spoke rake up
spend time slow kiss when y’all think break out
so it could be the instantaneous
complete fake out ro
mance we kick it theatrical as she may
be her an expressionist she like Monet
promoter of a lovely time specified era
paradigm window, worldwide clearer

ever ready steadiness called her prettiness
catalogue'd every curvature within her city yes
rain comes close damp outskirts reset
what hadn’t been done ouch hurt regret
did it on prebet, speaks protection
lover where, more of her, seeks connection
limited by imaginative inspections
she doin' her job i objectify looking
like i hadn’t seen it before, so why lie

next to her within a bubble thought so round
drawn above my head so she could see word sound
wanna tell her so i spell her name, putting it down
bring it up again, wreckage crash site love thing

wanna keep it live; superficial cell phone ring?
evoke chi unseen oh felt though
right like bamboo gene pool grow
decisive rainy rebirthlike rinse
eyes blind frosted indigo tints

no loves worthier than love inside
distributed, blanketed, whole hillsides apart

be rhyme skill dedicated
started long ago trans word life assimilated

.... see?
you know?
you see?
you know?


you see?
you know?
you see?
you know?


we'll see if i can throw a little something up at the myspace link by Saturday...
you know?
-bpp

Ladies Prefer Those Who Sk8 Their Own Ability Edition

welcome to BWLP's realm.

frank niao simply has no competition when it comes to the art of sound selections and this month's aforementioned edition stays reppin' that.

we got inspired by a recently new purchase for a few good times: a new Mark Gonzales deck from Huf. Peace to Jon up on Sutter for good lookin' out.

also for the good folks at DLX for the assembly while i was chillin with my boy.

peace one time to FTC and Shoe Biz II Adidas boutique for the baby blue Kangol for my lil' buddy.

o as the title suggest, bomb hills at your own pace.

& get there with us on blast.

enjoy.

http://doiseauxrecordings.podomatic.com

...or just click for the latest episode to the right.

this time around featuring:

they go by bwlp, aurora australis by busy bradford johnson, elevator music by geology, resolution by jose james, dumb gir from allen road by dobie of brownswood recordings, hold box flat by the bpm, jw beat clip by floating points, untitled by fatima, inertia by jega, neonravergenome by bartek, a message from inside 06 by mono/poly, silicon surfboard by busy bradford johnson,

fin.

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rock something from around our way...
CELEBRATING AND REVELING IN THE BAY AREA BEAT CULTURE!

Buy ME a Freakin' Newcastle!!

Sheeeit.
We picked 3 teams now in the 'elite eight'...
Oklahoma, Louisville, and North Carolina.
One will be eliminated as N.C. meets the Sooners on Sundy'
No disrespect to Michigan State or Connecticut, but
MIZZOU is looking like a GIANT KILLER!
g'dam.
It's about to get good.
Louisville's about to get tested.
Pitt & Villanova will showcase some of the best basketball there is to be seen
the Final Four is gonna be showing some good looks indeed.
b.phlecksi was a little disappointed by the lack of fight in the Orangemen, as they ahd their juice sucked out of them by Oklahoma; talk about dominance!
'finna get dominated by the Tar Heels? hmmmm. we 'bout to see.
we really 'bout to see.
One thing needs to be said: ALL these teams play good ball and it's a real thrill to see them go at it.
We're diggin' it.

Trees, Not Ephemera

Trees.

About Barack Obama’s clinching the presidential nomination, Recently gay Roman Catholic author, Richard Rodriguez, noted in the SF Chronicle, “on election night, (he) found himself in a Houston hotel room weeping after the official announcement had been made. And thought "those tears cannot be forgiveness for everything we've done to African Americans in our culture,...noting further that:

slavery, lynchings and segregation are too embedded in the nation's memory, It will not be washed away with one man's election. There are a lot of ghosts in this country, and ghosts don't get expelled with one election."

This got me to thinking more about our preoccupation with trees and their social relationship to us of the hip hop constituency.
Preoccupation with TREES!? you say.
Yup. Trees.

Particularly us here at Birds Who Like Pomegranate. One thing you would notice upon entering our office- would be the extensive photography of trees throughout West Berkeley. Some in full leaf fro’s, to the strikingly spare. And even some from our recent trip to Peoria, Illinois.
Being that the majority of our supermodels are of the deciduous type, those who’s leaves begin to turn at the onset of the autumn, we have our aesthetic preferences. We admire the stature and branch viewpoints of what goes down in the hood. In the Bay Area, our urban landscapes are not without trees. If they could talk, many a homicide could be solved. Just that notion alone is worth digging a tree. Think about it.

As an aside, how many of you are accustomed to, what I can only relate to as an antiquated African American familial practice of, picking your own switch for reprimand. In other words, picking out your own switch for somebody to beat your ass with. It’s a psychological relay of sorts- meant to intensify personal reflection towards redemption after performing a bad deed. After all, you did something wrong, so you’re about to get your ass whipped for it.
Don’t do it again?

In our December broadcast, we included a phenomenal tune from Malika Madremana who describes how some racist boys she encountered gave her cause to see trees as enemies- no doubt with ties to lynching references. So it’s 2009; how should YOU see trees? Maybe as we see them- as nature’s fly on the wall or as THE barometers of environmental health.

The United States Forest Service National Lichens & Air Quality Database and Clearinghouse is a fine reference for detecting your local air quality- just by looking at trees around your way for lichen. Lichen, are a growth collaboration between a fungus and a photosynthetic partner. Basically, fungi are nature's decomposers and photosynthetic plants make food from sunlight. These two entities come together as one to grow on trees, plants, rocks, fences, and soil, et al. Thriving in various air quality conditions. So if you see some, you can reference the type to get some info on YOUR air quality...for all you alter ego backyard scientists out there in hip-hop-landia.

Sorry folks, the geek come out at light for this particular emcee.

But seriously, I do want to say this, I laid eyes on the most beautiful specimens (trees not lichen) encapsulated in frosty crystalline this past December 22nd, 2008 in Peoria, Illinois. Iced out trees that gave credence to the cheesiest decorative Christmas schmaltz found in any pharmacy after Thanksgiving. Now I understand. In nature it goes down gorgeous beyond belief. I may now be put to rest.

S’go.

(this editorial will be featured in the upcoming BWLP Mixed Media Music Magazine for January 2009, premiering 1/15/09)

Chilling, For Real This Children's Day...

mAkE nIcE...we're way chill, deep in the Ill..
Peoria, Illinois to be exact.
What's keeping things groovy here at lushcamp is what we like to enjoy from time to time..hear this:
Dope Joints Hip Hop Mixshow at
dopespot@podomatic.com
For instance we're listening to a John Robinson/ Little Sci
who got his name from MF Doom who's caller ID would turn up 'John Robinson'
it's good stuff.
go get some.

Fly to This

okay. bwlp december brodcast parts one and two for your listening pleasure. we fly some, and need a lil' something to pump in our headphones in case of a little turbulence...
if you fly at all i'm sure you feel us.
so that's it.
have a good holiday season.
we're going into the lab to reinterpret all our tracks fresh for 08'. remixes for Pirates! in time for our grand release on d'oiseaux in March.

peace to all my students in West Oakland.
peace to you and yours wherever you may be.

sip one for mAkE nIcE this season...

peace.

-b.phlecksi parmella

November Issue Broadcast through the Weekend!

enjoy.
-djfn