illustrations from victoria ruiz’s piece on ferguson
The way I look at music—especially urban music, black-people music, whatever you want to call it—is that we’re all in the zoo, and the listeners are the people outside of the cage. You can look at five lions that could literally destroy you, but since you’re looking through the glass, it’s fun and cute. You point at the glass. You wave at them. But you’re not going to step inside that glass, because you know what’ll happen to you. Rappers are making this shit a petting zoo. They’re like, ‘It’s cool, you can walk up, we’re not threatening, we’re just musicians, it’s all an act.’ But it’s actually a very real thing. It’s not a game. One of my friends just died last month—got shot in his face five times in the back of his mom’s house in front of his 5-year-old sister. He was 24 and a good dude, went to work, never really hurt nobody. So if this is what we’re rapping about, why do you not feel that?Vince Staples, dropping knowledge. (via Pitchfork)
Literature - ”Kites”
Growth is painful. Change is painful. But nothing is as painful as staying stuck somewhere you don’t belong.Mandy Hale (via silentvesper)
I feel like it’s been a long time since I’ve gotten something as part of the Martin Douglas Snail-Mail Exchange Program. Sometimes I’ll get the occasional question of whether or not I’m even still doing it. The answer is a resounding yes, although most of the time I only get unsolicited promo materials from bands. So write me a letter. I’m good at writing letters.
As for the letter itself, thank you Tori. Your letter meant a lot to me, and I’ve carved out some time this week to write you back.
Wrestler names and pseudonyms are an egregiously untapped resource for pet names.
If I do get a cat and name him Cactus Jack, I’m going to teach him how to cut a good wrestling promo. In case my eventual future neighbor happens to have a cat named The Undertaker or something.
I mean, I can cut a decent promo, but nothing like this.
minskr replied to your post: Maybe I need to stop fucking around and finally get a pet.
absolutely name your cat Cactus Jack, forever nicknamed Martin Douglas’ Baby Boy
A boy cat named Cactus Jack (or Boyd Crowder). A girl dog named Britta. Maybe I need to start a family.
You know how you feel like you desperately need a change but you’re not exactly sure what that change is, and it seems as though you’re holding a gigantic bag full of your own things but don’t know where to put it down? Yeah, I feel that sort of way right now.
"He told us, ‘you might have a record deal. If you change the name.’"