My Passion of the Weiss return is imminent, as I’m currently working on some good stuff. And I don’t mean “return” as in “write one or two posts and then disappear for another nine months,” I mean “return” as in “I’m back for real this time.” No Boy Who Cried Hiatus shit, it’s back to business for your boy Martin Douglas.
For those out of the loop, Passion of the Weiss is back and sporting a sleeker look, complete with new staff bios (which includes the bio photo I should have had for years).
When you are in the middle of a story it isn’t a story at all, but only a confusion; a dark roaring, a blindness, a wreckage of shattered glass and splintered wood; like a house in a whirlwind, or else a boat crushed by the icebergs or swept over the rapids, and all aboard powerless to stop it. It’s only afterwards that it becomes anything like a story at all. When you are telling it, to yourself or to someone else.Margaret Atwood, Alias Grace (via mar-see-ah)
Song: Liars - “Left Speaker Blown”
When “Ode to Viceroy” comes on and you and the person you’re with are just stoned enough to dance together in your loft (and watch wrestling, and eat veggie fried rice at 10pm, but those are other stories), that’s the best feeling, regardless of how temporary your situation with that person is.
No Vacation for Murder is on Spotify, but you can also listen to it here. I made eight of the twelve beats on the album. I would recommend it if you’re interested in hearing a defined noir aesthetic applied to rap music.
slopeseologist said: The Zilla Rocca post reminds me: I made a post a couple of months asking if somebody had sampled PJ Harvey's "The Devil" and totally forgot about the 47 ronin beat. Killer sample, so props.
Thank you! A lot of my beats that made No Vacation for Murder were ones that I made in like 2011, 2012. I think the beat for “47 Ronin” was one of the first beats I made on this project, which was originally intended for somebody else. But much like Clipse and the Neptunes, Zilla will always and forever get first run of my beats.
Zilla Rocca and the Shadowboxers - “Starvation Hour”
With yours truly on the beat.
Jian-Ji Temple, Osaka, Japan, 1960s
"That WAS Bobby. Fuck ‘em."
this motherfucker singin at me like i got somethin on me
If you’ve never been to a black funeral, I can confirm this is what it’s like. And that’s not even including the post-funeral dinner, the post-post-funeral-dinner toast, and having to tell your cousins you just met that you don’t want to go out and hang with some girls they know from the internet because your mom just died. Let’s skip all that.
For the white man to ask the black man if he hates him is just like the rapist asking the raped, or the wolf asking the sheep, ‘Do you hate me?’ The white man is in no moral position to accuse anyone else of hate! Why, when all of my ancestors are snake-bitten, and I’m snake-bitten, and I warn my children to avoid snakes, what does that snake sound like accusing me of hate-teaching?Malcolm X (via dynamofire)
Song: Grouper - “Call Across Rooms”