the scritti part

i'm going to put aside last week's grief fest for a moment. on a lark, i started listening to scritti politti's groundbreaking 80's pop album cupid & psyche '85. and while i was listening to this soundtrack, i was reading about green gartside on the lone scritti politti fan website online. its combination nostalgic and esoteric qualities make it a supreme draw for me. i think i like this guy he was one of those capricious types who caught a stroke of genius and coming from a punk rock foray in the late 70's make a kick-butt album fusing his europeanness with a love for black music and apparently. the bands name means "political writings" loosely translated from italian. the scritti part, however, i can get with.

this is one of those times man, where hearing this info sets my wheels turning and stokes my flames. tonight, i would love little more than to hole myself up in this teeny room with a MIDI keyboard, controller, sequencer, and a lot of wild ideas and just churn them out even if the lyrics are nonsensical and inaccessible. i might trip and fall into something brilliant. i just feel like i could create an absolute masterpiece right now, if i only had a chisel and some marble.

once day i'm gonna get some space move back and forth, and when i do, i'm going to use it to take a running start and leap over one of these plain white walls erected between myself and the beautiful music that looks like God and i. man, u just wait.