Aish Tamid

Every person has a fire, a flame, that nothing can put it out.

“Yeah I paint the scene so you could see, the city’s picking up speed
I’m on a bench 14th street, taxi’s streaming yellow streaks
Spears piercing through my ears, you could hear the traffic speak
Jack hammers drill smacking through the cracking concrete
Buildings filled with windowsills spilled tangled telephone wires
Signs sparking neon lights flash like wild fire
My insides rise I start to feel paralyzed
Let out a sigh-a melody blew by- like an ancient war cry
the way the sunlight hit the leaves it really caught my eye,
glistening’ listening’ to the breeze dancing’ through the leaves on the trees, freeze, the city goes in slow motion like a dream

See I’m left empty like the temple turned into a fox den
Bus fumes dripping spitting into city summer sun
Sifting through the ash dimly lit vision listening
To the hiss lifting off a nighttime ocean
Shim, shim, shimmering singeing hair on my skin
whispering where ya been, where ya been, where ya been

See from amidst the darkness set sail with the softness
Breeze traveling across the seas arisen from within Mt. Zion
Wind coming in picking up momentum
Cutting crisply through the thickness riding on a rhythm
Like a roller coaster sizzling, twisting down the mountain
ripping rocket ship exploding like a fountain
overflowing spilling through the courtyards of Jerusalem
Busting through the rubble, bubbling drying up our puddles
Uncovering debris lifting up the fallen arisen within
to reach the yiddin even in Manhattan
exposed menorah glowing in the shadows of destruction
trailblazing through affliction
brushing off the branches golden
standing firm flames dancing
Like a lion roaring raising out of nothing
Flames dancing like a lion roaring
Flames dancing like a lion roaring
FLAMES DANCING LIKE A LION ROARING!”

Matisyahu was sitting on a bench on 14th street moments before the plans stuck the towers on 9/11. I posted the live edition of this song and the last verse’s because I feel this version holds a lot of power behind it. I feel one of his expressions of Aish Tamid, is that sometimes people forget about that eternal flame within them. Sometimes that flame remembers you, even during moments of destruction and turmoil. Your body is a temple holding that flame just as the Temple of Jerusalem did. Though the temple is empty today, it does not stop us from rebuilding our temple, the one that holds our flame. If your flame makes its appearance showing that you forgotten it, what will you do now that you discovered/rediscovered it?

Peace peace yall.

“Where’s that driving music man?

Who used to wail out back?”

Driving Music:

Meet Perturbator [Illustrations by Ariel Zucker-Brull]

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This is the track that did it for me:


After hearing his sound, he became one of my favorite artists.

Story:

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“This is the story of someone who has nothing left to lose, wandering in the hostile neon-soaked dirty streets of a city from the future, armed and dangerous. This is your story.

No one really knows what kind of danger you will encounter during this journey into madness. You know you’re not alone, but you are ready. You are the night. Now, lights off.”

Story:

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“You are the night.
Your loved ones are gone now, leaving only blackness ahead. Humanity failed you. They let technology become a threat.
You are the war against machines.

They tried to make you software. But you’re not like the rest.
You are half machine now. More powerful. More fierce. And you only want one thing: to meet the one responsible for the hardware. There are no rules anymore. Kill or be killed. Take advantage of what they have made of you and enact a terrible revenge.

By the end of this journey you will meet your Maker, surrounded by all the desolation he created. A computer. Codename: Satan. Programmed to do only one thing: Erase all traces of the human race.

This is Nocturne City. The year is 2088 and you are about to embark on a journey into an urban nightmare.”

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I notice to feel his music in full effect, listen to it at night. Especially while driving your machine.

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“Plays in my head almost every time I’m out on my bike going faster than I should be” – NecroPsyChroNauTron commenting on the song Raining Steel

A Samurai sword whose blade mirrors various scenes of life

“I don’t know if hes conscious about this, but I think that the whole atmosphere that KRUSH produces, that very Japanese, somehow samurai-like, transient and sad feel, constantly exists in his music. A very Japanese way of thinking in a sense that life and death are constantly in vision. He may be trying to vanish such part of him, but it oozes out of his music, and I think that’s where my senses reacted to.”
– Kousuke TSUMURA, Final Home Project

I couldn’t have said it better.

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P. Runner in the blue hat.  More here

Just like Krush

After the sun goes down and it’s getting dark, and the red lanterns light up. That’s when the Runners start work.

A good informing interview of DJ Krush for those who haven’t heard of him. I started listening to him in 1994. The pictures he paints with his music and sounds; I relate and been through.  It’s dark but intriguing and makes you want to keep exploring the work of art. As a youth when I first heard his music, I didn’t quite comprehend but I liked it. It was sounds I never heard before. As time went on I would explore other forms of music but I would always end up going back to Krush. All of the sounds I enjoy and attracted to where all in his style. Learning about his life made his music have a deeper impact on me. You can feel his experiences. You can audio-visually see his thoughts and expression.

Enjoy

A famous set:

I wish he had a longer segment in the movie “Scratch”

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Just part of the philosophy

“Some riders don’t know what they ridin’ for
Hands on the wheel and their mind is gone
Wherever you ride, whatever your lane
This road called life is a beautiful thing
And we are alive in amazing times
Delicate hearts, diabolical minds
Revelations, hatred, love and war
And more and more and more and more
And more of less than ever before
It’s just too much more for your mind to absorb
It’s scary like hell, but there’s no doubt
We can’t be alive in no time but NOW”

“It’s just another shot to the heart
It’s just a sure shot in the dark
It’s just another place in the stars
Wonders on every side
Life in marvelous times
The temperature’s rising everywhere
All over the world, you can feel it
All over the world, feel it
Spirits rise everywhere
It’s just a sure shot to the heart
It’s just a sure shot in the dark
It’s just another place in the stars
Wonders on every side, life in marvelous times
Life in marvelous times”

“Poor so hard, my clean clothes look grimy, pretty women don’t mind me
So what’s fifty grand to a young nigga like me? More than my annual salary”

“Doctors say I’m the illest, I ain’t got no insurance
It’s them niggas in poorest, be them rebel guerillas”

“I don’t worry, I tell you
I am a man who believed that I died 20 years ago
And I live like a man who is dead already
I have no fear whatsoever of anybody or anything”

“To the kings and queens and everyone in every place, yo
Don’t get caught up in no throne, don’t get caught up in no throne
Don’t get caught up in no throne
Towers of Babylon rise up and so they shall fall
As it was written before, amen, so it goes on”

“Don’t get caught up in no throne
Towers of Babylon rise up and so they shall fall
As it was written before, amen, so it goes on”

“These devils out here lying, acting like the people ain’t dying
We silver and they gold, ain’t never saved a soul”

Just some lines to think about that I apply to my life. Peace Peace Yall

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