Wednesday, July 4, 2007
Word of The Day
That's the word of the day.
It also happens to be the word of the last decade and a half of New York City history.
On the one hand you have displacement, rising rents, and loss of flavor. On the other hand you have less crime, more money floating around, and lots of single white women.
But one thing I know for sure is that true New Yorkers will find a way. I'm still here doing my thing. I am an adaptable urban animal and the city is a living ever-changing jungle.
This foliage can be a sunumabitch sometimes. I just break out the machete and chop my way through.
Andrew Ricketts from The Smoking Section wrote me an email about todays group The Super Chron Flight Brothers
Apparently the group is two guys from that Reavers record I never got around to listening to.
Turns out they've been making this really interesting, eccentric rap music (the kind I have a soft spot for).
Their album, Emergency Powers, is dope and should be checked out. It is dense and unpredictable, beautiful and sloppy.
This song just happens to be about today's word of the day.
Super Chron Flight Brothers: Rent Control