1. |
Cass Avenue Breakdown
03:47
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2. |
Mobile Homestead
04:42
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#80
“blues for tomorrow”
for mike kelley
It was the little houses
on the little streets
built into what used to be fields
outside the city limits,
the brave new world
of the real estate developers
& the bankers
& the advertising industry
where a nation of perfect consumers
could be born & bred
into relative plenty, & live in safety
with people of their own kind
& no one else,
with a job for everyone
& the good schools
filled with little white faces
& the shopping malls
packed with irresistible products
& the only reasonable place
to take a walk,
a home for every gradation
of income level & occupation
so a family could move up to the next suburb
with every $2000 increase in annual pay—
they filled the little houses
on the little streets
in the little towns
erected beyond the city limits
until there were 3 million of them
in the little houses
& more than half of detroit
was abandoned
& the factories closed
& the jobs were taken away
from its citizens
& life disintegrated
& the desolation spread
throughout the city
but it stopped
at the city limits
while the suburbs thrived
for the next 40 years
& the city fell apart
completely—
& of the children of the suburbs
few would escape
the vice of consumption
that gripped the little houses
to return to the city
to seek what was lost
& try to understand
what had happened
to the america of legend,
the land of the free,
now reduced
to an ugly caricature of itself
where the consumer
was simplified & degraded
along with the product
like burroughs said—
few would attempt
to reverse the vicious course
of modern life
& follow the old trails
back into the city
to make a life with art
at its heart
& a head for the future
& compassion for the victims
instead of hatred
& respect for the differences
instead of fear & loathing—
turning it around,
taking it back,
reclaiming their humanity,
taking it back,
dismantling the little house,
taking it back,
taking it all back
where it belongs
—amsterdam
september 17/
london
september 22-24, 2010
from always know: a book of monk
© 2010 john sinclair. all rights reserved.
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3. |
Detroit Beatdown
05:43
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Detroit Beat-Down
for Sundiata O.M. & Norm Talley
Ya know, people
been gettin’ beat down
ever since history began,
& it’s still the same
all over the world
even in Century 21—
They beatin’ down
& beatin’ down
& beatin’ down on us
all the mother-fucking day
Beat-Down,
Beat-Down,
Beat-Down,
Beat-Down,
Beat-Down,
Beat-Down
Ya know it’s bad all over
& it ain’t never nothin’ nice:
They beat us for our little money,
They beat us on the rent,
& every day we got to hustle
just to make our little ends meet—
’cause they beatin’ down
& beatin’ down
& beatin’ down
all the mother-fucking day
Beat-Down,
Beat-Down,
Beat-Down,
Beat-Down,
Beat-Down,
Beat-Down
But there ain’t no beat-down
like the Detroit Beat-Down
nowhere else in the world—
They beat you down all day,
They beat you down at night,
They always got their foots right up there in your ass—
Detroit Beat-Down,
Beat-Down,
Beat-Down,
They beatin’ down
& beatin’ down
& beatin’
down on us all day
Beat-Down,
Beat-Down,
Beat-Down,
Detroit Beat-Down,
Beat-Down,
Beat-Down,
Detroit Beat-Down,
Beat-Down,
Beat-Down,
Beat-Down,
Beat-Down,
Beat-Down
They took away the jobs,
They took all the money out,
They abandoned more than half the houses
& miles of empty stores,
They ripped off the future
& left this once great city in ruins—
’Cuz they beatin’ down
& beatin’ down
& beatin’
down on us all day
Beat-Down,
Beat-Down,
Beat-Down,
They don’t never go away
The Detroit Beat-Down,
it don’t never stop,
They got us comin’ & goin’,
ain’t no way to get ahead,
The Detroit Beat-Down,
it just don’t never go away—
Detroit Beat-Down,
Beat-Down,
Beat-Down,
Detroit Beat-Down,
day after mother-fucking day
Beat-Down,
Beat-Down,
Beat-Down,
Detroit Beat-Down,
Beat-Down,
Beat-Down,
Beat-Down,
Beat-Down,
Beat-Down
But we got another Detroit Beat-Down
comin’ up this way:
We gonna beat you with the conga drum,
We gonna beat you with the bass,
We gonna beat you with the hi-hat,
We put this beat up in your face—
Detroit Beat-Down,
Beat-Down,
Beat-Down,
Detroit Beat-Down,
every day
Detroit Beat-Down,
Beat-Down,
Beat-Down,
Beat-Down,
Beat-Down,
Beat-Down,
Ain’t nothin’ we can do but play
So we gonna make our music,
We gonna beat our drums,
We got saxophones & trumpets,
We got keyboards & guitars,
We got turntables & computers,
& we just won’t never go away—
We got that Detroit Beat-Down,
Beat-Down,
Beat-Down,
Detroit Beat-Down
every day
Detroit Beat-Down,
Beat-Down,
Beat-Down,
Beat-Down,
Beat-Down,
Beat-Down,
We got that Detroit Beat-Down
Beat-Down,
Beat-Down,
& we won’t never go away
We got that Detroit Beat-Down Beat
& we won’t never go away
—Detroit
July 21-22/July 30, 2003/
August 11, 2003
[CD Version]
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4. |
Just One Big Heart
04:51
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“Just One Big Heart”
for Michael Erlewine
On August 2, 1969,
at the first Ann Arbor Blues Festival,
the Howlin’ Wolf
told the young Michael Erlewine:
“I’m lookin’ for a man
walkin’ down the street
with no head
on his body. He gonna come down
sooner or later. That’s right.
He will have no head
& be all heart,
just one big heart.
“These performers
probably have the biggest hearts
in the entertainment business,
& there were 30 or
40 thousand kids here
trying to learn about heart,
about understanding,
about developing their hearts.
“Thousands of hippies,
hipped up children,
with great big heads
& tiny hearts,
trying to lose that big head
& get that big heart. The big head
& the hard heart
of modern rock & roll
& psychedelic music
has gone as far
as it will go. The heart
just has to be developed.
“I’m not a smart man. You see,
I got a little head
& a big heart. Because blues
is based on the common ground
shared by all people,
black & white,
young & old. Blues
is the story
of the human life,
of its loves
& struggles. All rock & roll,
all jazz,
all American music
finds its roots in gospel music
& in blues. Blues
is not unhappy music.
“I’m not a smart man. You see,
I got a little head
& a big heart.
That’s all I need.
You take people —
when they got a big head,
they don’t make it far. I don’t mean to be funny,
but if you let me,
I’ll show you,
& tell you,
if you will accept it. But if you think
because I’m a Negro,
& you’re not supposed to be told nothin’,
you understand,
you’re wrong. You’re supposed to be told somethin’
by anybody
when you’re doin’ wrong. Somebody
can always tell you
something. I don’t have no education,
see. Now you can take my sense
& put it in a paper bag
& it’ll rattle like two nickels. But you see,
understandin’,
that’s all I need. Common sense,
that’s all a man needs now—
common sense. Just get you some
common sense
& pass on by.”
—Edited & arranged by John Sinclair
Detroit
May 30, 2003/
Rochester NY
January 18, 2007
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#84 "rhythm-a-ning"
for paul lichter & the great ernie harwell
it's the top of the 5th, two men on & monk on the mound to face the meat of the defending champion new york tenors batting order--it's the rhythm inning, time now to get something going--& at the plate for the tenors, digging in deep now, center fielder sonny rollins (also known as 'newk' for his remarkable resemblance to the great don newcombe) is taking his cuts. rollins checks the sign from arnett cobb at 3rd & takes a called first strike right down the middle. on the basepaths, the leadoff batter, johnny griffin, dances off 2nd & james moody takes a short lead off of 1st. on deck, the clean-up hitter, fellow native of north carolina, veteran of many hard seasons in the minor leagues, john coltrane picks up his bat, weights it, & pounds the air without mercy. monk checks the runners, shakes off the sign from art blakey behind the plate, nods, stretches & delivers a most wicked curve & newk strikes air. the fans know if monk can get past rollins there'll be one down, coltrane up & coleman hawkins waiting on deck. so monk looks in, puts that rocky mount grip on the ball, & sends newk back to the bench with a deadly screwball. trane fans, & bean dribbles one down to john birks gillespie at 1st. diz steps on the bag & monk puts another inning away toward an eventual shut-out of the defending champs. in the bottom of the 8th, miles davis is hit by a pitch, steals 2nd, bud powell draws an in- tentional pass, & bird puts the game away with a 3-run homer. the series goes to the challengers, the bebop all-stars, 4 games to 3 & monk is voted most valuable player over dizzy gillespie in the closest of votes. the year is 1954, the legendary "subway series" is now history, & baseball, dear friends, will never be the same
—detroit may 1, 1985 special thanks to peter klaver & martin gross
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6. |
Everything Happens To me
03:13
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#97
“everything happens to me”
for mark ritsema
all my life I’ve paid
& paid, until my dues card
is punched up
on all 4 sides,
a child
of relative privilege who chose
to ‘take the way
of the lowest’—
beatnik,
dope fiend,
poet provocateur,
race traitor & renegade,
living from hand to mouth
& euro to euro,
sleeping on the couches
& extra beds of my friends,
a man without a country
& a post office box in new orleans
for a permanent address,
a pre-pay vodafone
& a laptop computer,
one suitcase stuffed with clothing
& a bag full of manuscripts
& hand-burnt cds—
to keep my head straight
& my heart right
to keep up my travels
& carry on the struggle
into another new year,
taking my little verses
& great big world outlook
everywhere people will have me
—amsterdam
january 7, 2004/
rotterdam
january 15, 2004
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7. |
Dance Of The Infidels
02:33
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"dance of the infidels"
after bud powell
grinding. the dancers out of faith with the music. won't listen to it. bouncing up & down, out of time, clap their hands
on 1 & 3.
(bodies grind to- gether. the "dance." the musicians stand in awe of them, the in- fidels, as they tear up the ground. pure anarchy. (we watch & egg them on. what do they have to do with us, who can "really shake 'em down." do you love me.) do they love us. does it matter. we play out our songs, while the dancers grind down the day. they can't hear us. their ears are on the bottoms of their feet, & are ground down by the dance
—berkeley, california july 13, 1965
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8. |
Send In The Vipers
04:29
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"Sendin' The Vipers"
Way back in the day
when marijuana was something
people smoked in Mexico
or Mexicans brought with them
to the United States
& smoked quietly amongst themselves
there were musicians
in New Orleans & Los Angeles & Chicago
who were introduced to weed
by their Mexican friends
& began to apply its magical properties
to the shaping of the new music
just then beginning to emerge
from deep within
the hearts & minds
of a new generation of Americans
born after the Emancipation
of the slaves
& on or around
the turning
of a new century
propelled by electricity
& charged with the promise
of a wild new kind of individual freedom—
Way back in the day
when the music that would be called jazz
first issued forth
from the trumpets & drums
of musicians in New Orleans
who knew how to make people dance
& took the music with them
to Los Angeles in 1912
& Chicago a couple of years later
& Joe "King" Oliver & his Creole Jazz Band
came up from New Orleans
to pack the cabarets & nightclubs
of the South Side of Chicago
with the sound of jazz
& set the tempo
for the development of the music
for everyone
who followed them
& in 1922
Joe Oliver called up Louis Armstrong
to join him in Chicago
& set the whole world on fire
with their brilliant improvisations
& the unbridled power of swing
—New Orleans
November 1998
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9. |
I Surrender Dear
03:47
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10. |
Friday The 13th
04:36
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John Sinclair Detroit, Michigan
"Sinclair is an iconic figure of ‘60s counterculture, famous for, among other things, having co-founded the anti-racist
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