Tricky takes Charlotte

Since this blog is a Charlotte to DC thing, I figured it'd be cool if I started with the one of the things Charlotte needs the most.  That would be a string of successful LIVE SHOWS!  If the show Jamez and I went to on 3/9 was a testament to what is to come, then we're in for a great year.  Halleluyah!  Enough with the incantations.  

Tricky made an appearance here in our small sleepy little town earlier this week, and put on a great performance.  He played at the Neighborhood Theater.  It started out on some classic Tricky shit.  The band exited from some mysterious back room behind the stage and the lights went all purple.  Just when I started to question whether someone slipped some acid into the bowl of cereal I ate before I got there, Tricky comes strolling out with his hair still fucked up from the last time I saw a picture of him (that boy needs a barber BADLY).  I didn't get to take any great pictures, because as soon as I started clicking, some short stocky white man approached me and told me I couldn't use flash. Not only couldn't I have used flash, but I had to cease with my image capturing by the end of the 1st song (which Tricky was already 3/4 of the way thru!). What this means is that you won't get a chance to look at whatever the hell "J-Bone" and I witnessed. What we witnessed was a great show.

It was at that precise moment that two strange white women approached me and asked me to take their picture.  Now, I'm no dick, and if someone wants me to take their picture, I'll happily oblige them 95% of the time.  The strange thing was, they wanted me to take their picture with MY camera! Okay, where is this going? Nowhere because they disappeared shortly after that.  Maybe they were just figments of my camera's imagination?  Whatever they were, the encounter left me scratching my head a bit.  As long as they had fun I suppose.  

The band consisted of Trick himself, a female I didn't recognize who sang with him, bass player, drummer, lead guitar, and a keyboard cat whom from our vantage point we could not see (but we HEARD his ass).  The drummer started in playing a slow, hard beat, to which the keyboard cat then added some mind numbing chords.  Tricky stood with his back to the crowd smoking a blunt for the first 9 minutes of the show.  All good even if he's a non-sharing mf (hate, hate hate!).  

The show lasted about 2 hours total, and Tricky went on a pretty thorough journey playing old shit from the late 1990's all the way to the present.  I don't know song titles, I just know what beats I like from that cat.  Never was a straight on Tricky fan, but the dude is a serious producer, and after this last show, that has changed.  His music is certainly worth remembering.  

Purpose: A letter from the Editors.

We are the w.o.o.d.s.m.e.n.  Wisdom Overstanding Outshining Derelicts Stained Mentals Emitting Nonsense.  No need to get into the name, its origin, or other specifics pertaining to it as of yet.  This is just an overview o what is to come.  The purpose of this blog is documentation.  Yeah, there are other blogs, hell most blogs, out there that do the same exact thing.  Oh well, then I suppose you can just add another one to the mix.  The slant (because there's always a "slant")? The slant is going to be that this is written from the perspective of a band of people who see the world, and it's collective intelligence, dulling over a bit.  In an age where creativity is certainly on a downward slide, and all who are in at least their 30's are starting to realize that those feelings of things like; World War III, the hole in the Ozone Layer, Mesothelioma, and toys from China that could kill you, never really went away.  They were only momentarily swept under the rug, and are now beginning to poke out from the side.  We are in a time where the once complex yet intoxicatingly addictive styles of music, Hip Hop, is being represented by a song with the title, "Stanky Leg".   Police brutality is at an all time high, and the War on Homelessness which became the War on Drugs, which then turned into the War on Terror, and is now a War with the Environment/Afghanistan.  All of that, and the trafficking of human beings is the third most lucrative illegal activity, beneath weapons, and the drug trade.

Take all of that, and put it into ground zero.  You, me and every other Gorilla In The Miss who just don't get these crazy "beings" that sit next to use everyday at lunch; carpool us to work; sit next to us at the bar; or lay next to us in bed every night.  These folks, need to be documented, and so do we.  If it takes another blog kicking the same shit to do that, then so be it.  Enter Water B, and Flav to try to display an image out of this puzzle for you.. Enjoy