Yesterday i posted vol 1- 4, here you have vol.5
The text bellow is from Sabzi official site.
"contrary to the popular belief of many who know me to be “the sober guy,” i don’t abstain from intoxicating substances because i dislike them or because i think they’re bad. i actually refrain from kickin it like that because i’d probably enjoy that activity too much.
whatever i do, i have a tendency to lean to the extreme. kinda like the explanations of these beats. choosing a more vice laden path in my younger years would have likely driven me to be far more successful socially and in my music career and ultimately ending up like Bradley Nowell (who was rad, btw.) however, since i’d like to actually live to see at least some of my 30s, blah blah etc etc.
so, in my late teens, eliminating alcohol, pills, and herb from my lifestyle ultimately boiled down to a habit of smoking copious amounts of tobacco. plenty of cigarettes were burned during the creation of these beats.
whatever i do, i have a tendency to lean to the extreme. kinda like the explanations of these beats. choosing a more vice laden path in my younger years would have likely driven me to be far more successful socially and in my music career and ultimately ending up like Bradley Nowell (who was rad, btw.) however, since i’d like to actually live to see at least some of my 30s, blah blah etc etc.
so, in my late teens, eliminating alcohol, pills, and herb from my lifestyle ultimately boiled down to a habit of smoking copious amounts of tobacco. plenty of cigarettes were burned during the creation of these beats.
although it is becoming increasingly popular to consider cigarettes the worst thing in the world, there is some rationale behind this choice of vice. smoking can be a foul and offensive habit, no doubt. however, my experience has taught me that, contrary to mind-altering substances, tobacco doesn’t cause irreparable damage to my intuition, conscious creative thought, motivation, or my capacity to reflect. in a way, for me, it turned out to be the safest way to do something stupid to my body (something that a lot of American teenagers feel compelled to do for some reason?)
so, while the goal ideally is to live a life that is clean and healthy in all aspects, i choose to keep the preservation of my inner consciousness as the top priority because it’s actually the only tool i’ll be able to use in order to break free from material addictions and attachments in the first place. there might be a shred of circular logic in there somewhere, but hey, it worked for me.
also, i already quit smoking, so it’s whatever.
anyway, like many college students, i had also taken an interest in the armchair approach to studying the struggle of working people around the world. eventually i stumbled upon a book called Tobacco Road by Erskine Caldwell that tells a story of a family of poor white farmers in rural Georgia. it’s gotta dood named Dude in it.
the story is set during the worst years of the Great Depression when the business of many southern independent agriculturalists was pretty much destroyed. Jeeter, one of the main characters in the book, is deeply attached the land he grew up on and can’t seem to understand why he’s unable to get the resources he needs grow crops. despite the fact that he was poor, a little slow in the head, and everybody around him was comically ignorant, i didn’t see it simply as his lack of outward opportunity that kept him stuck in that rut. Jeeter’s failure had more to do with his unawareness (or unwillingness to see) that greater forces further than his locale—economic and cultural forces beyond his control—had shifted thereby making that craft he had to offer, or at least the way he had to offer it, no longer relevant.
there’s a striking parallel between this story and the tales of woe sung by so many artists that claim the “real hip-hop,” wink wink.
my buddy Ryan, the MC in Common Market, had grown up in Kentucky and would occasionally tell me stories about the various labor intensive jobs he’d worked in the South. coincidentally one of these was a brief stint in the tobacco fields. during one of our discussions i suggested the name of Caldwell’s book as the title of our next album and he said “heo yea.”
tobacco, the South, existential dilemmas, labor, the struggle for clean living, touring, debates about hip-hop, poor white people, a couple of pre-96 Dilla beat tapes i had on rotation in the Sentra hooptie—and the hilarious irony of naming a boom bappy record after a book about your boy Jeeter—all turned out to be the rather unique gamut of inspiration for this era of instrumentals.
TOBACCO, 1 is a sort of evolved, neo-‘96 era, minimalist sample based boom bappery. Good music for driving, studying, freestyling, thinking, chillin(g) and alladat."
also, i already quit smoking, so it’s whatever.
anyway, like many college students, i had also taken an interest in the armchair approach to studying the struggle of working people around the world. eventually i stumbled upon a book called Tobacco Road by Erskine Caldwell that tells a story of a family of poor white farmers in rural Georgia. it’s gotta dood named Dude in it.
the story is set during the worst years of the Great Depression when the business of many southern independent agriculturalists was pretty much destroyed. Jeeter, one of the main characters in the book, is deeply attached the land he grew up on and can’t seem to understand why he’s unable to get the resources he needs grow crops. despite the fact that he was poor, a little slow in the head, and everybody around him was comically ignorant, i didn’t see it simply as his lack of outward opportunity that kept him stuck in that rut. Jeeter’s failure had more to do with his unawareness (or unwillingness to see) that greater forces further than his locale—economic and cultural forces beyond his control—had shifted thereby making that craft he had to offer, or at least the way he had to offer it, no longer relevant.
there’s a striking parallel between this story and the tales of woe sung by so many artists that claim the “real hip-hop,” wink wink.
my buddy Ryan, the MC in Common Market, had grown up in Kentucky and would occasionally tell me stories about the various labor intensive jobs he’d worked in the South. coincidentally one of these was a brief stint in the tobacco fields. during one of our discussions i suggested the name of Caldwell’s book as the title of our next album and he said “heo yea.”
tobacco, the South, existential dilemmas, labor, the struggle for clean living, touring, debates about hip-hop, poor white people, a couple of pre-96 Dilla beat tapes i had on rotation in the Sentra hooptie—and the hilarious irony of naming a boom bappy record after a book about your boy Jeeter—all turned out to be the rather unique gamut of inspiration for this era of instrumentals.
TOBACCO, 1 is a sort of evolved, neo-‘96 era, minimalist sample based boom bappery. Good music for driving, studying, freestyling, thinking, chillin(g) and alladat."
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