It's SUMMERTIME. And the livin' is easy. Relatively speaking.
Yeah, there's still rent, bills, air conditioner eff ups, your nasty neighbors, and THE MAN. But eff it. It's summertime and the livin' is EASY.
Now that our exams are over (temporarily), Biochemical Slang is back on its grizzly. Supremacy: watch your back. The truth is out there.
Biochemical Slang wants to know: WHERE THE EFF WOULD WE BE WITHOUT MUSIC? Can you imagine life without a soundtrack? Me neither. It's summertime, SNITCHES!
June 14th is just around the corner. That means Biochemical Slang will be back in business. That also means Vik gets to return to the REAL WORLD. Apparently, even as you ignore the world, time STILL MOVES FORWARD.
HOLLA at Biochemical Slang at CENTRAL PARK on June 16th. The legendary TELEVISION is playing what is rumored to be their last show. For those that don't know, it's BIGGER than just hip-hop. Remember: Hip-hop is rock 'n' roll. Rock 'n' roll is hip-hop. Eff the music separatists. They have no idea what they're missing.
As if you don't already know, Biochemical Slang will be in the building for the hip-hop event of the summer (it helps that this is a free show, eff Rock the Bells expensive-sold-out-ish), the Brooklyn Hip-Hop Festival. For those that have no money, SUMMERTIME in NYC is a great place to be.
Biochemical Slang. Hood TRUTH Soldiers. We on a mission.
Men often hate each other because they fear each other; they fear each other because they don't know each other; they don't know each other because they can not communicate; they can not communicate because they are separated.
None of us got where we are solely by pulling ourselves up by our bootstraps. We got here because somebody - a parent, a teacher, an Ivy League crony or a few nuns - bent down and helped us pick up our boots.
Some people say, "How can you live without knowing?" I do not know what they mean. I always live without knowing. That is easy. How you get to know is what I want to know.
Any real change implies the breakup of the world as one has always known it, the loss of all that gave one an identity, the end of safety. And at such a moment, unable to see and not daring to imagine what the future will now bring forth, one clings to what one knew, or dreamed that one possessed. Yet, it is only when a man is able, without bitterness or self-pity, to surrender a dream he has long cherished or a privilege he has long possessed that he is set free â he has set himself free â for higher dreams, for greater privileges.
A man once told me that you step out of your door in the morning, and you are already in trouble. The only question is are you on top of that trouble or not?
Music Disclaimer: Any music presented at Biochemical Slang is for evaluation purposes only. If you like what you hear, go out and support it. Catch a live show. Buy an album directly from the artist. If you have questions or own the copyright to the music presented, please contact me.
