Tag: Amsterdam

  • Fresh Off The Dome Of Squintin Quarantino

    #BattleNaps

    On the way to brum there’s a place called Quinton
    I saw it through the window and my eyes started squintin’
    I jumped off the bus and was shot in the head
    By a fake bullet “for a scene” the chap said
    Step the fuck back bruv, do I know you?
    Naa’ just kiddin’ saw your hat, checked your crew
    We went into the cinema and smoked some strong indo
    Turned off the lights and sat Squintin Quarantino

    Don’t call me squintin’
    When I’m locked down like San Quintin
    I’m quitting’ spittin’ sittin’ here knittin’ new mittens
    Cute scratching like kittens
    Most my girlfriends were fit ens’
    So many in the art game get paid a mere pittance
    Patience, stop and read the has Beano
    The world is hulk fiction and I’m Squintin Quarantino

    I step into battle with shaker and rattle
    Dressed like a cow I move the crowd like cattle
    Commune-immunity with no vaccine is lunacy
    Move your dumb ass inside the virus is real you see?
    Stop gambling with your life in that fucking Casino
    Stay home and kill ill like Squintin Quarantino

    Take that 5G conspiracy and give your third eye a squeegee
    When you get bored source your news from a Wiji
    Bars I got plenty my mouth never empty
    Call me Squinting eyes prize flies twenty-twenty
    With a mouth full of fevers like you’d never believe us
    Hip hop inglorious spit smells like Brad’s Pitt
    My reservoir dogs bark at Al Pacino
    Don’t fuck with the camera guy I’m Squintin Quarantino

    This band is bound for mumu land
    Turntable spray can mic and handstand
    Stay the fuck home with stuck home syndrome
    Play games fly drone make rhymes dry bone
    I’m in quarantainment thinkin’ bout the government
    Doing edu-tainment writing to contain it
    Outbreak beats from tribal elders to bambino
    We’re all bastards now bro just like Squintin Quarantino

    We await a second universal base-sick incoming
    Incoming…I juggle beats in my heart I’m drumming
    All washed hands on deck, sick seconds to wreck
    Better put on a mask and better wynd in yer’ neck
    Breath
    And get set to a task
    Like making gowns gloves food poems and masks
    And if in the night you get a strong dark urgy
    To go into the streets get a bit purgy
    Breath and hold down the fort, stay home, it’s a sport
    And I’m the Eddie Eagle Edwards of ski-board rap warriors
    Don’t jump stay home, stop worriers
    Don’t be hateful mate be a loving hero get leano’
    I’ll be here scribblin’ bruv peace Squintin Quarantino.

    OUTRO: When your locked up inside and there’s nowhere to hide and the last plane has flied and the tough man has cried the criminister lied as the last poet sighed and we all on this slide of mosty unsatisfied we look back and we tied our prejudice to pride and teachers they tried and preachers some died and screetchers they scryed guilty they hide and greedy they seek and the spirit of Apocalypse Cow moooooooo. How do you treat your meat? “if Covid 19 is the China virus, school shootings are the white people virus…” the other Quarantino said. Fly out. Yeah yeah. SQ in the house. Hey, stay home, stay in bed yer’ bellend. Ha. What you looking at now? Why you squinting? Dis ting…here, look, down at your toe, go, run that riddim’ track….flow.

    I feel like Rambino when I’m in my Lamborghino
    Wearing my chino’s reading porno magazino
    From the fam Gambino I gamble rambles for vino
    Split the spleeno of geno now I’m singing Turna Tino’

    Walkin’ down the streeto, just eating my cheetoh
    Girl turned and shouted, “hey Squintin Quarantino”
    I said “hell no, what the fuck do you meano”
    “I’m smoking that icky girl-scout cookie pheno”

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  • To The Five Cereals God

    Spring wind from the East
    Whispers of four seasons killer king at large
    Falling on deaf ears like snowflakes

    Flowers burst late winter messaging
    Sun’s fire and flood yin and yang
    Man’s dumb bones silent and thick
    The birds and bees return
    I sigh with pain and with relief
    The mountains and the milky way do not care
    For my mouthful of air
    When will I see my family again
    Who will we have become
    What of the badger fox and pheasant populations

    A Tsunami of novelty wash over gold
    Sunset on the horizon
    Its sudden beauty deceives man
    A novel king puzzle virus moves like a god
    Invisible almighty all-powerful creator and destroyer
    The slugs go about their twisted business
    Fish return to the river
    Men to their cave
    Sorrow on the air like bird song

    The countermeasures worse than the illness
    Thank goodness for Shen Nung
    The five cereals god
    Hemp cannabis and cheerfulness

    Funny thoughts dissolve
    As the long night approaches
    I start a poem and the moon sways
    Simple good health cheer for all
    May the cereal gods be bountiful
    May the rains not fail to fall
    May the greedy pulldown vanity
    Let us swear to meet again in the new world after
    Future

    –Steve Fly
    29/03/2020

  • Rutte Cash – Featuring Squintin Quarantino

    Vocals recorded by Tim Egmond
    19/03/2020

    Turntables Recorded 28/03/2020
    Feat. Defari – Change And Switch
    (Instrumental)

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  • From the James Joyce Quarterly (Spring 2019)

    “In a welcome contrast to the seriousness of high-art venues, Steve Fly Agaric 23 embodies the ideal of a space-cadet savant, just barely returned from the realm of interstellar ideas but landing into perfect musical timing, without losing the traces of stardust from whatever cosmic forces returned to this atmosphere in his wake. A drummer and DJ-turned-programmer, Fly’s performance was based on a digital remixing palette he developed uniquely for the day, “BloomJamm,” which was available for free download by all conference attendees, and remains accessible to the general public via his website.
    Fly’s audio samples included clips of Joyce-head Robert Anton Wilson, whose influence was also present in the work of the visual James Joyce Quarterly 56.3-4 2019 Complete_Issue_56_3.indb 422 1/14/2020 1:14:29 PM 423 artist Heather Ryan Kelley. Kelley sat beside the stage throughout the day creating live art. Though Kelley and Fly drew on overlap-ping sources of inspiration—Joyce’s Wake, RAW’s Coincidance, and elements of prepared materials and automatic improvisation—her temperament and approach are marked by a delicate exploration of the inner worlds and symbols of language, both as words and as sigla.

    ….

    “Also departing from the Antwerp Symposium in search of unusual
    adventures was “Amsterdampster,” a series of shows organized by Steve Fly Agaric 23 immediately following the performances at deSin-
    gel. Each of the three Amsterdam performances was held at different locations there, including Sexyland in North Amsterdam, the Cafe Monumentje, and the Cafe Daan and Daan.

    The gig at Sexyland included an explosive rant from Christian Greer on Joyce’s methods for destroying imperialism at its root, through the introduction of an anti-capitalist virus into the English/ American language via Finnegans Wake; a reprise of Bindervoet and Henkes’s performative lecture; and a set of mind-melting improvised music from Fly and Vincente Pino’s Dr. Marshmallow Cubicle. A particularly unique highlight of the evening was an impromptu offering of “Finnegan’s Wake” from the Dutch National Opera singer Cato Fordham, who first recalled discovering his brother Finn’s personal copy of Finnegans Wake strewn about somewhere, only to find himself transcendentally transported into language through its reading.

    Unexpected forms of impromptu transportation also occurred at Cafe Monumentje, west of the canal in Jordaan. A real locals bar unaccustomed to performances and where English speakers are rarely found, much less welcomed, two English expats and an American—Fly, William Sutton, and myself—nervously sat in the back corner wondering how to proceed with our late afternoon gig. Emboldened by his background as a stand-up comedian, Sutton began the evening, to the relief of Fly and me. Rapping in Dutch about William Shakespeare and the power of language, Sutton dexterously transitioned to English before cuing me to talk about Joyce and read fromthe Wake.

    We stumbled on Joycean gold when one of the most disinterested
    regulars finally looked up from his newspaper to demand a look at what gibberish this was, and from then on, in lieu of any formal per-
    formances, the entire bar spent the night cheering and shouting while passing around this weird little book. With each reader laughing
    aloud until the next insisted on finding out for himself what was so
    funny, the Wake proved itself again as a true pub-book-for-the-people,
    while one man declared, “I’ve been at this bar every day for forty
    years; we haven’t seen this kind of magic since the old days!”

    From…
    Joyce Smithy: A Curated Review of James Joyce in Visual Art, Music, and Performance—Community and Elusive Understandings
    Tess Brewer, Christa-Maria Lerm Hayes, and Derek Pyle
    University College London, University of Amsterdam, and Waywords and Meansigns.

  • Flyku 2020

    Flyku 2020

    I was planning to make these into a book (Coming Soon at www.patreon.com/stevefly)
    No time.

    Love, you.


    8 / 3

    Iridium Jazz

    NYC 2004

    rip mccoy

     

    toxic news be like

    horror quarantino film

    panic sells papers

     

    Invisible air

    water droplet to earth

    fire spirit

     

    the countermeasures

    worse than the corvid 19?

    now wash those brain cells

     

    a social virus

    under your fingertips now

    don’t touch your facebook

     

    mystical sarist

    tory super poop spreader

    diss inn fact virus

     

    box don’t shake on it

    knuckle-off switches and knobs

    elbow cough sneezy

     

    scaly pangolin

    no care for cash nor power

    happy eating ants

     

    no time to die

    time for market strategy

    covid bond delays

     

    cancel olympics

    compete to save the planet

    and the human race

     

    burn all your money

    vote conservative virus

    wash laundry offshore

     

    no border no flag

    no gender race or culture

    escape corvid king

    (more…)

  • JUGGLE PRACTICE IN SLOW MOTION

    I confess, it’s sloppy. With practice I hope to share a sharper video soon. Peace.

     

    At Hemp Story.
    Video by Gabs Castro.