Tag: rap

  • dj flai mix of original deep scratch music

    dj flai mix of original deep scratch music

    After nearly two decades under development, Deep Scratch is here/over there. The interplay of audio and text and image as I first envisioned it in the early 2000s. The audio side of this equation has been lacking due to various reasons, including limited access to instruments, equipment and recording facilities. New generative a.i., tools (Udio) have allowed me to produce music to precisely fit the narrative I have constructed in the novel Deep Scratch. A collaborative, self-replicating magical code that generates audio from text. This year, Udio made science fiction into fact.

    After constructing over 160 separate pieces of music, I mixed the Deep Scratch tunes together into 4 separate mixes, or audio chapters. Over 3 hours of original music that only exists here, a kind of science “sonic” fiction. Cuts selected from the Deep Scratch Universe, that reflect the sounds, styles and arrangements of classic DJ mixtapes and beat tapes from the mid to late 1990’s, and early naughties.

    (A third book in the Deep Scratch Universe will be released sometime during late summer 2024, further contextualizing and organizing the multimedia multiverses.)

    Thanks to everybody at my patreon page, who has stuck with me over the last 6-7 years as I’ve been going on and on about this Deep Scratch Universe, without truly launching any Deep Scratch Audio. Now, the soundtrack to the novel is established via a new series of DJ mixes (all add free).

    flai mix chapter one
    FLAI MIX CHAPTER TWO
    FLAI MIX CHAPTER THREE
    FLAI MIX CHAPTER FOUR

    The fourth chapter features raps, of which I’m conscious sound nothing like my own voice, and/or rap cadence or delivery. These are my own words, taken from my book of collected poems (to be published) spanning 2004 – 2024. As a fan of hip hop, rap and hip hop DJ styles and productions, mixtapes and live eclectic DJ sets, I’d like to give a shout out to all the artists, MCs and producers, that some of these tracks sound like (to my ear). That’s besides the thousands of artists and musicians who came before, those who innovated, originated and recorded the music: blues, jazz, soul, funk, gospel, rock and roll, folk, bluegrass, film music, classical music, vocal harmony music, world music, from the 20s through to the 2020s. All the music within the data sets or set (?) that the generative AI has been trained on. 

    Support your local independent musicians and music venues whenever possible. Respect your artistic ancestors and their struggles and sacrifices made to bring original art into the world. Try to keep in mind that generative A.I. does not sample the music in the conventional sense of that concept, although the process is a kind of sampling, these sounds are made from granulated probability functions, if I understand the process correctly. I hope the turntablist, scratch and juggle and cut-up approach of the eclectic DJ adds a new context to the use of generative AI, a part of the evolution of the art of the DJ and their place in between producer artist and audience. Perhaps better defined as curator, or boss of their own label or catalog of recordings, to be mixed and remixed, blended or released as an album or single. Also consider that all my music using collaborative AI did not use any artist names. Any likeness to artists living or dead is purely probabilistic coincidance.      
     
    In no particular order, thanks to: Sample Hooligans: Coldcut and the original 90s Ninja Tune artists, DJs and turntable journeymen. To Mo-Wax records, and the Psychonauts, and their DJ sets and productions. To the Bristol massive, purple penguin records, Massive Attack Soundsystem, Portishead, DJ Andy Smith (the only turntable artist included in a successful UK band), Melankolic records, Cup Of Tea records, and all that dub infused instrumental jazz tinged hip hop, Grand Central records in Manchester, Dorado records and artists, Warp records and artists, Aphex Twin, Square Pusher, Big Dada records, Acid Jazz records, Jazzman records, BBE records, 4th And Broadway Records, Two Lone Swordsmen, Sabres Of Paradise, Black Dog, Future Sounds Of London, DJ Krush music, DJ Shadow music, Invisible Scratch Pickle mix tapes, The Beat Junkies, Lauryn Hill, The X-ecutioners, Ohm records, Amoeba Record shop, Soulsides Crew, The Pharcyde, 3rd Eye Foundation, Hieroglyphics Crew, Del The Funky Homosapien, MF Doom, Wu Tang, De La Soul, Tribe Called Quest, Bill Laswell Productions, Spectre, Lord Finesse, Rakim, Pharoah Monch, LEX records, Kool Keith, Public Enemy, Mr. Liff, Future Primitive Sound, DJ Z-Trip, The Nomadic Massive, We Funk, Funkmaster Flex MixTapes, The Roots Crew, Black Thought, El-P, Company Flow, Saul Williams, New Flesh, Juice Aleem, Rodney P, Scratch Pervert DJs, Jazz Fudge Records, DJ Vadim, Part 2, Invisible Spies, Channel One, Lee Scratch Perry, Ultimate Dilemma, Bentley Rhythm Ace, Roots Manuva, Courtney Pine, Talkin’ Jazz, Charlie Dark, UNKLE, Steve Task and Bear, Stump Juice Wolverhampton, The Steering Wheel Birmingham, Fabric, Cargo, Luke Vibert, DJ Food, DJ Spooky, J Swinscoe, Rockers Hi-Fi, Different Drummer records, Tempest Records, The Plastic Factory records, Swordfish Records, Eddie Otchere, Source Distribution, J Saul Kane, DJ Moneyshot, DJ Yoda, The Jazz Stage Glastonbury, DJ Cheb I Sabbah, Funki Porcini. And those I missed out.      

    For nearly 3 decades I’ve supported all of the above artists by way of buying their records, tickets to shows and speaking highly of them, turning on other DJs and audiences to their music. This does not necessarily give me any more of a license to use generative a.i., with a clear conscience, but…I’ve paid dues and can trace my evolution toward this moment via my 2 decade Deep Scratch experiment.

    The next step in the on-going process is to plan for some traditional analogue music recording sessions with musicians and vocalists and videographers, to take back control from the generative AI, bringing it back to the human community of creative beings. Easier said than done, and requiring resources and planning and work. This process hammers home the point that AI can be used to bring human beings together, not divide.

     —Steve Fly
    Amsterdam.

    https://deepscratch.net
    https://www.patreon.com/stevefly

  • Squintin Quarantino: Mink Differently

    Pontoon…that’s twenty twenty one
    Put yer’ mask on, big task ahead son
    SQ Raps, with zoonotic curses
    A pox on capitalists, flock of bats in these verses
    Swoop down with sonor into your town
    James Brown on the speakers (get up, get down)
    The message I got and medium hold it
    Warped my mind, cosmos enfolded (tongue molded)
    My joint hold it
    That weed, sold it, green like Kermit,
    supreme vermin, sermon turnin’
    R-number determine the respect that you earnin’ (Zero?)
    …I’m showing concernin’
    Shut the fucking zoos and the schools, get learnin’

    I look in mirror, and tap the sink
    Double tap my head, think mcfly think
    These rhymes on pages, unpublished gauges
    For Le’ Mink I beg forgiveness from gods and sages
    Animal trade brings a shit parade
    Unless, in a lab, you think the virus made 
    They farmed fur and fucked with the wrong mink
    They picked the wrong Pangolin, wrong day, wrong drink
    Now humanity caged, we all enraged (klink klink)
    Klink klink
    You put Mink and Pangolin and Bats in cages
    Farm anything that walks, now the virus engages
    Pelts and coats and eyebrows and soup
    These mistakes not so man-kind, the guilty group (shot the coup)
    You eat Bat Pangolin soup you die
    You farm mink in squalour, boxed in you pay
    Their natural habitat is 7 miles wide
    They nurse their young on milk, down their burrow, inside
    Netherlands, Denmark and US breed em’
    Kill them, skin them, sell them and bleed them
    Gone done it now, since pig sheep and cow
    Back to bite you in the ass, better fast write a vow
    The wrong Pangolin and bat-mink farms
    The wrong politician and brats test our calms
    When the wrong human spread the wrong virus
    Cull in Denmark, our fault (I’d fire us)
    Like a bat out of hell you’ll be mourning till’ the morning comes
    I’m not surprised, got a gravestone on my drums
    Pull your mind out the slums (hums)
    Rise up with empathy, let it go, plums
    Covid dumbos suck like a thousand jumbos
    Wishful thinking, booze, god, where the mind goes
    Rhymes runnin’ like yer’ nose in a snot green garden
    Overflow hose with this prose keg yer’ pardon

    Practically shut the Zoo, we haven’t any clue
    How far up David Icke’s Rabbit hole do you have to goo
    Until you smell the bull poo, I ask you?
    Study mammals, the variants, tell parents
    Mammalian pathology and Mink/Pangolin physiology
    Check my methodology, questions, juss’ holla G.
    You believe a bio-flu made in a lab just for you
    Why shut a zoo when it’s Bill Gates crew in Wu
    Antivaxx anti-lockdown virus madness crew, fuck you
    I spit compassion for Mink, you just share sick stink
    Common sense and decency on the brink
    National health crisis, you’re brainwashed like Isis
    Killing just as many, your poor mum dad or granny
    Boris Johnson is a pure fanny
    These dead-pan notes are not funny
    Far right thugs and Facebook groups
    Conmen and victims, all fodder for troops
    Caught in the cross-fire, a zoonotic virus
    I put my hands in the air, but nobody would hire us, they fire us!
    Check the papyrus
    2020 vision I got it
    Published in March, I got a fly in my bonnet
    This is no sonnet but if you sun it you get it
    Vitamin DJ, TJ hooka’ beat smell it
    Don’t forget stay fit, still dance and move your feet
    Be discreet with your raps don’t write all caps
    I’m like a Pangolin army walkin’ through cat-flaps
    Flapping chops, cutting drops, wearing a bat bra singing four-tops
    Turvey, squirrely surely shirley, upside down inside from scurvy
    These liars unnerve me, chumocracy dirty
    I’ve been saying this since I was twenty or thirty
    Always wash your hands before eating at the canteeno’
    The virus invisible, I’m Squintin Quarantino

    They put animals and people in cages
    Profited from misery throughout ages
    Confuse health message as illness rages
    The tabloid right wing news-reaper pages
    Have I got news for you
    This shit started in a make-shift wet zoo in Wu
    The chinese contained it, but some tourists plained it
    And some tourists plained it, and some tourists plained it
    Skiers and first-world upper-class dummies
    Picked up corona for a ride to their cities
    Those living in crown cuckoo land, can’t understand what’s new
    A new virus, previously unknown and that much is true
    Faith salespeople and cheats pounce like vultures
    I make word sculptures, music and cultures
    You turn natural disaster into a man-made catastrophe
    By not taking the scientific consensus seriously
    Toilet papers hordes and 5G nutspiracy, embarrass me, callous me?
    Qanon, wake up son, they’re lying about who’s lying
    I’m flowing here trying to keep from sighing
    Singing not crying, walking not flying 
    There’s no denying, right wing leaders cause more dying
    Look at New Zealand and Wuhan, which communist buying?
    First world white capitalist faith-based disaster
    Exceptionalism, conceit makes the virus spread faster
    All the Trump Bolsonaro Bozo incompetence
    Is reflected in numbers, the death and mere pitence
    Largest military and best health care facilities
    Can’t be used to help the people because their for-profit utilities
    Public funds into private purses
    What are you stupid or something, can’t understand these verses
    You’ve been robbed, raped, thraiped and tortured
    They stole the land, the trees, the air from our orchard
    And although its awkward we must walk forward
    For word brings hope and a rant helps my veggies steam
    Environment a melting ice-cream, it doth seem, ripped at the seam
    Tripped over the dream back to the future nightmare
    But I’m awake, ready for the fight, who’s up and out there?
    I’m here training in my yellow submarino’
    Staring at Faceblock, Squintin Quarantino

    –Squintin Quarantino

    See 2020: Squintin Quarantino