WEEKEND AT MONZY'S

Monzy The Terrible - Revenge of Abel

 [lTRACK: SLEAZE 0:05]

“COOPED UP WITH A VILLAINOUS GROUP TO PLOT A COUP D'ETAT”

YOU STAND ABOVE THE STILL POND. HUNGOVER. MUTED ORGAN KEYS STIR RIPPLES FROM BELOW. SURFACE TENSION SHATTERS, PULLING YOU FROM THE FOG OF LAST NIGHT.

MONZY DOESN’T CARE IF YOU HAVE A HEADACHE. THEY’RE FISHING DOWNSTREAM AND CALLING YOUR MOM NAMES THROUGH BIBLICAL REFERENCES, HARDLY LOUD ENOUGH TO HEAR OVER THE WIND. WHAT CUTS THROUGH IS THE RHYTHMIC ASSONANCE OF THE PRACTICED POET.

[TRACK: 4NR 2:11]

“MONZY THE TERRIBLE, MORE PARABLES TO UTTER. NEVER CARED FOR YOU MOTHERFUCKERS. DID I ST-ST-ST-ST-STUTTER?”

MAYBE THE MORNING JOINT WAS ILL-ADVISED. YOU’RE CROSSFADED INTO A JAZZ BAR JUST AS THEY BREAK UP THE MOSH (???) THE DISTANT MEMORY OF BUBBLING ORGAN KEYS TICKLES YOU STILL. MONZY SNICKERS BACKSTAGE, INTRODUCES DYLAN ON THE BOARDS BEFORE BURSTING THROUGH THE CURTAIN.

“VERSE TWO!”

THE PLACE IS A VACUUM. THE SOLE SOURCE OF SOUND, MONZY WEAVING
SUICIDAL IDEATION THROUGH MISANTHROPIC CONTEMPT, ALL WITH A SMIRK.

[TRACK: OGRE 1:41]

“DRANK 33 MODELOS, I NEED A PILLOW, PILLS, PINK PANTIES, PINK PANTHERESS, AND PUSSY WILLOWS”

EVERYONE’S GLUED TO YOU, TIME TO GO.

YOUR EYES HAVEN’T QUITE ADJUSTED TO THE AFTERNOON SUN. HORNS FADE IN BEHIND YOU. CRYING ? LAUGHING AT YOU ? MONZY SAUNTERS DISTANTLY, MAKING JOKES YOU DON’T GET THAT REFERENCE BOOKS YOU’VE NEVER READ.

YOU TURN DOWN THE ALLEY. THEIR VOICE ECHOES BETWEEN APARTMENT BUILDINGS. TRAILED ONLY BY TRUMPETS.

“WHAT THE FUCK YOU WANNA DO? HUH?”

GUESS WE’LL SEE.

LISTEN TO REVENGE OF ABEL BY MONZY THE TERRIBLE HERE

IN ONE END OUT THE OTHER

  

FJ - THERAPOETRY

[TRACK: DEAR SUMMER 0:26]

"REFERRING TO THE PRACTICE OF USING POETRY AS A TOOL FOR EMOTIONAL EXPLORATION HEALING AND SELF DISCOVERY"

PIANO KEYS SCATTER LIKE DROPS OF WATER AFTER THE SPLASH, SLOW MOTION.... WHERE WE WE DRIVING? WAIT, I'M ALONE... CONTEMPLATING. WHO IS THAT TALKING? OH YA THAT MOTIVATIONAL TAPE THE HOMIE GAVE ME

"IF THERE'S A STORM BREWIN YE I'LL WEATHER THAT..."

A NEW FEELING OF CONFIDENCE STRIKES THROUGH YOU. IT'S ALMOST AS IF GOD HERSELF SPIT THE KUNDALINI DIRECTLY DOWN YOUR SPINE.

TRANSFORMATIVE. HONEST. UNDERSTATED AND BEAUTIFULLY EXECUTED.

[TRACK: MOST HIGH 2:04]

"IN THE MIDDLE OF THE TUNNEL WHEN THERE'S NO LIGHT // HOLD ONTO THE ROPE TIGHT // YOU'LL MAKE IT OUT THE OTHER SIDE IN NO TIME"

CHEAPER THAN THERAPY, MORE POETIC THAN AN ARMCHAIR. THIS TAPE HAS A MENTAL MEDICINAL QUALITY. WHAT WAS IT CALLED?  [THERAPOETRY] OH TRUEEEEE.

THIS SHIT IS GAS DAWG. NOT EXACTLY HOUSE PARTY STUFF BUT MAYBE IT IS ROOFTOP BOURBON NEAT GAZING OFF THROUGH THE CITYSCAPE. SHE WASN'T WORTH IT BRO, KEEP DOING YOU. BANGER.

[TRACK: AS THE WORLD TURNS 2:10]

"USED TO PLAY THE VIOLIN USED TO PLAY THE GUITAR....WHEN I GAZE AT THE STARS..."

SIR, THIS IS A WENDY'S. BUT DAMN THIS IS HITTING ME IN A SPOT I DIDN'T KNOW I HAD.

 "IN HIGH SCHOOL I WAS THE MAN, THE FUCK HAPPENED TO ME?"

CREAM RISES. NO SUGAR. THIS SHIT AINT SWEET MAN. THIS IS STRAIGHT FROM THE HEART PIECE PAST THE BRAIN SPOT INTO THE MIC DRIPPING THROUGH BLOOD RED INK. REAL HIP HOP? YOU BE THE JUDGE.

*YOU'VE ARRIVED AT YOUR DESTINATION...*

PUT YOUR MIND AT EASE AND LISTEN TO THERAPOETRY BY FJ HERE