Many people have took notice and messaged me regarding my relationship status on facebook that has changed from nothing to ‘engaged’. I would be flattered, but since no one has ever reached out regarding that cool pic of me holding a REAL HUMAN BRAIN, or any of the other cool ass shit i post, like that cute pic of me and my sisters smiling and shit, Im saying you all can go to H-E- double hockey sticks.

The engagement is a falsehood, but nonetheless a good idea, and im all for good ideas. First, Sikh Knowledge engaged to the legendary shit disturbing Deep Hundal?…if that’s not a power couple, i don’t what is. Second, have you seen Deep Hundal?

But, I digress. Thanks for all the well wishing, it’s extremely satisfying to know that I can now be ignored by someone good looking as opposed to no one?

The Original Hott Head himself Busy Signal Himself is CPR’ing Dancehall one riddim at a time. Danehall is coming off a serious serious drought. Daseca house, a production outfit, has consistently been putting out wack ass riddims (obviously with exceptions….kinda, like Burning by sean paul, but that was years ago) for the last few years. It was this ugly blend of what they thought was a down south american style mixed with dance, and dancehall…with the same raatid chord structure, always resolving the same, with no variation. It was like walking through Hyderabad and looking at all the men who work in IT….

Anyway, my man Busy Signal is doing his thing on some serious percussive tracks…simple is more.

Busy Signal – Style Deh

This past weekend, my man Humble the Poet came into town to lend mic support for the after show of Le Forum contre la violence Policière and L’Impunité (http://forumcontrelaviolencepoliciere.wordpress.com/). We ripped it and Humble got a taste of one of the types of crowds ’round here tabernac estee….Balraj, Humble and I, played Plateau hippies and had a dessert at a café on the corner of Laurier and Parc, while we talked politics….Sikh was validated, and all felt fantastic as Humble schooled him on the finer points of police in the raatid GTA.

F the Police – Sikh and Humble

Finally, turn it up right quick….Scott C, a fellow DILLAgent follower of one of the greatest producers to ever live, is throwing a memorial jam for James Yancey, or Mr. Jay Dilla, on Friday February 12th, at Le Consulat 1442 Bleury….i am a dilla step child for life, and scott is honoring me witha  few moments to spin it down….i got some dilla goodies to whip out the bucket, so come and turn it up

Island and Beyond,

I had a wicked break form Speech-Pathologing and im not sure if you remember (read last post) I had a little event to raise some fund for the AWN…I raised about $130. Not bad for the first Mount Mehfil event EVER….

I appreciate everyone’s hard work..Sonia, Samangi, Veeju Papu, Preeti Dingy..etc…

Now, I’ll be sending this money along with the assurance of advocacyproject.org that it will make it to Afghanistan to help the AWN….

Im thinking of having a part 2. The way I see it, I might not have the time while studying to drop a whole album, but I sure can spin to raise dough for the cause…

Im not sure how kosher this is, but what the hay….Here is a link to a folder filled with some of the qawwali playlist I used that night….download and enjoy….

Click –> Mount Mehfil the Playlist

increase the love…

Last week I was bombarded with exams, quizzes and assignments…I was on the grind that most of us in, at least, Canada understand very well. I wasn’t really bogged down with creativity this time around. It always used to disturb me that my inner voice would have to be ignored to study these volumes of text just to get the grade….(..to make this paper and career…to ultimately be creative all over again lol)…Im confident now in at my age, that my inner voice will never ever leave…i just have to (a la Tucker) ShUt ThE FuCk UuUuP, and listen for it.

Anyway, in the heat of all these études I walk in to the kitchen to get me a snack…etc. I look outside, and there’s a massive, glitch-in-the-matrix, Carribanesque-Bampsi, spider right outside my window….

I almost expelled my cheerios. I noted to my father, “dad, look at that thing…, it’s so cold outside, like stop making webs already, there’s no more food”…..

My dad mysteriously disappears….I look around, he comes determined around the corner holding a spray bottle…”This guy is going to die” he said. Some pesticides are illegal in Quebec, so my neighbor pedals my dad some of the good stuff from Cornwall.

I was shocked, i never saw my dad so organized against a spider. Usually im the one screaming and he’ll grab a spider with his hand and throw it outside…( i know, i got shivers too)…

My man stood outside in front of this sucker and destroyed its home and certainly its confidence…The funny thing is my dad kept spraying this spider as if he was using projectiles….the spiders not going die right away…

“Stopp! That’s enough!” I shouted…”just give it a second to work”…no sooner, my dad went after a second one off to the side…

I said…DAD!

It was over. I havent seen a web since….

Last Saturday, Ill mestizo and I opened for Typecast and Preach Ankobia at Ptit Campus. Mestizo and I have been boys for years, but havent performed together in around 8 years. I had much fun….we did a few hype tracks…i busted out an instrumental I havent used before live…it worked out wonderfully (POSTED BELOW)

On Monday night, I went back to the Campus, this time upstairs to check Narcy and Palestinian hip hop group called DAM…

I was hangin with Tash upfront. Moonstar was spinning the night, and the Nomadic Massive singers were supporting Narcy on the Mic.

Now, I got to say….this was my vibe, my crowd, my everything. I would have LOVED to kill it with them on stage. Narcy aired the Phatwa video….DAM, killed it.

It’s interesting to hear how much influence western culture and Hip Hop has had on these three motherfuckers from a such a war torn land…

DAM stands for Da Arabian MC’s….I can think of at least two things wrong with that name, but no one ever said Boot Camp Click had amazing spelling.

http://www.dampalestine.com/ for what it is…

The Track me and mestizo flipped…..Dutty Monks –> DOWNLOAD

Humble got at me for this beat I posted on here earlier this summer called “drives a compressor”…naturally, I said he could have.

Funny where we come from, in terms of beat-priorities. It turns out that Buckshot from Blackmoon wanted this beat so badly….he said that “it was history in the making”…now, im not tooting my own horn.

But yes I am. I’d rather Humble rip it, and I help.

Vibe out.

Humble and I talk “LoveHer” –>DOWNLOAD<–
Production: Sikh Knowledge

Chorus: she's my mother daughter sister Lovher
(HUMBLE)
She hadn’t even seen 11 springs
More beautiful than autumn dreams
They said she’d grow up to be hotter than the summer
But she got chills, when she saw him,
The younger
Brother of her mother
Her drinks that liquid nerve
And he had the nerve to touch her
Then he fucked her
Blamed it on her beauty
Said he did it cuz he loved her
Made her keep the secret
And made his visits more frequent
So that summer never came
And those tears they never showed
But inside it always rained
Fast fwd to 16
Started doing anything jus to numb the pain
Cuz it’s winter everyday
Colder than December
She remembers his ways
She’ll never feel the spring again

(SIKH)

She could see the world from her daddy's shoulders/
feet aint touched the ground since never/
till he dropped her/…her sister and mother/
for the next release/ like a dilla fiend/but it wasn't beats/ it was weed/
…and sex and opiates, he's mad gangsta/
left her roamin the fields like Nebuchadnezzar/future shattered? maybe…/
but her mommy proves to be…/
an example a woman needs a man as much as she needs society../
bun'em/
a little fireball – she wants to be a psychologist/
maybe to figure out why daddy acted stupid/
maybe to understand why she clings to losers/
or mommy always looks like she's about to lose it/
or to earn that wage to make her feel safe/
'cause what her daddy gave barely covered what she ate/
a little queen for real with dreams and hopes as jesters/
my money's on the little brown skin lady with odds stacked against her/

she's my mother daughter sister other….

(HUMBLE)

They always say the 3rd time’s a charm
Clutching her stomach, she prays this one’s son
Otherwise, whats the sense in having one
2 daughters, fathers fed up, warned not to mess this up
as if the burden is all her own
another blessing of a baby girl means she’s not welcome home
he makes her go through it alone
a taxi to the hospital, she goes through it alone
Sunday night, no family in the room
To witness the miracle coming from the womb
Yet to their joy, a healthy baby boy
She declares him royality, cuz she already knew
And papa slowly learned
Raised his princesses to queens, changed his ways to better things
But the stains always remain
The change in her brain
She’s not the same
She can’t forgive him

Some of the iller art one can create is simple, un worked, and comes from just playing around….Ive been working with this artist named Dior…..just Dior. Sounds like a fragrance that the ladies a la Baie won’t spray on me cause I walk with a bop…..losers. I already smell good. Anyway Dior and I have been getting together on weekends recording some joints etc….My girl can belt it out.

We sip tea, and talk politics, and all things ghetto….Im learning the intricacies of Ghetto anatomy. One always must remain mindful of what adjective one is using….Ghetto is not the same as Gully, is not the same as reffy….etc…

There are many words to describe the severe penury (eh kelly…penury) that afflicts people….The gully object of the post: the autotuner. The ghetto aspect: being surrounded by kleenex and tea cups in my studio with a stack of bills piled on my expensive gear (Irony)…..is Irony ghetto?

Anyway, im confused.

New Joint, Click and DL ——>  Ghetto (Dior ft. Sikh Produced my Sikh)

If Oprah can have “Ah! Ha!” moments, why can’t I have Blam! Blam! moments….What has she done for the hype lately. NOTHING. I had a few Balm Blam moments in these last few weeks of my vacay….For one, hearing that my boy Ill mestizo was up on stage opening at the Busta show….that was Blam Blam. Realizing that in t-minus 2 years, ill be a speech language pathologist AND producer was a blam blam moment…..Ken Lo’s shit is Blam Blam, Sarah’s EP release jam at off the hook was Blam Blam, Nomadic Massive at Jazz Fest, the weather this last week, my mpc, my nieces, Tiramisu at Euro Deli, Scott C’s smile talking about what sounds good, someone pumping my shit on ste laurent, my sisters, karma’s new shit, mili’s new job, veej’s friendship….nuff things are Blam Blam…..the new Busy Signal joint (Eh LÉ LÉ LÉ LÉ LÉ LÉ LÉ LÉ LÉ LÉ) and this join….watch?v=qZwSH0sKBJE

This Barkat Sidhu….what the HELL is this about? Where did this fireball come from?…a small modest discography, and mad talented. He is from Punjab, and makes me want to drop and yell out to the sky….I cried once during this tune.

Hella Heavy.

Here are 2 new ones for your chariots….they bump hard. Aisee Taisee has Gurdas kickin some real shit on it…

Puis des ges indiens la….jaime comment ils sont foncé, puis ils sont tellement Hot. That’s it.

Check

DL–>Methane

DL–>Aisee Taisee

Well, it had to happen at some point.

Funny story about Sikh Knowledge and Hip Hop…I first ran in to trouble when I was watching rap city on much music as a kid, and the end credits ran this particular instrumental. This motherfucker knocked my socks off and i knew my life wasn’t going to be the same.

Anyway, the Montreal Expos and I did this little joint on it to kick off the peak of summer …

http://www.divshare.com/direct/7935427-b83.mp3

(Montreal expos are those emcees in this track: Shogun, Karma Atchykah, Ill Mestizo, Jay to the Eh, Sikh Knowledge)
Arranged, and mixed by sikh knowledge at the bank.