LAGER TIME PODCAST: On Music Enjoyment Denial

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I’ve just uploaded another episode of Lager Time - this one is called On Music Enjoyment Denial - where I talk about about why I didn’t like Grime, when it first emerged in the early 2000’s.

It’s based on Book 4 of Meditations by Marcus Aurelius. It’s the fifth one (including the intro) in this series I’ve written and I’ve very much enjoyed it.

You can listen below via Substack, or you can Subscribe to my Substack where it’s hosted and where you can also read it as a blog.

As ever, if you like this odd little niche thing that I’m doing over here, please recommend it to a mate, and if you fancy whipping the wallet out, you can make a donation on my Ko-Fi account, Buy-Me-A-Lager – there’s a few copies left of my first book the Suburban, which you can grab on my website alongside a couple of other bits – then of course there’s music on Spotify, Apple, and videos on You Tube and all that caper.

Peas and taters

Paul

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Substack Post: On the Death of Skibadee: Part 2

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I mentioned in the first part of this, that it’s probably going to be a bit all over the place. It is. And I’m probably going to contradict myself.     I’m trying to work out where I stand on the sincerity of social-media posting, particularly in times of tragedy.

I’ve always had this stubborn side of me, that wants to quietly rebel against consensus. I’m not quite sure why but I find it pretty annoying; as in, why can’t I just accept things like most other people. I suspect it has a lot to do with my own ego, which, despite calm / gormless appearances, can be a raging-mess, like a quaint, inconspicuous (and fully soundproofed) village-hall; housing a packed, drug-fuelled gabba-rave.  But that’s not the only thing.

My first memory of it rearing its head was in primary school, watching some slapstick-theatre show, prancing about the school assembly hall. All the kids were cracking-up; except for me. I can remember this conflicted feeling I had – this sort of frustration, that I wanted all the other kids to understand that this is shit, it isn’t funny ­- versus the feeling (though I could be making this bit up but I’m pretty sure it was the case) of actually wanting to laugh, because perhaps; it was funny, in places.

The classic one these days, is if someone recommends me something to watch, or listen to, that’s current, or popular, or both. My normal reaction is something along the lines of that’s probably going to be shit. See, I can be a prick. However, in some cases, that inner-prick, is often right; subject to my own preference and opinion, of course. Kendrick Lamar is a decent spitter, but he ‘aint top ten, no-where near it, mate. And Line of Duty, was no better than a soap-opera. It was alright, but nothing special. Sometimes I wish I could accept the consensus though. Life would probably be a bit happier.  

Sometimes it’s not all ego-driven, or just something being over-rated. Sometimes, it’s a hunch or a suspicion, that something else is going on. The bull-shit detector. If it’s mass-consensus, sometimes it could be tribalism that’s driving it, or self-preservation perhaps, which gets masked as earnest, which then makes it insincere, thus bull-shit; especially in the realm of politics. Sincerity is important to me.

There’s numerous cultural and political examples I could give here. A major tragedy happens, a mass-shooting, a war, some big social-justice-type moment and immediately social-media timeliness are awash with more platitudes than a political speech-writing-workshop. But why?

My own reaction to this sort of stuff could well speak to that inner-prick, he exists, most certainly. Also my own social-inadequacies. If I wasn’t so awkward, perhaps ‘d be jumping on board the big save-the-world-sloganeering. 

Sometimes it’s an insecurity thing; they’re probably related. I mugged off grime when it first came about. I think deep-down, I thought it had stolen drum and bass’s thunder. How stupid is that? Like I own drum and bass, or something?! It’s all music. I love music. I’m glad I saw through my own bullshit there. I love grime. Equally, I used to cuss-off 90’s R&B music, saying it was cheesy. But in truth, I did like some of it, I think my issue was that I associated it with men that were confident with the ladies; which of course, I wasn’t.

What’s triggered this post, is the recent death of UK MC Skibadee. Unfortunately, with easy access to instant news, it seems not a week goes by without some legend passing away, and it’s always sad, especially when that person means something to so many. Skibba meant a lot to me (and many, many others of course) but it was the first time I felt moved to write something and post it online and even then I was conflicted. Only time will tell if I’d detected the smell of my own bullshit again, whilst writing it.

The only time I’ve ever chipped in previously was when Leslie Neilson died, and that was only a short tweet. But this one’s bought the conflict up in me again. This conforming thing. I’ve seen a lot of it of late, but for some reason, it doesn’t sit right with me and I don’t know if it’s just that egotistical-dick-head-insecure-not-in-the-cool-club-side-of-me, or the side that’s sometimes, is right to be suspicious[U1] ?

I fully understand that there were many people that knew him, or grew up listening to him, or knew how much of an inspiration he’s been. But some of the things I was seeing, from accounts that I’ve never seen post anything about him, or drum and bass even, felt insincere. Call me a prick here but it seems that if his passing somehow fitted into the sphere, however tenuously, of those accounts own ‘online brand’, then they would comment. Like an industrial trawler, sweeping up everything off the ocean floor, so long as it looked like a fish; it all has a value.  I’m not going to include any examples here, as I’m well-aware I could be completely wrong. I’d rather keep focus on the general sincerity online, or lack of, whenever any big tragedy happens and the cultural-capital that can come with commenting.

I know only too well, what a few of those heart-like-clicks can do to my brain, I can feel it fiending for them, like my dog when I whip the treats out, whenever I post something and then check in, at numerous intervals, to see if anyone has liked it. I’ll be checking the stats on this post, no doubt. That dopamine hit from a click validation – it’s addictive.  And what better way to get those hits, than writing something, in emotional times, that appeals to people’s sense of loss and occasion? Get it right and you’re a wide-boy with the keys to a charlie-factory.

As I write my way through this, I realise it’s probably a mixture of both.  Sincere and insincere. Maybe it’s ok, to reach out for validation, in times of high emotion. The day before I got married, when the pressure was on, I felt the sudden need to reach-out to my parents. I had a little cry and I hugged my mum and I think that was what I needed in that moment. It wasn’t online of course but I would never share anything like that online, that’s just not me but I think the motive may be have similar. For some, maybe that’s what it is, a little reach-out for a virtual-hug, as well as wanting to honour the dearly departed. No shame there.

But is that the case every time? I don’t think so. There’s some people, out there knee-deep in clicked-sourced-dopamine and looking for that next hit. But you tell me. These things are very difficult to prove and of course call-out, due to the sensitive nature of the subjects. I guess it's down to perception at the end of the day, that and smokey mirrors.

We’re all still figuring out the dos and don’ts of this social media thing. What I do know is, most cultures have specific ways to honour their dead, they’re time-honoured traditions and every part of it, is designed to serve a higher purpose, way beyond gassing-up someone delivering a half-arsed eulogy. Large up the real ones and RIP Skibadee.    

Substack post: On the Death of Skibadee: Part 1

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I’m not sure exactly where I was when I heard Skibadee Mcing, for the first time but I’m quite sure it was on the school bus, sat next to my mate, Graham, who lent me a copy, which I copied, of a DJ Brockie set; from a One Nation tape-pack. What I do know is, that it was on that tape, that I first heard Skibba and it stayed in my Walkman, for a very long time. I still have it somewhere and can still recite many of the MC’s lyrics on it. We all have a that tape – I’ve got two, this is the other one.

The year was 1998, I would’ve been about 14. The tape itself, was definitely from 98. That was the year that another legendary UK MC passed away, Stevie Hyper D. His name, along with ‘R I P’ was chanted a lot throughout that tape and a lot of the other DJ sets that were in that same tape-pack. It was pertinent, because from my point of view, and a lot of others, Skibadee went on take Stevie Hyper D’s crown, as the King of Drum and Bass MC’s and all-round UK MC legend.

For those that don’t know what, or who I’m talking about, that’s ok, I’ll try and explain but I’m not quite sure where to start. Perhaps yesterday (Sunday, 28.2.22) I saw online, whilst sat watching that new Kanye West documentary on Netflix, that Skibadee had passed away. I felt that pang in my chest and belly, took in a short breath and paused the telly. This, a week after another UK music stalwart (albeit, from a younger generation) Jamal Edwards, had also passed away.

This morning, I felt compelled to put some thoughts down, not quite sure why but I hope I’ll figure that out as this goes on. It will probably be a bit all over the place, as I’m going to try and link it to something else that I’ve been thinking about, which is something along the lines of; posting-things-on-social-media-as-a-form-of-expression- and-when-is-it-genuine? But I’ll deal with that, in a second post, I’ve got too much to say about Skibba and it’s probably more interesting.

But back to Skibba and that DJ Brockie tape. If you grew up in the 90’s, were from the UK, London or the surrounding counties and were tuned in to underground dance-music, chances are, you’d know about jungle / drum ‘n bass. Maybe you went to the raves, maybe like me, you had a mate and an older brother, who played you a tape, or a record, maybe you heard it blasting out of a souped-up Ford Escort XR3i, or maybe you were playing with the radio dial one day and you picked up one of the numerous pirate-stations that were broadcasting off London rooftops. And if you were nerdy, like I was and still am, you’d get obsessed and chances are you’d know that line of lineage, from Jungle to Drum and Bass - to UK Garage, to Grime, to Dubstep, to UK Rap to Drill, and the roots of that line from rave / hardcore, breakbeat, acid-house, techno, hip hop, bashment /dancehall /ragga / roots-reggae and dub. And you’d be proud of it. Too me, being a nerd is just an extension of passion, after all.

I loved Drum and Bass. I still do. I’ve talked about it a lot in my writing. I played the actual drums as a kid, so I love beats, big beats. When I first heard sped-up, chopped up, amen-breaks, I lost my shit. I soon learned that there was this whole scene, that came from London, just up the road from me, in Surrey and in it existed producers, DJ’s, promoters, pirate-radio stations, raves, flyers, tape-packs from said raves, record shops, record bags and clothes and of course, MC’s. It was sick. And it was from London.

But back to that tape, again, finally. When first hearing it, I didn’t yet know how it all worked. The raves, the pirate-stations and the setups, how the music was communicated, with the DJ’s and the MC’s and how they worked together. I had little or no exposure to that world. I knew hip hop and knew about house and techno, through my older siblings, amongst other sounds. But Hip hop was on TV, house and techno were on BBC Radio 1.  I remember trying to exclaim to my brother, Will, that I’d heard this tape with all of these London MC’s on the records, that the DJ was playing. He had to explain to me, that the MC’s were live, on the mikes, at the event, hyping up the crowd and spitting their lyrics over the beats the DJ was playing. That was how it worked. Despite its similar DJ/MC lineage, 90’s hip hop and its era of wildly successful recording artists, making actual tracks in studios, were hardwired into me at this stage. I had no idea, I thought all those voices that I was hearing on the tape, were recorded on the records. I even thought Skibbas name was ‘Skipper-d’ for a good while.

The whole thing was exciting to me, for a number of reasons. A lot of the MC’s were rapping in the double-time style. Super-fast lyrics, that sounded like machine-guns. I love breakbeats and what there were doing, was making their voices into rhythmic instruments, like watching a drum solo from Buddy Rich, not just sitting in the background providing a beat. I often had no idea what they were saying but it sounded sick. Sometimes they were freestyling, I couldn’t believe that either, just making it up on the spot, like it was magic, they all seemed so talented. But they were doing it, over Drum and Bass beats, which I loved and they had London accents, often intermixed with Jamaican ragga styles. But that sounded far less alien, to this pasty kid from Surrey, than an American accent on a hip hop beat did; as much as I loved hip hop, of course, it was American.

Typically, on a DJ set from one of the big raves, like One Nation, if it was Drum and Bass, you’d have two or three MC’s, sometimes more, sometimes less. The raves would then produce the sought-after tape-packs that you could buy, with all the DJ sets recorded onto cassettes and they’d have these mad futuristic designs on the covers. That first tape from the One Nation 98 pack that I heard, if memory recalls correctly, had 5ivo, Shabba, Fearless, Moose and Skibbadee all MCing on it. Skibba wasn’t on it much but when I heard him, he really stood out. I assumed then, that he was like a young up-and-comer, so only got a little spot. Again, highlighting my lack of understanding about how those big rave events worked, he was all over the other tapes that I later heard, just not the Brockie one. I wanted to hear more of him, though. That little segment was enough to get me hooked. He came on, mid-set, with that lyric that included the words ‘when am I gonna get my dividend’ which is also where I first heard and later learned the meaning of that word; financial education from Skibadee – what was school for?

His staccato, double-time flow, sounded so cool to me. No one did it like him but we all tried. Go on, say that above sentence to yourself, rapidly, without pausing for breath and you’ll go someway to understanding why he was so effective as an all round MC .

‘when am I gonna get my dividend, I get my piece of the action’

His vocal tone, flow and energy, just sounded perfect. I’d rewind that bit, over and over, loving it when he cut in and rode the beat, like a horse to war, full of slickness and confidence. It was his bars and a few of Stevie Hyper D’s (someone else I’ve also written about) that I first tried to copy, when I decided I was going to be an MC.

Since I’ve been into it, Drum and Bass’s popularity has often fluctuated. At the time I first heard that tape, it wasn’t that popular anymore, it didn’t seem it anyway. Wide-boys at my school were listening to speed garage – maybe their elder siblings liked Jungle back in the early 90’s but it was seen as either too fast and aggressive, or just a bit mental. The music was definitely quite-dark, back then, when I first latched on to it.

Me and my brother Will, would go into the newsagents and scan through the big dance music magazines of the time, like DJ and Mixmag and see if there were any Drum and Bass features, it was slim pickings, they barley got a mention. I remember getting upset one day when Loaded magazine casually said it was ‘dead.’ How arrogant have you gotta be to say that? Regardless though, that music soldiered-on, along with its infrastructure of raves like One Nation, Helter Skelter and Droppin Science.

With the commercial success of UK Garage, came the rise of MC-led garage and the So Solid Crew era. Suddenly, UK MC’s were at the forefront, as rappers, on tracks and in videos, not just crowd hypers at the raves anymore. UK hip hop has always been around, as far as I can remember but it was very niche. At this point, Drum and Bass seemed to get more popular again, this time, with a lot more focus on the MC’s, so naturally, Skibba rose to the top. He even featured on a chart-topping Shy FX track that got playlisted on BBC Radio 1. I remember getting pissed-off when Chris Moyles played the record on his drivetime show and was doing bad impressions of Skibba. I felt like he had no idea who Skibadee was and had just disrespected an underground legend, who’d found commercial success.

This era also spawned a whole load of rudeboys, to want to pick up a mike and start MCing – when I first was in my early teens, everyone wanted to DJ, Mc’s were thin on the ground where I grew up. That all changed. Skibba was the one they always seemed to gravitate towards, trying to imitate his rapid double-time style. When am I gonna get my dividend. Everyone loved Skibba. But there’s only one Skibadee and a DJ set, with 7 rudeboys doing bad impressions of him, could easily be MC-overkill and ruin a DJ set and often a whole event; which it did, many times. Thus, the tables had turned somewhat, in the eternal conflict between DJ’s and MC’s but it turned off a lot of people, myself included.

I was heavily into Drum and Bass, for a long time but as I got into my early twenties, I gradually started to drift away from it. I’d been Mcing for a few years and had a few gigs under my belt but had gradually transitioned to focusing more on writing lyrics and trying to make tracks but not drum and bass tracks - hip hop, grime and whatever else; drum and bass was still very a much a club-based scene and I didn’t think I had what it took, to be the hyper-energetic rave MC. That and I got fed-up with moter-mouthed rudeboys trying to hustle the mike off me all the time.

I can’t pretend I’ve been this unwavering, hardcore Drum and Bass head. I haven’t. I still went to the occasional event but chances are it would be something like Rupture – which focused a lot more on the breakbeats and didn’t seem to attract the crowd that wanted the MC’s, spitting constantly over Jump Up beats. In some of those circles, it was almost frowned upon to like those MC’s, or the beats they typically rapped over. Even in an underground sub-genre, with sub-sub-genres, there was still elements of classism and cultural superiority. I certainty had traits of this but if I’m honest, I still loved a bit of Skibba and Shabba on a jump-up set. Every now and again, I’d blast an old tape with MC’s like Skibba spraying all over it. And with the advent of You Tube and the wider application of the internet in general, people were uploading all sorts of old DJ sets from raves and radio and records – so I’d go down these rabbit-holes and enjoy the lyrical-barrages of an MC Convention set, in the safety of my headphones and a few premium-strength lagers.

I work a lot with young people and I often ask them what music they listen too. Many will cite British-born rappers, in fact, these days they’re more likely to listen to British rap music, than they are American. It’s a huge turnaround from where it was, when I first got interested in all of this. I remember people smirking when I told them I liked UK hip hop. Those drum and bass MC’s, along with the UK Garage MC’s and of course the likes of So Solid Crew, Heartless Crew, Pay As You Go (as well as the UK Hip Hop guys Like London Posse, Blak Twang, Roots Manuva, Jehst and Skinnyman) made it a lot more acceptable for your average British kid, to listen to UK MC’s.

The wider acceptance of British underground dance and rap music, was helped massively with the advent of BBC 1Xtra and Channel U. Both national platforms, with a much bigger reach than anything before, where a wider audience could be cultivated and it was. These platforms allowed rappers to have legitimate careers and it sent Grime into the mainstream. I was always chuffed, when those stations showcased the Drum and Bass guys that came before; Skibba was often on 1xtra doing freestyles. And you’d often hear the first wave of successful Grime MC’s, who were getting major record deals, paying homage to Skibba, Shabba, Dett, Stevie Hyper et all, preserving the lineage.

Years later, with social media, I’d be able to occasionally check in with these guys. I followed SASASAS all those MC’s and DJ’s from my past and have regularly watched short video clips of all those guys, shutting down raves and festivals the world over, still going after all these years and as someone that still likes to rap and MC, fast approaching 40, it’s inspiring to me that they’re all still doing it, into their 40’s and 50’s even, and still headlining events. It was only on Saturday, that I looked at a picture of Shabba, Harry Shotta, DJ Phantasy and Skibadee, with the caption asking their fans what festivals they wanted to see them at this year.

With the current crop of Drill rappers, making their way in the music world, I don’t know if they know, from whence they came, in terms of the rap industry in the UK. It’s neither here nor there if they do, they’re doing their own thing and I respect it, as any new generation should -  however, if they care to look – they’ll see Skibadee up there, as one of the great UK MC’s, who helped blaze a path for this whole British rapping thing to happen, and me, and countless others who grew up on the tape packs, pirate-radio and car-stereos and raves, will forever be indebted to his legacy.

I hope he’s up there, in his final resting place, going back-to-back with Stevie Hyper D, keeping the eternal rave-souls lively in the dance. Skibba dealt with the matter and dealt with it proper.