B L A C K I E will be performing this thursday March 12th, 2009 a the University of Houston Satellite between 11am-2pm with Sings and Warbler Pl.
An added bonus that I found while travelling today, a short clip of B L A C K I E playing the Young Mammals “Carrots” CD release show. I think that Scott D from Too Bored Productions was the creator of this video, so thanks for that. B L A C K I E’s upcoming shows are listed below.
Also, you are going to want to enlarge this video. B L A C K I E — SPACES ALL CAPS!
MP3: B L A C K I E :: … Is Still Alive
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Mario+Hamwi
Music is something that is beyond human characteristic likings and dislikings. It is liked by every one though its genre can be different. Some may like the classical music style or to some hip hop and rock style would be worth making a choice. Besides these there are several genres & different artist are available.
The punkest rapper in Houston
I went into work this morning at Warehouse Live, expecting the usual – setting up and sitting through mediocre bands for a
shit wage. And, for the most part, I was right. They had 7 shitty, completely generic bands battling in a competition where
the winner gets to go play some jerk-off national music festival in Tennessee. Halfway through the day, after the all the
bands had got there and unloaded their gear, this beat up old car pulls up outside the back door. The backseat had been
gutted out to fit a huge raggedy-ass looking speaker box and an amp. This weird looking black dude with a fly ass fro steps
out and scopes the place out. Being my job to help him unload his crap in some corner backstage, I introduced myself and
helped him drag the speaker cab out of his back seat, and I asked him what band he was with and he said he wasn’t with any of
the bands, he was going onstage after the battle of the bands was over and before they announced the winner. I queried, and
he said his name was B L A C K I E (all caps with spaces) and he played hardcore rap. Fuck, I thought to myself, this day
just got even worse. If you can’t tell, my taste in music is pretty close-minded and narrowed down to anarcho-punk rock and
some grind and some metal. I hate rap. And I was sure I would hate this guy. He looked funny, he was socially awkward and
didn’t articulate when he spoke (which wasn’t often). And he was a rapper.
Fast forward to the end of the night. The last band just got done playing their generic radio rock bullshit, and I started
packing up equipment and coiling up cables on the stage. B L A C K I E drags his speaker box up on the stage, hooks it in to
his amp and plugs up a little beatbox that he had recorded some of his beats onto. Turns it on, grabs a mic…then jumps
right off the stage and starts spitting some serious fucking antiestablishment lyrics with perfect articulation. Within
seconds the first circle pit of the night – hell, the first even attempted moshing of the night – is formed around him. He
starts just going right the fuck off, moshing with the crowd…the energy was fucking incredible. I could not describe to you
in a way that would not sound retarded the way he just totally puts his entire heart and soul into his performance. But he
did. And it wasn’t retarded. It was fucking amazing. After standing there on the stage for a while, just totally dumbstruck
and mesmerized by this guy, I jumped down into the mosh pit, which had definintely picked up – even the chicks were moshing.
Hard, too. It more than made up for having to sit through all of the shitty bands before him.
My appreciation for this man’s music shocked me, and I felt like all of a sudden my worldview was revolutionized. I realize
now that it doesn’t matter what genre of music (if any exists to describe what I experienced tonight) you play, as long as
you play it for the right reasons, it is still something to be respected. And B L A C K I E has my utmost respect. The man is
totally DIY (I found out later he even built that speaker cab himself with parts he got off ebay), and speaks truths that
spread intelligence. He becomes one with the crowd in a way that I’ve never seen and just rips everybody’s face right the
fuck off. He’s the punkest motherfucker I’ve ever met, and he’s not even a punk. His music is something that is truly his
own, and I know that nobody will ever take it from him.