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Monday, February 20, 2012

In Defense of Instrumental Hip Hop: an Op Ed

Good Morning. If permitted, I will give a brief on the importance of instrumental music albums, etc. Last week, I posted the link passed to me on Why Instrumental Hip Hop Sucks, and Should Be Banned (browse my timeline on the page). Of course, even as an emcee I disagree with this sentiment. While hip hop music is popularized by the verbal styling of rappers and emcees, I find that the music is equally--if not more important. It is usually the first element of the song you hear-thus setting the atmosphere and tone of the forthcoming experience. If we're fortunate-the vocalist will be in tuned with her/his craft enough to establish synergy with the music. If. We're. Fortunate... Further, most listeners/fans/consumers tend to pay more attention to the beat, or music-than the actual lyrics. For all they know-the vocalist could be speaking gibberish over what is deemed a hot beat--and it will be hailed the greatest contribution in music to date! But this is only a small portion of the picture. When one listens to classical music, or a jazz ensemble-usually-there are no lyrics or vocalist to accompany the instrumentation--save operatic pieces. When hearing the music, one is forced to 'imagine' what it represents, or--to even 'CREATE' meaning for what is being heard/experienced. THAT-is the importance of instrumental music! It nurtures imagination in the listener-and allows for the listener to take part in the experience of the piece. With hip hop music, the producer has an opportunity to become MORE than just a semi-witty manipulator of random sounds and classic aged loops: The producer has before them--a canvas in which to create a new contribution of sonic art. And if it be judged as non-original, I would counter that at some point-all music loops, and should you venture far enuff in the past, you will discover near similarities in other forms of music. Hip Hop instrumentation is unique, in the sense that when access to instruments were taken from public schools, other means of sound were sought, and employed--and the beat-box is Ancient. Now-the instrumentation within this music-culture has evolved to the point where even production can be seen as a true art form... because it IS. Use your imagination. Fathom 9 (Brotherhood of Doom)

Sunday, November 27, 2011

“ Ladies, Gentlemen: You’ve eaten well. You’ve eaten the soul of a once beautiful and promising movement. You have coerced the vox populi into allowing your glutenous deeds of greed to pass without censure, and you have used art as a means of trafficking mediocrity. True-yours is a monstrous machine, fed with the blissfully ignorant-of both artist and consumer, but all empires fall. And so begins yours. From this moment on…None of you are safe… (Brotherhood of Doom) ” — Fathom 9

Saturday, November 19, 2011

It Came from the Mind of Dr. Anonymous!!!!!

~~BREAKING NEWS~~ Historians have just UN-earthed the missing album from on Dr. Anonymous! It is believed to date back to the year 2001-but this can be neither confirmed or denied. Experts say the carbon signature cannot be fully distinguished, as some radiation readings are off the charts, bearing particles unknown to present science. You will be the first of this age to hear what was--as we understand--supposed to be a beacon of underground hip hop--before The Great Forgetting.... ~~end Transmission~~

Friday, November 11, 2011



Thursday, November 10, 2011

Peace from Fathom 9

Greetings. Many are new to this space, and essentially, I am new to your ears. I bid thee welcome, and hope what you hear not only sounds good, but adds something good to your life... In brief, I will say a bit about myself. I am an emcee-first. I've been serious about emceeing since about 1996. Attending various open mic functions to hone the skills, endure critique and loss--basically paying my dues as an aspiring artist. Over time my philosophies toward the craft have changed, become more informed. Still-I am an emcee, first. Around roughly '98 or '99--I became eager to get into music production-and wanted to make my own tracks, mainly due to the fact of being hard-pressed to find producers locally who had a sound I wanted to associate my verses with. At any rate-due to an unfortunate set of circumstances, the silver lining of that led me to be enabled to purchase my own equipment-and thus began the music production tenure of one Fathom 9. Being sucked into the Universe of music production, I neglected my pen-and to many became solely known as a producer, but I have and will ALWAYS emcee. I guess what I'm saying is--it's interesting to see some of the reactions that come from people when they hear a voice on a beat I produced and it's, "Whoa--u flow too?!" It's written on every bio of mine. lol. Well--so ends my little rant. Please enjoy the music, and tell a friend to tell 5 more. Peace. 9

Tuesday, November 8, 2011


lessons From the place of transition, my Mother instructs me still… While recalling my performance this past Saturday night-I thought of how difficult it was to get through the song Beautiful Words (a song 4 Momma). I thought of our relationship, and how it was never all it could have been. I remember grappling with love of my mother from a philosophical perspective—in that love is not innate—it very much so is a choice. We are conditioned to believe we exit the womb loving our parents, but it is merely form and function. Love-like any form of life—must be grown—nurtured. Love takes patience, follows a process unique unto its beholder. Each garden is different, and thus love is expressed differently. I questioned if I truly loved my mother at a point in my life—reliving the tumultuous moments of being her sun. Honestly-my love for her was ever under scrutiny by me—but I came to realize that if I didn’t love her as much as I did-I would never have fought so hard to get her to be a real mother to me. I have learned-since her passing-that you are capable of CHOOSING to love someone—and you may never understand why you love them—but from balls to bone—u Do. And you know what? That’s alright. Love you, Mom—because I choose to. <3