I first heard Shad on CBC Radio 3 online. The track was “Yaa I Get It” and I really enjoyed it. I haven’t listened to a lot of rap in the last few years; I’ve more or less grown bored by the genre, especially all the violence. So, I was happy to hear this track, which was boastful but funny.
I decided to get the whole disc, and I wasn’t disappointed. “Rose Garden” features a sample of “I Never Promised You a Rose Garden” which sets some of the tone of the disc. But it’s on the next song “Keep Shining” that Shad’s uniqueness shines through. This song is about women. But not in any way that I’ve heard in rap before: “I can’t speak for women. We need more women for that.” And the inspiring final verse:
My mom taught me where to keep my heart.
My aunt taught me how to sing two parts.
My sis taught me how to parallel park,
and tried to teach me math but she way to too smart.
My grandma in the 80’s is still sharp.
My girl’s cousin is in activism in art.
They taught there’s no curls to tight, no mind too bright, no skin too dark to keep shining.
Later on the disc is “We Are the Ones” an oddball jam that sounds like one of those bizarre Atlanta rap tracks (funky vocals and all) and an amusing line about being Lost like Matthew Fox. But his name checks aren’t all pop culture (Moredcai Richler gets a mention as does Glenn Beck (he “better duck like foie gras”).
And of course, there’s the wonderful “Yaa I Get It.” With great horn blast samples and all kinds of noise competing for our attention. Yet, throughout the lyrics stand out: “Maybe I’m not big cus I don’t blog or twitter…Dawg, I’m bitter.” And there’s this wonderful couplet: The precision of my flows in terms of tone and diction/Is akin to that of the old masters of prose and fiction.” Or take this lyrics from “Call Waiting,” “But what they say is hard for a pimp is harder for a man of faith.”
“Listen” has some great scratching on a heavy rocking track. It’s followed by “At the Same Time.” This is a mellow, sad song, which I don’t really like, yet which I find very affecting. And lyrically, it’s great: “I never laughed and cried at the same time… Until, I heard a church pray for the death of Obama. And wondered if they knew they share that prayer with Osama.”
The disc ends with “We, Myself and I” another noisy rocker and the one minute “Outro” an acapella rant.
Shad is a great rapper, doing interesting things and trying to make a difference. He’s worth checking out.
[READ: November 1, 2010] “Marshall McLuhan”
I learned about this book because I’m a fan of Douglas Coupland. And, as it turns out I’ve always had a vague interest in Marshall McLuhan, so it seemed like a sure thing. The problem was that the book was not readily available in the U.S. So, I had to order it from Amazon.ca. And, since you can’t get free shipping to a U.S. address from amazon.ca, I thought it would make sense to order 6 titles in the series, all of which I’ll post about this week.
So, here’s a shameless plug to the folks at Penguin Canada–I will absolutely post about all of the books in this series if you want to send me the rest of them. I don’t know how much attention these titles will get outside of Canada, but I am quite interested in a number of the subjects, and will happily read all of the books if you want to send them to me. Just contact me here!
Each book in the series has an introduction by John Ralston Saul, in which he explains the purpose of the series and states globally why these individuals were selected (“they produce a grand sweep of the creation of modern Canada, from our first steps as a democracy in 1848 to our questioning of modernity late in the twentieth century”). It also mentions that a documentary is being filmed about each subject.
Perhaps the most compelling sentence in the intro is: “each of these stories is a revelation of the tough choices unusual people must make to find their way.” And that’s what got me to read thee books.
This volume was probably a bad place to start in the Extraordinary Canadians series if only because it appears that Coupland’s volume is markedly different from the others. Coupland being Coupland, he has all manner of textual fun wit the book. The other authors seem to write pretty straightforward books, but you know something is up right away when you open the book and the first six pages comprise a list of anagrams of “Marshall McLuhan.”
On to Marshall McLuhan. The Medium is the Message. That’s about all anyone who has heard of McLuhan knows about him (and that he has a hilarious cameo in Annie Hall).
When I was a freshman in college, I took a class in Communications which focused an awful lot on Marshall McLuhan. I didn’t like the teacher very much, but the message stayed with me all these years. And so even though I’m not a student of McLuhan or anything, I was happy to relearn what I should have known about the man and his ideas.


















