Clear Circles: The Sequel To Blurred Lines


The culture of entitlement is as American as apple pie. And like almost everything of worth in America, apple pie came from somewhere else. Of course before pie came to America, the English, Dutch, Belgians, and Swedes had a tradition of baking pies, and likewise, they have a shared history of colonization. But we can’t even give ultimate credit for modern colonization to the aforementioned European countries. Portugal and Spain were the mother and father of colonization, and they had a tradition of pies called “empanadas.”

Bible — Buy Bull

Romanus-pontifex-Pope-Nicolas-V-Portugal-January-1455On June 18, 1452, Pope Nicholas V published the bull Dum Diversas to give King Alfonso V the right to force any non-Christian people to serve in perpetual slavery. This document was followed three years later by another papal bull called the Romanus Pontifex, which gave dominion over all of Africa south of Cape Bojador to Alfonso, thus setting in motion the capture and colonization of Africans and opening the door for Christopher Columbus, whom some historians think was a pseudonym for Salvador Fernandes Zarco.

Emancipation Constipation

Fast forward to 1865, the date many believe to be when slavery was abolished in the United States. Only one thing: Slavery was never formally abolished.

Section 1. Neither slavery nor involuntary servitude, except as a punishment for crime whereof the party shall have been duly convicted, shall exist within the United States, or any place subject to their jurisdiction.

Section 2. Congress shall have power to enforce this article by appropriate legislation.

—13th Amendment to the United States Constitution

This amendment was an extension of the ideas brought forth in the Dum Diversas, except now we see that “criminals” are substituted for “non-Christians.” But who determines what is a crime and who are the criminals? Statistically, Blacks and non-Blacks are incarcerated at a rate disproportionally higher than Whites. The penitentiaries are the new plantations.

Legaleeze Nuts

blackslawdictionary-516b10cf26b5bThey say the pen is mightier than the sword, and from a Western worldview, this is very true. We live in a world of words, and those words create thoughts and ideas. Texts such as the Holy Bible or the U.S. Constitution have historically been used as tools to justify some of the most vicious atrocities ever committed against humanity. Words are a primary tool of oppression. From changing the name of God, or renaming the natives’ land “America,” to calling Africans “Niggers,” the power of words has been one of the most effective means of enslavement known to man.

That said, words can also be used for good in the form of chanting, singing, prayer or praise.

“In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God.”

—John 1:1

Americans place a lot of stock in the legality or illegality of certain acts, but most laws are written by unrighteous men. Who are they to be the arbiters of justice? What may or may not be legal is shrouded in legalese, which gives those in authority loopholes to manipulate the system. Any act can be both legal or illegal depending on your resources and/or connections.

Just because something is legal, doesn’t make it right, and because something is illegal doesn’t make it wrong.



America is an imperialist state and it inherited this trait from its mother, Europe. In an imperialist empire, the object is to exert control and obtain dominion over others by force. European Classical music has strong ties to imperialism. During the height of European world domination, Classical music was the soundtrack. Many notable Classical works were commissioned either by the church or royalty — the pillars of colonization. Naturally the music would reflect those societal views. If we look at how the European Classical orchestra is set up, it is a body of musicians controlled by one conductor, much like the king of a monarchy. There’s little to no room for any dialogue amongst the players. They must conform to the concept of the conductor and/or the composer. Now there’s more room for interpretation for soloists or solo works, but even then the musician is typically bound by what is on the page.

Hegemony, Mony, Mony, Mony…

51GkbkIYMcLPatriarchal hegemony is a key factor in colonialism and imperialism. In order to control others, one must do so by force or domination, both typically being male-centric energy. This idea of male dominance is a mindset that has become the standard in modern society. Most ancient and native societies respected both male and female energies, as evidenced by the fact that many of them were matriarchies.

The fact that European Classical music is written down suggests male dominance, as men have a propensity towards stimulation through sight. Because the more feminine aspects of music — like feel, vibe, and intuition — can’t be written down, they tend to be undervalued. Things that can’t be seen are often disregarded as invalid through the Western/European lens. Whereas in African and other ancient musics, there is often no notation. The music is passed down from master to pupil by ear in the same way breast milk is fed to a child by its mother.

Because America is still a child of her European mother, she has adopted the same patriarchal hegemonic rules that govern European Classical music. This is reflected in U.S. copyright law. In order for a work to be created it must be written down or on a phonorecord of some sort. The writing down or recording of certain creative processes is not necessarily an idea embraced by ancient societies. In fact, many natives have been known to be afraid to have their pictures taken or have their music recorded because they feared it would steal their soul.

Give It Up

a4067818924_2Black music is an oral and aural tradition in that most of its fundamentals cannot be written down. All Black dance music is groove-based, which means the most essential components of Black music are not copyrightable by law. All Black American music is based in the Blues, which again, can’t be written down. It is in the realm of feel, and feel is a non-visual feminine energy. Blues, feel, vibe, and groove are not a part of the Western lexicon, which de facto says that according to American copyright law, Black music isn’t real music. It’s the same as the papal bull that declared Africans savages and not human.

What’s important about the recent verdict in the “Blurred Lines” case is that it’s a victory for Black thought. Coming off the heels of the judicial decisions in the cases of Trayvon Martin, Mike Brown, and Eric Garner, it is a ray of hope that we may be approaching a return to ancient aesthetic values.

The things stolen from “Got To Give It Up” are not part of a genre or some ’70s style as the plaintiffs suggest. They are specific compositional elements that are distinctive to the tune. Anyone with ears can hear it. There are not a bunch of tunes that sound like it of any era. The masters don’t owe some producer anything because said producer pilfered their work and “introduced” the master to a younger audience. You’re not entitled to take an artist’s creation in the spirit of Hiphop, a papal bull, the Constitution, copyright law or anything else. Respect is due, props should be given, and if there’s money to be made, give up a piece of the pie.

Sheet music, shmeet music.

A Peace of the Pi

There is being inspired by someone and there is theft, and the line between the two is often blurry. The law is intentionally ambiguous and biased against creative, intuitive types. Copyright law does not work in favor of Black music. What many see as a dangerous precedent in the “Blurred Lines” case, I see as a chance for the ancestors and their heirs to get credit and compensation. The whole point of building an empire is to make a better life for those around you and those who come after you, particularly your children.

Black music is communal music and it’s about everyone contributing to the baking and sharing a slice of the pie. No one starves. Famine is a manmade construct. It’s the result of imperialism and robbing resources from a people and their land — domination through force. When music is used as a tool to promote a parasitic culture where it’s okay to leech off of another’s contribution without sharing the profits in return, it’s become an instrument of war, not love.


And though you may think of it as American, pie is a modern form of an ancient galette which can be found inscribed on the walls in the tomb of Ramses II, pharaoh of Egypt. The Great Pyramid of Giza in Egypt is said by some to be based on the principles of pi. Pi is the value of dividing the circumference of a circle by its diameter. If you divide the perimeter of the Great Pyramid by its height, you will get very close to 2π. 

The fundamental argument here is one that has been in the air since the development of the New World: linear versus circular thought. Lines are more suggestive of male energy, patriarchy and dualism, whereas circles are more feminine, inclusive, and social.

No matter which way you slice it, the circle always goes back to one.


— Nicholas Payton aka The Savior of Archaic Pop

Will The Real Black Messiah Please Stand Up


Black syncopated rhythm, African Tribal DNA is becoming a lost art. With each passing day, it’s more and more irrelevant. Not useful. Obsolete. And it’s sad. Being Black used to mean something. What was at one time a commodity is now a liability. Black people live through the drum, through song. Without the Blues, Black life means nothing. The Blues is our collective Black language. Developed out of our resistance to the global dehumanization of colored people, we established a new way to commune with our ancestry. Any freedoms we’ve been able to craft post-Columbus has been due to the music. And it’s through the music that any future salvation is to be found.

It used to be clear who was within the Black tradition and who wasn’t. The rhythmic code embedded in the music makes it apparent which artists are linked to the lineage. As we head deeper into the post-racial era, Blackness becomes less important and the tribal DNA within the music gets shoved to the side. This started happening at a faster rate within Black music post-integration, when musicians had a desire to assimilate into White culture to garner crossover appeal and acceptance by the mainstream.

The “Reverend” Milt Jackson prophesied years ago, “Ain’t But A Few Of Us Left.” He could see that fewer and fewer musicians were embodying the values that make Black music what it is. I feel that those of us who have a sound, who are soulful, who have a pocket, can swing, and who are funky, and can play the Blues have a greater responsibility than ever to represent those attributes in their music. Michael “D’Angelo” Archer is one of those cats. Though greatly influenced by UK soul musician, Omar, his first album Brown Sugar signaled an antidote to how commercial and syrupy R&B had become by the mid-’90s. What followed was a renaissance of young Black artists who championed and embraced the sounds of classic soul and funk records of the ’60s, ’70s and ’80s. Their heroes were cats like Miles, Donald Byrd, Nina Simone, James Brown, Aretha, Hendrix, Roy Ayers, Marvin Gaye, Sly, Stevie Wonder, and Prince.

The aftermath seemed to spawn one artist after another: Lauryn Hill, Erykah Badu, Jill Scott, Bilal, Musiq Soulchild, Sunshine Anderson, Jaguar Wright and many others. At the time, I wasn’t a big fan of Brown Sugar. I had more faith in the UK based artists like The Brand New Heavies. The moment I began to believe in R&B again was with Erykah’s Baduism. When I heard that, I was like, “Yes, this is what I’ve been waiting for.” My next moment of awakening was the duet of Lauryn Hill and D’Angelo doing “Nothing Even Matters.” It was also then when I began to reawaken to Hiphop. The album that did it for me was Fantastic Vol. 2, produced by the legendary beatmaker from Detroit, James Dewitt Yancey, then known as Jay Dee, now commonly referred to as “Dilla.” Also of note was another producer, Madlib who was doing important things with the group, Lootpack.

The culmination of all these elements led up to one of the most important and influential albums of the last 25 years, D’Angelo’s Voodoo. I will never forget where I was and how I felt the first moment I heard “Playa Playa” on the car stereo. I had never heard anything in my life that sounded like it. Many of us felt that way. The quarter note had once again been changed in Black American music and that has only happened a handful of times in the first century of recorded music. Louis Armstrong did it, Charlie “Yardbird” Parker, Ahmad Jamal, Miles Davis, James Brown, and Sly Stone. Though D’Angelo had the benefit of having the concept refined on his second album, a chief influence in the sound was Jay Dee. Jay Dee’s primary instrument of choice was an MPC. D’Angelo and his group adopted that sound for live instruments and changed the scope of how several generations of musicians would interpret the beat. In the 1920s and ’30s, Louis Armstrong had a way he could lay back and stretch over the beat to create the sonic illusion that he was manipulating the space-time continuum against the steady backdrop of the ensemble. But we hadn’t really heard a rhythm section apply that concept collectively until Voodoo. The second great Miles Davis Quintet (with Ron Carter, Herbie Hancock, Wayne Shorter, and Tony Williams) experimented with metric modulations and time stretching, but what Dilla and D’Angelo were doing was in another orbit.

This was the Golden Age of what was known as Neo Soul, though most of the artists rejected that categorization, and understandably so. I was also a part of a generation of musicians that embraced tradition who were labeled “Young Lions,” a title which many of us shunned. A lot of us felt a kinship with the so-called Neo Soul artists. We were mostly Black 20, 30-something-year-old musicians who were the last generation of kids raised on their parents’ music — before the glorification and permeation of youth-centered thought in Pop culture. As a result of this simpatico, many of us worked together. Mark Whitfield, Larry Grenadier, Charlie Hunter, Christian McBride and Roy Hargrove worked with D’Angelo. Karriem Riggins worked with Erykah and Common. I was doing stuff with Jill Scott, Common, and Will Downing. It was a very fertile and promising period in Black music. We were restoring and rebuilding the chasm in Black music that decades of “Jazz” destroyed. We were picking up where CTI records and cats like Freddie Hubbard and George Benson left off. We were shaking off the shackles of the purist mentality adopted and perpetuated by the likes of Wynton, and now Branford Marsalis. It’s interesting that Branford has become so conservative in his old age as he was amongst the first to embrace this concept by his work with Miles Davis on Decoy, Sting, Spike Lee, The Grateful Dead, Shanice, and his electric band, Buckshot LeFonque.

Voodoo was a commercial and critical success as an album, but the tour proved to be quite challenging, largely due to D’Angelo’s growing appeal as a sex symbol. His video for “Untitled” had women across the globe wanting D to take it off as he had done on screen. I won’t get deep into this, mostly because I don’t know the details and it’s none of my business. What I do know is that D’Angelo took a long hiatus. And the only thing we would hear about him was either through Questlove or some media scandal. Over the years we’d hear rumors on a solo project from D’Angelo with an Internet leak of a track here and there. With several release dates given and no album ultimately delivered, it looked less likely with each passing year that another D’Angelo album would ever see an official release.

In the post-Voodoo era, many of the so-called young lions who had only done acoustic albums began electric experiments. I had Sonic Trance, Roy Hargrove had the RH Factor, Joshua Redman had Elastic, and Christian McBride had the CMB. Made sense since we grew up in the era when Hiphop was born and we were reared during the Golden Age of R&B. We had all had our lives changed by Michael Jackson’s moonwalk from the legendary Motown 25 concert. Most of us also witnessed Wynton Marsalis on the 1984 Grammys be the first artist to get awards in both Jazz and Classical categories. He let us know it was possible to have a viable career playing straight-ahead acoustic music.

Fast-forward to 2014… It’s finally here and it’s called “Black Messiah.” When I first heard the title it struck me because my favorite Cannonball Adderley album is The Black Messiah, so I was curious. Will it be a tribute to Cannonball? Is the title track a cover of the George Duke tune of the same name? As I listened I found no overt references to Cannonball or Duke whatsoever, nor did I see any in the liner notes. Jive, but okay.

Took 14 years to make 12 songs. Had to sit through 11 of them to get to one classic. Not really funky, overall. Not worth the hold ups. Many of my contemporaries disagree, but I am extremely disappointed in this album. I had a feeling I would be and was, quite honestly, predisposed to disliking the album before its release. With all the false alarms, stops and starts, I began to question if he would be able to capture the same magic as he had on Voodoo. 14 years out of the game is a long time, and unlike riding a bike, you can lose your gifts and talents if you don’t use them. I’m not saying he’s lost it, but the things that made him such a force 14 years ago are not apparent on this album.

I have a problem with these artists either making mediocre albums or living off of the reputation of one or two albums made decades ago, and I’m not sure what’s worse. Whereas Stevie Wonder and Prince have continued to give us new material, neither has given us a great album in 25 years. Both artists have become parodies of themselves. Both Stevie and Prince began sounding like bad versions of people they influenced, and from repeated listens of Black Messiah, D’Angelo has now joined their ranks.

Many of my colleagues who were making electric albums have now gone back to jazz, and by some strange twist of fate, D’Angelo’s Black Messiah is a jazz album. For all the hype Questlove made about how innovative and groundbreaking this album was supposed to be, I find it to be D’Angelo’s most derivative work to date. There’s nothing on the album that doesn’t sound like something else. In fact, Black Messiah sounds like a bad version of Bilal’s Love Surreal. I don’t remember folks giving this amount of love to Bilal when it was a far more creative effort than D’Angelo’s latest. Meanwhile, an artist like Van Hunt has been in the trenches giving us album after album of great music. His album Popular, which was deep-sixed by Blue Note is a little known gem that is every bit as great as Voodoo. While folks have been waiting 14 years for one guy to do an album, other cats have been busting their asses giving us great music the whole while.

D’Angelo gets to be the deadbeat dad who gets all the love by showing up bearing gifts at Christmas every couple of years, while mom is busting her ass every day taking care of you and you ungrateful children could give a shit. I don’t get why it’s acceptable for him to take 14 years to deliver this okay album. And okay for him is so not okay. I expect more from what was at one time one of the most soulful, grooving multi-instrumentalists on the scene. And with a title like Black Messiah, I want nothing short of my mind blown.

Dude had 14 years to make it, a crew of the best musicians and engineers, and limitless studio time and after all of the hullabaloo it’s not that funky. How many hungry Black mouths could be fed with the studio time he’s squandered over the past decade? Such a waste of resources. He needs to be held to a higher standard of excellence. I guess when you cock tease your fans for 14 years, the least effort makes them nut in their bloomers. It reminds me of that skit Eddie Murphy did in Raw about waiting for pussy so long makes you think it’s the best pussy ever when you finally get it is akin to a hungry man thinking a cracker is a gourmet meal.

A central rhythmic theme throughout the album is the heavy four-on-the-floor that was a trademark of Sly’s work with The Family Stone. The problem with it on Black Messiah is that when Sly did it there was an undercurrent of syncopated ghost notes that made it groove. The way the quarter note is presented here, it’s subdivided by straight eights, which makes it come off stiff. Sounds like the typical non-swinging jazz album of today. Ironically, the message is Black Power, but the Black part is overshadowed by a barrage of sterile sixteenth notes. This sets the tone for the first quarter of the album — “Ain’t That Easy,” “The Charade” (which sounds like a nod to Prince’s “Raspberry Beret”) and “1000 Deaths.” And the same holds true for virtually every tune on the album.

When we do get to the first tune with a funk feel in “Sugah Daddy,” the pulse is delivered in a cutesy and corny way. It’s almost like I can see Betty Boop doing Jazz Hands to this. I don’t get it. Why? D had one of the dopest pockets in the business. Let the unfunky people hide behind wack rhythms. I dug this tune in the live versions, so I’m inclined to believe it’s not the material itself, but perhaps the album suffers from over production. Maybe it’s been nursed way too much to be organic. Whatever it is makes it not as sexy as people are claiming it to be. Voodoo made me want to fuck. I’m not saying he should revel in the past, but an emphasis on pocket would have been nice. Like what they did on the vamp out of “Till It’s Done,” but the shit only lasts a few seconds before it fades out. The strongest groove on the album, done too quickly, in my opinion.

A lot of folks are complaining about not being able to understand lyrics. It doesn’t bother me at all. And if you’re familiar with his work, it’s been a signature of his from jump. Makes sense as many of his idols — like James Brown and Marvin Gaye — mumbled through many records. I just wish more of that grit and negroidery was imbued in the urgency of the rhythm instruments. The lilt is often forced and contrived, even when they’re laying back. Like on “Betray My Heart,” if the drummer had just played the cross-stick flam on the backbeats instead of on all 4 it would have felt more danceable. Yes, it’s obvious, but some things don’t need to be innovative.

I also think the vocal effects, and effects at large, are overdone. It’s like he’s singing through a toy walkie-talkie the whole time. If you do it to all the instruments, all the time, on every track, it ceases to be an effect and becomes overkill. A great meal with too much salt is inedible.

And there is a huge Rock component throughout the album I take issue with. I can’t get with Black people who play Rock. Rock is the White appropriation of the Blues. The Blues didn’t need another name. There is no need to mimic the voice of the oppressor back to him.

The last tune, “Another Life,” is the most soulful song by far. Though reminiscent of “Shoot ‘Em Up Movies,” by The Deele and Rick James’ “Ebony Eyes,” it’s what I expect to hear a D’Angelo record sound like in 2014. Now if he could have just started the album here and went beyond, then we would’ve heard something. For a man to have reshaped the quarter note in Black music, he seems to have regressed into a ricky-tick style that is reminiscent of less sophisticated times.

He’s been out of the album business for a while and Black Messiah sounds like it. A lot has happened in music since he’s drifted off the scene. All of us weren’t waiting for him. Many continue to evolve. As he said in the liner notes, “Black Messiah is not one man. It is the feeling that, collectively, we are all that leader.”

Marvin Gaye wrote through the pain, Billie Holiday, Miles Davis, Charlie Parker… It’s what artists do. Sometimes you triumph. Sometimes you fall short. But you stay in the game.

I get why a lot of y’all think Black Messiah is a masterpiece. It ain’t because it’s great or you love it. It’s because you need something to believe in. It’s not because this album makes you want to dance or make love, and if it does, I shudder to think what type of spastic tango it elicits. You’ve been mindfucked for over a decade that this record would change your life, and now that it’s here you don’t care how it sounds. You’ve been deprived for 14 years and brainwashed to think you’re having the best sex of your life, but when the hype dies down, all you’ll be left with is a bunch of crackers.


— Nicholas Payton aka The Savior of Archaic Pop

Cosby, Garner, Allegations, and Assassination

i-can-t-keep-calm-because-i-can-t-breathe-4 We live in an unfortunate time for many reasons. We are oft too invested in things that are none of our business. That’s not to say that when our cohabitants on this planet are in need we turn a blind eye to their problems, but at what point does it become a bit much? It’s cool to be on the side of righteousness, but not so cool to assassinate people’s character based on what you see on TV or read on Facebook or Twitter.

First off, the Bill Cosby rape allegations are none of my business. And unless you are Bill Cosby, those who are making the rape allegations, or family of Cosby or the allegers, it’s not your business either. But most of us have an opinion. Why? If you weren’t there, why should what you think about any of it matter? I’m all for talking about the larger issues of rape culture or violence in our society, but why must these discussions always have to be framed in such a way that it seeks to attack an individual rather than absolve the injustice at large? Banning Donald Sterling for making bigoted statements does not make racism go away. Suspending Ray Rice for cold cocking his wife in an elevator does nothing to diminish domestic violence. So other than satisfying some sick need people have for the fantastical voyeuristic fulfillment and vindication of the ills done to them in their lives by watching someone else be crucified by the media, what does it serve?

I can’t speak to if what these women say Cosby did to them is true. I will say that his silence on the matter doesn’t bode well for him. I will not stoop to blaming these women if they are in fact victims, but I will say that the public spectacle they are making of their alleged trauma doesn’t help their case. As human beings, we tend to judge others on the basis of what we would do in a given situation. However, that is not always a reliable means of ascertaining the truth of a situation. For instance, there’s no way 20 women could come forth and accuse me of drugging and raping them when I didn’t do it and I say nothing about it. I don’t care what my attorneys advised me to do. I would feel compelled to defend my honor. On the flip, if I were drugged and raped by anyone, I can’t imagine I’d let it happen repeatedly, wait 10, 20, 30 years to say something about it, and then talk to Don Lemon of CNN as a means of catharsis. But just because I wouldn’t handle it the way Cosby is doesn’t mean he did it, and just because I wouldn’t deal with it in the same manner his allegers are doesn’t mean what they say isn’t true.

Sadly we live in a world that devalues the female perspective. Women with the same qualifications as male workers are systematically paid less. Women are constantly told they are to be the caregivers of society, but who takes care of them? Women are subject to objectifications of all sorts in their daily lives at home, at school, on the job, on television, and on social media. Without having done anything, the very act of being born a female is to be at a disadvantage by the ways of this world. At the same token, there is an unparalleled power and beauty in womanhood. Yet the message women are fed from the cradle is that they are utterly worthless unless they are subservient to a man. And when it appears at any point that women might be moving ahead, the media uses the worst examples of femininity as a means of discrediting women as a whole.

Rape is one of the most heinous crimes one can commit against another. I think that anytime someone says they’ve been a victim of such abuse it should be taken seriously. But what exactly does coming forth with rape allegations look like? Given what we know about how dismissive law enforcement can be when handling rape cases, it’s understandable why many rape victims don’t feel confident going to the police. Add to that what we know about the cases in which many perpetrators of rape are the police themselves only adds to the uncertainty. Who do you go to? God? Many people feel if God cared, God wouldn’t allow such grave atrocities to happen to good people. Do you go to your priest when many priests are alleged or convicted rapists? And the media doesn’t care about you. They only want to use your story to boost their ratings. And when the very foundation of your country’s legal system is predicated and sustained through the rape and abuse of power over others to maintain its status, justice of any sort from the top down seems unlikely. So where does the healing begin?

Meanwhile, you have thousands upon thousands in the streets protesting for the same rights Martin Luther King Jr. died for almost 50 years ago. And whereas this may be a form of release for some, where is the list of demands? Who are you demanding it from? What is the collective missive? At least during the Civil Rights Movement there was an objective. There were representatives of the movement on the inside meeting with high-ranking government officials to get a change in policy. The marches and sit-ins were symbolic demonstrations geared towards creating the illusion that the public was “forcing” America to change its ways while the real work was happening behind closed doors. And even still, what good did that do? Not only are folks still marching for the same shit, but the government is repealing the amendments that were supposed to prevent what’s going on now.

Furthermore, our allegiances towards those who look like us constantly get in our own way. Our cultural and communal biases distort the truth and prevent us from looking objectively at any situation. As a result, Bill Cosby gets contextualized in the larger picture of America’s favorite dad being an alleged serial rapist. What do we take from that? If America’s favorite dad is a rapist, then all dads are no good. If America’s favorite Black man is a rapist, all Black men are rapists, so when you choke Eric Garner or shoot Mike Brown it is justified. What happens when one of the Cosby allegers gets a book deal or made-for-TV movie? All women who say they have been raped are just in it for the attention and money. So a story about sexual assault becomes a narrative that is an assault on the family unit, fatherhood, Black men, and womanhood. It reduces everyone to a meme and the process of dehumanization continues.

The thread through all of this is that I think people rely entirely too much on external forces to resolve inner turmoil. I don’t pretend to know everything or to have The Answer in this case. And for fear of adding yet another empty slogan to the cesspool of those that already exist, I’ll just say this: Sometimes the best thing to do is to sit still and do nothing. It is there in that quiet void that some of the most valuable solutions reside. We will never be able to change the world, but as long as we are of stable mental and spiritual health we have an opportunity to evolve. All it takes is the discipline to work hard, the resolve to be better, and the refusal to accept what is in front of you as all there is to be had.

#BAM — Nicholas Payton aka The Savior of Archaic Pop

The Savior of Archaic Pop Meets The Human Jukebox

This year I had the honor of realizing a dream come true — to play with the Southern University Marching Band at Bayou Classic.

If you were watching the game on TV, you may have noticed NBC didn’t air the halftime show in its entirety (#mfcomn), so here is some of what you didn’t see.


— Nicholas Payton aka The Savior of Archaic Pop

Jive Turkeys and the New Black


Turkey Day. That’s indeed what it is. We are told that today is the American day to remember to be thankful, but should we not give thanks daily? We are told that Christmas is to celebrate the birth of the Jesus Christ, the child of God, who is God in the flesh, but aren’t we all children of God? It is this time of year that we give gifts and spread love, but shouldn’t we strive to be giving and loving every day? We say, “Happy Holidays,” but isn’t every day holy?

The Thanksgiving tradition is that we cook and consume copious amounts of food, but what about those who are starving? Should the impoverished be thankful that because of the imbalance in the world’s economy they have nothing to eat today? How do the poor children feel whose parents can’t afford to buy them what all their friends have for Christmas? Do those children feel loved? How does it feel for the parent to not be able to provide for their young? And for those who can afford all the holiday accoutrements, how can you be happy, loving, and thankful when there are millions of people in the world who lack the basic necessities for survival?

How thankful should the parents of Trayvon Martin, Renisha McBride, Jordan Davis, or Tamir Rice be today?

There’s a movement of Black folks who want to boycott Black Friday, but what is that going to do? Black Friday is not the core of the issue, it’s that we are not Black enough every day of the week. This is not the 1960s. 50 years ago we could effectively boycott White businesses because, due to segregation, we could sustain ourselves without spending within the White economy in which we had limited ability to purchase from. Integration wasn’t about regarding Blacks as equals or treating us like humans, it was White supremacy’s way of ensuring capitalistic growth by allowing us to spend more of our money with them. All they had to do was figure out new ways to marginalize us. Slavery was abolished not because it was morally reprehensible, it was abolished because capitalism can’t work unless you are able to increase your consumers year after year. If the population of the chattel enslaved eclipses the free people, the system implodes.

At one time in America, Black people owned farms, banks, hospitals, numbers lotteries, sports teams, radio stations, record companies, clothing and hair product manufacturers. We still own some of these things today, but we no longer control the network behind it. Whoever controls the money controls the people. Black people don’t print money. Would be nice, but there is no Afro Dollar. Even African nations under Black rule suffer from vestiges of colonialism. We no longer collectively value the same things.

Culture is our greatest form of currency, and capitalism has made many of us forget that.

Why do we crave acceptance from a society that has shown us time and again that they have little to no value for us? Are we in such a spiritual deficit that we need love from those who repeatedly abuse us? You’re out in the streets protesting and appealing to an oppressor who gains nothing from your freedom and who will never grant it. The White Imperialist system couldn’t liberate Blacks if they wanted to.

Justice is not the domain of man. It is the domain of the Universe.

In order for Blacks to ever be free, we have to establish a new economy. Our piece of economy within their system will not suffice. The current mode of monetary exchange has replaced the fundamentals of indigenous thought, so it’s not enough to be rich in the ways of this world. Spending White dollars amongst yourselves ain’t gon’ get it. Blacks must be rooted to the foundation of ancient African ancestry in order to reverse the cycle of centuries of oppression. We need to invent a new dollar and attach a new value system to that dollar.

The constitution doesn’t need a rewrite. It needs to be completely obliterated as far as we are concerned. It is evil and faulty to its core, and no amount of amendments can change that. Black slavery is written in the code. “We” are not the people, or people at all, according to that document. There’s no hope for any Black person who still believes that justice is possible under the American flag. It will never happen. Make a new flag. Fly under a different banner. You can’t change what is intrinsically flawed through love. It’s cool to be vulnerable, but it ain’t cool to be no fool. Everything has its place in the world. It’s up to you what you will and will not accept.

No grandiose movements need to occur, for even if we did they would be infiltrated. Voting for which agent of White supremacy that will represent you on any level of government is not freedom of choice, regardless of their skin color. A Black President of the United States can only work within the confines of what they have established against us.

Blacks won’t ever be able to thrive or compete in the White world by the White man’s rules. The answer is not in destroying the White world, either. Let Europe be Europe and let Africa be Africa. In order to evolve, Black people must invest in Black things. No amount of White people, nor can the American justice system do that work for us.

We don’t need a standout leader for they would kill her or him. We don’t all need to agree, but we must have discipline fundamentally. We don’t all need to learn Swahili, but we must all speak the Blues. We can have different tribes and even have wars amongst those tribes, but we must respect our collective harmonic language. We need to establish a new cultural base by healing through the power of sound.

We can have many gods and many ways about us, but we must all know what to do when we hear that beat.


— Nicholas Payton aka The Savior of Archaic Pop