h. Play

I keep thinking of how incredible the internet would be right now if we were doing what we’re doing, but semi-privately on personal servers. 100% personally owned content. Forever.

Imagine DJ D-NICE streaming from his own live thingy, easily promoting his sets and shows on his website (for the past 20 years) where you could buy his stuff easily while he would not be giving a 30% cut to anyone but himself.

Imagine all the journalists and sources of real life events, on some WordPress-like stuff, using their own photo galleries, widely available and shareable in a click regardless of where you are, what OS you’re running or how old your computer is.

Imagine that using the internet this way is so useful and spread out, that anyone trying to do something wrong/unethical would immediately be found out and chastised. Ethical hackers taking care of our systems. Original Posters would be respected across the world.

Imagine a single group chat or video chat protocol. And everyone can join from 2005 desktop to 2020 fridge.

Imagine how interesting things would be in our crazy, current times. How easy it would be to show up for each other, buy and sell stuff (every single irl store would have an online store). Share things a lot more freely (which means there would be more meaning in sharing those things) than under the scrutiny and stress of giant companies and dozens of technical/branded “solutions”. Communicating instead of performing.

Maybe there would be a whole lot less noise online, and a lot more folks doing the right thing offline. Maybe that would be good.

I like to dream. I love to visualize.

This is:

1. The Black Men Network Protocol (BMNP) handshake.

2. A social commentary on the current and past 2020 events.

3. BoFem

People the age of Bernie voted against him, en masse.

That’s what really gets me.

People who mostly have had a good –or simpler time on earth, are hoarding the shit out of resources, power, wealth, even though they know how much we’re dealing with. Despite knowing how much it destroys our agency. It’s really sad.

They do not give a fuck. If they did, Bernie’s policies would have been integrated into the DNC’s plan a while ago.

That’s a huge flaw in our hope for a better world because those older people are going to live for a long time. I did the math once, that’s the next eleven presidential elections where boomers will vote AND out-vote everyone. The next forty years or so. Yeah. Because those old people will become more soulless with time (Palpatine Syndrom), we’re not in the best position to change things through politics.

We’ll have to do better. Keep talking to those local, older people. The ones we know. The ones we can convince if we try a bit more. We need them to change, for them to change their peers and on. It’s not too late, I believe.

The entire world can switch in a few weeks. We know that now, don’t we.

Keep the fire.

Inglewood, March 2020. I keep playing. If everything goes right, and it will, new album in 2021.

Yes, I see it all. French doctors. Africa. French Africa. Black diaspora. The French government spokeswoman. Black America. The not-so-inclusive tech world. Black American culture being so pervasive. Alternative black milky way. My ultra white French family who doesn’t ask anything but really wants to.

I am in the middle of the intersection, trust me.

Citizenship becomes such a weird concept once you lived on different continents, through different cultures. All I know and keep witnessing is that y’all think you are “more right” than the others, which bores me to oblivion. It’s the French friend on FB telling me how Americans are selfish while I read about the most selfish shit I’ve ever read about how people behave in the country I was born in. Smart and stupid are everywhere but you have to live an international life for a little bit to understand how true that is. Meanwhile, nationals and locals think they’re “normal”. It’s interesting.

I don’t think I’ve ever felt quite right in France. Starting with my first name. English name, abandoned at birth. That allowed me to see myself anywhere I wanted, mostly where my name, my skills and my skin made sense. The draw to go see something else was always in me. Even though New is Scary and Scary is annoying.

All I feel about France is being profoundly grateful I grew up there in the ways it happened. I didn’t really get love, but I received care. I knew that was something precious. I longed for more, for what my white friends were getting. A sense of belonging so deep that you never venture into hyper vigilance like I continuously did and keep doing. But I was ok with learning and learning. Doing better. Not giving a fuck about what people did if it didn’t make sense to me. I had access to an infinite, unrestricted source of knowledge (plush home libraries, computers and internet) that helped me define the world as I see it. I valued that and was thankful for it.

I haven’t been back in six years. It’s post-terrorism, middle-of-coronavirus pandemic France. It’s translate-American-jokes-on-Facebook, Starbucks and Postmates-having, global France. It’s different. It’s going to be wild when I cross my parents’ house gate. The country changed and I did too.

I know I wouldn’t have been happy staying in my apartment in Vincennes. I’d have become an alcoholic very quickly, comfortably talking shit and destroying mofos in arguments at the apéro or online. Obnoxious and intelligent, a sizzling combo. I’d probably have had a giant fight with my family, throwing at them all kinds of relationship-ending verbal daggers. Or maybe I would have had taken over my dad’s business, have a wife and kids and right now, I would be like “nah mane” and would sabotage everything, move out of France or not and hurt many, many people. Including myself.

I’m feeling good on my current path, building. I could say that I was French once. And then I can tell a whole bunch of stories while cooking French food. That, probably will never leave me.

I’m in love with those, man.

There’s just a quality to them that I don’t feel with other architecture. They make me want to do better, I don’t know.

Those buildings –and that era– were focused on giving people a nice environment. There is some ornament but it’s usually built-in and kind of hiding. You need to use the building for a little bit to notice a few things here and there that are here to embellish the space.

Forms are usually simple, as the result of cost calculations and minimal aesthetic. Plant some trees and nice bushes around and those buildings and apartment buildings look vibrant and classy.

Let’s just say that I visited and stayed at quite a few of them in the past years and I usually love the layouts. Yes, those are usually small and you wonder how people were supposed to raise a family of four in a small 2 bedroom apartment. But I keep thinking that for the lifestyles we have today in 2020, those volumes are perfect for couples or singles. Like, super awesomely perfect. Small-ish is just fine, the future isn’t about giant rooms nor giant complexes with 100+ apartments with people who don’t even look at each others.

Sometimes those buildings need renovation and improvements on the insulation side. Other than that, they’re fine like the air quality right now.

It’s started. Omg

I go up and down Crenshaw all the time these days. When I look at the church before Jefferson, I think about Ta-Nehisi Coates and how he was telling all of us in there, just a few months ago, how black people long for the stratosphere but how the muck is truly where it’s at.

Bro, where are you right now? *sips loudly on homemade coffee*

We passed 10K+ deaths in Italy and 3K+ in France. 500 died in one day in France yesterday. That’s not the peak yet.

As I say to people around me, we’re talking about countries with good and free (by American standards) healthcare. And they are struggling like crazy.

It’s going to be an absolute nightmare here. Hospital shootings are going to become a thing and I really hope I’m wrong.

I have people around me dismissing the virus. People making plans for this summer. Florida being Florida and #45 being a pile of shit, as usual (I kind of believe that it’s a calculated risk for him; most people who are going to die wouldn’t vote for his ass, shit is that grim). My parents are truly scared now and my 94 grandma is mad that my parents didn’t show up to see her for the past weeks. She probably didn’t really get how bad things are on the phone.

It is incomprehensible to understand how in such a connected world, no one really gives a shit. Starting with ultra rich people who got there thanks to us and tax breaks. Are they pulling up? Rihanna is and girl we should date, I’m down with the work you’re doing and we would make great music together.

But seriously. What’s the fucking point to be connected, seeing in REAL MUHFUCKING TIME what’s going on worldwide, and not act on something that immense, accordingly? Why can we spawn $2T just like that? Do you even understand how insane that amount is? A million million? Two of those? Jesus. It’s unfathomable. Meanwhile people stunt with “I’ll pay your rent” on Twitter but that doesn’t change the systemic madness. Others demand $15/hr when it’s totally not enough to live with in the first place in 2020 in most states in America. Everyone is jumping on using apps (Zoom, TikTok) that are leaking and profiting from all your info. Some ultra rich folks are making money while sipping champagne in one of their luxury homes, amused, while you’re working your ass off for the next challenge or next live whatever.

It’s hard to witness.