In 2012, the inception of The Microscopic Giant was supposed to be a bloodletting of sorts. I always wanted to tell stories that reflected my experience and the opposite. Posting about music, art, film, and culture was a pivot from my original intention. I got shook. I suck. My work wasn’t finished. It wasn’t the right time. All I have is time. If I considered my writing to be an invite for the world to fuck with me, perhaps that’s …
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If you haven’t read Part 1 of my interview with The Mega Late Show, or heard Late’s Liquid Wards mixtape, peep it here. The Mega Late Show is a Tokyo, Japan based hip-hop podcast. In just a short time, hosts Mega, Late, and Steze have helped foster a growing community of rappers, DJ’s, writers, and breakdancers. For ex-pats living in this homogenous society, MLS is a portal to connecting artists that otherwise, might not have linked. On the show, they’ve …
Last summer, through the Facebook group, Black Creatives Japan, I met “hip-hop savvy listener” Mega. With his co-hosts Late and Steze, they produce The Mega Late Show. It might very well be one of the only English speaking hip-hop podcast in Japan. Mega gave me props on “The 20 Best Hip-Hop Guest Verses of All Time,” an LA Weekly listicle that I contributed to. “Man, how could you leave out Cappadonna’s verse off of Ghostface Killah’s ‘Winter Warz?’” he asked …
Standing on Mt. Fuji with a mega phone as big as The Titanic. It’s sound has the power of a whale making clicking sounds to talk to its fam from across the globe, “I got my first cover story!” It’s with Tokyo Weekender and it’s about the amazing photographer Lukasz Palka. If you’re in Tokyo, the issue is out now. Here‘s some spots to pick it up. It’s free. Man, I’ve been waiting a minute to announce this. …
Behind his apartment complex, towards the reservoir, where they found that dead black girl, Levell ran into rigid limbs and soft edges that cut red lines across his naked brown body. All he knew about these woods was that syringes littered the ground. White soap foams, like spiked plates sticking out of a dinosaur’s spine, slithered down his torso. Running shampoo gave him red eyes. He was taking a shower, getting ready to visit his mother when he heard banging …
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