Since I just finished a two-part series about my older music, I figured I should follow it up with another musical project I’ve been working on. For those of you who know me in real life, this is just about the most absurd thing you could imagine me doing. For anyone reading this who doesn’t know me in real life, this is probably the most absurd thing you’ll ever catch me posting to teh interwebz. What could possibly be so ridiculous?

Me rapping. (1.5mb)

Or whatever that would be called in the greater musical context. Here’s a little bit of background to my first foray into nerdcore: I’ve playing with the idea of doing this for some time, if for no other reason than to see if I would be able to. (Many of my projects start that way. I wonder if I can do [thing]?) The problem was, I could never come up with any sort of topic to bother trying.

Well, a few of us from the TTT got to talking, and the suggestion was made (passively, natch) that we should do a round of braggadocio: where people rap about how good they are at rapping. (This is made even more ludicrous on my part considering that I’ve never done this before, and I’m whiter than a polar bear fighting a flock of doves in a snowstorm.)

The song here is a part one to—what is supposed to eventually turn into—a multipart MC battle with whomever else we can convince to participate. Unfortunately, in the past these sort of projects have always fizzled. I suspect this is even more inclined to happen now. Since I’ve made a fool of myself, everyone else (including Dave, a.k.a. DC Case Man), can be content to just sit back and laugh.

In my defense, this was a lot of fun. I’m definitely better at writing the lyrics than I am at delivering them, but the whole process was a blast. I always have fun writing and composing and all that, but this is the first time where I really couldn’t wait to get home so I could work on the song again—even if I did have to record about 42 takes. I definitely have a newfound respect for the guys who do this. Even if they suck like I do, it’s a lot of work. Of course, it’s still not to be taken seriously. Not that this might come as a surprise.

One final note: I did not write the musical bed. I found a bunch of them on the web like five years ago and always thought they’d be perfect to mess around with, but, like I said, I never did anything with them. They were attributed to a Toby Emerson—an artist specializing in trance and electronic music who, until now, I had a devil of a time finding any information on. Well I just ran a google as I was typing this, and found his MySpace page. (Mr. Emerson, if you perchance to read this, don’t sue please…) Interestingly enough, he’s also doing a lot with orchestral/techo mixes—the same kind of stuff I mentioned wanting to try in my previous post. I must be in tune with the zeitgeist, here.

Well, except for doing the nerdcore. I’m like four years behind the times with that. Still, better late than, as they say, never.

-Ted

Lyrics

W to the H to the I, T, E
There ain’t no printer paper that be whiter than me.
But is my flow a no go? No dope I can show?
I’ma bustin’ sick beats on my gear like a pro, yo.

Spittin’ mad rhymes in the 3035.
Got the Mackie mixer cranked up and all drivin’ the jive,
and my desk is like a console on the Starship Enterprise.
You’d be wise to surmise this guy’s supplies rise

to the challenge that appears. Ain’t no fear ya hear, in here.
So pull your beer near and watch me premier sincere.
Kickin’ it in high gear, and just in case you didn’t cheer,
repeat it in your deafened ear so you know I engineer—

Audio! From the simple to the gaudy, bro.
Splicin’ up the kicks on my classic G4 lappy, yo.
[so if ya] Don’t take me serious or think my flow’s delirious
how ’bout you disappear for us, all David Blaine-mysterious.

My rhyme style’s magical, attacking all stretagical
Modern Major General: I’m plucky but original.
Now lest your head asplode from the overload bestowed
of this lyrical road I rode so like your motherlode,

I’ll hand off the stand-off, and don’t you hassle the Hoff.
Doff hats to congrats: that’s no sign your soft.
Representin’ your respectin’ the selection of this plan,
give up your attention to my brotha DC Case Man!