Serengeti Appreciation Month: Week 3: Part 1 – Dennehy, Taoism, and Debussy

There’s a track from Dennehy (Lights, Camera, Action), with enough meaning it deserves it’s own post. The re-release of the original Dennehy has a few additional songs, and more interludes to connect the story line. Two of the worst songs, Derek & iPod, are shorter but all of the added songs make buying this re-released album worthwhile.

The other day at work I met a painter working at the same property where I garden. Homeboy was nodding his head while painting on a twenty foot ladder; bursting out “Yeah!”, and  “Ohhh!”. I asked what he was listening to and he said the Roots covering J Dilla. Two of the greatest hip hop artists of this generation. I told him about Serengeti Appreciation Month, but I doubt he will be able to find this post. Regardless, I’ll dedicate this song to him. From Dennehy (Lights, Camera, Action) – Here is – Go Paint:

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The song that inspired this post is called: the Neeg. Out of all of Geti’s songs, the Neeg is the most meaningful for me. The lines “With so much rushing, and so much discussion over nothing […]”, and “I went to sleep and missed all the hoopla, stunning facts of who’s hot […]”, are so awesome it’s almost insulting to explain why.

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These lines remind me of the book, the Tao of Pooh, by Benjamin Hoff, and the chapter: Bisy Backson. Rabbit goes to Christopher Robin’s house, and finds a sign he reads as:





              – C.R.

We all become path dependent to our regular routines. Hoff writes, “If you want to be healthy, relaxed, and contented, just watch what a Bisy Backson does and then do the opposite” (p. 94).  Working too much makes you crazy.  “The athletic sort of Backson – one of the many common varieties – is concerned with physical fitness, he says. But for some reason, he sees it as something that has to be pounded in from the outside, rather than built up from the inside. Therefore, he confuses exercise with work.  He works when he works ,works when he exercises , and, more often than not, works when he plays . Work, work, work. All work and no play makes Backson a dull boy” (p. 94).  Are we all working out for some imaginary idea of perfect health or immortality?

Oh, and does this sound familiar?



“This is rap music, something you feel. Word up”

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