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Dilla Donuts Day

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First, picture by the awesome Kelly Connelly. Today is J Dilla’s birthday, which means it is also the day, four years ago that Donuts came out. Below are the links to last year’s Donuts extravaganza. The concern in talking-up an album like Donuts is sucking it of all its wonder and joy; explaining it, solving it. As far as I can tell, that wasn’t the result of “Donuts Month”.

I just got home from a friend of mine’s DJ set and he dropped Pharcyde’s “Runnin” and I use the term “dropped” advisedly–my dude was spinning all vinyl because his hard-drive crashed though he didn’t advertise it–and you had a whole room of people mouthing the lyrics or dancing to it like it was just the next song in an night of songs to dance to…everyone digging into the song on their own personal level, but enjoying it together.

Though certain songs on Donuts may still remind me of the same stuff they did last year, and I may envision say, Dallas Penn’s video when I hear “Anti-American Graffiti”, Dilla’s masterpiece remains as vital and weird and ambiguous and endlessly fascinating as it did when it was released.

1. “Outro”
2. “Workinonit”
3. “Waves”
4. “Light My Fire”
5. “The New”
6. “Stop!”
7. “People”
8. “The Diff’rence”
9. “Mash”
10. “Time: The Donut of the Heart”
11. “Glazed”
12. “Airworks”
13. “Lightworks”
14. “Stepson of the Clapper”
15. “Twister (Huh, What?)
16.“One Eleven”
17. “Two Can Win”
18. “Don’t Cry”
19. “Anti-American Graffiti”
20. “Geek Down”
21. “Thunder”
22. “Gobstopper”
23. “One for Ghost”
24. “Dilla Says Go”
25. “Walkinonit”
26. “The Factory”
27. “U-Love”
28. “Hi.”
29. “Bye.”
30. “Last Donut of the Night”
31. “Intro”

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February 7th, 2010 at 6:31 am

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Thoughts On Jay Stay Paid.

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-First…Douglas Martin of Fresh Cherries from Yakima is doing a “Jay Stay Paid Day” all uh, day today posting links and comments and responses to the album and it’s a lot of fun. Below is my contribution, a quick write-up of my favorite Jay Stay Paid song (at least for right now) “In the Night/While You Slept (I Crept)”:

“In the Night/While You Slept (I Crept)”s a merger of Dilla’s later experiments with avant-electronic music and his “Terminator shit” of the late 90s/early 2000s–the wonky John Carpenter (or okay: Brad Fiedel) thump of say, “Go Hard” from Q-Tip’s Amplified working it out in the trees with the twinkling weirdness of say, “Lightworks”. The mix of the two though, embodies the particularly blissed-out, 70s Zombie movie synth sound (think Fabio Frizzi or Goblin) all over Jay Stay Paid. That’s not a sound I think I’ve heard that much of from Dilla, as he usually grabbed for some dusty, knicked and crackling soul side when he needed that hazy glow sound–as he does on “Coming Back”, a missing “Donut” if I’ve ever heard one (down to the kinda spiritual, resurrection-suggesting song title).”

-While the inclusion of Blu and some dudes I’ve never heard of (Danny Brown, Diz Gabran, Cue D) sort of tows a certain problematic line as to where Dilla’s music should be categorized, some verses from dudes like Lil Fame, Havoc, and Raekwon mix it up and save Dilla from the groovy, chill, alt-bro crew a bit and remind listeners of how porous the borders between “street” and “underground” and “conscious” rap once were.

-”Blood Sport” is a malfunctioning synth whine and some drums of death beat that features Lil Fame and well, he’s the kind of dude that need(ed) to be rapping over Dilla beats. There’s something cool about dishing out so many of his beats to local knuckleheads and friends and that to me, is always preferable too many “conscious” rappers but here’s a reminder of what could be done with a Dilla beat.

-In contrast is “Reality TV” featuring Black Thought, which might even make my list of “Smart” Rappers Schooling Themselves. There’s really no way track based around Reality TV references would work, but it seems especially terrible and even offensive on a Dilla tribute mix.

-Pete Rock mixed this and DJ Premier had something or other to do with it, but you’d barely realize that listening–which is how it should be.

-Dilla, as one of the hearts of the “Neo-Soul” movement gets a lot of credit for that odd awesome era in the late 90s when hip-hop and R & B got kind of psychedelic and rambly and daringly experimental and he also gets blamed for developing a sub-genre that “ruined” groups like Tribe or Pharcyde and devolved into a bunch of boring, hippie (instead of psychedelic) grooves and “love is all you need” cliches, but a lot of the beats on Jay Stay Paid show the lasting, ongoing influence of “Neo-Soul”: electronic-tinged Rap & B. Yes yes yes, what’s going on in rap right now owes both arms and both legs to Timbaland, but don’t forget about Amplified’s wicky-wicky weirdness. Listening to stuff like “CaDILLAc” or “9th Caller”, you’re reminded of how Neo-Soul, despite its certain conservativism, was key in bringing a new kind of avant-garde and experimentalism to radio-popular black music. There’s a straight line from what Dilla was doing in the late 90s (snippets and chunks of which are heard on Jay Stay Paid) to the Rave-House synth skitters that dominate Hot100’s playlist right now.

-At points, Jay Stay Paid sounds more like “In the Dilla Style” type tapes that producers release, all of which, outside of Cyrus Tha Great’s A Kite to Dilla are pretty much worthless. There’s plenty of great stuff here, don’t get me wrong, but there’s also a sense that we’re hitting the bottom of the barrel in terms of unreleased Dilla shit. Tracks like “Kaklow (Jump On It” or “Mythsysizer” are just kinda whatever.

-That said, realize that nearly all these tracks are ones that are totally “unreleased”. Not just tracks that haven’t been officially released but tracks from any of those four or five Dilla “beat-tapes” that’ve been bouncing around on the internet for years don’t show up on here either.

-Funny how there’s a real sense of different artistic periods with Dilla and they seem to have everything to do with artistic whims and new influences surging through than shifting music industry expectations or hit-grabbing flips on old tricks. A track like “Coming Back” (as I said earlier) could’ve and maybe should’ve been on Donuts, as it’s got that dusty sadness inside of it and a title that invokes death and legacy and even resurrection. There’s a lot of early-to-mid 2000s Electronic Music experiments from Dilla on here too–basically his style pre-Donuts–and then a few of his 90s soul-beats back when he gave a shit or felt like he had to give a shit about making hits or semi-hits. These styles certainly overlap and he’ll go back to an earlier style, but I think there’s a sense that like a visual artist, especially a painter, someone who’s really studied Dilla could parse his work out into fairly defined “periods”.

-Because his Electronic period was tied into his late-90s stuff on Q-Tip’s Amplified and the stuff when he was with MCA (Pay Jay, Frank-N-Dank’s 48 Hours), there seems to be the least of this stuff previously released or heard and it’s great that most of this tape consists of these squeaking, trippy, electronic beats.

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June 2nd, 2009 at 8:51 pm

Dilla Donuts Month Wrap-Up

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1. “Outro”
2. “Workinonit”
3. “Waves”
4. “Light My Fire”
5. “The New”
6. “Stop!”
7. “People”
8. “The Diff’rence”
9. “Mash”
10. “Time: The Donut of the Heart”
11. “Glazed”
12. “Airworks”
13. “Lightworks”
14. “Stepson of the Clapper”
15. “Twister (Huh, What?)
16.“One Eleven”
17. “Two Can Win”
18. “Don’t Cry”
19. “Anti-American Graffiti”
20. “Geek Down”
21. “Thunder”
22. “Gobstopper”
23. “One for Ghost”
24. “Dilla Says Go”
25. “Walkinonit”
26. “The Factory”
27. “U-Love”
28. “Hi.”
29. “Bye.”
30. “Last Donut of the Night”
31. “Intro”

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March 4th, 2009 at 8:54 pm

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Dilla Donuts Month: "Donuts (Intro)"

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Which part of this “Intro” is the um, actual intro? That mess of trebly croons and drum smacks that invoke images of some crap bar or Ma and Pa greasy spoon shutting of its lights for the evening, or the scratched “Dilla!” shout-outs wrapping around one another with a very Roy Ayers-esque synth-line and low-energy feedback that becomes the “Outro” too? It certainly makes the album’s circular nature both clear–starts with the “Outro”, ends with Intro”, beginning is the end, end the beginning etc.–and sort of baffling as only the end of the “Intro” is the “Outro”…and the part based on “When I Die” by Motherlode sort of fits before it in some weird limbo. And in typical Dilla fashion, anything that mentions death or dying from a song called “When I Die” was left out of his MPC. Which makes sense because any song on Donuts, even the album itself could be called “When I Die”…

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Dilla’s passing has completely loaded this track with so much meaning that you can’t help but think that Jay Dee probably knew he was going soon. The full line from the Motherlode original goes like: “When I die, I hope to be/ A better man than you thought I could be”, which is a pretty humble sentiment to invoke, a real classy way for Dilla to go out, still asking for acceptance from his family, friends, and adoring fans. Of course, Dilla cuts this phrase down and focuses only on that held out “beeeeeeeeeee”, which itself is like a commandment to stay living in the moment and just be, just enjoy life as he did. But even if he didn’t intend that meaning, it’s still a dope slice to use. There’s just something about the timbre of their voices when they hold out that “e” that I can’t quite describe. It’s kinda crackly but rich and sweet and kinda inherently animated somehow. And the fact that Dilla inverts the Intro and Outro on the album is a fun little jab but also implies a circle of life, “there is no beginning or end” notion that maybe indicates how he felt about his own death and beyond.

-Quan

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March 4th, 2009 at 4:59 am

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Dilla Donuts Month: "Last Donut of the Night"

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-Zilla Rocca “Last Dance of the Night” (“Last Donut of the Night” Freestyle)

I remember first buying Donuts and not really getting the weirdness to the first half of the album the first few months I had it. But when I heard “Last Donut of the Night,” it gave me a permanent screwface. The drums aren’t even prominent on this beat and it made me roll. It was cinematic and saucy at the same time. I remember thinking how the vibe of the beat felt like a sweaty strip club where black chicks would be grinding slow and smoking blunts. Thankfully, I had been to a strip club just like that hahaha! It was called Nite on Broad (RIP), so I just wrote some left field shit about my experience at the place. From that point on, I noticed that Dilla made beats that I wrote to the fastest.

Zilla Rocca is co-founder of Beat Garden Entertainment, blogs at Clap Cowards, is one half of Clean Guns along with Nico the Beast, and one half of 5 O’Clock Shadowboxers, with another (soon-to-be) Donuts Month contributor Douglas Martin.


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Backstage. A scant few minutes before showtime. I’m a ball of nerves. My eyes are squinting, my hands are clammy, and sweat is streaming down my face, which is as white as a ghost (or, as white as a black person’s skin can get). I take a quick peep at the stage, where a spotlight is cast over my acoustic guitar. Then, I take a look at the floor. Bad idea: It’s fucking PACKED. People, most with drinks in their hands, are conversing with their friends. Some are adjusting the settings on their cameras. Kids are leaning against the stage, waiting for me to step onstage, grab my guitar, and start beating the shit out of it, as is my way. Me? I’m standing by the door, feeling like I’m going to spew projectile vomit on everything within five feet of me. I take my bandana out of my back pocket and wipe my brow with it, nervously sipping from a bottle of lukewarm water, which– needless to say, due to my nerves– tastes colder than the ice cubes in my Jack and Coke that I obtained through a drink ticket during the opening act’s set. Sometimes, I hate playing in front of other human beings.

The lights lower, and strobe lights start flickering. The looped guitar of “Last Donut of the Night” gives me the combination of amped-up confidence and nervous jitters. The strobe lights stop, and swinging lights are cast all over the stage. Everyone knows what time it is, so they’re clapping along with the tambourine. After the last scratch of “ladies and gentlemen,” I confidently hop onto the stairs that lead to the stage. That’s my cue. The spotlight follows me all the way to center stage, where I wipe my forehead with the bandana in one hand, and hold my water bottle with the other. I receive the most rapturous applause I’ve ever gotten in my life, and politely wave, rag in hand, to the crowd and their overwhelming response.

One of the most inspiring things about music is that it sometimes provokes daydreams.

-Douglas Martin

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Dilla abstractly hypes himself at the beginning of “Last Donut of the Night” and then, the rest of the track’s the “performance” in a way, but Dilla’s version of performing is emotive soul-loops and the show-off shit is stuff like that odd drum that’s a solid snap and a not-so-confident tambourine struck at the same moment or these backwards-sounding joyous drones more appropriate for “The Factory”.

And that extra squeaky, extra broken voice that rises out of the cloud of guitar twang and wandering strings as that Dilla drum clomps along to whatever rhythm it wants, yelps “I give to you…and give to you”. It’s a sad, desperate cry of devoted love–that second “and give to you” almost victimizing the giving–is Dilla quietly but bragging about all the music he’s given fans and rappers and well, the world.

A lot of musicians feel like music–and through that, their music–can heal or make the world a little better, namely because other people’s music did that for them, and “Last Donut of the Night” is Dilla just checking-in one last time to be like “Hey, I really work on this stuff, it’s really important. I hope you like it.”

With Donuts, he sat down to work on one final project that he wanted to be the sort of apotheosis of his career–or where he was in his career at this point, which due to shit out of his hands, would be the final phase–and be something that everybody out there could keep coming back to and unraveling and thinking about. That really is giving; that’s a gift. And while that might sound obnoxious, Dilla totally hangs onto his ego because all this shit’s kinda understated and when it isn’t understated, it’s so fucking loud and clear that it just hits you in the gut and feels honest, too-honest, even and so you feel like he’s sharing something very real with you–and he is.

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March 3rd, 2009 at 4:56 am

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Dilla Donuts Month: "Bye."

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“Bye.” is the formula for most of Donuts‘ tracks rendered perfectly. The clipped voices and expertly-chopped vocals are here, light years beyond voice-as-instrument, pitch-perfect atmospherics, or just obsesso-producer weirdness, they’re incomplete, never-to-be-finished thoughts: “I wanna-”, “I really-” (which is actually “I feel you” but I think made to sound like “I really”).

He really what? He wants to what? Stuff ends. You don’t always get all the answers. Shit’s unexpected. And even when it’s expected it’s still incomprehensible. “Bye.” But he brilliance of “Bye.” is how it’s one of the most overtly death-themed songs on Donuts from title alone, but leaves all the actual feeling to abstract, indirect sounds, so it’s both really strict in its meaning and open to anything.

Sounds to me like one of those ugly mornings on something or other and you’re in a bad place sadly recalling when you were five and like, Bravestar action figure entertained you instead of being on somethingorother but it’s not self-loathing that envelopes you but some weird nostalgia that just sends you back to being five and using your grandmother’s kitchen floor as a desert, so it’s just sort of awesome.

“Bye.” is also lying in bed, under the covers, half-awake with the person you love.

And yeah sure, in those half-alive drums and rambling half-samples, is life knowingly escaping the body, clasping friends’ and family’s hands for the last time.

Or it’s “sitting on my stoop in NyC with my boyfriend on a summer night, and I know it’s getting late and my mom will be calling me inside soon, but I don’t wanna go. I wanna take a walk to the park, possibly smoke a joint and make out.” as You Tube user YoBebeMama said of “Don’t Say Goodnight” by the Isleys but seems easily applicable to “Bye.” just as well.


“Bye.” is like “Just Friends” by Charlie Parker or the Delfonics’ “Didn’t I Blow Your Mind”. Tracks that just sort of glow and connect with you–and everybody else–the first time you hear them. The thick bubbling sonar-esque ping/plonk that echoes after the drums, swiped from The Isleys’ “Don’t Say Goodnight”, is every bit as memorable and indicative as the gladiator movie horns of “Didn’t I Blow Your Time” or Parker’s introductory horn flutters.

The same plaintive warmth as those two etched-in stone classics shoots through “Bye.”–that punctuation at the end’s very important–as well. It’s oddly catchy and full of life and emotion in ways that completely bypass understanding and explanation. And the only way to convey it’s to compare it to other really emotive songs that words don’t even begin to explain either.

Rather than describe the song with some more purple-prose or pontificate further on a song that’s so obviously about Donuts’ core themes, I just want to highlight the parts of the song that kill me. That secondary, louder “Iiii…” that interrupts the final “I really-” in the loop (shortening it to a quick, excited “I!” and nothing more) like one last burst of energy and emotion before exit, and the persistent old-ass record fuzz of that pitters and patters like the meditative morning-of before the big final battle in some Samurai flick.

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“Bye” is just unbelievably heartbreaking. I can’t imagine how it would feel to know you’re dying, to know you’re working on the last music you’ll ever work on, and to try to arrange a piece of music that could sum up the word “bye.”

Maybe I’m overthinking it and Dilla was just trying to capture the quick, unfinished goodbye that you do when you can’t possibly sum up how much you’re going to miss someone. Or maybe he wanted to say goodbye to his friends and family in a casual way, to rob of death of its forced profundity. If you say goodbye forever like you’re just going out to the store, it doesn’t have to hurt as much.

The way that he loops and echoes the line “Don’t ever…,” it can sound like “Don’t ever change,” as if he wants everyone he knows to stay exactly how they are right now. That’s what I hear in the music, a perfect, poignant moment captured and frozen in time. Sort of like wanting to choose the freeze frame shot that sums up your whole life, the last shot before the end credits roll.

The sample of a women singing at :48 is cut in a way to make it sound like she’s crying out. I’m not saying she’s supposed to be crying because Dilla is dying or because she is, just that that sound cuts me to the bone. One of the things I appreciate about Donuts is that the whole album isn’t spent dwelling on the sadness or pain of death, because, let’s be honest, it would be really tempting as a producer making an album on his or her deathbed to be like “I’m gonna make the saddest fucking record of all time and make all these fuckers miss me horribly.” It takes guts to do what Dilla did and stay true to himself as an artist in the face of death, but songs like “Bye” show he also wasn’t trying to pretend dying in the hospital wasn’t sad and scary as hell.

-Daniel Krow

Daniel Krow’s blog is The Party’s Crashing Us.

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March 2nd, 2009 at 4:45 am

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Dilla Donuts Month: "Hi"

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Fucking heartbreaking, like all good soul should be. My reference point for it is Fishscale, but regardless it’s a genius flip, wherein all of Dilla’s style comes out on display, the skittering and glitching out of the sample, the stop and start drums, and the premature clipping of the loops. Out of the few beats that were actually used for other people’s tracks, this is probably the one that was properly wrecked by the artist, and overall my favorite track on Donuts.

-Christopher

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These last few tracks are both really clear in content and hard to pin-down or explain, which is kinda perfect. You just viscerally get them and feel them and the obvious titles like “Bye” or “Last Donut of the Night” just sorta verify what you already sense about them. “Hi” is a weird one though.

Weird because a small part of the impact of the next track “Bye” is contingent upon “Hi”. Even though “Bye” would work–and in a way work better–without “Hi”, the two tracks combined brilliantly reduce every single meaningful and meaningless reaction to the basic: When you meet, and when you say bye, literally, figuratively, whatever. And you can stretch that to meeting someone and them leaving this earth or reduce it to someone you talk to everyday and jumping on and off the phone with them. No matter what, there’s still this tangible beginning and end. Hi and then, Bye. It’s Zen-like in its reduction to the bare-bones.

Maybe Hemingway-like is more like it though because Donuts as a whole, is Zen-like and enlightened and all about how shit doesn’t have a beginning and end–from the album’s construction to the looping of records, it’s all circular–and “Hi” and “Bye” are that more visceral, maybe a little angry, hard-ass acceptance of borders and absolutes. That this very real but less “mature”–if more pragmatic–understanding of the world fits within the greater eccentric circle of Donuts is brilliant.

Beyond that inviting but wistful “Hi…”, Dilla swipes a few actual lines from the spoken-ish intro to “Maybe” by The Three Degrees. Particularly notable is the line about how she “hadn’t heard that voice in such a long time” making “Hi” less about first meetings and more about reconnection.

And the way the track stumbles back into and onto itself–those drums, that pluck of a bassline and some chimes or some shit going forward, back, forward back, punctuated by a “Hi…”–is like the song’s nostalgic for the moment while defining the moment as its happening. I get a sense it’s about the people that come back into your life after well, “such a long time”. When you’re sick and dying or big and famous (Dilla was both), I think odd but comforting reconnections only get exasperated.

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March 1st, 2009 at 4:45 am

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Dilla Donuts Month: "U-Love"

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There’s way more record hiss and fuzz on “U-Love” than on the rest of Donuts. I imagine Dilla, like most diggers, had multiple copies of the same records in varying condition, and “U-Love” to the “Intro” sound made from the flood-damaged, a few centimeters thinner from too-many listens, scrawled on the fucked-up sleeve “PROPERTY OF THOMAS” or something copies, not the VG-Mint ones.

The fuzz give the tracks an even warmer, more personal feeling and starts to make deterioration and decay explicit, which is appropriate for obvious reasons. What saves this from being a depressive or obvious move is that fact that the conventional “end” of the album is noted as the “beginning” and so, as decomposition becomes more of a musical reality, the album moves closer towards beginning, starting-over…rebirth.

Despite (or in spite-of, or maybe most appropriately, because of) the decay, “U-Love” is one of Donuts‘ “perfect songs” in the sense of it’s this great loop, worked-on, and messed around with until there’s nothing odd or off about it–no “mistakes”, mind the quotes there–similar to “The Diff’rence”, “The Twister”, and “Gobstopper”. That it comes right after “The Factory” and that “The Factory” kinda acts as an overture for “U-Love” is perfect because Dilla’s trying to tie all these strands of sound and sub-genre and everything else together.

There needs to be one of those kinda expensive greetings cards that when you open it up they play a song, that plays “U-Love”. Even outside of the universal sentiment though, this song’s easy for pretty much everybody to get into. Plenty of sounds and clipped voices race around in the background, but there’s no jarring wordless vocals and part-of-a-second grunts, inhales, and exhales, just slightly-touched, super-sincere declarations of love with occasional emphasis (“I really love you…”) from Jerry Butler.

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It’s 2006. I’m clutching the wheel of my stepsister’s Dodge Neon, cruising through Downtown Seattle. My then-girlfriend, a professed granola-eater, Devendra Banhart fan and avid conservationalist (what I’m trying to say is that she was a hippie), is somewhat boredly peering out of the window, eyes fixed on whatever buildings we’re passing by. She’s twirling the thick, blonde hair that she only combs twice a week. Donuts is blasting, I’m nodding my head, trying not to space out from all of the street lights shooting by us, and we’re holding hands. Occasionally, I peer over at her and make a funny face to see she’ll notice. Every time, she does, purses her lips, and playfully pokes me in the ribs. A piano and human voice quickly pops out of the stereo. Afterwards, horns start tugging at the heartstrings, and voices in soulful harmony sing, “Just because I really love you.” I start nodding my head a little more as more street lights whizz past us, looking like stationary stars as we’re floating through space or something. “I love you” repeats itself throughout the song, and goosebumps start rising on my arms as I take a lovingly look at the girl sitting next to me. I don’t know what the street lights did to her pale blue eyes, but they looked like they were glowing.

She clinches my hand a little tighter, kisses me on the cheeks, and says, “I like this.”

-Douglas Martin

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February 27th, 2009 at 8:03 pm

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Dilla Donuts Month: "The Factory"

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The songs on Donuts that aren’t soul and funk-based, or twist funk and soul sources so much it sounds from space or something, pop-up every few songs, sending the whole thing off-course. Although nearly every review touches on the emotions behind Donuts, I think the zig-zag approach to “Yo, I’m dying, here’s some music about it” confused many. To me, it’s just realism. Rarely ever are our minds or experiences so calcified.

Had Donuts been a 31-track suite of emotive soul chops and only that, Donuts would’ve won some awards or topped Top-Ten lists because it’d be so easy to contextualize and write about. Donuts‘ genius is that it’s not Johnny Cash’s American Recordings or Lou Reed’s Berlin or My Chemical Romance’s The Black Parade–something oppressive and one-note and therefore, oh-so-important and focused–it’s a sloppy celebration of life that occasionally takes-on death and dying. Dilla sticking “The Factory” after the killer run of “One from Ghost” to “Walkinonit” slows-down the meditative momentum the album’s building-up and realistically deviates for some weirdo fun.

This side of Dilla, this electronic, noisy side never really got to develop the way it should’ve and could’ve and a lot of it had to do with the staunch traditionalism of many of his fans. Amplified got dismissed by too many because it dared to be fun and a little synthetic and the unreleased Frank-N-Dank record 48 Hours went even further and probably scared closed-minded label heads–even though it was concurrent with Timbo and all that–because it would’ve scared closed-minded neo-soulquarian smarty-pants hip-hoppers or something.

And so, Dilla interrupts the cumulative effect of devastating soul loops he had going for a downright annoying, squonking, creaking blipping blopping blooping minute and a half. The best part though, might be the way he stops it all except for that tin-can drumming a few times throughout even ending “The Factory” on it, like it’s a count-out for the next track, “U-Love”.

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The idea of “Da Factory Mix” is making an attempt at connecting krautrock/post-punk/new wave/hip-hop to J Dilla’s Donuts-era aesthetic. I chose “Da Factory” as a reference for the mix because of its obvious connections to the aforementioned styles.

Tracklist
01. Mantronix – “King of the Beats”
02. J Dilla – “[untitled Dilla Beats track]“
03. The Beastie Boys – “Ask for Janice”
04. Kool G Rap & DJ Polo – “Cars”
05. Gary Numan – “M.E.”
06. Public Enemy – “M.P.E.”
07. J Dilla – “[untitled Dilla Beats track]“
08. Richard Pryor – “Acid”
09. J Dilla – “[untitled Dilla Beats track]“
10. Faust – “I’ve Got My Car and My TV”
11. Malcom McLaren – “El San Juanera”
12. J Dilla – “[untitled Dilla Beats track]“
13. Holger Czukay – “Fragrance”
14. Just-Ice – “Little Bad Johnny”
15. This Heat – “Paper Hats”

-Joseph

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Dilla is pretty quirky, which should be obvious from the donut theme, and that aspect lends itself to how Willy Wonka these tracks are. Something about slightly cheery yet disaffected singing plus the constant bubbling in the background of “Lightworks” and tic-tac bassline of “Factory” just gets to me. Probably the best appropriation of a commercial jingle since Busta Rhymes’ “Dangerous” in the former, with the latter seeming like Dilla went out to just make the weirdest sound thing he could’ve.

-Christopher

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February 27th, 2009 at 4:53 am

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Dilla Donuts Month: "Walkinonit"

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-Phaseone “Walkinonit” Remix

I remember when Donuts came out, I had been meaning to check for it but on February 10th, when I read of his passing on the internet, I went out to cop it that day. I enjoyed it on first listen but was a little caught off guard. I was expecting a bunch of instrumentals to rock to out of boredom without having to keep up with emcees. I figured if it sounded like an instrumental Slum Village record, or even a bunch of tracks half as good as “It’s Your World” from Common’s Be, it would be worth the purchase (I also, honestly, was hoping for some open drums to sample). I put the record away for quite some time.

Sometimes I think that anyone who says they “got” Donuts upon first listen, never really “got” it at all and probably still doesn’t. I literally had to listen dozens of time to realize the true beauty and heartfelt soul of the record. At first it sounded messy, disheveled, repetitive.

I still don’t completely understand what it is about Donuts, but one day I realized I understood it as if I had all along. J Dilla has absolutely immortalized and perfected the “instrumental”, or MC-free, hip hop album. The best thing about it is the complete absence of any took-it-as-far-as-it-could-go vibe.

February of 2008, I tried to compile an assembly of producers to remix every song from Donuts on one project, to commemorate the two-year anniversary of his death, to no avail. The result is my remix of “Walkinonit”, easily one of my top-five favorites from Donuts (among, probably, “U-Love”, “Time: The Donut of the Heart”, “Gobstopper”, and “The Twister”. Dilla rolls in his grave anytime anyone listens to my remix, as I have completely gone against everything he sought to establish with “Walkinonit” and Donuts as a whole.

Having been consumed with anger every time I listened to “Walkinonit” for the mere ten seconds (like, what the fuck?!) of a beautiful hook he looped (“ba-a-by walk on by-y-y”), I finally got fed up and chopped up “Walk On By” by The Undisputed Truth myself so I could groove to the hook for a little longer. I added drums and a few other elements to the mix and called it a night. The result is an anti-minimalist, anti-Donut, anti-”Walkinonit” version of “Walkinonit”.

R.I.P.

Phaseone is from St. Louis and makes instrumental electronic and hip-hop. He can be stalked at MySpace and Twitter. You can download his album Mad Weight for free here.

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When you read ?uestlove’s Dilla ruminations like this or this (Sidenote: ?uest should write a book on Dilla), a recurring discussion is how Dilla had, stashed in the vaults or his hard-drive or wherever, a ton of remakes or remixes or refixes of shit Pete Rock or other legends had done. But out of respect and shit, he never let them see the light of day.

The same way Donuts became a vehicle where he no longer had to worry about “Can someone rap on this?” or “is this hip-hop?” or even like, those unspoken Producer rules for beatmaking, I think it was a way to do these crazier variations on oft-sampled shit and get away with it. He’s not making “beats” in the conventional sense, so he’s not competing with other producers. Dilla found a way to share these refixes of oft-sampled shit like “Walk On By” here on “Walkinonit” (although it’s The Undisputed Truth version, not Isaac’s but still) or Mountain or on the track before “Walkinonit”, “Dilla Says Go”, flip the “Hate It Or Love It” sample source without it being some kind of douchey corrective or producer battle.

“Walkinonit” though, is also one of the most direct tracks in terms of emotionality. It’s one of those where you’re not thinking at all about how it was made, you’re just feeling that flutter of strings and repeated, “Broken and blue…walking down the street…broken and blue”. It describes how Dilla probably felt in the hospital or in a wheelchair on-stage or in the airport and everywhere else. Like damaged goods or something. Not himself. But not an “Oh, poor me” type thing, just, feeling not fully together physically because well…he wasn’t.

When you’re visibly sick, everyone, from lovers and friends to total strangers, treat you very differently. Especially strangers as they both notice the wheelchair-bound and can’t help but think “Wonder what happened to him…” and try very hard to not look or stare and plain old ignore it. “Walkinonit” is a semi-sequel to “Don’t Cry” as it’s similarly inward and saying “leave me alone, don’t worry about me”, in part because he understands the pain and suffering better than anybody else but also because he just doesn’t want to be stared-at or felt sorry for and feel like his very presence affects everything.

The two lines, “walking down the street” and “broken and blue”, come from very different parts of the song and so, this wasn’t “Oh those lines from this song express how I’m feeling”, this is almost songwriting here–even if it’s only two lines–or at least, cut-up or magnetic poetry style expression.

Written by Brandon

February 25th, 2009 at 11:44 pm

Posted in Dilla, Donuts Month