Tuesday, April 28, 2009

This is Dedicated to the LoverThinker In YOU

Broadcasting live from the radio land station in the big bowl of a sky pie.  That’s right. From right here. Right there.

When is the offering worth the time it takes to get up out of your pew? When it feels good because there’s something in your pocket to give? Or cuz you feel the something in the gift. It’s the giving of the gift that’s the gift. That there is always a gift to give. The gift of love. The love you have inside of you always. Often it’s shrouded. Covered and Cloaked in pity, in those uncounsious mistakes that plague your every next step, until your steps are “every next step…?!?!” Somethin’s coming, somethings happening. No! Nothings happenening that isn’t YOU happening! Being, Doing. DOING! Are we human beings, or human doings? If love is an active force, than our lives are doings. We are a result of the impetus, of the origin. The love is life.

What if it was you? …..??

Get over. Get over, get over there…where I’ can see you and follow. Where I can fix my eyes on your footsteps and walk in them until my feet won’t fit. Till I can’t measure my heights to yours because they are the same. Till I can’t look down, or up at you with my heart, or my weary lonesome ego that’s been working to keep me from myself…and from you.

If this is what I am to be known for, then I will give it freely. If this is to be my claim, my worth, then take it!! Force my hand lest I surrender it to you at will!

Charity!!!! You better give it somebody. Cuz what about what I need??

 

Saturday, February 28, 2009

Never Too Late

Lest our feet stray from the places our God where we met thee
Lest our hearts drunk with the wine of the world we forget thee
Shadowed beneath thy hand
May we forever stand 
True to our God
True to our native land

This is what it should be...shouldn't it? Shouldn't it be my space to do this?
Shouldn't it be the opportunity given IN space, FOR space to receive this; what I have to give!?

It is what I, and no one else has to offer at this VERY moment. In this very calculated moment that connects science, and spirituality, and mathematics; divine and digital. 

...and even now my cat keeps stepping on my keyboard, not randomly on the number lock key. Making it harder for someone out there to decode the transcription I'm delivering. 

This is history all in itself. This is engraved onto time. Because when I stop and ask myself, could it be?....

...yea, it could. 

Cuz time is like....cloaked down over us. It is like the skin of the sky. And we are simply inside
the blood flowing inside 
the veins that flow through
the muscles that are underneath
...that skin.
So then this is like a tattoo inked into that skin.

Oh it's cold too nigga! That mugs got a dragon on it, and flames and shit, and a lion, and it's like covering the whole arm n shit...But wait, now there's an arm? That would imply there being some kind of BODY.  

OHHHH!!!! So there's somethin' bigger then huh? You gonna give me the whole
" There's something greater out there. Something deeper man, yea..." speech? Is that what you're gonna give me??

Nah. 

I'm just gon' tell you to keep your nose open, and your eyes to the skies. And by that, I mean keep them open too. Whatcha see starin'at the ground anyways!?! Your iPhone ain't your ticket outta here. And I can bet you won't find it on the screen laying in the lap of your palm. Treat your hands better, they are beautiful machines. 
Wondalous. 
And most people won't recognize that the left and right are just as important. 

All that is to say...keep your hands clean...
...by which I mean, be right. But if you're wrong, at least have the decency to put some oils and fragrances on your wrist, and the dirt from under your nails for when I lift your hand to kiss you goodnight

All that in this moment. This moment. This moment. 
And every moment after that your mind lets you follow in the footsteps ablaze in the trail before it.

This is what I have, now. What I figured I'd offer you.




Thursday, February 26, 2009

Tuesday, May 27, 2008

A Lover/Thinkers Lament...an intimate introduction


 "I'm inside of my mind as I speak to you
   Trying to find the time to speak the truth
   My third eye is inclined to weep the proof
   because these signs will inscribe what sleeps in you
   But still, my heart would hide away
   My soul learned to disguise its face
   to keep you all enchanted with the image that you see
   But, now the physical confines are strangely
   helping to define the change
   The greatness pours through weightless doors
   and I'm becoming free"

That stanza is the first verse of a song on my forthcoming debut album ( In Between Life) called "A Lover/Thinkers Lament". Now, for those of you who have absolutely no clue as to who I am or what in the fuck I am talking about inside those few lines....allow me to introduce myself to you by offering you a more intimate understanding of my artistry and methodology.  I'll try to start at what would seem to be the beginning... 

...The Way
One of the most common questions I am asked in regards to my music or any of my original works is "How do you do it?" But not with a sense of amazement, but rather of inquiry and curiousity.  People wanna know do I come up with the music first and then write lyrics, or lyrics then music, or at the same time or whatever the case may be! And for a long time I'd never been able to give a concise answer because my method was never  a consistent one. Yet as I have matured as a man, and as an artist, I've managed to be able to articulate the one consistent aspect in my creative process. I simply surrender to that bittersweet aspect of humanity we like to call our emotions! Now by emotions I don't mean the way that you think someone should feel at any particular moment about anything in particular, rather literally anything at all! Any aspect of life that touches me in a moment such that it's both profound and inspiring in some way, is noteworthy. Whether in a song, a rhyme, a poem, a sketch, or even scattered thoughts and doodles on a page that to the naked eye looks like scribble....I simply obey the forces that create my emotions, and let my emotions create my art.

...The Words
On this project, most of my production is coming from a long time friend and fellow vocalist Jacob "J. Perez" Borum and his company One Track Entertainment. Although he and his team are indeed multifaceted, 9 out of 10 tracks I've done from One Track are all of his own original production. Being that him and I are really the only creative entities on my project, it has been much easier to establish continuity from song to song. Interestingly enough, the most reoccurring raw theme or feeling has readily been dark. Song's like "Sticks and Stones" (myspace.com/myklhanna) with slow saturated instrumentation in minor keys, and heavy rhythmic characteristics resonate in the depths of an explicit and specific chamber of intensely emotional lyrical content...and that's one of the love songs! As you've read, the lyrics to this song are especially personal as they are not simply about me, but about a me that isn't readily identified as the me most would claim to know. So in a sense, this song (which has yet to be recorded) is an audible plunge into the depths of my uncharted personality. And as the ocean floor is devoid of sunlight, so too is the mood and lyrical development in this particular piece. Thus perpetuating the dark undertone evidently prevalent on this project.

...The Title
I love music. Good music though, I can't much fuck with the garbage out there. But people don't seem to want to acknowledge the amount of good music there is out here from countless artists that represent countless cultures across countless genres! And ever since I've been able to discern on my own what is good to me, I've done what any and most other artists of all kinds do with things they admire...I steal it! lol The beauty in art is that when you've stolen something, you may not even realize it. It may be that the part of you that is striving for individuality grabs onto anything it even casually fancies, and before the rest of you can realize what's going on,  you're "individuality" is the totality of innumerable influences, most of which can never be identified in their original state. Those that can be, are. And those are the they that characterize you as a person, and in this case, me as an artist. I'm a wordy kinda guy, that much is exceedingly evident! Somewhere down the line I stole someones infatuation for detail and the use of words to illustrate that detail.  So it would only seem natural that when studying music history in college, that I'd steal certain aspects of early opera. I am, after all, a friggin vocalist! And to one such vocalist as myself, the sultry soprano melody afloat over the intricately simple yet warm, dark strings that made up the famous aria from Henry Purcell's most noted Opera "Dido and Aeneas" was music to my ears, through my ears, and into my being. In a word, that was my shit! The aria is entitled "Dido's Lament". A lament is almost literally defined as a sorrowful poem or song. Being that the opera is Dido and Aeneas, when Didos character had a lament of her own, chances were that it was about her, it was pretty personal, and of course...it was dark. Likewise, In Between Life is something like my opera, my story. And because I feel lovers and thinkers can identify with my music, I feel i can identity with them and thus call myself one. Therefore, "A Lover/Thinkers Lament" is my own twisted sorrowful song, my aria. 


Besides hoping that you actually reached this point, I hope that upon reaching this point in reading that you feel you know a little bit more about Myk'l Hanna, and that you would direct someone elses attention here to learn a little bit about ya boi. Word of mouth is a powerful tool! I try to be a nice guy, so it's ok to say hello! I welcome all constructive criticsim, and am eager to know what you think.  Stay tuned for more needlessly extensive blogs, that could potentially be about nothing...I'll make it interesting. You make it personal. B E-Z, yo!