When I saw the 'cover' of the CD which was given to my mother as a peace offering by an old friend of my brother's, I knew this was outsider music of a rather special kind:
From what I can surmise on the basis of the available evidence, this recording may have been some form of rehabilitative therapy.
Although, having said that, if it's cathartic, it certainly doesn't sound like it.
Young Pizzo's deconstruction of hip-hop beats, mannerisms and ideals is unlistenable in so many different, nuanced ways, I can only begin to list them here.
When I Was Young - Daniel Pizzo
However painful it may seem at the outset, this recording rewards close attention.
In particular, look out for references to girls (though never girlfriends), rabbits and drugs.
If anyone enjoys it (and what sick, degraded individuals they must be), there is a whole album of this. But most people will never want to listen to it again.
3 comments:
Fookin' 'ell man, thats one of the saddest things i've heard in a long time. I wasn't really listening to the music. which is bloody awful, but the geezer is a bloody poet, for sure.
Some of the things he was saying almost brought tears to my eye's. "I remember stabbings at the YMCA, We didn't care..."
Genius.
Thanks. this has given me some really good ideas!
love your blog for exactly this reason! music makes me too, even pizzo's modest rhymes and dilla-esque offtime beats.
love it!!
alex,
london
You've just reminded me that I've got a whole CD of this, but, you see, I have scruples about posting things I can't bear to listen to myself...
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