The lower levels of Ocat are dingy and horrible places for any form of life to exist. Aside from those intergalactic refugees that prefer the humid darkness, the humans here are the ones who fell through society's cracks. They're the pimps, hookers, criminals, and the wanted; the scum. Which of those am I? Ha! Not going to tell you my story yet.
A red light reveals the silhouettes of three well composed musicians preparing for a nights performance. At least Frank's bar has a porthole to see out. He actually has the only place with a porthole in this sector and now that I think about it, that damn thing probably set him back a few years. Though it's small, the porthole lights a cylinder of smoke that streaks across the room.
I blend well with the other late night lurkers who fill the tables surrounding me. "Another washed up band? Better order another watered down drink," I say muttering under my breath. Forward 15 minutes -- sitting transfixed at my low table, I finish the lower lever specialty, Teagrit without noticing. The effects of the mild hallucinogenic onset quickly and make the room apear to ripple, but it subsides just as fast. I instinctively order another drink. I'm transfixed in the sound and am not the only one. The trio captivates the bar like a snake charmer hypnotizes a cobra. The sound is so smooth it would take an act of god to stop everyone from bobbing their heads. My plan to hitch a ride on the early morning hauler dissolve from my thoughts. I motion for Frank, "When did these guys get in?" "Ahhhh haha you like them, eh? says Frank, beaming. "They were here last night and by the looks of it, they're drawing a bigger crowd tonight!" He was right, the bar had filled up quite a bit without me noticing. I make sure he's looking at me and I mouth, "Well, I wish I could stay, but I'm out of here tonight, Frank." Shocked, he looks at me like I'm insane. Itching under his nose he mouths, "You're going to die, kid! They eject anyone caught trying to escape without the right permits! You know that." My frustration gets the better of me and I say out loud, "The lower levels are getting worse Frank! We have to wear O Masks everywhere! I'm not going to die on this godforsaken asteroid." The song was crescendoing as I was making my outburst so no entrepreneurial neighbor could hear what I planned on doing. I mean, I've snitched on a few people in my time to keep some food on the table. Let's hope nobody has the same idea for me...
To be continued.
I can't remember if the drink she brought me was any better than the last, but it didn't matter because I learned the name BADBADNOTGOOD. Give the video below a play and then I'll tell you more.
Refreshing wasn't it? Very cool too say the least. If you found any of those sounds familiar then you're probably already acquainted with MF DOOM. What you just happened to hear was an adaptation by BBNG of 3 MF DOOM's songs, Supervillain, Fazers, & Vomitspit. The ultra smooth jazz sound they create is just too good to go without praise and if you aren't sold on that first jam, check out their renditions of Tyler the Creator's She, and Gangstarr's Mass Appeal.
Here is the mixtape where you can find all of the above:
BADBADNOTGOOD MIXTAPE
This track is absolutely essential for impressing guests with your refined music taste and expanding your personal collection with something a little more classy. I hope you enjoyed this post, more to come soon.
Stay slick.
-gonz
