UFC Albany: Derrick Lewis vs. Shamil Abdurakhimov Breakdown (LINK)

Here is my breakdown for the UFC Fight Pass card main event between Lewis and Abdurakhimov tonight in Albany. Also my debut with Fightbook MMA.

http://www.fightbookmma.com/ufc-fight-night-albany-derrick-lewis-vs-shamil-abdurakhimov-breakdown/

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A Thank You to Amy Winehouse and Back to Black for Providing Low Cost Therapy

A QUICK WORD FROM THE MMA POET. Hello readers, it’s been a minute. I’m back and sorry to my MMA readers but unfortunately this not a fight piece. As some of you may know, I have an abnormal love of music and this is something I’ve been meaning to write for awhile. As you will momentarily read, Amy’s sophomore album meant quite a bit for me and having just passed the ten year mark of its release I wanted to pay my respect. I am now quite intent in immersing myself in writing and this was my first piece in months, apologies if this piece seems kind of choppy and long but I needed to write this and I hope if any of you have heard this album you can appreciate it, if you haven’t I hope this piece may entice you to seek it out and hit play. I put a link at the very bottom of the page, if anyone was kind and generous enough for a donation. This was a very draining piece to write and any reading and/or feedback is tremendously appreciated but if you’re in the giving mood, some change, a dollar or two, whatever you may spare would be very helpful. Juice, aka the MMA Poet is here to stay, if you’re a new reader, hope you stay locked and to my MMA kin, stay tuned more pieces are definitely in the works but I hope you can appreciate this.

If eyes are the windows to the soul then music is the soul’s sustenance. So much more can be told about what kind of music a person listens to than what their job, their friends or what their political beliefs might be. Music trends are a curious thing, it seems like any hot song or artist at a current moment has a degree of luck or magic attached to it, but when an artist hits it big and is deserving of the attention the notch of criticism seems to be cranked to its highest level.

There is usually some sort of melancholy associated when someone is busking. A bad musician doing it can elicit pity or laughter, a great musician usually brings a sort of wonder and disappointment with society because only you and a handful of pedestrians are being exposed to this talent.

Amy Winehouse was the world’s most successful and well-known street performer for a few short years. This is not an insult to Winehouse, the street performer comparison is apt not because of her unapologetic, veracious temperament but because her life was a spectacle, and just as a street performer will only enter one’s life for only a few brief moments, we were subjected to Winehouse’s beautifully fragmented existence for a blink of music’s history.

Although “Rehab” was not Winehouse’s first single, nor even the first single off her classic album Back to Black, it was undisputedly her biggest and most successful single. It almost seems a bit off color to play the song today because the track is practically a premonition of Winehouse’s untimely death; it’s not just the touchstone of Winehouse’s music career but one of the most important songs of the past 25 years.

There has been great songs that have been produced in the past quarter century but how many were so reflective of the artist’s being? Their pain, their conflict, their joy. “Rehab” was a legitimate chart topper, kids in high school were singing it like it was the new Beyoncé track. The binary status quo of making honest music or entertaining music has existed since the invention of the radio, but “Rehab” might be the song that single-handedly turned that dichotomous relationship on its head.

What is it about “Rehab” that caught people’s attention so strongly? Perhaps because it was thunderous from the onset. “They tried to make me go to rehab I said no, no, no.” That’s definitely a way to get the ears to perk up. An electric piano and jazzy snare drums? Definitely unconventional, but the song is a melding of madness, brashness and hopeless optimism and the choice of melodies further personifies Winehouse’s insouciance and prolificness.

The piano and drums are immediately joined by the horns and bass after the introductory chorus and it adds an element of 1920’s extravagance to the required denial and carelessness of Winehouse’s substance abuse. The strings in conjunction with the bells in the second stanza of the song add to it’s regretful undertones while still maintaining it’s mild exuberance. “Rehab” could’ve been just a sad diary entry of a song that caught the attention of some depressives and music snobs but it caught on because it embodied what Amy Winehouse was to the very core of her essence – unrelenting. “Rehab” wasn’t shoved into our ear canals and forced upon us to be liked but it was not going to be denied. The song was real, it was hurtful, it was maddening but it’s fearlessness commanded respect.

This is not meant to harp on the one song that propelled Winehouse on to the world stage, it is all to well known and spoken about, this is about what the album symbolized to a young kid getting thrust into the ugly truths of the world at a vulnerable juncture in his life. Very few albums have struck a chord in me like Back to Black did and the debut single off that album “You Know I’m No Good”, was the catalyst for my initial interest in the English songstress.

Although “Rehab” was the magnum opus of Winehouse’s work, “You Know I’m No Good” has to be considered one of Winehouse’s crowning achievements, not just because it is her second most recognized song but it is a song that illustrates another well-known dimension of her destructive tendencies – infidelity. This may all so far just seems like a slam against Winehouse and the negative aspects of her personality but a person who was as blunt in her life and career as Amy was, it is only appropriate that in paying homage to not gloss over the ugly parts.

The opening bass line and hip-hop influenced drum beat let you know that this was unlike anything you’d heard in awhile. As Winehouse’s soulful voice describes her man questioning her whereabouts, the bass and drums keep grooving as if she was not just describing an anxiety-laden interrogation. Winehouse’s trademark “don’t give a fuck” attitude is on full display in the four minute track, but it ends with an almost comical twist. Feeling her man was as responsible for her infidelities if not more.

The first two opening tracks are the most visceral, but Back to Black takes some more simple and unconventional routes through Winehouse’s psyche. Me and Mr. Jones is Winehouse at her sassiest. The follow-up to “You Know I’m No Good” is just another example of Amy being Amy. Winehouse balances fury with an upbeat jazzy rhythm and some well-placed back-up singers to make the track a delicate but complex taste of the displeased girlfriend.

“Just Friends” is a beautifully solemn track that really starts to get to the core of Winehouse’s soul. It is the first peek into Winehouse’s sensitive and sympathetic side. The instrumentals are very appropriate, present but not overbearing. Winehouse is more mellow and soft than in the previous tracks and her voice exudes the lament and guilt of a regretful mistress.

The unenviable spot of being stuck with an old love and a partner. Trying to maintain a friendship when sexual tensions cannot be corralled is a tricky situation but Winehouse does not illustrate the scenario humorously, she brazenly explains the dangers of said situation and why it is not worth it for the man to put himself in that position with a woman like her, and being fully aware that the notion of remaining friends is all but futile.

The title track “Back to Black” is perhaps the most bombastic on the album. One of the simplest tracks on the album but it is calming as it is unnerving. It doesn’t hold the hypnotic tempo of a “Just Friends” or “Rehab”, it is stripped down and loud. It is a patient song and burns slow like the cigarette Winehouse assuredly left in her ashtray while recording the album. You can almost smell the smoke as you hear it and hear the clinking of ice and pouring of whiskey in the rocks glass. The strings are ever present in the track and Winehouse sings slowly, as if enunciating to a child. Winehouse is paying homage to her sanctuary, the black. Blackout drunk, blackened emotions, hollow valleys and the never-ending road of despair.

Five songs in and most music lovers might tell you that the album is excellent; that was not my take. My favorite music was seldom loved upon first listen. Frankly, Back to Black seemed a bit dull to me on first listen, but I knew it was imperative for me to listen once more and 17 minutes into the record I found what I needed.

“Love Is a Losing Game” is not a track I liked, it is not one I wanted to hear, but with the album case in my hand as an 18-year old kid who had just recently been through his first breakup, I knew I had to hear the track with that title. From the initial snare hit I knew, this is necessary. I read and read the lyrics and listened to the track religiously for minutes if not hours on end. It wasn’t a song to me, it wasn’t even a remarkable poem, it was my life. I laid in amazement, as if she wrote that song for me, as if I was the only human on Earth that could relate to it. It then hit me, Amy wrote this from her own experience, she felt this terrible emotion I’m currently feeling and captured it perfectly in a two and a half minute song. This was the beginning of my love for Amy Winehouse, as melancholy and heart-wrenching as that track was to hear, it was also necessary for me to hear and I may have not recouped from that time as well as I did without it.

“Tears Dry on Their Own” is a classic amongst Winehouse fans. It is the quintessential Winehouse song that does not sound like Amy Winehouse. Getting over a man? Letting go of the past? Having a bit of hope or optimism? Yes, it is Winehouse, no different than any of her previous tracks. It is the purity of Winehouse’s voice and lyrics that allow this non-conforming track to fit perfectly on Back to Black.

“Wake Up Alone” however is a smack right back to the gloom. Maybe not as depressing or poetic as “Love Is a Losing Game” but just as impactful on the heavy-hearted. The anxiety of battling with your thoughts and emotions through the day only to be greeted with the hurt in the morning. As poignant a song as she’d ever written cause it is a universal feeling of endless hopelessness. As the play count on the song grows, the missing of Winehouse grows stronger.

All of Winehouse’s songs are obviously rooted in love, but to call any of her songs love songs would be quite a stretch, but “Some Unholy War” is actually a beautifully crafted love song. Winehouse’s version of Bonnie and Clyde and honestly, what could be more appropriate?

Back to Black concludes with “He Can Only Hold Her,” an unheralded classic. Amy was never one to mince words, usually it was brutal honesty with herself, but “He Can Only Hold Her” is a warning of what damage a man can inflict on a woman. Winehouse, the unfaithful, boozing hopeless romantic closes out her masterpiece with an ode about what true heartlessness means. From the honest, good guy to the possessive jerk, the proposition that your woman no longer feels anything for you is as ghastly an emotion that one can imagine. Hold her, hug her, tell her you love her, nothing will come of it, the ship has sailed and she is on to another. It is a battle cry for any and all women who’ve ever been wronged or hurt, you do have power and it is more hurtful than almost anything a male can muster.

In one of the most honest lyrics ever recorded “So he tries to pacify her, cause what’s inside her never dies,” Winehouse is saying yes, of course I can’t stop loving you, but YOUR love doesn’t mean anything to me anymore and I cannot reciprocate this feeling.

Amy Winehouse was not just a brilliant lyricist and musician but she was a sanctuary for the heartbroken and helpless. Rock’s “27 Club” got a serious member in 2011, but with every passing year Winehouse’s death seems all the more tragic because her influence becomes more front and center as time passes by.

It has now been a decade since Back to Black was released. The effect this album had on my life cannot be adequately described. Back to Black was my 12 steps to recovering from a broken heart. A young kid getting hurt by some stupid high school relationship? Who cares!

Unfortunately for the person writing this it happened, and it felt like the world was falling down around me. What solace can a high school senior take in hearing this depressed British woman sing these jazzy tunes? Turns out it was only this alcoholic, manic depressive that could help.

Music has always been pretty therapeutic for me, except for this moment in time. Music did nothing for me. The girl I was with and I listened to a lot of music and I introduced her to many of my favorite songs and artists. Trying to listen to music as an escape was the absolute worst idea, it didn’t allow for an escape it was all just a reminder. I felt helpless, alone, afraid that no one could understand me, would understand me or even bother to listen. I needed something new and I stumbled across Back to Black, which I honestly only listened to because of curiosity and good word of mouth.

I forced myself to listen to this album and what came out of repetitive listens was a clearer mind and soul. “Love Is a Losing Game” was the equivalent of a psychedelic experience, and the album was necessary therapy for me.

One aspect of Back to Black that is very overlooked is the track listing. Unusual for a non-concept album to have any kind of meaningful order of its songs but the dichotomy of the first two opening tracks and the last two closing tracks shows the depth of Winehouse’s lyrical profile and what she was all about. Substance abuse, bad relationships, undying love and extinguished love; not exactly the perfect picture of normalcy and glamor, but the album still had tremendous success despite it.

Back to Black is an album that made millions of people love Amy Winehouse. It wasn’t a great look to be a Winehouse fan back when she was alive and it isn’t even now. She was not Kurt Cobain or Jim Morrison but to Winehouse fans she is that legendary rock star. The ten tracks on Back to Black are from the bowels of our worst emotions but it is not a senseless waste of pessimism and self pity, it was Amy’s therapy, it was my therapy. I went black, I was black inside, felt like I had blank face, I related to all those feelings, even the substance abuse. Although I had yet to try any drugs at that point, I felt withdrawn. My ex-girlfriend was my fix and she was gone, but in hearing Amy’s voice I felt hope.

Back to Black vanquished my sadness, perhaps not entirely but enough to get me to feel and hope again. There is a reason why anytime I encounter an Amy Winehouse fan I feel like I’ve met a long lost sibling, we are cut from the same cloth. Nobody listens to Amy Winehouse because it’s cool to do so, many to this day feel like her early demise was all but guaranteed and there’s no reason to praise or feel pity on this incorrigible addict, I understand those sentiments but this album is something that is only be truly appreciated by the fellow fuck-ups and misfits.

Amy brought candidness in a world that was turning to auto-tune, there’s never a doubt that had she not met her premature death, she would still be belting out those old school tunes.

To Amy Winehouse, this is for you. To the fans, never forget what this album meant for you. To the gods of music, thank you for the short time we were blessed with her presence. Until the next lifetime, I expect to see us in a sulky street corner listening to Ms. Winehouse sing all her new and old tunes acapella.


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Terra Nova

terra nova

Can’t help feel like I’m endlessly expanding, still

These poor eyes don’t comprehend the beauty presented.

Yet we’re expected to understand the unique matter

Within one another.

 

Washed away pools of blood coated our streets

Specks of dried skin swept off our floors

Every new horizon met with anticipatory glory is

Constantly met by childish laughter

 

The cosmos are our playground,

Yet we lay in the sandbox

Of our minds,

Of our childhoods.

 

The arms of the man

No different than those of the clock

Stationary, while semaphores

Signal meaningless motions

 

Move forward, charging head first

The feet are as flat as they are mobile

Heels will slam against the wet Earth

And hands will get clammy.

 

Fear not, there’s no need to

My hands are empty, feet blistered

And I am fufilled and filled

With purpose and the land’s anguish.

Wednesday Jukebox: Book of Rhymes by Nas.

Hello readers, I’ve been trying to keep busy with many endeavors as of late, one of which is a new site my good friend Stephen and I started. Nothing big, just a blog at the moment but we’re hoping to start a podcast very soon maybe even by this weekend. It’s most likely just going to be two friends talking shit and sprinkling some analysis and opinions on our beloved MMA. Hope you will tune in, can’t promise anything just yet cause this will basically be our first podcast ever and haven’t spoken live too much as of yet but will definitely hope to bring something interesting & entertaining to the table.

Anyway, here’s something I posted. I usually tweet out a Jam of the Day, but decided I wanted to elaborate on this one a bit. Nas’ Book of Rhymes is one of my favorite tracks and I wanted to share a little perspective.

http://notthemmashow.com/wednesday-jukebox-nas-book-of-rhymes