Preposterous [New Noise #30]

Preposterous - Jay Fehrman

Yo yo what's up SOSSIETY!!! Awesome week here, I wanna shout out https://deadworldradio.com/ who was just on the ÜNBU live stream. He's doin dope work at his website including a bi-weekly radio show serving underground hip-hop so if you need to keep pushin' a new project go find ZACK and tell em BOB SOSS SENT YUH!!

Alright let's get to the music, JAY FEHRMAN produces a medley of bangers with some of the hardest hitters in his cadre on the mic. On to the review!!!

-bob soss

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You're not sure what this court-mandated meeting was really about. I mean, OK it TECHNICALLY was a heist, but stealing the holes from bagels really did seem like a victimless crime....

Well, a sentence was a sentence, and showing up to this meeting, whatever it was, seemed a lot better than the alternatives.

"032025"

You punch in the gate code. To your surprise it looks less like a government building and something more like a Timothy Leary psychonaut camp.

You let yourself into the foyer and immediately hear "it" from another room....

First time I saw a picture of this actually, didn't realize it was a 65 million dollar estate.

[ARROGANCE - 0:00]

Strange slithery sounds bellow through the open halls. It guides you towards the source where you see your appointed therapist pounding out the most soulful progression on a piano seated on a circular rug. Around the comfortable yet adorned room (the decor feels like a basement from the 70s placed in an upper class structure) are myriad faces, each stranger than the next.

(You didn't realize this was a group session but no bother.)

The piano locks into a steady groove. This must be Jay Fehrman. Beanie pulled low with his hoodie sagging off the back of his head he seems submerged in the moment. A quick glance to his left and a scraggly handsome man who appears somewhere a mix of Lebowski and Bukowski stands up and professes:

[0:15]

[COUGHY BITTERS]

"...I'm too loyal to the game....

Loose lips sink ships

so i be careful with the penmanship

Try to be sensitive

create life with the tip like the condom ripped...

not worth the time it takes to beef with you sir

you aint a producer

just a part time beat-barista lesser men would walk away...."

The piano opens up as the chorus of souls around enter a trancey "Aum" in support. It's a beautiful and strange moment the bounces through the otherwise empty manor after the final chord is plunked. There's a quiet acknowledgement of the poetry just unleashed.

You're not sure what to do next so you don't do anything.

JAY FEHRMAN lifts is head with a barely cracked but warm smile

"Who's next?"

A fella with no discernible age and casual afro shuffles to the center of the circle. He seems unconcerned but focused, almost as if he's tuned to a sound inaudible to the rest of us.

[Lupin Loopin' 0:00]

JAY FEHRMAN widens out a piano arpeggio while a haunted trumpet hums a mantra from the attic.

[ONWUKA :34]

"Open up your bill fold

start exposin paper

G like a gundam

tryna cop some shine

and glowin' fingers

broads grab my balls

monster pops out

call em a pokemon trainer

my flow stays funkier

than the home of a gamer..."

ONWUKA - never point a loaded finger gun at someone unless you are fully prepared to bar out

The flow is trance like. Between the one liner zingers, trumpet, and droning piano bass you swear the images you are seeing aren't just in your mind's eye but filling the room in front of you. You feel microtensions from your body slowly release and relax, the rigidity of conformed thought being chipped away by ONWUKA'S seductive delivery and schemes.

There's a haze in the room, a mixture of weed smoke an auras harmonizing. You've lost track of time, and even the concept.

Without saying a word there's slow rhythmic foot steps hobbling down the stairs. He throws the trumpet out the open back door. JAY FEHRMAN snickers, turns back to the piano.

This must be PATTY HONCHO.

[PREPOSTEROUS 0:00]

The spirits stir and provide a faded choir for JAY FEHRMAN to spash detuned pianos into.

PATTY HONCHO:

"Ya track record got stains on it b!tch

Sold 8-balls

never had my name on the brick

not a street N#$%^ but took some codes from it

you remind me of my baby cousin the way your nose runnin

You the uncle at the function like..

lemme hold somethin.."

The spirits echo in agreeance. You feel all the sh!t you been keeping inside melting away. The scene is fading but the piano continues. You're zooming out, almost in reverse, leaving the manor, walking back at the gate almost in possession by the music.

Just before you head off on your way you say to yourself in confusion "What...What is all this?!" The intercom behind you crackles to life in response:

it's

PREPOSTEROUS

A new kind of therapy - Listen to PREPOSTEROUS by JAY FEHRMAN and crew HERE