It’s such an oddly specific and low-stakes flex: “I’ve been on every podcast that I listen to.” It’s also, presumably, an entirely true statement. If you’ve ever heard Open Mike Eagle on a podcast, you already know that he’s an ideal podcast guest: funny, gregarious, open-hearted, interested, informed enough to speak with some credibility on … More »
budding ornithologists are weary of tired analogies
[Ruby Yacht; 2018]
A love language of sighs.
Marginalia scrawled like—
Or of whispers, too.
Gesture toward what?
A rush of air that sates silence after which the bus passes.
Strangle the signs.
They overcome the text, which gasps.
It sparkles, it gleams.
Is it ecstatic? Suffocating.
Empty as the.
Empty with the.
Isn’t it dreamy?
Sounds that slip by.
That linger and lusciously.
The exhilarating ecstasy of cries and howls and yelps.
Poetry like raindrops.
Plummet, plink, like,
Gather and drop.
From the noise of the crowd you can discern:
…yes, yes, yeah, yes! yep…
A date, a name, a place, a reckoning.
Who am I to say?
“I loved you well in the Scallops Hotel”
The polysemy of polyphony.
Things that fall out of books.
All the infinite ways to avoid saying goodbye.
Cracks in concrete are closer to God’s language than Shakespeare, for instance.
And faces, what do they say?
They reach out of themselves.
Like your reflection doesn’t just look back at you.
Like it sees you becoming it so seeing yourself.
Like the poetry of the wind through the trees is to forget what we put there.
Like Langston didn’t edit.
Train your heart (scratched out) head.
Your head (scratched out) heart.
So you say.
On every corner a prophet.
Cats that meow back.
Godard’s title sequences.
A raven pecking into pummeled flesh.
And why did you choose Schopenhauer when all along you’ve been closer to Spinoza?
Wilt or sink.
Of whispers, too.
Chiasm and chiaroscuro.
Since suffering you pinpoint as accumulated silences,
Who can purge my heart?
from the trumpet at his lips
The dense and insular rapper Milo is on an incredible run right now. The Maine-based Milo has been releasing music and building up a cult fanbase since 2010, but last year, he released the truly dazzling Who Told You To Think?!!?!?!?! and took himself to another level. Last month, he followed it up … More »
The Maine-based rapper, producer, and record store owner Milo is a truly singular figure. As a rapper, he’s a vivid and sharp writer, but he doesn’t operate the way many other rappers do. Instead, he follows his own music, chasing arcane and complicated punchlines or finding poetically expansive ways to dig into black identity. He’s … More »
I don’t generally feel much jealousy towards the youth — I’m fine with my (advanced) age right now, thank you very much. But no one is immune from getting a little envy-eyed checking out the career moves of milo (a.k.a. Rory Ferreira, or the stylized lowercased milo, as he prefers). At 26, it’s not like milo is that young; but with that talent — plus what he has accomplished as a rapsmith and the uncompromising cottage industry he has built — well, it’s enough to throw anyone into a right resentful tizzy, from old masters to genius fetuses.
The indefatigable milo will release budding ornithologists are weary of tired analogies on September 21 on his own Ruby Yacht label, and it is yet another supremely assured and meticulously crafted “contemporary rhythm and poetry album.” Whether rhyme schemed or blank versed, milo loves words, so the album contains the sustained song sentences “Thinking While Eating a Handful of Almonds,” “Deposition Regarding the Green Horse for Rap,” and “The Esteemed Saboteur Reggie Baylor Hosts an Evening at the Scallops Hotel.” The first single, however, is the single-celled “Stet,” and it can be heard in all its wordy glory here and below.
budding ornithologists … was produced by Kenny Segal, Ol’ Burger Beats, scallops hotel (milo), mt marcy, Randal Bravery, Steel Tipped Dove, and Q the Sun. You can pre-order it right here. You can also spend the rest of your day reading milo’s complete tracklisting and tour dates below. Good luck.
budding ornithologists are weary of tired analogies complete and intact, exhaustive and uncondensed, whole-hogged and enchilada’d tracklist:
01. Mythbuilding Exercise No.9
04. Pure Scientific Intelligence (quantum)
05. Failing the Stress Test (iguessillbeheadingthen)
06. Mid Answer Trying to Remember What the Question Is
08. Aubergine Cloak
09. Galahad in Goosedown (fiat lustitia Et Pereat Mundus)
10. Deposition Regarding the Green Horse for Rap
11. Romulan Ale
12. Thinking While Eating a Handful of Almonds
14. The Esteemed Saboteur Reggie Baylor Hosts an Evening at the Scallops Hotel
15. Sanssouci Palace (4 Years Later)
milo (rapsmith) and the ruby yacht house band in conjunction with oliver booking co. present the green horse for rap (a touring jubilee concept) with support by Kenny Segal (a.k.a. milo tour dates):
10.03.18 – Burlington, VT – ArtsRiot
10.04.18 – Biddeford, ME – Soulfolks Records
10.05.18 – New Haven, CT – State House
10.06.18 – Cambridge, MA – Sonia
10.07.18 – Brooklyn, NY – Knitting Factory
10.09.18 – Philadelphia, PA – Kungfu Necktie
10.10.18 – Washington, DC – Black Cat
10.11.18 – Richmond, VA – Capital Ale House
10.12.18 – Chapel Hill, NC – Local 506
10.13.18 – Charlotte, NC – Snug Harbor
10.14.18 – Orlando, FL – Will’s Pub
10.16.18 – Atlanta, GA – Aisle 5
Milo will return with his next solo LP on his label Ruby Yacht three weeks from today. It’s called budding ornithologists are weary of tired analogies. If that album name isn’t enough of an indication, then let me tell you that Milo (Rory Ferreira) writes some of the most esoteric, eloquent rap out … More »
Nostrum Grocers (ELUCID + milo)
[Ruby Yacht; 2018]
The name Nostrum Grocers has been floating around forever it seems. Its surface meaning, painting ELUCID and milo as makers/sellers of mystical medicines and/or social schemes, might strike a chord with both longtime followers and casual listeners. But I for one can’t shake the feeling that it also sounds and looks a hell of a lot like Nostrand Grocers, as in grocery stores located along Brooklyn’s Nostrand Avenue, of which there are many. Right or wrong, I like this idea, because it localizes the duo’s esoterica, makes it folksy in a way, like I might spend an afternoon at the Nostrum Grocers in deep conversation with the wise-old shopkeeper or just pop in for a seltzer and be on my way, refreshed.
Both artists became fathers in the time between this album’s conception and arrival, with ELUCID writing all of his lyrics during the last month of his wife’s pregnancy. Perhaps accordingly, his voice, which might typically be characterized as gruff-melodic, conveys unaffected vulnerability and determination on the song “‘peace is the opposite of security.” The resulting tone complements the intimacy with which he writes, resulting in something less insular and abstract in delivery than might have otherwise been the case. Here, milo’s verse makes for a clever addendum, the noble poet willfully playing witty hypeman when warranted. Elsewhere, however, it’s he who pushes the discourse into new dimensions. On “medium,” for example, after ELUCID speed-snipes a seemingly impossible-to-follow rhyme pattern (A-A-B-B-C-C-C-A with like 64 internal variations?), milo surfs tempo changes with a maneuvering so weightless and fluid you might think it was a studio trick were it coming from anyone other than the road-horse and self-proclaimed guildsman. He makes the line “Celes King turns a bean into a bean bag/ Celes King turn a trap into a think tank” sound perfectly natural, even when the words don’t rhyme and you have no idea who that person is. (He was a civil rights activist.)
Soul Folks Records, the store opened by milo earlier this year in Biddeford, ME, has temporarily closed to the public and now functions primarily as a creative dock for the Ruby Yacht, his label/collective. Also earlier this year, milo publicly lamented on the spiritual failings of a consumer society that demands buying and selling. He was also banned from a grocery store over some bullshit and, separately, expressed a dream to someday open his own. Nostrum Grocers is not quite that, but it’s close. There’s an insularity and a communality at work here, where creation, like life, happens for its own sake, sometimes planned, often spontaneous, but always necessary and with no off days.
“Y’all call it art-rap,” the Maine-based rapper Milo says toward the end of Sovereign Nose Of (Y)our Arrogant Face, the new album that he just released under his Scallops Hotel moniker. He sounds disgusted, dejected. He repeats it a few times, as if he needs time to process the stupidity of that genre name. But … More »
Maine rapper Milo placed highly on our list of 2017’s best rap albums with Who Told You To Think??!!?!?!?!, and today he’s back with another album by surprise with his Scallops Hotel project. According to Bandcamp liner notes, the new Sovereign Nose Of (Y)our Arrogant Face is the second installment of a … More »
Streaming changed things. 2017 was the year that rap once again reaffirmed its stranglehold on the collective imagination of America’s youth. Like the moment when Billboard first started using Soundscan and inadvertently proved the massive popularity of N.W.A, the streaming services of the world showed just how powerful this music remains. Rap dominated streaming charts. More »