There, they often made beats and went mining for vinyl together, further cultivating a common fascination with the crate-digging lifestyle. Although they had met at school, they didn't begin to develop a friendship until they had both moved to New York City in the late 1990s. Both Torres and DiGenti had graduated from the University of Florida in 1995-Torres with a degree in painting and DiGenti with a degree in English.
Torres enlisted the help of Brian DiGenti, a close friend with editorial experience as a freelance writer. "What I was trying to do was essentially look at hip-hop through that lens." "No one was even touching jazz, soul, funk, or anything like that", Torres said in a March 2008 interview with Current TV. He scrapped the documentary and, instead, decided to start his own quarterly to fill what he perceived to be gaps in the landscape of contemporary music magazines. In spring 2001, Editor-In-Chief Andre Torres was living in New York City and conducting preliminary research for a documentary on die-hard record collectors when he realized there were no publications to consult devoted to the culture of beat-digging. In 2021, Wax Poetics was relaunched through a Kickstarter campaign, becoming a membership platform focused on long-form music journalism. Since the first issue of Wax Poetics was published in December 2001, the magazine expanded its operations to include apparel sales, a record label, and book publishing imprint. Its first incarnation was in regular circulation between 20. On his latest studio album, we find Scott Monteith aka Deadbeat ruminating with hard earned wisdom and confidence upon this very notion.Wax Poetics is a quarterly American music magazine dedicated to vintage and contemporary jazz, funk, soul, Latin, hip-hop, reggae, blues, and R&B in the crate-digger tradition the name of the magazine is itself an allusion to vinyl records. Hope then, it seems, is the key to allowing us to carry on in the face of so much non-sense. If the results of it’s expression fail to provide at least the possibility of change for the better, then the rantings and ravings it fuels are worth little more than the breathe spent delivering them. The burning torch of the riot and the mob.
Rage in of itself however is the most dangerous of emotions. To start each day being reminded that we have wilfully engineered a reality of such profound injustice and utter stupidity is enough to make the blood of even the most devote pacifist boil with rage. The formerly quaint ritual of rolling out of bed and reading the morning news over a cup of coffee is now an act reserved only for true sadists.
The oceans and forests of the planet are dying slow deaths by asphyxiation, force fed 300 million tons of single use plastic garbage every year, and the temperature, both literal and rhetorical, rises the world over with each passing day. A handful of his (no less dangerous) international business associates and personal friends possess more collective wealth than the rest of us put together. A senile, racist old man prone to temper tantrums has his tiny hands on the controls of the most powerful military machine the world has ever known.
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