Works

Works

The Pitch

During my trip back to the Windsor area last Christmas, my father got a call from a childhood friend, someone I vaguely remembered having visited us once when I was younger, but not anyone I thought my father still communicated with. They didn’t talk long, but from where I was reading the paper at the kitchen table, I could hear him on the phone in the basement rattling off the state of the family: Cousin 1 just had a baby and has turned into quite the sailor; Cousin 2 took a job as a news reporter in a big city; Cousin 3 is graduating journalism school this year and thinks he might look for a government gig, since J-schools produce far more graduates than there are jobs. Then there was a pause.

“Oh, no, no he’s here. About a week. Uhh, well he lives in Toronto now, working for [redacted]. It’s not a particularly high paying job, but he likes living in Toronto, I guess. You know my brother [redacted] had some health issues there for a while…”

And that was it. My cousins all had lives worth talking about at length, but his only son works a low-paying job and lives in Toronto. No mention of crossing the one thing I never thought I would ever do off of my life’s list of ambitions. Remember this if you think having your name on a book spine will change your life in any meaningful way.

But it doesn’t mean you shouldn’t try.

(more…)

Step Right Up

If you were to guess that the flurry of activity around here lately had to do with me getting the itch again now that the draft has finally left my grubby hands and flown overseas to people like designers and copy editors, you would be correct.

You don’t need me to tell you that writing is like running, or weight lifting or whatever other questionable endurance sport you might partake in. Use it or lose it, and I took my damn sweet time recovering from the process of writing the book (Level 56 on Grand Theft Auto Online, email me for my Gamertag. Get at me, dog). But then ideas for things to write about start to percolate and the longer they stay in there the longer they fester until the process of expelling them from my brain is lacklustre and disappointing. Not unlike passing a bowel movement.

As for how I’m feeling now that it’s out of my hands, the wonderful Julieanne Smolinski summed up that feeling with more precision than I ever could.

Yup.

None of this is to say I’ve been completely slovenly the last couple of months. I continue musing about whatever nerdery comes to mind over at 22 Pages for the University of Toronto (latest are here and here) and I also branched out a tad by tossing some pieces to the folks over at The Same Page on, oddly enough, the 40th Birthday of Hip-Hop and the release of Grand Theft Auto V (do you think I’m developing a niche here?)

As well, my friends and colleagues at 22 Pages Khaiam Dar and Alex Correa have collected the first volume of the webcomic they started in 2011, Smells Like Maturity. If you’re in the Toronto area, swing by Red Nails II at Jane and Bloor for their release party on November 15. I wrote the introduction, so if you’re a Ferguson completist, you’ll want to pick that up. Writing it turned out to be a bigger deal than I was expecting it to be, but I’m really happy with the piece, and for the opportunity to toast those two jerks on the occasion of making their longtime dream come true. Of course they’d release their book six months before mine comes out.

So that’s what I’m staying up to, friends. It’s a moment of respite from book madness as it moves to the production phase, but I’m sure you’ll be inundated with Dilla-related content as the book nears release. For the moment, I’m just enjoying the relative peace and trying to figure out how to stumble my way into being a quote-unquote “writer” instead of someone who wrote a book once.

Kind of weird to think now about how that struggle is what this blog was meant to document in the first place. .

Dear Summer

They say if you love it, you should let it out its cage
And fuck it, if it comes back you know it’s there to stay.

Thirty-five. That’s how long I was going to give it.  The great thing about writing is you can do it no matter how old you are, no matter where you are on the planet.  But after three years of futzing around with half-finished short stories, blog entries and excuses, I was starting to think that, if by the time I turned 35, I didn’t have anything to show for this dying dream I’d been dragging around like Django with his coffin, I’d just hang it up and embrace mediocrity.  Find some office data entry job with decent benefits and something resembling an RRSP.  Blog a bit on the side, but never doubt my place, or lack thereof in it.

Then, an acquaintance of mine [and author of the volume on Portishead’s Dummy], blogged about the open call for submissions to Continuum’s excellent series of music guides, 33 1/3.  I’d always romantically daydreamed on how cool it would be to write one of them, so I started musing on what album I would do if I could: Midnight MaraudersThe Shape of Punk to Come. Albums I love, but nothing that could summon the sort of passion necessary to pump out a 50-80,000 monograph on it.  Like so many other things I think about doing, I put it to the side, tried to forget about it a couple of weeks before the deadline.

That weekend, I’m standing in line at the 7-11 on my way home from work at around 11.00 pm, grabbing a carton of milk for the morning. The girl in front of me is buying what looks to be her groceries for the week and fumbling in her purse for her wallet, dropping a vial of white on the floor in the process.  When I get over what I’m witnessing [country mouse ain’t never seen coke in person before], I pull my headphones out and scroll through something to listen to.

I want to listen to DonutsI think to myself. I haven’t listened to that in a while. I pay for my milk as the accelerating churn of ‘Workinonit’ kicks in and step out into the cool Toronto night.

Man, someone should do a 33 1/3 on this album, I think. That could be amazing.

I stopped at the corner. Wait. I should write a book on this album. 

So, in a rare flurry of energy, I put a proposal together.  That was in April.  In June, I got word that my proposal for Donuts made it through the first round of cuts, from 471 to 94.  Enough of an achievement on its own, certainly something to be proud of.  I said at the time, I knew I’d had a good idea about the book, something no one had stumbled on before, I thought I deserved to make the second round. Which, if you know me, is not the sort of thing I’m prone to saying.  So, I got what I wanted.  But man, wouldn’t it be cool to actually get the go ahead to write it?

I was sitting at a cubicle at the company home office when my phone buzzed, alerting me to an email from the editors of the series.  I froze, and started prepping myself for the letdown.  It’s okay, I told myself, to make the shortlist your first time out, that’s an accomplishment in itself. You couldn’t reasonably expect them to take a chance on an unknown property like you. “It’s an honour just to be nominated,” right?

I tapped the email, and skimmed it.  All I saw was ‘accepted,’ and my stomach dropped.  Son of a bitch. I got it.

I couldn’t talk about it publicly right away, until the publishers had all their ducks in a row. I got the green light email on Aug 31.

Just under two months shy of my 35th Birthday.

So there it is. My name is Jordan Ferguson, I will be writing an edition of the 33 1/3 record guides on J. Dilla’s Donuts album.

People ask my if I’m excited.  I mean, of course I am, but it’s going to be a hell of a lot of work in the meantime, plus my personal life’s been simultaneously enduring no small amount of upheaval. Now that that’s settled, and contracts are on the way, interview subjects have started being reached out to, I can start to appreciate the fact that I’m actually going to do the one thing I’ve always wanted to do, that I’m moving from observer to participant.  And I realize that there are probably going to be more than a few people wondering, ‘Who the fuck is Jordan Ferguson?’

All I can say is I’m a guy who is well aware what the work of Dilla and this album in particular means to people, because it means the same to me. And I’m a guy who wants to write this book not to get myself over, but because I want to celebrate the man’s work, life, and music. Other than that, y’all will just have to trust me.  I promise I won’t make you regret it.

Feature image by Happy Sleepy. Found on Flickr. Used under Creative Commons.

Lullabies for Little Criminals

Life is….flux-y right now, friends.  I’m still debating whether or not its flux….y-ness is a worthwhile blog topic but in the meantime, I’m channeling my nervous energies into sonic landscapes for your enjoyment.  Just a selection of chillout and downbeat for your pleasure on these hot summer nights. From Toronto to wherever you are. Enjoy.

It should also be mentioned that since I’m too poor to pay for a Soundcloud account, I’ve only got enough space to host one more episode after this one.  When that happens, I’ll either shift those episodes over to PodOmatic or offer them for download for a week before taking them down, or throwing them on a file hosting site for anyone who wants them.

Tracklisting
Bibio – Fire Ant
Large Professor – Back in Time
Pete Rock – A Little Soul
RJD2 – Salud
Fat Jon The Ample Soul Physician – Cold Memory
Knxwledge – seeinkRowt
The Roots – Hall and Oates
Steve Spacek – Dollar
Freddie Joachim – Meditate
Evil Needle – Mood Music
The Internet – Fastlane
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx – My Cloud
Oddisee – The Carter Barron
Madlib – For My Mans [Prelude]
The Jet Age of Tomorrow – The Knight Hawk [PFG’s Clumsy Drummer Edit] 

Sweet dreams, friends.

DJ Wackness Rocking the Virtual Wheels of Steel

Okay, that’s not really my DJ name.  I don’t even have a DJ name, though Wackness would be pretty good, and likely already taken by someone.

So this one took a long time to do, actually. Longer than I was expecting. Maybe I wanted more than my skills and equipment could provide, I’m probably too much of a perfectionist. But it’s here for your enjoyment all the same, because after 26 takes, ‘good enough’ becomes a viable option.  For not having pre-cueing capabilities, I think it still manages to have some inspired moments. No theme this time, just some fun with some hip-hop. Tracklist below.


R. Kelly: Summer Bunnies
The Gap Band: Outstanding
Paris:  Thinka ‘Bout It
De La Soul: Buddy [12″ Version]
A Tribe Called Quest: Check the Rhyme
World Renown: How Nice I Am
J Dilla: Track 19 [From Another Batch]
Fat Jon the Ample Soul Physician: How You Feel
Nujabes: Reflection Eternal
The Pharcyde: 4 Better or 4 Worse
Joey Bada$$: Don’t Front
Madlib: Pyramids
Quakers: Fitta Happier

The Return of the Mighty RadioPFG: Now on The Wheels of Steel

I can has beats?

Well. This took far longer than I was expecting it to.

The first application I bought from the Mac App Store after I bought the MacBook was Algoriddim’s djay, a sort ‘My First Program’ for guys like me who wanted to learn something about DJ’ing but didn’t want to toss out a few grand on turntables and a Serato rig.  The ultimate goal was to get some practice in and change RadioPFG from something that sounded like a campus radio show [Dead air…umm…dead air] and make it more of a live mix set.  I could play more music in less time that way, which greatly appealed to me considering the last few episodes only got about ten songs in and ran an hour [I’m chatty, what do you want?].

What they don’t tell you about DJ’ing: it’s haaaaaardI mean, this is the most basic of the basic, with the software doing all the lifting, I can only imagine what it was like pre-laptop for all the cats who were dragging record crates to gigs and had to beatmatch by ear.  I salute you. All things considered, I don’t think it turned out too bad.

Also the first time I tried using Soundcloud.  The easy integration with WordPress made it a no-brainer, but who knows how long I’ll be able to keep it up for. Promotional purposes only, lawyers. Setlist!

DJ Jazzy Jeff – Passin By Me
Common – Nag Champa
Ayah & DJ Jazzy Jeff f/ Kardinal Offishal, Skillz and Shad – Notorious
Childish Gambino – Fire Fly
De La Soul – Much More
Project Move – Make it Fresh [Remix]
Slum Village – Raise it Up
Q-Tip – Let’s Ride
Freddie Joachim – Strawberries
J-Rawls f/ Jonelle – Miss You [Bring it Back]
Project Move – Butterfly Theory
Alliance Ethnik – 5 Heures du Mat
A Tribe Called Quest – Award Tour
Pase Rock – Grey Matter
Beastie Boys – Shadrach

Where Ya At?

Oh, you know, here and there.  Don’t mistake a lack of presence here for a lack of writing, that’s actually how the bulk of my weeks go lately.  If you want to read ’em, feel free:

FOR CHAPTERS/INDIGO:

A lot of stuff, actually, mostly intro’s to pieces about cookbooks and such, but I did get to run on a piece looking at the recent Hardcover commemorating the 25th Anniversary of Def Jam Records, so that was fun.  All my recent pieces for them are collected here.

FOR 22 PAGES:

I seem to be moving to a monthly schedule with my articles for the University of Toronto’s Comics Appreciation site.  When I’m on fire, you might see a piece there every couple of weeks. This time out, we went a month.  Such is life.  The latest piece looks at comics icon Frank Miller and what his recent comments about the Occupy Wall Street Protests say about him.

So that’s where I be.  My Twitter usually finds me prattling on about one thing or another pretty much daily if it feels like I’m falling off here [which I will occasionally, let’s be honest]. But I’m also learning to make better use of scheduling blogs, instead of tossing a bucket of content up during the weekends when less people are around, I can schedule that content to go up throughout the week. Such are the marvels of the times we live in.

If you’re new here, thanks for stopping by. If you’re a regular, I hope you realize how much I appreciate that.  I don’t thank y’all enough.

A Little Night Music With RadioPFG

Well. I certainly let things slide there for a minute, didn’t I? Well no longer!

The latest episode of RadioPFG brings you songs perfectly suited for nighttime listening.  So wait until dark before you fire it up.

Pete Rock
Fat Jon
J.Dilla
A Tribe Called Quest
DJ Krush
DJ Shadow
Black Star
The Chemical Brothers
Daft Punk
Kanye West

And the video that kicked off the whole idea.