Music Farm Productions Present
Porter Ray, Party Dad
32 Ann St.
Charleston, SC, 29403
Doors 8:00 PM / Show 9:00 PM
This event is all ages
…speaking of air and darkness, Born on a Gangster Star came into the world in a big damn hurry, like nightfall on an island. You can see it happening, but then again it’s so gradual that the next thing you know—it’s dark.
Imbued with the energy and ideas from all the creative embers floating in the atmosphere like fireflies, Shabazz Palaces recorded this entire album over the course of two weeks with Blood in Seattle. New gear and new equipment disintegrated comfort zones into dust and a new path appeared in the ashes.
Herein the Palaceer continues the tale of Quazars, a sentient being from somewhere else, an observer sent here to Amurderca to chronicle and explore as a musical emissary. What he finds in our world is a cutthroat place, a landscape where someone like him could never quite feel comfortable amidst all the brutality and alternative facts and death masquerading as connectivity.
Inspired by days on end spent in the waves—water and light, both—of Southern California, the work came to the Palaceer in a flash, like being picked up by something and carried. Always dribbling with his head up, he can see what’s going on around him and react to it, rather than starting in a certain direction and hoping to achieve something upon arrival.
What’s good?—the kids ask. What does it even mean, and what does it even matter? Who is behind these choices? We are all of us sitting under a waterfall of all. this. shit. but it’s the excess that is casting us into ruts.
The Palaceer stays away from the fleeting and the superficial nonessential. Stay away from your device—your phantom limb—and stay away from your image—your phantom self; that is his decree. Considering the motions behind the things you like to consume artistically, rather than just the way something looks or sounds, and thinking in layers, and trying to be more considerate and not so self-oriented—this is his medicine for combat.
Born on a Gangster Star flirts with a pop sensibility, but through the prism of Shabazz Palaces’s fire and fury. For the Palaceer, that sense is all about how the groove is moving, and the supernatural telepathy that occurs amongst his cohort. Appearing here, in body or in spirit, are Julian Casablancas, Thundercat, Darrius Willrich, Gamble and Huff, Loud Eyes Lou, Thaddillac, Ahmir, Jon Kirby, Sunny Levine, and Blood. The story belongs to Quazarz, but the air and darkness belong to us.
And so we shine a light on the fake.
“There must be something in the water. The soil is rich, yes, but it has to be the water…”
You should already know who Porter Ray is (but you probably don’t.) The machines that seek to control your perception don’t want you to. He is too much of an anomaly. Porter skews the modern experiment that is contemporary rap music wildly. He is in a word: Authentic. Porter Ray is a natural… he sounds like East Seattle feels.
From the same wet blocks that spawned Quincy, Jimi and Ishmael, comes Porter Ray. Having previously penned six projects showcasing dexterous wordplay, unflinching honesty and vulnerability, tempered with equal degrees of braggadocio and charm; Porter is an old soul, a story teller par excellence, a griot possessing insight beyond his years.
A bit of Context…
The year is 2017 and something is amiss. Fascism is on the rise and nearly everyone is a “rapper” (but very few people are actually still rapping.) Something else has replaced the art form, the lack of intent and authenticity is nearly palpable. We have, by in large, exchanged clarity of voice for the unintelligible.
Much of the short comings of the music being made is guised under the auspice of improvisation, its inadequacy explained away by the supposed importance of immediacy. It is in fact: Lazy. The craft is even more garbled and devolved by the haze of excessive prescription pharmaceuticals that most of its purveyors (and many of its consumers) are slave to. An inevitable figurative and literal glut ensues. The masses are numb (and loving it).
Porter Ray has had no choice but to feel deeply. Loss and violence seemed to plague Porter’s adolescence and early adulthood. His father fell gravely ill, and his subsequent passing signaled the beginning of a dark time. Leaving high school devoid of any certification was next. Losing his younger brother to a much publicized case of gun violence four years later only added to the young de facto patriarch’s heavy heart and perceived curse. The year following found some of his closest friends [including the mother of his son] locked up in the penitentiary with lengthy sentences.
Porter attempted to replace the cloud that seemed to be following him with a haze of inebriants… reconciling the futility of that approach, he found refuge in his notebooks… they started to give what he actually needed. Within them Porter Ray found Blk Gld and mined it, stumbled upon Wht Gld and purified it, gave us Rse Gold and we rocked it… he developed a set of fundamentals and made them mantric, then we witnessed Nightfall.
Then came Watercolor…
14 tracks. Each distinct. Each clear and nuanced. Each immersed in clean air and surrounded by abundant green. Beyond the highly visual, visceral verbiage and layered slumping sonics, Watercolor is about a family immediate and extended, who care deeply about this art form. It features original raps… original cadences… over original sample free beats. It is a testament to authenticity, work, brilliance and true collaboration with a reverence for what has preceded.
Every word, every beat, every piece of visual ephemera that one experiences on and in this project is resultant of years of conversations and shared exposures, common highs and mutual lows. From the painterly photographs that are the cover art, to the sketches that embrace the physical discs, to the sonic collaborations, Porter Ray creates with those who have been close in spirit and proximity.
The project features original production from B-Roc, Dez Anthony, Kmtk and Tele Fresco and was mixed by Erik Blood. It is vocally flavored by guest appearances from THEE Satisfaction’s Stas THEE Boss, Cashtro, Nate Jack, and Jus Moni. Iconic Central District MC, Infinite, of Narkotik and Tribal Productions as well as Black Constellation elders Palaceer Lazaro and Fly Guy Dai of Shabazz Palaces also make key contributions.
Sacred Geometry - (feat. The Palaceer and Cashtro) If James Mtume and the S.O.S. band collaborated to lace us with something new for 2027, this track would be what brought them from beyond the creative veil. Palaceer advising from the stratos, Porter Ray and Ca$tro reporting from the streets. Students and teachers should build together shouldn’t they?
Lightro (Looking for the Light) (feat. Stas THEE Boss) Porter paints. Stasia Meschel Irons, known to most via her ground-breaking work with THEESatisfaction, lends harmonies and aural nuance to this pistol punctuated bouncing sonic wave.
Bullet Proof Windows - (feat. Nate Jack and Thad) A masters class in collaborative comparative story telling. A sublime addition to the time honored lyrical give and take that would make smooth and Trigger or Nas and AZ show you their teeth. A verbal tit for tat between childhood friends hooks crooned by Porter’s older cousin Thad.
Arithmetic - (feat. Infinite and Stas THEE Boss). Three of the most influential, effortlessly lyrical and revered wordsmiths from up top…all on one track. The Townest of Biz in deed. Most of you wont quite understand the significance… but for those who do (and for those new)…You are welcome.
The Project was A&R’d by Ishmael Butler, who also signed Porter Ray in 2015 dubbing him the “Golden One”. He has provided Porter, with a wealth of perspective and history also keeping him deftly aware of the present professional creative landscape into which he is entering.
Watercolor is the natural extension of musical traditions that have poured forth (both credited and mis-assigned) from the rich soil that is Seattle’s central district. Watercolor sounds like Seattle.
More life and countless marbled composition books later…
Porter Ray is living robustly and earnestly. Raising two sons, busy honing his craft, relaying tales resultant of actual experiences, dreams had, highs and lows partaken in. No matter what the internet tells you, this thing called living cannot be faked. Following this logic, many rappers aren’t really living. Fabrication is tantamount.
Conversely, we invite you to immerse yourself in something real.
Party Dad has been active in the Charleston music scene for years, throwing left-of-center dance parties all over the Holy City since taking to the decks in 2009, and collecting and sharing great records since long before that. Known for his wide-ranging tastes and all-vinyl DJ sets, he can be seen playing regularly around town, spinning deep disco and balearic jams with JAZ at their monthly Off/Beat gathering at Faculty Lounge, getting funky with his Mystical Half Dozen cohorts at Recovery Room, or curating immersive, electronic vibes with Bobby Tony at the roving Deep Purple party.
$12.00 - $15.00
$3 Surcharge at the door for those under 21. Cash only.