RIP SPR VLN
MF DOOM aka DOOM aka Daniel Dumile aka King Geedorah aka Metal Fingers aka Viktor Vaughn aka Zev Love X allegedly passed away this past All Hallow’s Eve but we are just hearing of it now from his wife’s IG announcement. I’m not the first of the chattering class to note the poetry in his passing. The super villain notoriously sent doppelgangers in his stead for his concerts, and knowing this, I patiently waited about 45mins at a concert of his before I realized he was not pulling up, back in 2008. Classic DOOM. He’s the conductor, not me or you. In the early aughts, his MM…food was probably the first record I purchased on my own in person from a record store.
His influence on me is monumental. He was black, but an immigrant (UK). Totally assimilated in terms of passing for American, and yet willfully committed to being an individual in every sense of the word, and even a pariah. Content king, and yet never sacrificed delivery aesthetics. He drew upon monster flicks, the Marvel universe, other cartoon worlds, and Charles Bukowski to craft an audio world so vivid, you think you’re at the cinema, observing vae victis at your enemy’s enema.
Scripture does this too. It is an alien mode of transportation that transports you to a destination of its choosing. Once there, you choose whether to accept or reject what you have seen with your eyes and heard with your ears, but at your own peril, because there will be no line-item veto, no modifications to life’s menu, she ain’t keto.