They’re Just Stories

  This short piece became part of the framework for the book I’m currently working on. There’s no title yet, but I can confidently say there’s six chapters of solid storytelling completed. The story follows two boys from Queens who take the subway into Manhattan in the summer time. Hip hop, skate culture, weed culture,…

Can I Live? The Rap Writer’s Essential Question

I’ve never played the piano, unless you count that mindless tinkering we all do as kids. I’ve always looked at that box of wood lined with keys like a Rubik’s Cube; a puzzle that doesn’t compute between my ears.  I couldn’t tell you the difference between the long, sleek, white bars or the stubbier, taller…

Rap Dad: Beats, Rhymes, and Wipes

Your baby is here. You’re scared because you don’t have a button at your house to beckon a nurse. You’re scared because she spits up. A ton. You’re scared because her belly is bulging and you’re sure you are a doctor because you have high speed internet. Relax Dad. You’re going to be OK, and…

Lansky Jones Goes Gonzo

You’ve stumbled onto the confessions of an old, washed rap dinosaur whose routine is painfully typical. He turns on the laptop every few days- checks the same sites that remind him it’s getting harder and harder to relate. He crafts anonymous and meticulously critical (yet hilarious) comments for the culture (after checking for grammar errors)….