Strange Famous Records

“Fallen House, Sunken City” is going to slay you.

B. Dolan’s new album “Fallen House, Sunken City” is produced entirely by ALIAS. It features P.O.S., Cadence Weapon, Buddy Peace, “What Cheer?” Brigade and it drops on March 2, 2010. Check out the video and download the first single for free at

go to for all info

go to for all info

Two years of pain-staking labor…on March 2nd the child is born. There’s so much I’d like to say about this album but it’s probably best that we let the music speak for itself. If you’re half excited as we are about this project then it’s going to be a hell of a year for B. Dolan, Alias, myself and everyone else at Strange Famous Records. Please check out the details and updates as they funnel in at

If you are bored by linernotes then don’t read any further. If you love linernotes, here are mine for now: I’d like to thank Danny Brown for putting the FallenHouse webpage together in a matter of days. I’d like to thank Uncle Pete for the album artwork. I’d like to thank Irena Mihalinec for the web designs and all the meticulous work she does to make us look as pretty as we do. I’d like to thank Storm and Amanda for helping things run more smoothly in the SFR barracks. I’d like to thank Dan & Jacob at Pretty Picture Movement for their work on the video trailer. I’d like to thank Prolyphic and Kyle Harbaugh for the video work people haven’t seen yet. I’d like to thank P.O.S., Cadence Weapon, Buddy Peace, and “What Cheer?” Brigade for their contributions to the album.  I’d like to thank Buck 65, Graematter, Evil 9, and Reanimator for their help with the remixes (there’s no telling when these will be released.) And, most of all, I’d like to thank Dolan and Alias for seeing this project through even while tensions ran high and the world seemed to be crumbling around us.

I’m sure I’m missing someone but this list will do for now. I’m very fucking excited to have this album finally finished and released on SFR in 2010. Oh yeah…I’d like to thank the fans who are helping generate excitement and promotion for this album. There’s more to come as the release date approaches.


Jan 25

Video footage of the very 1st Xaul Zan battle (1999)

“You love to hear the story, again and again, of how it all got started way back when…”

Ten years ago I was living in Brooklyn, NY on a velcro sneaker budget. A friend named Mig was kind enough to let me sleep on his floor at night as my days were spent  looking for ways to either make money or get my name out there. One way I tried making those things happen was by entering emcee battles. The most popular semi-regular battle was an event called Braggin’ Rites which I THOUGHT took place at a club called The Wetlands, but the banner behind the stage clearly says S.O.B’s. If I remember correctly, and as you’ll see in the video below, the night was usually hosted by Yeshua da Poed and their format entailed 4 emcees battling each other at once during the earlier rounds. You’ll also see in the video that my Xaul Zan alter-ego wasn’t fully developed just yet, but the concept was definitely being birthed on this night.

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This battle footage isn’t anything I’d consider as part of a highlight reel, and it’s difficult to make out much of what is actually being said, but I’m happy to share this video time capsule with people. It’s been a crazy decade. I’m lookin’ forward to the next.

Thanks for sticking it out with the kid.
-Sage Francis

Dec 02

Urb Magazine on hiatus?

It seems Urb Magazine is taking a hiatus from printing more issues, opting to go the digital route until 2010 to see if it is financially feasible to return to ink.

Although it’s not a hip-hop magazine per se, Urb was one of the last publications to give coverage to independent hip-hop. That being said, it’s a bit sad for all of us here at SFR and we wish them well.

Here are the details Urb sent out in a mass email earlier today:

“This autumn, for the first time in our 20 year history, URB Magazine will release our first all digital issue. URB #159 will hit the ‘streets’ later this month and feature 25 must-know artists breaking onto the scene. In the spirit of our lauded Next 100, our 25: NOW! issue will be a reference guide to what’s next.

As for our print edition, we’re taking a hiatus until 2010 so we can see what the future of ink on paper should really look like. In the meantime, we’re thrilled about a major URB.COM relaunch (this month!) and bringing a ton of digital initiatives to you and our readers.”

One of the only magazines brave enough to put my ugly mug on a cover. Respeck!

Oct 01

RIP Roc Raida (guest blog by DJ Jester)

This week we lost one of the greatest DJ’s this world has ever known. Grand Master Roc Raida (real name: Anthony Williams) of the X-Ecutioners passed away on Saturday due to complications from a mixed-martial-arts accident. His sudden passing shocked the world (the hip-hop community in particular) as messages of sorrow and condolence came flooding in.

My personal experience with Roc Raida is very limited. I used to hunt down Roc Raida mixtapes as well as VHS tapes of his DJ performances. I played his music often on my radio show and I was lucky enough to see him perform with the X-Ecutioners (at that time they were called the X-Men) at a small club in Providence, RI in the late 90’s. His performances were enthralling and inspiring. I never became much of a DJ, but Roc Raida did the kind of things that would make you think, “Yeah…if I dedicated all of my time to a craft I want to be able to freak it like that.” And of course, very few will ever be able to do it the way Roc Raida did.

Buck 65 has already posted a personal story about Roc Raida on his blog section here at but an honorary member of the SFR crew named DJ Jester wanted to share his experience as well so here’s his story:

“I found out about Roc Raida’s death the same way I’ve been hearing most bad news lately…through Twitter. I’m following DJ Spinderella, the DJ for Salt-N-Pepa, and that’s where I got the news. I was up early on Saturday, September 19th, 2009, on a road trip and this was the surprise I got during breakfast. I got into Marfa, Texas, a tiny west Texas art town a day early before for a gig Saturday. It made me think..Dang, here I am in the middle of nowhere about to DJ and, honestly, I probably wouldn’t even be doing this if it weren’t for Raida. And it’s not like my style is anything like his. I do think he was an influence, though. I can’t beat juggle to save my life but I do know I wanted to start a body trick crew because of him.

There weren’t as many celebrity tweets about Roc Raida’s passing as there were for DJ AM, but I can understand why. It was a different scene. Like other DJs around my age (early thirtysomething), I distinctly remember me in the late 90’s being a fan of this scratch DJ thing more than I paid attention to school or girls. Scratch DJ videos probably got me more in debt back then than anything else. It was a culture I felt part of. Like those friends you have who watch a lot of wrestling. I immersed myself in it, mostly by way of being the arts editor for my college newspaper. Every show scratch DJ related I’d try to score tickets to. I was invited to both Q-Bert’s “Wave Twisters” CD release in San Francisco AND his Skratchcon 2000 event, not as a DJ but as a journalist. On one of those trips, the first video I probably bought was a self-released Skratch Piklz video. Coming from San Antonio, where that stuff didn’t really hit yet I couldn’t believe there was such amazing talent coming from these other towns. Ten years ago DJ’s had their own voices and personalities. Like, when you saw them or heard them you knew it was THEIR voice. DJ Swamp, Kid Koala, Mr. Dibbs, the X-Men, Piklz, and Beat Junkies. Those were pretty much my heroes. Skratch DJing was still considered experimental getting love from the Wire and magazines like that. Anyway, those Piklz videos led to me buying the Invisibl Skratch Piklz vs. the X-Men video. That’s probably the first time I saw Raida perform in a group routine. That made me hungry for more so I bought the 1995 World DMC Finals video. I would constantly rewind the part where he is spinning with his back to the turntables and would try (mostly jokingly) to imitate that during practice. When he defended his title in the 1996 World DMCs, it was like he grew more musical in a year.

Anyway, Roc Raida RIP. I felt like I knew you. Thank you for being you and for your contributions to hip-hop culture.
-DJ Jester the Filipino Fist”

Sep 21

Ever been to Switzerland?

In 2005 I toured Europe with a group called Grand Buffet. Although they are my favourite group in the world to tour with, this was the most trying and difficult tour of my career. We were robbed a couple times, there was a hospital trip, had run-ins with the law, you name it. By the time we reached Switzerland for our final show, our morale was totally shot. Upon entering Swiss territory, the country looked like a ghost town. A very clean, sterile and affluent ghost town.

As we drove through the city of Zurich we noticed a ferris wheel and some other rides off in the distance. It was a carnival or town fair of some sort. The place was dead empty, but we had some time to kill before the show so we decided to storm the castle. “Storming the castle” is a game we came up with to keep ourselves entertained during these long trips through no-man’s-land Europe. What that game entailed was simply running around like a bunch of idiots while yelling at the top of our lungs to cause confusion or alarm for the people on the premises.

We pulled up to the carnival, hopped out of the van, “stormed the castle,” and returned back to our van completely out of breath. We looked at each one another like…”what the fuck did we just see?” It was clearly the best little carnival in the world. So we went back in disguised as civilized Americans. Thankfully they allowed us back in.

The rides were wonderfully dangerous. They were the kind of rides that would never be allowed at an American carnival. They were lawsuit- worthy. Even the games came with a risk of injury. Games like… shoot the can with an actual rifle. You know…I don’t know. It was a while ago and I can’t remember the specifics, but I remember every booth being manned by a beautiful woman. This is different than the toothless, ex-convict carnies we are used to in the States.

When we finished with the Shoot-Your-Eye-Out and Punch-The-Clown-in-the-Face games, we had to leave and find our way to our show. Upon entering the club, we saw that there was a huge print-out of my face that reached from the stage to the ceiling. It was glorious and totally obnoxious. The promoter told me that his idea was to have me run through it when it was time for me to start my set. Just… amazing. I looked at him like, “Yeah man… totally.”

What happened instead is that I stripped down to my underwear during Grand Buffet’s set and I jumped through my print-out face during Grand Buffet’s performance. Music wasn’t even playing when I decided to do it. In fact, Lord Grunge of GB was fighting with a crowd member when I decided to make my grand entrance. Since I was in disguise (with a baseball cap and wig,) no one recognized me. As far as the audience was concerned I was just some random, pseudo-naked, long-haired, half-naked guy contributing to an oddball performance from a beligerant rap group. It wasn’t wild though. The crowd went dead silent. I stumbled to the CD player, hit the play button and yelled, “LET’S GO!”

I helped Grand Buffet end their set by doing high leg kicks for 2 two minutes straight. When the song finished, Lord Grunge grabbed the CD player and slammed it into the ground. I have no idea how my own set went. I have no recollection of it at all. All I remember is walking on my hands when the show was finished, racing a woman down the dance floor. I won. This was the last show of my last European Tour, and Switzerland is fucking weird.

Sep 01

PFA returns home. Jared Paul drops J.R.R. science

PFA have just returned home from their first national tour in support of the Prayers for Atheists EP release.  24 shows in the bag, the band has returned back home to Rhode Island more excited and inspired than when they left. For those who don’t know anything about touring, that is miraculous. I’d like to congratulate Jared Paul, Alan Hague, Cousin Tom, the new drummer Marco, and Dan Sawyer (their engineer, photographer, van man and guardian angel) on their successful excursion.

Livin’ the li(f)e! Looks fun, don’t it? You may see the freedom of the road and non-stop rock and roll. All I can see is work, sweat, sleepless nights and relentless desert heat. But don’t mind me, I am a jaded old man who is in no rush to get behind the wheel of a 15 passenger van for the rest of his life. However, this is the life that I’ve carved out for myself, and Jared Paul is the one of the few people who has stayed by my side and experienced it all with me. Thus begins the true point of this blog…

There are three things that Jared has pushed on me through the years:

1) Bob Dylan (thank you for that.)

2) Coffee (no thank you for that you sumbich.)

3)  The Lord of the Rings trilogy (the books…NOT the movies. I repeat…not the movies.)

Let’s focus on #3. Jared Paul’s family passes down the J.R.R. Tolkien books from generation to generation like scripture. It’s serious business. Soon before the first Lord of the Rings movie hit theaters, Jared gave me all the books in hopes that I would read them before seeing the flicks. He masked the covers with black tape so that my imagination wouldn’t be influenced by the drawings.  He apparently does this with all his books. What’s weird is that he decorates the cover of his writing notebook with pictures of Katie Holmes from the Dawson’s Creek era.

I started reading the first book of the 3-book series while I was touring Europe. I figured that would enhance my Shire experience.  Unfortunately, I didn’t finish reading it before “The Fellowship of the Ring” hit the big screen. Not only am I a slow reader, but Tolkien has a habit of over-explaining my least favorite subject…geography.
When I returned home, Jared reluctantly joined our group of friends and attended the movie with us. I had to convince him to stay in his seat and not leave the theater when this guy popped up as one of the characters.

This was the look Jared was giving me:

Jared Paul is not pleased


Jared ultimately left the theater before the movie ended. He isn’t the only person who was offended by the movie’s bastardization of the original story, but he IS the only one I know whose balls I can bust when it comes to Lord of the Rings. Since I’m the kind of petty person who likes to find weak spots in other people and continually hit them for my own amusement, I thought I struck gold when I found this video lampooning the Lord of the Rings movies. I sent Jared an email saying, “You need to see this!” Here it is:

Jared’s email response made me laugh and I figured I would share it with the world. It reminded me of a side of Jared that I’ve always loved and more people need to know about. I apologize to Jared if he didn’t want this response to be made public, but I will keep it up until I get a cease and desist. Big ups to the hardcore Tolkien fans who continue to carry to torch. I like to imagine this email being written in a fury:

“It was very enjoyable. and i laughed. but it’s total fuckery; the only reason the eagle (or frodo and sam) were able to make it to mount doom at all was because the collected armies of Middle Earth fronted a full assault on the Towers of the Teeth after Aragorn declared himself to Sauron in the Palantir- leading Sauron to believe that Aragorn had the ring and was attempting to establish his Kingship by successfully attacking Mordor.  Sauron knew that there was no way that even Aragorn could have learned how to use the One in such a short time (nor would he even have the power to wield it) but in regards to the vanity and arrogance of Man it made sense, so unlooked for, he took the bait and emptied Mordor’s forces- attacking the united armies from the west gate as well as the north… in addition to sending all remaining forces to redouble the assault at Lorian, Escargoth/the Lonely Mountain, and Isengard (and else where).  The whole place was emptied and Sauron’s full attention was outside Mordor- but only up to that very moment.  And there was no way to know how things would play out till exactly that time.  Especially considering that Minas Morgus was still fully operational up to that point and the Nazgul were also in constant patrol over the mountains.  Had the eagle been sent in earlier, it would’ve unquestionably been killed and the ring would’ve gone directly into Sauron’s control and we’d all be dead.  Gandalf was a G.  He was literally the only person in all of Middle Earth who could’ve pulled everything off; which is arguably the exact reason the Istari were sent from across the water over a thousand years before.  (Not too MENTION that it was only under Gandalf’s orchestration that the One was found again and kept safe in the first place, or that without him Smaug (the Dragon from the Hobbit) would still have been alive and on Mordor’s side for the Great War).
The dudes from the clip look like Who Farted to anyone who loves the story (regardless of whether or not we look like D&D nerds to them), but that’s what happens when hack ass comedians think they know something about one of the greatest stories ever told just by watching some fucking shitbag Peter Jackson sacrilege.  If I could go back in time, I’d slit Christopher Tolkienne’s throat before he could have ever signed over the rights.  Then I’d probably cut Jackson too, just for safe keeping.  Kill A Pimp For Justice.”
Ok. That’s all. I’m still giggling and I’m not sure these giggles will be shared.
Metaphors be with you,

Aug 30

Spiders and moths and death, oh my!

Greetings Strange Fam,

I haven’t bloggity-blogged it up in a while because I’ve been up to my bloodshot eyeballs in work.  However, so much is happening in my life and in the world that I need to address it  in one big swoop.

1) RIP to Michael Jackson.

MJ was the biggest star any of us will probably ever know. The reason we’ll hear about him until the day we die is because his impact spanned so many generations. Thriller is the first tape my mom ever bought me. I played that tape front to back more times than I care to admit. I was at my house rehearsing with B. Dolan when the news broke. We were both in shock as we sat in front of the television in a total state of “What…the…fuck.”  I could go on and on about MJ, but I’d rather not get lost in a tangent. There is a song about him that’s been sitting in my notebook for years. Since I never could figure out how to finish the song, I’ll just share the one line that keeps repeating in my head (in reference to his plastic surgery):

“It had less to do with race, and more to do with removing traces of his father from his face.”

I guess that sums up the whole purpose of the song. No need to record it now.

The day after MJ’s death, B. Dolan and I were greeted with Tech N9ne’s tour bus at Chicago’s “Rock the Bells” concert.

promo gone wrong

promo gone wrong

It should be known that this album title and image was created 6 months before MJ’s death. I don’t want people thinking it was a spur of the moment decision to capitalize on a tragedy. Tech N9ne is the homie.

2) RIP to Walter Cronkite.  He raised a bar that journalists should aspire to match rather than just play limbo with. Lets see one of these robotic talking heads we now see on TV every day earn the title of “The Most Trusted Man in America.”

3) RIP to Anne R. D’Antuono.

Not many people know of her as her story isn’t on every news channel (or any news channel for that matter.) She was my 5th grade teacher and she died at the age of 83. Her obituary mentioned the basics of her life;  birth date, death date, relatives, and nothing else. That’s not a proper send off.

Mrs. D’Antuono seemed to come straight out of a black and white movie. She was tall and lanky, often sporting a trench coat and bucket hat. If you were chewing gum in her class she would stick it on your nose. If you weren’t paying attention she would put her nails to the chalk board. To put it plainly, she was a no-nonsense mofo. Mrs. D’Antuono was a stickler for the English language, cramming sentence diagrams down our throats almost every day. In fact, I found myself in accelerated English classes for the rest of my scholastic career because of it. Most of the kids in class, including myself, were scared of her.  There were also sweet and endearing moments throughout the year, all of which stick out in my mind much more than the ruler being slapped against the desk.

Our 5th grade class was the last she would ever teach. When she announced her retirement I wondered if it was because we pushed her over the edge somehow. It’s unlikely, but I do think that we were ushering in a new generation of kids who lacked the discipline and attention span that her particular teaching style required. She wasn’t there to baby sit. She was there to teach. Her retirement must have weighed heavy on my conscience, because on the last day of school I wrote her a poem and slipped it onto her desk without anyone noticing. Just a little show of appreciation for her hard work. She photocopied it, laminated it, and sent it to my mother…so…ya know…I’m pretty awesome. And I’m probably going to heaven.

The only reason I learned of her passing this past weekend is because my Grandmother was her bridge partner. I attended the wake and had the opportunity to tell her family about the lasting impression their mother had on me. I’d post a photo, but none exist online. This is just a heart-felt shout to an unsung hero. You were a bad ass, Mrs. D! May your red pen strike me down whenever I end a sentence with a preposition.

4) SFR’s CD manufacturer is based in Texas. Boxes are delivered to my driveway in Rhode Island. The last large shipment of boxes was Sleep’s “Hesitation Wounds” album. As I was carrying one of the boxes to my van a spider fell out of it. It was large, hairy, and it tumbled down my body onto the ground. I tossed the box I was holding and hyperventilated for a minute while I stared at this nightmare of a bug.

This picture is the best I could take with my phone, but it doesn’t do the traumatic experience any justice.  Listen…I live in RI. I’ve never seen a fucking bug like this ever. It wasn’t as big as the tarantulas that I see in horror movies, but it was hairy and huge. As you can see, it was on its way to eat my cat when I mustered up the courage to take this photo.  I then scooped up my cat and ran into the house. I apologize for introducing this creature into RI’s ecosystem. Good luck with that.

5) In other Stephen King-esque news, I was sitting in my living room tonight when I heard something knocking against my door. I opened up the door and was greeted by a moth that was the size of a baby bird. What the fuck is going on here? It’s the biggest god damn moth I’ve ever seen in my life.

big ass moth

big ass moth

Again, my camera phone is not doing this thing justice.  The picture below includes my finger in order to give perspective.

What is that, a little baby finger next to a regular sized moth? Nope, it’s actually my fat sausage finger next to a monster sized moth.

I picked it up by its wings and tossed it away from my door but it keeps coming back. If I need to save this Jurassic beast in a jar for scientific study I hope someone tells me soon.

6) I’m not a particularly spiritual person, but sometimes I get caught up in superstition. It’s shameful, really. But as I encounter these creatures that belong in the Guinness Book of World Records, I start to wonder if they’re omens.  I haven’t even mentioned the big toads hopping around my lawn, but they’re there.  So I start obsessing over these encounters with strange nature beasts and then I connect them to things that are happening in my life.

The other week I woke up and my eye inexplicably looked like this.

Did someone fart on my pillow? Did that big spider lay eggs in my eyelid? No…it’s a stye. It went away after two days with no treatment. As soon as it went away I had gland pains in my neck. It  hurt to speak and it hurt to turn my head. Once that went away I had so much pain in my right arm, wrist and fingers that I couldn’t sleep. So, OK, my body is going crazy. I’m recording my new album and there’s a spiritual war going on in my arteries. That’s what the doctor told me anyway…after taking my blood and shipping it off to the government for testing.

I’ve been sworn to secrecy, so if you’re looking for an explanation then you’ll need to wait for my autopsy.

“That’s the way it is.”


Jul 17

A long and in-depth Sage Francis interview from 2003

In 2003 I was interviewed in the basement of San Francisco’s Slims club by a college student named Jarrod Miller. He was doing a documentary of some sort, so this was all filmed. Parts of this interview were featured on my “Life is Easy” DVD, but Jarrod went through the trouble of transcribing the whole thing. It is long, and I don’t totally agree with all of my answers, but that doesn’t matter. Here it is:

Interview with Sage Francis
By Jarrod Miller

Sage Francis and Jarrod Miller
Jarrod Miller and Sage Francis, 2003

February 16, 2003 at Slim’s, San Francisco
Sage Francis: On the better days I wake up when I feel like it’s time to wake up and…I find something to eat, cater to the e-mails and the phone calls, and then we…I don’t know…I don’t have a routine, that’s one thing. It’s in between shows and all this, you know, between recording sessions and shows. Lately, it hasn’t gone so smoothly. I have to wake up, pick up the sound engineer, drive down to the studio, record all day, come home, eat for an hour, and then rehearse for the tour. That’s what we did for the past month. And before that there was another routine. But, you know, when nothing’s happening, which is rare, I find someone to hang out with or talk to, just like anyone else I guess. A lot of the time, if I have the opportunity, I spend it by myself. But right now it’s very intense. Every day we wake up early, drive for like 5 or 6 or 10 hours to the next show, and do the show.

JM: You were explaining a little bit about the recording process. How long do you usually have in your recording sessions?

SF: It’s been changing. What we do though is we…I figured out a routine with the engineer, his name is Chris Warren. I pick him up, we drive down to the studio, we spend four hours—increments—because after four hours…well, after one hour I lose my voice. It’s just like I go, go, go and it usually ends up going out, and then we mix down or we tweak some things here and there. I go home and listen to it, I mean, but it’s usually go the whole time. The whole recording thing…it’s not a science. I don’t have it down to a science. It’s new because now, I mean, doing the new album is a whole new process. The one before this one, I was recording most of it by myself. Sole, you know Sole from anticon…

JM: Sole, yeah.

SF: He flew me out to California and he let me stay in a little studio/recording area they had in their apartment, and it was just trash. It was like a mess of wires, a maze of dusty equipment and, you know, I’m not an expert by any means, but I figured most of it out, recorded a lot of the songs there, and mixed it down myself. That was an ongoing process, like I could do that all night long. And if I had a studio to myself I would probably get a lot more done, but at the same time I wouldn’t get a lot of the other things I get done. But we’ll see what happens. So now, it’s a much more professional approach I take where I actually go to a real studio…all the stuff is at its best sounding, you know.

I don’t even know all the terms…I go there and I’m comfortable in the fact that the person I record with knows what he’s doing. I didn’t know what I was doing; it may translate in the album, some of it’s just so raw and so–maybe sloppy–that you can tell that I basically just did it myself, playing with buttons. I didn’t understand. Maybe that’s part of the charm, I don’t know. Hold on. (Sage gets up and bangs on the wall to quiet down a drummer in the next room). Scott?

Scott: Yeah?

SF: Is it all right?

Scott: Yeah, it’s cool. Sorry.

JM: So, you were talking about going to the recording studio. How much of your written work…Do you ever record while you’re in the studio? I mean, while they’re just making the beats? Or do you have the beats laid out already?

SF: We always have the beat done and I know what I’m doing. I usually listen to the beat for a few months before I record to it, just because there’s so much backlogged lyrics that I have. I like to first go through what I already have and see if the mood fits. If not, if it’s a beat that actually has a very unique feel to it, then I’ll write to that beat. But that takes me awhile too. By the time we get into the studio, I’ll have changed the song a million times. I’ll think I’ll have it figured out, but sometimes I end up just writing while I’m in the studio and doing the last minute touches on it.

This last album I did there’s a song called “Spaceman” and I wrote the whole thing at 6 AM because I had to be at the studio at 1. It felt like a…it felt like…because when I was in school I couldn’t bring myself to study for a test. I would stay up the night before just telling myself, “Yeah, man. I’m gonna study today…gonna study, gonna study, gonna study. I just gotta eat one more cookie and talk to her for a second.” You know, you have all these things you have to do before you do it. You gotta mentally prepare. It happened a lot with these songs. By the time it came around to recording, I was just like, I don’t know. I stayed up all night long, and then I’d fall asleep for a couple hours, I woke up at 6 AM and just had to bang it out. It’s one of my favorite songs. It’s just, it’s very…if you listen to it and I told you I wrote it at 6 AM, you’d believe me. You can tell. My previous self would have kicked my ass for doing that because I like to have things very structured and planned out, and I know exactly how it is. And, I never would record without even having the song memorized, and it’s rare now that I memorize a song before I record it. In fact, by the time I perform the songs that I’m recording now, I perform them a lot differently because I have them memorized
and it just allows me to be a lot more comfortable with the inflections and stuff, and, I don’t know, maybe my recorded material will suffer for that, maybe not. I’m going with the moment for now. It’s doing me well, it makes me feel better. But yeah, “Spaceman” is my favorite song right now.

JM: What’s that about?

SF: Uhhh… (Sage shakes head.)

JM: Just wait until the album comes out?

SF: Yeah.

JM: You talked a little bit about your writing process. Would you mind kind of explaining? Like, do you have the theme in mind for a song, or do you just kind of free-flow write?

SF: A lot of times…writing comes from a lot of different moods and…random ideas, or if I’m inspired by an artist of some sort, and I feel like I want to continue that path of emotion that they bestowed upon me, I’ll take it to the page and see what I can do with it. Most of the time it just fizzles out. I mean, most of the stuff I write doesn’t go anywhere, you know? I save it too, I log it. It’s just like, well, that’s half of a verse that probably will never get used. But…

JM: Do you mostly write or is it on computer too?

SF: No, I never do lyrics on a computer. I can’t because the way I write…I wish I had a notebook for you. But I’ll do this…(Sage pulls out a sharpie. I hand a piece of paper to him.) I’ll write on this. (Makes marks on paper.) It would go a little something like, I know the points I want to make sometimes and where they should go in the verse. And if a flow of words doesn’t fit correctly, I’ll just put a line through it and do alternatives and alternatives, and by the time I’m done, it’s just…whatever, whatever. It looks like a diagram, you know? And I’ll look at it and I’ll figure out what makes the most sense throughout the whole verse. I need to see what I did previously—what came before that, what came before that—to know really what works best as a whole. It’s like a rough draft and a final draft all in one. I can’t do without…I couldn’t ever crumple up something and throw it away because the original thing that I wrote was there for a purpose, and maybe I’ll forget why, and while I go through it, then I’ll be like, “Oh, that’s why I had to have that,” you know? So I go back to it and keep it. I’ve come up with all my own…I think everybody who does something that’s personal and private to themselves, or they’re the only ones who look at it, they come up with their own little system of codes and legends. I have beats, and the part in the bar where certain words get said, and where the pauses go, and when it goes up and down. It’s a (scratches head)…yeah, I memorize something usually right after writing it. I mean, after a few reads I have it. But still, when I’m in the studio I’ll be reading it off paper because I start to get all nervous about “Oh my god, I’ve gotta record it now,” and I shouldn’t be like that, I mean I figured I’d be beyond that at this point, but I’m not (hands back scribbled paper). Still, when I get in the studio I tighten up and I have to do a few takes before I
start to get comfortable. When I say few I mean 50 (laughs). But after 50, man, I start to really break in. It’s pretty silly.

JM: So, I mean, most of the editing is done that first time where you actually have that concept, or whatever, and you’re actually writing? I mean, do you ever go back…

SF: Oh yeah, you asked me about the process of writing. I mean, it’s all different things. Sometimes I’ll have a beat, and I’ll know what beat I’m writing to. Most of the time I don’t, I just write to silence. It’s the idea and it’s the actual words. Words are what inspire the rhymes, and rhymes are what inspire the verse, and the verse inspires the song. That’s usually the chain of events. So I’ll have words, like a grouping of words that will just pop into my head or I’ll hear someone say something like…drum and percussion. I just run through a list of words that all fit into that rhyme scheme.

JM: Maybe like “something for nothing?”

SF: Yeah, yeah. And, you know, then that goes in a list of…sometimes I’ll write a list of all those things and I’ll be like, “Well, how do these fit with each other and where do they go and how would that fit into something else that I may have been inspired to say?” And it’s…I mean I think that’s a really simple process. It’s not rocket science. It’s very…it’s pretty cheesy actually.

JM: If you’re gonna kind of string them together and have coherence and have some sort of connection…

SF: It’s little steps though, man. It’s baby steps. The whole process is all baby steps. Rap is…well, the kind of rap that I do, sometimes it turns into something greater than I had started out thinking it was gonna be, but most of the time it’s just a linking of words here and there, and ideas, and what I can fit in between the actual rhymes is very important just to make sure no word is supposed to sound like it’s filler. Every word has
its purpose in a sentence, and if it’s there just to fill space I’ll do without it, you know, it doesn’t have to be there. But sometimes I’ll have…this is another way songs get written. I think a lot of people deal with this is…they have something to say to somebody in particular, you know, and it’s not like they can just address them with whatever it is they want to say. And it goes on page, and that helps direction a lot because you know exactly what you want to say to this person, you know what applies and what doesn’t, and you stay true to that. And that makes for great songs because it’s all coming from a core idea and concept of who this person is and what your relationship is with them. It doesn’t stray from that too much. And even though the audience doesn’t know who that subject is, it still translates that everything you’re saying is constant about this one being, you know? Like…to make it simple, if I was talking about a woman that was imaginary and I started applying all these male traits to her and slipped in the word “he” by accident, you know like that’s…I’m just magnifying a problem that exists when you start to write about fake shit—it doesn’t work. You actually have to stay true to your original idea, to your subject, and stray from it as least as possible because no matter what you write it’s already…it’s turned into fiction right away. I mean, I say I write about my own life but it’s…I mean, you couldn’t pass a test on my life if I gave it to you. You know, you listen to Personal Journals as many times as you want. I can give you a list of facts about myself that you wouldn’t even be able to mark off as true or false. That’s why people can’t really…shouldn’t be subscribing to these ideas of idol worship. Not that I’m that guy, there’s others though.

JM: You have in mind that you’re writing for yourself also, but you’re also writing for the audience, I mean…

SF: It’s always…nah…I’m lucky. I’m lucky. I only…Most of the time I do write for myself because it’s just…I look at it and I see what I want to hear, who would do this for me, you know? It’s like when I did “Makeshift Patriot.” Obviously, that wasn’t for me. I made “Makeshift Patriot” with a bunch of people in mind and it was to instigate…thought, question…but at the same time it was what I wanted to hear, it’s what I wanted to see from an artist. So I wrote it and I put it together as a project, and when I felt comfortable about it I was like, “Damn, this is what the fuck needs to be heard.” That’s what I want to hear, you know?

JM: Yeah.

SF: And that’s how I decide whether something is worth putting out to people or not. And that one is just like: as many people need to hear this as possible. So we put it out for free as an MP3, and I’ve put it out on multiple projects and it’s been put on compilations, and it’s still, like, being heard for the first time now…because I’m not a major pop culture artist. You’re not gonna hear my stuff on the radio.

JM: And…that doesn’t concern you at all…or does it?

SF: Uhhh…What, that my stuff doesn’t get heard or…?

M: Yeah, I mean like distribution or…

SF: I want better distribution.  I want to be able to be accessible to the public at large. A lot of people still don’t know how to get my material…unless they’re Internet savvy. And not everybody is, you know? I do think it’s important to learn the Internet and know how to get the information you need because this is one of our tools as people, you know, people of the world are all able to…Before we lose the ability to do so I need to utilize it. It’s a huge tool for all of us. For information, for misinformation, for communication.
But you need to know what’s what, you know, like you can’t take everything that you see at face value.

JM: Yeah, don’t be force-fed. Like you said.

SF: No.

JM: About 9/11…I’ve read you’ve went there, you actually visited the site.

SF: Yeah.

JM: Would you just mind sort of explaining how you were affected when you saw it? What emotions were running through your mind?

SF: The reason why we decided to visit…it was my roommate and I, and a woman by the name of Alixa. Umm…like everybody, I think we were all deeply affected by what was happening. But most of all, we were confused and…we had to see it. It wasn’t enough that we had this filter of a TV screen showing us images of an area that we’re familiar with, you know, we’re there quite often. And, I was supposed to be there that
day. All these people I know who were in New York, and just the fact that immediate threat was upon us, and that’s all that kept getting pumped to us. Like, this is gonna happen, this is gonna happen, don’t open your mail, you know, the anthrax scare and all this shit. Yeah, and seeing these images over and over…it became a blur to me, and I was like, “Fuck this. We’re gonna go to New York, and we’re just going to absorb the atmosphere. We’re gonna witness it, we’re gonna make more sense of it, and we’re gonna feel a little bit
better about ourselves,” because I couldn’t sleep, I couldn’t think straight, everything that I did or said was consumed by the whole 9/11, America, you know, terrorism. I was just like, “Man, I gotta get this the fuck out of my system. I can’t watch the news anymore, I can’t read these papers, I can’t watch, or listen to the radio.” So we headed down to New York, and it was still…I mean, it was crazy. We went to ground zero but you really couldn’t get too far in. All you saw was the billowing smoke, and fire trucks, and police,
and rescue workers were still going in and out, you know, and…it felt powerful. It was almost like these are the moments that we really do come together, regardless of race, sex, religion, all this. Everyone at that moment had their whole situation simplified of basic survival. There’s people that needed to be helped, and everyone comes together to help those people because we were all at immediate risk, and we were all potential victims, you know? And, it made that much sense. It was a huge and crucial time for…people in New York who would normally not even look you in the eye had you ask them for help. So I went there and I recorded it on my minidisk. I just wanted to grab the audio of people cheering. I felt like it was very important…. To do a song like “Makeshift Patriot,” which was a compilation of a lot of news reporter quotes mixed with some pretty interesting takes on what just happened, and to throw in actual audio of people cheering on the rescue workers, and throw that on the song, it was just…I don’t know. It was almost like a stamp of authenticity. Like, this fucking happened right now. And this is what I’m witnessing at this very moment. And every time I hear this song I’m gonna remember the confusion, the pain, and…the rage that I was feeling, and what everyone around me was feeling. That was important to me. I didn’t want to…I don’t know why, it was almost like I wouldn’t have put the song out without that. It needed to be there. Even though it was a little, small part, it just was like: when I hear it, it puts me right in that space where I was the day…it was five days after the attack. We stood there and we cheered on the rescue workers, and we saw everybody just coming together. It wasn’t like we were cheering on George Bush…on top of a pile of dust with his megaphone.

JM: Did you actually see him?

SF: No, no. He was…

JM: If you would’ve saw him there would you have done anything or said anything?

SF: I would’ve…I would’ve killed him. I would’ve killed him. I would’ve picked up a rock and thrown it right at his fucking temple. No, I wouldn’t have. I don’t talk like that (looks at the camera and gives a smirk). Um, if he was there man, I don’t know. I don’t know what would’ve happened. We…

JM: Some shit would’ve went down.

SF: Nothing would’ve happened. I would’ve watched him. I would’ve fucking seen what he had to say, you know, like…I wouldn’t have been cheering him on. I see the footage of him of his fucking megaphone, playing cowboy on a pile of dust, and really working this “Wow! They finally like me!” angle, you know? Like, “I’m actually gonna be the fucking hero today.” And uh…it just was too see-through. His whole approach was a fucking 80’s movie, you know? He’s a fucking action hero, man. I don’t dig.

JM: So, what’s your stance on government and religion? I mean do you…

SF: I’m very anti-religion. I’m very anti-government. I gotta be back…I gotta do sound check. I’ll be back though.

JM: Thank you.

SF: Yeah, no problem. (Leaves to do sound check)
…(Comes back from sound check)

JM: I hate to do this, but it’s for the documentary piece.

SF: (Looks in camera) Okay.

JM: Want to explain who you are, why you do what you do, you know, where you’re from, how you got involved, that sort of thing?

SF: Yeah. Can I talk to you? (Looks and points into camera.) Should I talk to you? (Looks and points at me.)

JM: You can do both or whatever.

SF: All right. Can I talk to the microphone? (Grabs microphone from the sound operator.) How you doing? How’s this sound? Am I okay…huh…yeeaah? (Laughs a bit, then puts on an animated face.) All right, here I go. I wasn’t making sense before. I’m gonna make a lot of sense. I’m sick of it because I kept telling the same story over and over, and when I do that I lose all spontaneity of thought and it doesn’t come out in a genuine way, and you could say, “Oh, wow. He’s saying something he had already said a million times.” This is gonna be a freestyle off the top. Okay…my name…is Jim Mullen, professional skateboarder. Been doing it since I was eight years old. I listen to Public Enemy, I really like Hieroglyphics, I think punk-rock is the shit. (Pauses. Looks at camera, then at me, then at camera again.) I’m here at the club tonight because I’m gonna fucking rock. I’m gonna watch this Sage Francis show, I’m gonna do my thing. I got my kick flip, I’m gonna do a little ollie in the back, I’m gonna let them know it’s really for real this time. I got a mustache, I’m gonna make my face look pretty, I’m gonna catch this pussy in my face. (Stares into camera for a moment, twirls sharpie, thenstares off into space.) That’s it. (Looks up at me and slightly smiles.)

JM: Do you really know how to skate?

SF: (Serious mode…haha.) Yes. I was sponsored by Pppooowwer…Peralta. Aren’t you a skater? I used to rock Vision, man…Vans. Come on, how can you be into hip-hop and not be a skateboarder? You must have missed the wave of new white kids that wanted to be cool. Fucking, white skateboard rappers. (Smiles and laughs. Gets serious, sort of.). Umm…my name is…Paul. I was raised in Rhode Island and born in Miami…like the rest of the hip-hop greats. Vanilla Ice, 2 Live Crew…

JM: Luke.

SF: Luke Campbell. Umm…

JM: Do you listen to a lot of current hip-hop?

SF: I really don’t listen to a lot of hip-hop. Sometimes people who are in my inner circle will come out with an album and I want to check it out because I’m cool with them. I listen to a lot of music, and they all need their propers, so I’m gonna…let me really dig this time. Let me dig. What do I got? I gotta, I gotta big CD collection, man. Ummmmm…

JM: No burned CDs, right?

SF: Um, nah. Only when I have something burned is when it was a gift, you know, if someone gave me a compilation. I don’t mind burned CDs, but if you flip through someone’s CD collection and all they have is burned CDs, it’s like, “Where’s your class, motherfucker? Buy something! Be a consumer, a good American. Why don’t you support these…?” But most of these artists aren’t getting paid for these albums anyway, you know? Like, fuck ’em. I mean, if they’re dead …hahaha…if they’re part of a really wack label, you know, don’t worry about it. Me? (Looks into camera) Buy my stuff– because it’s important and it helps me support my eating habit. I really appreciate it. (Smiles at camera.) And my mustache face.

JM: What’s your eating habit like on the road?

SF: It’s gas station cuisine. It’s horrible. It’s bad.

JM: And you’re vegetarian, also?

SF: I’m vegetarian and that severely limits what I can eat, and that’s very good for my health as far as gasoline stations go. Um, I eat cupcakes, genetically enhanced or chemically manipulated foods. I’m not a proponent…I’m not a fan and I do not endorse touring or traveling for the sake of doing it. I hate it. I don’t like tours. I don’t like doing all these shows and the situations it puts me in. I do it for a few reasons. One, I
spread my music to a lot more people. Two, there are hardcore fans and listeners who I really enjoy their company, and for them to be able to come to a show is great. Three, and most importantly, is it’s my main source of making money. If I didn’t tour, I’d be much more in the dumps than I am.

JM: Percentage-wise, I mean, how much? I don’t want to ask specifics…

SF: Go ahead.

JM: But percentage-wise, how much of your income is from touring?

SF: Uhhh…it’s six…seventy-percent of what I make when I do tours. Just because it’s that one situation where people are finally able to get all the albums that they weren’t previously able to get. And…it’s show time, man. It’s like, that’s where most musicians and artists make their money, is at shows, you know? You don’t…especially major label acts don’t make too much money off of their albums. It’s more of, like, shows. And I gotta say, anyone who has even a bit of a name for themselves has no excuse to be complaining about money situations. We’re given a lot of opportunity to make money for ourselves and sustain a good lifestyle, much better than…a much better one than I’ve ever had before, except when I’m touring. But when I’ve done the tour, I’ve got the money and I can live great, you know? I don’t need much. I’m a minimalist and…I need a roof over my head, I like to eat at Meeting St. Café in Providence, and uh, you know, pay for some hookers, and…beyond that, anything on top of that’s icing on the cake. I don’t need much more than that. I mean, sex, food, friendship—which you can buy…cheap in Rhode Island—

JM: Although, it’s not very good when you buy it.

SF: No, it’s good when you buy it. It’s good because when you don’t want it anymore, you stop paying and they go away. They don’t linger. That’s just like the girls. You buy the girls, you get sick of them, you stop payments. They go home. (Sips some water.) Same with the guys. It’s an equal sex issue. Ummmm…(knock on door). Come in. (Sage puts a big grin on his face as his road manager opens the door. They speak and
Sage leaves. Sage comes back.)

SF: (Grabs microphone.) Check, check, check. Ooohhhhh…(starts deep throating microphone). Do a little of that in the back room? Is that why you’re here? Hahaha…(smiles)…Aaaahhhh! Let’s do it! Real life. (Bangs hand on table.) Real rock and roll.

JM: Sorry. You know, I’m sort of a quiet guy.

SF: Me, too. I don’t like talking. I hate it.

JM: I hate talking.

SF: It’s the worst. (Drinks some water.)

JM: I mean, it’s great to be doing this, but…

SF: I know. I know, you gotta get an A. You want an A, you’re a good student. Mom’s proud.

JM: Ahh, probably not.

SF: No? Okay.

JM: I mean, college just sucks.

SF: I’ve been there, dude. I’ve been there.

JM: It’s a whole lot of money and…

SF: I know. It’s a sham, it’s a scam, it’s a scheme, it’s a…it’s a dream. It’s a spleen, it’s

JM: Do you think your college education helped?

SF: No, I…Here’s my theory: America and perhaps the world, since it’s been so Westernized, has two fangs. One of them is a credit card and the other one is student loans. And that tongue (sticks out tongue) is made up of some of college, family…uh, what else is in there? What the fuck is in there? (Looks up and thinks.) College, family, your job, careers—they all suck. They’re there. Families don’t suck but, you know, when you have to have a family, that kind of thing. Gotta have the wife, gotta have the kids…that kind of shit. (Sticks out tongue some more.) Uuuhhhh…aaaaahhhh…come here, come here…that’s what your tongue does. It goes, “come here, come here,” and it lures you in, and then…ERRRRRR! (Clenches his teeth.) The credit card and the college student loans in your neck…(stares off into space for a bit) then you’re done with. You’re done with. (Pulls out ringing cell phone from pocket and looks at who’s calling him.) They’ll come for you, man. I paid off my student loans…last week, in a bulk…of 20,000 dollars. I owed 30 grand, and college was so fucking wack. But, I could only imagine what I would’ve turned out like if I didn’t go to college because I see all my friends who didn’t go to college and they’re the same exact people they were when I left high school. Maybe it’s not college that was so important, rather than the environment and being in this group of people who all had the same ambition to just get the fuck out of their hometown, you know? I did so much learning outside of class. In class, it was a different story. It actually was…I went to a strict high school, so when I got into college it was a breeze. I was, you know, I was a straight-A student. I graduated my first college—it was only a junior college—I graduated with 3.8. And, high school I was a C- student, you know? And it’s like, I got to college and I figured, “Shit, I’m paying for this, man. I really want to get the good grades and all that. And then I…I just lost that drive, too. I was just like, “I’m getting the As, but who the fuck cares really, you know?” I…I was going through a rough time at that time anyways. You don’t want to hear about that. (Makes a call on his cell phone.) Sorry, I’m such a fucking dick.

JM: No, it’s all right.

SF: I gotta make sure it’s okay. Someone left me a voicemail. Sorry. (Pushes button on cell phone. Loud, indistinct noise is heard. Listens to the message again and begins speaking to the voicemail message.) Shut up. Shut the fuck up. (Turns off phone and puts it into his pocket.) Okay. Ready! (Makes scrunched up faces into the camera.)

JM: Uh, yeah…you have degrees in communications and journalism…

SF: Amazingly.

JM: How did that help you, as far as, you know…

SF: Well…

JM: I mean, when you first got out, you didn’t directly step in to being a hip-hop performer.

SF: Uh uh. (Shakes head.)

JM: I mean, you had oddjobs, right?

SF: Uh huh. (Blows out some air.) Yes, I got my degrees in journalism…well, I got a bachelors in journalism and I got an associates in communications with a focus on public relations. And…uh…you don’t have to go to college for journalism. It’s a fucking scam, man. I think a lot of these subjects that they try to turn into this big, intricate, complex study–field of study–is just their excuse to make more money, or to lure kids in and, like, “You gotta fucking pay 15 grand for this, 5 grand for that, and books are…aahh.”
(Sighs). So anyways…

JM: Have the degrees helped you? I mean, job-wise…

SF: No, nah, no. Obviously not. I mean, the degrees themselves…no, they didn’t help because I didn’t pursue any of those careers. It wasn’t part of what I wanted to be. After seeing how everyone else turned out, and studying what I studied, and seeing how the teacher was, and how all these other kids who were like so, “All right, I’m gonna write for a paper and do the news,” it was like the fakest, most contrived shit. But what was important was I learned the ethics of journalism. The system, the rules that…that at its
core—what it should be—and I wouldn’t have known about that hadn’t I studied it. And, you don’t get that from watching the news because they don’t follow those rules, they don’t follow those set of ethics. It’s a really fucked up and unfree press that we have. It’s not a free press. These…these media outlets are all owned and controlled by the CEOs and presidents of oil companies that are benefiting from the news being skewed. There’s no way you’re going to get a real report on what’s happening in this world in a way that…shows them in a bad light. You know what I’m saying? Like, it just wouldn’t happen. And that’s fucked up for us to realize that we know…I think most of us understand who runs the media. And, for us to realize that, “Shit, you know. They most likely wouldn’t run a story that would show us exactly what’s happening, as far as what they’re benefiting from the war, what the purposes of a preemptive strike are without the
UN’s support.” It’s just like…. Dude, I went to the DC protest a couple weeks back, and, literally, there were hundreds of thousands of people there. It was insane. It was peaceful. There was no arrests…there may have been, but it was very…I didn’t see any, I didn’t hear about them afterwards. There were no fights, and it was just basically a whole bunch of people…from all over the country, all gathered together at DC to say,
“Listen. We are not for this war. You are not to do this in our name.” And, uh, we go home to check the press, and the way it was underreported just really fueled my fire even more than it already had been. Fucking…(imitating reporter’s voice) “At least ten thousand people show up in DC for the antiwar protest.” They also said…they put another twist on it that was so fucking crazy, man. And they would not show an
overview. They wouldn’t show an aerial view of the crowd. Because I looked at the crowd…you couldn’t see the end. Either way you looked, you couldn’t see the end of people. What they showed was them on the side…the camera angle was the side of the street and, like, 10 people walk by. You know, like, “Heeeeyyyy!” (Impersonates a protester with a goofy look on his face.) These fucking hippies, waving their fucking
signs, you know? It wasn’t a hippie thing. It wasn’t just this fucking artsy or lazy movement like, “Peace, man. No war.” It was all kinds of people. And that’s what they do. They’re trying to like….And I have a…yes, I have a problem with hippies. Not with what the idea of what a hippie is, but the whole hippie look and them trying to recapture what it was in the 70s, for people to rebel against the Vietnam War. This is a new world. This is a new purpose. This is a new approach that we need to be taking. You can’t just go there wearing your fucking…what do call these? Drug rugs and fucking play your hacky sack. It’s like, fucking show up in a suit and tie, man. We got doctors, lawyers…police officers. We have people from all different fields that are going to these protests, and they need to be represented, and they need to be presented as such. People in America, in middle America and other places that aren’t—I don’t know, they’re not around these kind of happenings too often, and maybe they don’t understand how much America, in general, is truly against this war—need to realize that it is everybody. It’s all different kinds of people. It’s not just one group of people. It’s not one religion. It’s not…it’s not an age thing. It’s just all across the board, different kinds of people. That needs to be represented. I’m sorry for dissing hippies. If…if you have dreadlocks,
fucking great, man. I hope you fucking…really rock.

JM: It’s all right. I think my dad was a hippie.

SF: I think my mom was, too. She won’t admit it. (Knock at door.) Come in. (Talks to road manager.) Okay, all right. I’ll do it. (Door shuts.) Thank you! I didn’t say, “thank you.” She fissed. She didn’t…I didn’t say, “thank you” when she left. She…she logged that information.

JM: Her name’s Dina, right?

SF: Dina. Lovely girl…woman. (Looks at camera.)

JM: Yeah, she’s got the Napoleon complex or…?

SF: Oh, man. Don’t say that! (Smiles.)

JM: Okay, I won’t say it!

SF: I don’t know if she does. We had a talk.

JM: Did you talk to her about that?

SF: Yes.

JM: I mean, you brought it up?

SF: She didn’t…

JM: Take it well? No?

SF: No. Let’s not talk about that.

JM: Okay, sorry. So…did you want to talk more about the war or…?

SF: No, I have nothing to say about it. I’m against it. A lot of people are against it. I’m not following it anymore. I won’t fucking subscribe to…I just don’t support it. And that’s where it ends, like, I will not support it. I will not fight for this country, and we are not represented correctly. We, the people, have lost the power. The government will and needs to be overthrown at some point. And…that’s all I believe in. I don’t believe in a George Bush. I don’t believe in this country, as we know it. If I’m ever to wave a flag,
it’s gonna be for the people that live inside of this country, and it has to be understood as such because at some point, man…When I was in…did I tell you that, man? When I was in Europe, I opened my set with an American flag and…it’s almost like an attack on the people at the show, you know? They see the American flag and the American rapper, and I’m sure, in their head, they had all these images of after 9/11. All the media showed was these crazed Americans waving their flags around and shit. And it was like, I wasn’t
there to disrespect the people of my country as much as I was to represent the people of my country, and let them understand that we aren’t the crazed people that they see on TV. We aren’t George Bush. You know? The people that exist underneath the symbol of this flag are me, you, people who are gonna go to this show tonight, people who fucking are going to the restaurant on the side of the street rather than the show, you know? It’s just like, the people who all went to the protest today, it’s like, also, we are not represented. And the world doesn’t know that. I don’t think they do…because it’s not reported on. How the fuck else would they know…the sentiment of the people of this country? Yet again, we’ve lost complete control and all power, and we’ve been knocked down to our knees for the fucking top few rich people. (Sips water.)

JM: Do you see any…

SF: I’m so inarticulate in this field of discussion. I don’t study it, and I’m not trying to figure it out. All I know is I’m very upset, and I don’t support the killing, and I don’t support the.…We’re going over there, we might as well just act like it’s 1500 and colonize these places that we have no place being in, you know?

JM: Yeah. Enough about the war.

SF: War is the worst thing that ever happened on this earth…and it should be the last resort. When there’s absolutely no…nothing to do, when there’s no way to go about doing what’s right for people…war. The very last fucking resort: war. I can’t believe that we are at our last resort right now, about to have a fucking war where, literally, millions of people are probably going to be killed. And if it’s not a million people, I’ll be surprised. Or maybe they’re just gonna explode a huge part of land and it’ll be over, but…

JM: Do you see any hope for mankind, ever, in the future?

SF: Uh, ye…dude, I don’t know, man. As far as mankind goes, I don’t see much of a future for it. It’s sad for me to say that. Um…I have hope. It’s there. But it’s not rational. It’s hope, that’s what it is. Hope. I fucking hope that it works out. I hope we realize what’s good about us, and we cater to those things. The path that we’ve taken since the beginning of humanity has…has been a very negative one. There needs to be
powerful people. There needs to be people who are convincing enough to the rest of this world, who have a positive light, who have answers and solutions and are able to lead through example, and we need those people. We need them to be heard, and we need the current leaders to fucking step aside when something like that happens because there’s some elements that exist in our daily lives that are preventing that from happening. (Answers cell phone.) Real quick. 10, 15…whatever pack comes in. Uh, yeah…I haven’t…all right. Well, they’re all on the list. I have no say in that. Yes, yes. Okay. Hello? (Puts phone into pocket.) Okay. Sorry, I said…(gets vocal) I’m really upset. I have a lot to say. I have a lot of things to say, but I don’t have anything to say. I’m not even upset. I think humanity is fucking beautiful. I think um…we’re still hairy, we still have hair on our bodies, you know? We need sex, and we need to fucking eat, and that will keep us down forever. When we break out of this fucking skin shell maybe we can evolve in some other weird plane that we don’t understand yet, and that’s my hope. That’s my fucking hope. I hope we live forever in a much better place. (Sage and sex)…missing

JM: I was reading somewhere that you were abstinent or something?

SF: What did you read?

JM: I don’t know…I think it was through a HipHopInfinity interview. You were talking about how you were abstinent. There’s no truth to that, is there?

SF: There’s none. (Laughs.) Because…sex is…one of these only fucking things that keeps my mind off some very negative and horrible things. The act of it…what leads up into it, what exists after it…is one of those…it’s…it’s a lot of things. It’s fucking beautiful, it’s fucking ugly. And it’s one of those simple things that, as a human and as an animal, I can believe in. I mean, it’s not a great thing to believe in, but it’s fucking…I like sex. Um, it fucks me up. It’s…I don’t know. Maybe I have a problem with it. I have a problem. I’m gonna talk about that problem. (Knock on door. Someone opens it.) Hello! (Shakes hands with fellow at door.) Let me talk to you. I’ll be real quick. Who’s that? Hi Anne! How are ya? I’ll be done soon. (Sage sits back down.) That was Christian. (Christian reappears at door.) I put them on the guest list. It has a…wristband. That’s what it said in the e-mail. Yeah. (Sage sighs.) Ooooohhhh.

JM: Yeah, hopefully we can wrap this up pretty soon.… How long do you see yourself

SF: I don’t know. I see some of the people that I enjoy and they’re in their 60s and they’re still performing. There’s other people who I love and they didn’t live much past 26, you know? Physically, I feel like…if I don’t make any major changes I won’t be able to perform well beyond…five years from now. My show has become too intense and too hard on myself that I just can’t see it happening. I just see it degenerating my body and my brain. It’s fucked up. I wanted to talk about sex.

JM: Okay, go ahead. Continue. (Laughs.)

SF: Okay, I had a problem. I have a problem. I think I have a problem. A real problem. I have an issue with it. It’s…uh…(thinks a bit). See, I have a dual nature. In one sense, sex is—and I was very idealistic about it from the get-go—to be for one other person. You know, um…and I thought…I thought I knew that one other person. And…you know, when you subscribe to that theory, and when you’re so idealistic—and you think you have the whole fucking universe worked out, figured out—and it crumbles, and it leaves you, and you have to reevaluate. I was like, “Well, I’m gonna fucking pick up where I left off and I’m gonna resettle somewhere else. And then that situation doesn’t work out, you know? And then I start to reevaluate myself and my ideals and what the fuck I’m thinking because everything that I wanted to work out for myself didn’t and um…I think about the simplicities of life. I enjoy good food. I like to feel healthy. I like to be awake and have good sleeping patterns. And, almost none of my life is conducive to that kind of shit. But I enjoy sex. And when I can’t have somebody to have sex with, I’m gonna have sex by myself. And I’m gonna fucking…when there’s somebody that’s fucking great to have sex with, and if it can be done correctly and it won’t fuck me up too much, hopefully we can have sex. And maybe I’m a virgin still and I don’t understand
sex. And maybe my dick fell of last year and…I’ve been trying to rebuild it. Um…I don’t know. I don’t like sex with guys, but I’m not against it. I just…I’m not a…personally, it hasn’t worked out. It’s um…my ass is…weird. I have a pink sock that sticks out of it. (Looks up and sees me making a disturbed, yet concerned, face. Sage breaks into laughter. So do I.) HAHAHAhahahaha. I wish the camera was on your face. Hahaha. Let’s not do th…I don’t…the gay talk was just to see how you were, if you were comfortable with it. If you were comfortable, I’m comfortable!

JM: Nothing against gays, but…

SF: I…I’m…I said I’m not against it, and I’m not…because I have issues with my homosexuality. And, uh, maybe that’s why sex with girls has turned into such an issue with me. I don’t know. I don’t know. I’m too old to be fucking caring about sex and food and sleep. It’s just gonna come and go and…it’s a simple hunger. It’s a simple hunger that can be satisfied simply and then it’s time to get on to bigger and better issues.
I want to be the metaman…and I want to have a metadick…and the metaworld is where I want to live.

JM: And use that with metaforce (metaphors)?

SF: Metaforce.

JM: So…(looks at questions) hip-hop. Do you see yourself doing anything else besides hip-hop?

SF: Uhh…yeah. I don’t see…

JM: Could you quit today and not look back on it?

SF: I don’t know…because I’ve quit other things that have been just as big in my life, and I haven’t really looked back. I can’t really help it. I mean, if it’s engrained in me it’s there, and I have dreams about it, and I can’t escape that. It’s something that I probably think about more than I even realize. No, I couldn’t stop cold turkey. I would do it…I just have to do it. It’s part of my routine. It’s like a fucking…it’s just a habit of action, of thought. But that doesn’t mean I have to put it out to the public, that doesn’t mean I actually have to produce it. It’s just there. I don’t want to do hip-hop. I don’t want to do anything with a word like that. That is something that’s so undefinable. I want to do things. I want to do stuff. And, I want it to be enjoyed by people. It’s gonna be art, and hip-hop is very artistic, but it has to go beyond that. The whole hip-hop appeal has become cheapened and it feels cheap. And, that’s why I try to do what people consider hip-hop, with as much integrity as possible. I try to do it with as much…genuine spirit and…as truthfully as I can, and as honest as I can, without really pimping out my fucking mundane activities of life, you know? It has to be done artistically. I try to be creative as possible…and with as much integrity. But, um, it’s a point now [where] it’s time to move on. It’s change and do new things. As an artist, if I stick…if I’m just going to do this hip-hop forever…like, where the fuck am I going to go? How am I going to change and develop as a human, and just as a…rational being. You can’t do…you can’t be Sysiphus. You can’t be pushing that same rock up the same hill, up and down, up and down. That’s what sex is for. That’s what eating’s for. That’s the rock. Those are the rocks that we push. Sleep, sex, food—are the rock. And there has to be something
beyond pushing the rock up and down the hill that helps you elevate beyond the mundane world. Whew, deep. I just thought of that.

JM: Let’s go deeper.

SF: I’m gonna write it. Go ahead.

JM: Let’s go about six feet deeper…and talk about death.

SF: Okay.

JM: On your shirt, you know, and the name of the tour is “The Live Band, Dead PoetTour,” and on your shirt you have 1968-2001…you have your own start and end points, you know? It says, “Sage Francis” up there and…would you just mind explaining…death?

SF: Ummm…I can, a little bit. I mean…you said it well. You said it well. We have our own start and end points. We really do. And, we generate every so often and we start from new places. And, um, 2001 was the year that a lot of things happened for me and a lot of things took off, and Personal Journals was completed. That was a huge benchmark for me and um…it was it. That’s it. That was my life up until that point. It was…it was…I don’t know. The dates represent a few things. I can’t get into it, I’m not going to
explain it, I’m not going to break it down. It’s just…having the death date there is there for a few reasons, but one is…it’s a new beginning. When I’ve done that, like when I usually put that down, it’s a new beginning from that point. Like I’m going to go in a new direction.

JM: How is your life now different from what it was back then?

SF: It’s…I have a whole new…I can look back on things that I’ve thought two years ago, things that I’ve written, and not even identify with it. It won’t even click. And…I can look at myself…we all do that. Can’t you just look at your teenage years and, you read your diary and—I don’t know if you wrote a journal or whatever—and just shake your head and be embarrassed by like, “Why did I…why was I thinking that?” You
know, it’s just like because we’ve reprocessed, we’ve…went down new lanes of existence and understanding, and we’re so far from beyond that point. I don’t even want to do that. I feel sad because to consider the fact that I’m not even the same guy I was back when I was 14 years old, when I thought I had this world figured out. I was a fucking much happier person back then. Maybe I should go back, backpedal to where I was…but it’s, I’m beyond the point of no return now. It’s not like I can do that. Um, I
don’t know. Death is an issue…obviously. It’s something that consumes a lot of my thoughts and I don’t want it to and…

JM: So setting your own start and end points gives you more…gives you a sense of control?

SF: Sort of, yeah. A little bit. That’s part of it. Yeah.

JM: I think that’s about it. If you’d like to say anything else…

SF: You know, dude, I’m…(looks into camera) I want to apologize. Your red light’s blinking. What does that mean?

JM: It’s okay. I think it’s still recording.

SF: (Stretching out t-shirt.) I want to apologize…for…paying too much attention to my mouth when I talk, and my hair and my mustache are uneven, and it makes me self conscious, and I’m very aware of my face. My accent annoys me. Um…

JM: What kind of accent is that?

SF: It’s a Rhode Island accent. But it’s been bastardized and switched up through the years. Um…there’s other things I wanted to say. Uh…(looks back into camera) I want to keep making things. Death really is not to be a part of my everyday activity. It’s not to be in my music anymore. I don’t want it there. It’ll sneak its way in and out but that’s…we’re beyond that. I mean, death only as a concept is what matters, and god as a concept is one of those huge things, to me, um…and to you. I know you. I know you much better than you think I do. I hope we meet sometime. I would love to shake your hand and…maybe get a kiss, uh, right here (points to mouth) on the face. Uh, I don’t know…maybe have sex a little bit, if you want to have sex. Just, uh, no condoms. I like skin. I don’t believe in diseases. I think they’re fake. And, uh, germs…were never real. Do the knowledge. (Puts on t-shirt. On the front it reads, in big letters written with a sharpie: I BLAME YOU. Stretches arms out.) Good night. Thank you. (Shakes my hand.)

JM: Thank you, Sage.

SF: Get it on camera…like a politician. (Smiles.) Thanks.

Sound Operator: That was very cool.

SF: (Gets up and hugs sound operator.) I love you.

May 30

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