The Turntablist

NT: What's your opinion of Nastyboy Klick?
Z: It's not something I play. It's not something you'll find me bumping in my car. I don't find that much intelligence in their music, in terms of getting really deep in lyric content. They've paid their dues, and now they're making some money, so that's good, I guess. I mean, I'll dis the music, but I can't dis them. They're representing Arizona, and I commend them for that. "Make a little trip to the AZ side." How can I dis that?

NT: But you're comfortable talking smack about Puff Daddy?
Z: Oh, hell, yeah. To me, Puff Daddy is not a hip-hop artist. He is a rap producer. He's a formula man, a money grabber. He's all over Power 92. "The Home Where Hip-Hop Lives." Bullshit. It's the home of rap music. You never hear any real, raw hip-hop there. Hip-hop was never about playing the same song with a sample from "Every Breath You Take" over and over for three months. Hip-hop is experimental. It's about always reaching for the new, not emulating whatever flavor makes money that month. In my opinion, no song should stay on the radio for more than a month, so we keep making room for the new stuff coming up from the streets.

But that doesn't happen, because America is sleepwalking. Most of the public are dead to the real music that's going on. They're just eating shit food, working a shit job, watching shit TV, listening to shit music. And they get paid shit money to do it all over again every day. I just thank God I had the music and skills to break free of that realm.

Map Points
Party pick for September: Simple #1, Saturday, September 27. SF hard-house maestro Mark E. Quark headlines. Locals RC Lair, Anton, Lego also on tap, plus Groovetribe, a live, improvisational, multi-instrumental ambient, techno and acid-jazz group. Info line: 720.