Both songs feature SAFE, who is a GAWD on the vocalities. ‘Directions’ also features lovey sounds from Yung Touch. Art by Noah Post!

Modern Shark has teamed up with our good friends at Specious Arts in promoting Scott’s debut album! The record is chill AF, showcasing Scott’s cinematic, mellow side, with music that floats more than it bangs. I’ve been putting the tape on at home and then pretending that my life is a movie.

From Specious: Bird is the solo debut album from a seasoned recording artist; Scott Thorough is a Brooklyn born rap producer, film composer and INFP Scorpio. Thorough began making beats and producing albums as a young adult, eventually working with rap and indie artists across the country (Serengeti, Samson, Cavalier, Junk Science, Cool Calm Pete, Tone Tank, Swimware, Aerial East and many more).

Bird compiles a selection of Scott’s recent ambient film works and electronic productions into a meditative 16 track long player sequenced with the warmth of analog cassette tape in mind. Essential. Bird drops on January 18th, 2019 on Specious, in collaboration with Modern Shark. Pre-order your cassette from Specious now.

 
‘Now This Is Happening’ is a 45-minute instrumental album and it is 100% classic SNAFU: dusty loops and bloops and bang bang drums for laid back days and weird nights. I’m proud to be working in conjunction with the homies at Specious Arts to release this dope into the world. ‘Now This Is Happening’ drops on February 8th, and you can hear more samples and pre-order on SNAFU’s bandcamp page.

Modern Shark has teamed up with our good friends at Specious Arts in promoting Scott’s debut album! The record is chill AF, showcasing Scott’s cinematic, mellow side, with music that floats more than it bangs. I’ve been putting the tape on at home and then pretending that my life is a movie.

From Specious: Bird is the solo debut album from a seasoned recording artist; Scott Thorough is a Brooklyn born rap producer, film composer and INFP Scorpio. Thorough began making beats and producing albums as a young adult, eventually working with rap and indie artists across the country (Serengeti, Samson, Cavalier, Junk Science, Cool Calm Pete, Tone Tank, Swimware, Aerial East and many more).

Bird compiles a selection of Scott’s recent ambient film works and electronic productions into a meditative 16 track long player sequenced with the warmth of analog cassette tape in mind. Essential. Bird drops on January 18th, 2019 on Specious, in collaboration with Modern Shark. Pre-order your cassette from Specious now.

Cornell West told me that in the original version of The Great Gatsby, Gatsby was a light-skinned black man passing. Then I looked it up. This is an actual literary theory written by a CUNY professor, a theory so threatening to “our” idea of what it means to be “American” that the theory was rejected completely by academia. There is exactly one copy of this paper in all of New York City and it lives in the reference archives at the Shomburg Center in Harlem. When I went there to read it, they gave me a temporary ID, and I saved that temporary ID for the Shomburg Center because it’s the closest thing I will ever have to a hood pass. Tuesdays with Biggie

Tuesdays with Biggie
Getting ready to die
Drove my Chevy to the levy but
Hurricane Katrina
And them good ole boys they were
Sippin on supremacy
Intibated infants grippin on the nipples of the mothers of their enemies
Biggie was a hood hero
A crime that marked him for planetary exile
Made him a born sinner
Made him America’s nemesis
Because he had the audacity to dream
To own BOTH a Super Nintendo AND a Sega Genesis
Like How Dare He?
Like Who The Fuck Do You Think You Are?
Like didn’t he know that Gatsby was white?
But actual factually Gatsby was mixed
And Biggie was Gatsby before Jay-Z was Gatsby before Leo D. was Gatsby before Robert Redford was Gatsby, and before ALL THAT Gatsby was a light-skinned black man pass-ing
And it wasn’t JUST that he was new money and criminally-involved that Gatsby had to die
Gatsby HAD to die because How Dare He?

Biggie standing on the dock staring out into the bay at the green light in the distance
The vast unobtainable America so close he could almost touch it
But it was all a…
Gatsby yellow staring across the blue to the green
But it was all… You see?
These colors we wear
Are primary

These colors we wear are primary.

Gatsby at the Cotton Club ordering a T-bone steak, cheese eggs and Welch’s Grape
And the old money looking at him like he’s a thug
Like How Dare He?
Like Who The Fuck Does He Think He IS?

But don’t You see? Biggie knew very well who he was which is why he wasn’t going to let anybody hold him down which is why he stood up in this middle of that club and and made a toast to all the teachers he had who told him he’d never amount to nothing.

Lift a glass, you see Biggie had come a long way to this blue lawn and his dream must have seemed so close that he could hardly fail to grasp it. Lift a glass to all the people who called the police on him when he was just trying to make some money to feed his daughter. Lift a glass because his dream must have seemed so close.

He didn’t know that it was already behind him.

It was somewhere back in that vast obscurity beyond the city where the dark fields of the republic rolled on under the night. Where the police scan for dangerous darkness, and extinguish lights.

Lift a glass motherfucker. Because LOOK at all of this! And we used to eat sardines for dinner…

Biggie believed in the green light, the orgastic future that year by year recedes before us. It eluded us then, but that’s no matter—tomorrow we will run faster, stretch our arms further . . . And one fine morning—

Gatsby made a change from a common thief
Out of the corner of his eye Biggie saw that the blocks of the sidewalk really
formed a ladder and mounted to a secret place above the trees–he could
climb to it, if he climbed alone, and once there he could suck on the
pap of life, gulp down the incomparable milk of wonder.

But like Gatsby, he didn’t climb alone and he couldn’t have climbed alone if he tried.

He said he was livin life without fear, but I never believed him.
Lift a glass.
Lift a glass because we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.
Lift a glass to this impossible task: to change the unchangeable past.

– Michael Angelo Baje One Tumbarello

Me and Lars made another one, this time with Ryan Notes on the hook. Download on the player above, or click here to nab this track AND the one we put out last summer called “Looking Down Again.” Soundcloud types can go here to listen and download.

If you like it, tell a friend. Art by Baje.

By Michael Angelo Tumbarello, LMSW aka Baje One

I write this in response to a Letter to the Editor of the New York Times, submitted by Allen Frances and published in that newspaper on February 14th. In that letter, Mr. Frances said of Donald Trump: “He may be a world-class narcissist, but this doesn’t make him mentally ill, because he does not suffer from the distress and impairment required to diagnose mental disorder.” Granted, according to the DSM Trump does not meet the required criteria for Narcissistic Personality Disorder (NPD), and who could be more qualified than Allen Frances, the man who literally wrote the criteria, to make that determination? However, this fact ought not put the kibosh on public discussion of Trump’s mental health, since the psychological well-being (or lack thereof) of the man who holds the nuclear codes remains a crucial matter. Instead of ending the discussion, the fact that Trump, a “world-class narcissist” does not meet diagnostic criteria for NPD should motivate those of us in the field to examine the failure of current diagnostic tools to account for socio-cultural influences on the varying manifestations of mental illness.

It is an accepted truth within the mental health profession that mental illness is expressed differently by different groups of people in different places and at different times. At times gender plays a factor: Depressed men are more likely to exhibit symptoms of anger and irritability than depressed women. It would be difficult to argue that this difference is not owed in large part to differences in the ways in which men and women are socialized, wherein women are often taught not to express anger, while men are taught that aggression is the only safe, “masculine” conduit with which to express their emotions.

At other times, culture plays a factor in the expression of mental illness: the American Psychiatric Association recognizes disorders which are “culture-bound”, meaning they only exist within a specific cultural setting. For example, the APA recognizes that in Latin America, and in Latino communities there is a disorder known as an ‘ataque de nervios’, which does not have an exact equivalent to any specific disorder described in the DSM.

And of course at all times, the cultural perspective of the assessing clinician plays a major role in determining diagnosis. Despite the fact that many (if not most) clinicians would rather avoid this particular discussion, it remains true that diagnosis is, at least in part, in the eye of the beholder. We can find evidence to support this idea when we look at race-based disparities in the diagnosis of Conduct Disorder, wherein African American children are much more likely to receive this diagnosis while their white counterparts tend to get diagnosed with ADHD when exhibiting similar sets of behaviors. Is it possible that this disparity correlates with disparities in racial representation within the mental health profession? But of course.

If we already grant recognition to social and cultural factors that contribute to the varying expressions of mental illness, is it really a leap to consider that Trump’s mental illness might also be “culture-bound”, and that the reason why he does not experience “distress” and “impairment” with regard to his narcissism is simply a reflection of the extreme degree of privilege which he experiences? As a rich, white, straight, cisgendered, able-bodied, educated, English-speaking American citizen, Trump experiences every possible degree of privilege in American society. Perhaps he isn’t just privileged, but sick with privilege. After all, he carries himself publicly as if the rules do not apply to him, and given the privilege he experiences he’s absolutely right to make that assumption. At a rally in Iowa in Janurary of 2016, Trump famously boasted: “I could stand in the middle of 5th Avenue and shoot somebody and I wouldn’t lose voters.” I don’t believe that this was hyperbole; I believe that he truly meant what he said. Is a person capable of making such a statement not sick and in need of treatment? Perhaps “Affluenza” really is a thing; perhaps possessing extreme degrees of privilege can be a form of sickness.

In his Letter to the Editor, Allen Frances said: “Mr. Trump causes severe distress rather than experiencing it and has been richly rewarded, rather than punished, for his grandiosity, self-absorption and lack of empathy.” It’s hard to argue with this statement (even though narcissists typically DO cause quite a bit of distress, some of it severe, for their partners and family members), and yet Frances’s argument ought to raise questions about the highly subjective nature of the diagnostic criteria for NPD. After all, who’s to say that Trump does not experience severe distress? And who’s to say what severe distress looks like for someone as wildly powerful and privileged as Trump? If the time stamps on his tweets are accurate, and rumors leaking from the Trump administration are true, then perhaps severe distress looks like the most powerful man in the world wandering the halls of a tower built in his name (in a bathrobe) while obsessively absorbing news coverage of his own words and actions, and labeling as “fake” any such news which is critical of those words and actions. Again, if these are not diagnosable symptoms of sickness and distress, then perhaps we ought to just admit that the diagnostic criteria itself has a major blind spot with regard to power and privilege.

If we already recognize that social and cultural factors play a role in the diagnosis of mental illness, and if we recognize that diagnosis is, at least in part, in the eye of the beholder, then why not add ‘degree of privilege’ to the list of factors that impact and shape the varying manifestations of mental illness? If Frances can call Trump “a world-class narcissist”, and also argue, within the same article, that Trump does not fit the criteria, then perhaps those of us in the field who are bilingual in DSM as well as social justice ought to be asking just how we can account for this disconnect. Perhaps those of us who have the power to diagnose are sick with our own privilege. Perhaps Western institutions of mental health carry the same forms of sickness carried by our other institutions – education, law enforcement, criminal justice etc. – which do a miraculously efficient job at reproducing structural inequality from generation to generation. Perhaps looking at privilege using a medical model would be useful. Perhaps we could develop treatments to help people sick with racism and other isms to recover from their sickness.

And yet we all know that this is not the way the world works, not yet at least. “Affluenza” is simply an imaginative way to protect rich kids from the consequences of their own shitty decisions. And the powerful and the privileged who are for the most part, ironically, the most psychologically fragile among us, will continue to be reflexively protected from the scrutiny and stigma involved with actual mental health diagnosis. The DSM’s failure to account for Trump’s particular experience/expression of narcissism adds the American Psychiatric Association to a growing list of individuals and institutions who are in passive collusion with the normalization of Trump and his mental illness. As I type this, there are already miniature versions of Trump cropping up at all levels of American politics. Until we identify “grandiosity, self-absorption and lack of empathy” across the board as antisocial expressions of mental illness, then people like Trump will continue to get power, not treatment. We ignore this reality at our own peril.

Michael Angelo Tumbarello, LMFSW (aka Baje One) is an armchair cultural critic and a real-life cultural contributor. He is a writer, rapper, indie record label owner, and social worker, working on the front lines of social justice for youth and adults struggling with homelessness, mental health issues, and HIV. He was born and raised in Brooklyn, NY, where he still lives.

Live from Brooklyn / For all my white people outraged by the fact that Kaepernick is kneeling / more than you are outraged by the extrajudicial killings of unarmed black civilians / for real, my white people caught up in their white feelings / this one’s for you, for you…

I GOT YOU STUCK LIKE A THOUGHT ON A STICKY NOTE / NEVER REALLY WANTED PRETTY CARS IN THE VIDEOS / JUST A STACK OF COMPOSITION BOOKS FULL OF RAPS THAT I REALLY WROTE / REALLY WHITE, REALLY WOKE / LOOK: THERE’S A WAR GOIN ON INSIDE, NOBODY’S SAFE FROM / YOU COULD RUN BUT YOU CAN’T HIDE FOREVER / FROM THESE PRIVILEGES WE ALREADY TOOK / SON LOOK, AINT NO SUCH THING AS SITTIN ON THE FENCE WHEN THERE’S BODIES ON THE STREETS / AND THE COPPERS ON THE BEAT THAT ARE COCKIN BACK THE HEAT LOOK A LOT LIKE ME AND YOU / WE SPLITTIN INTO FACTIONS / YOU STUCK LIKE A CHRISTIAN’S FAITH WITHOUT ACTIONS / STUCK LIKE WHITE GUILT, FROM WHITE MODERATES / STUCK LIKE A MANDATORY MINIMUM FOR PUSHIN WHITE PRODUCTS / HMM… / YOU STUCK LIKE A ROACH IN THE LIGHTS, WATCH EM SCATTER / FUCK AROUND I’LL LEAVE YOU STUCK UP IN THE CLOUD WITH THE FACEBOOK CHATTER / WITH ALL THE OTHER DUMMIES YELLIN “ALL LIVES MATTER” / YOU MAD LIKE HATTER / BAPTIZE YOU IN THE DATA / FILL THE CLIP WITH FACTS LIKE ‘RATTA TAT TATTA’ / IF WE LIVED IN A WORLD WHERE ALL LIVES WERE TREATED EQUAL / WE WOULDN’T BE SITTIN IN THE FRONT ROW FOR “SELMA, THE SEQUEL” / WHERE THE BABIES LEARN THE ART OF WAR / CHARLOTTE TO FERGUSON, OAKLAND TO BALTIMORE / FROM COAST TO COAST, THIS WHOLE BOAT IS BROKE / AND THIS ELECTION IS THE ULTIMATE OKEYDOKE / FROM ATLANTIC TO PACIFIC, MEXICO TO CANADA / THEY COMIN FOR YOUR SOUL IT’S TIME TO UP YOUR MENTAL STAMINA…

Cause we can do better / say it with me “BLACK LIVES MATTER” / that’s the name of this shit, “BLACK LIVES MATTER” / nobody asked you to make a fuckin remix to this shit / nobody asked you to remix the name of this shit / and for real: white rappers, white rappers who aren’t on board with this shit right now / you need to turn your rap ID card in right now / we comin for you / what happened to peace? / what happened to peace? / Governments earn peace, society earns peace / pay for that with justice / we pay for that with justice / so what happened to peace? / we’ll get to that once we get some justice in the streets.

Me and Lars Viola from M.A.E. started making some rap music together. This is the first jawn. If you like it, tell a friend! Download on the player above, or click here. And for those of you who prefer Soundcloud, yall can go here. Cover art photo by Matty Enderlin, who is a friend of the Sharks, and whose work you can see over here.