I am far from what one might call ‘tuned-in’ or, honestly, ‘informed’ when it comes to even barely underground forms of almost anything, in large part because I’m not very skilled at catching proper waves in the sea that is, at least metaphorically, the internet. Or Internet. (On that note, has anyone settled that yet? Oh, right, duh.)
But today, a good friend of mine from college, Brandon Gentry, an International Security Analyst and music writer living in Austin (obviously), with the simple gesture of sending along an unexpected email and some links related to a Wu-related dialogue we recently reinvigorated—the reinvigoration of which was caused by my recent posts related to the Ghost Face exhibit (obviously)—made me feel particularly inept in this ocean of the web.
How? By sharing a very creative recipe for preparing tuna, of all things.
The chef? A red-bearded Albanian rapper-cum-culinary wizard, from Queens (obviously).
In other words, a poly-aesthete tour-de-force: Action Bronson.
So to keep things brief, here is what my friend Brandon told me about this rapper he’d heard of quite a while ago:
“Are you aware of Action Bronson? He’s a red-bearded Albanian rapper from Queens, who is also a gourmet chef, and he rhymes a lot about food in a Ghostface voice. Right up your alley. Check out this clip.”
So here you go. (To bring this into the realm of art-related matters, note Mr. Bronson’s short disquisition on aesthetics from 3:08-3:14, then note soon thereafter his careful, well informed attention to the palette chromatics of effective plating.)
Like it as much as I did? If so, you might also like to hear more. Brandon also sent me a link to a free download of a recent mixtape. It tastes just like seared tuna and sounds a lot like good butter.
Note: In case the aesthetics lecture wasn’t enough of an arts relation in all this, I’ve got something else for you. I just chanced across an artist in Vancouver who has painted Mr. Bronson’s portrait in, of all mediums, watercolor. Really.
Yet another note: Brandon is currently working on a book about Washington, D.C.’s ’90s-era indie rock scene, based on a series of articles he’s been writing for DCist.com, called Secret History. The book (or rather, and how apropos in all this, e-book) should be out this summer from Garrett County Press. Keep an eye out for it. Brandon really knows his stuff.
And fortunately, he knows better than I do how to put it out to sea. (The only thing I’m good for is to point out that that is the same, to wit, as ‘marinating’ it (obviously).)
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