saul williams needs no priests to talk to god

saul williams and trent reznor have had a little thing going on ever since the former opened up for a chunk of the aWithaTeetha tour. you can hear williams' influence on TR in capital G, and you'll hear TR's influence on 11/1, the release date for saul william's third album, The Inevitable Rise and Liberation of NiggyTardust! it's williams' third album and his first produced by reznor.


if you want to obtain NiggyTardust! lee-gal-lee, you can pre-order it online, selecting one of two payment (or not) options:
I want to directly support the artists involved in the creation of this music: cost - $5
I'm not concerned about that. I just want the music: cost - $0

either way, you get DRM-free tracks playable on any device (not just iTooonz), plus PDF'd art & lyrics.

so saul williams is going the way of radiohead, taking out the middleman and going straight to the consumer. though williams doesn't enjoy the ginormous fanbase that radiohead does, you can bet your sweet patootie that a passel of NIN fans will hop on the ride... and really, how can you lose on $5?

this evolving business model is the best thing to happen to the music industry since, well since a janitor in cleveland decided to rub some samples the wrong way. even better would be an option to, after the fact, up your ante and pony up more cash if you thought the music really sang because ultimately it's all about the music anyway. so here's a saul sampler, from his 2nd self-titled album:
-- list of demands - prob his best-known song. earworm fer shur.
-- grippo - virtually indecipherable live, this one grows on ya. grippo!!
-- control freak - not much to this other than vox and skins, but leave the toast be unless you don't mind marmalade globs on the counter
-- black stacey - my fave SW song. autobiographical: biting and hopeful at the same. last verse is eminem's wet dream:

Now here's a little message for you.
All you baller playa's got some insecurities too,
that you could cover up, bling it up,
cash in and ching ching it up,
hope noone will bring it up,
lock it down and string it up.
Or you can share your essence with us,
'cause everything about you couldn't be rugged & ruff.
And even though you tote a glock
and you're hot on the streets,
if you dare to share your heart,
we'll nod our heart to its beat.
And you should do that, if nothing else,
to prove that a player like you
could keep it honest and true.
Don't mean to call your bluff but
mothafucka that's what I do.
You got platinum chain then,
son, I'm probably talking to you.
And you can call your gang,
your posse and the rest of your crew.
And while you're at it get them addicts and the indigent too.
I plan to have a whole army by the time that I'm through
to load their guns with songs they haven't sung.

Happy Leopard Day.