
For someone who spends most their time buying shoes, watching unboxings and listening to sneaker podcasts, I rarely post anything about shoes on here.
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For someone who spends most their time buying shoes, watching unboxings and listening to sneaker podcasts, I rarely post anything about shoes on here.
So here is a cool gif and small post to say, shoe related content in bound!
About this time last year, I came across an old school grime video. It was on an Instagram page which uploaded underground Grime clips. This one however was different. I could see the watermark in the corner which clearly told me that it had been edited. I had seen the clip before but didn’t recognise the instrumental. The video was Skepta, Big H and JME in a booth at BBC radio 1 going bar for bar. The high calibre lyricism was still there yet the backing instrumental had been given a new life. Usually when you are watching these clips on YouTube you would find a recognisable instrumental that you would expect to hear from the 2000s era of Grime. This time however, the beat was bouncy and had you shaking your head like Jammer in the background of every grime video ever. I must have played the video back at least ten times, eager to find out who had created it.
It took some thinking of how I could shazam the clip but eventually I found the original creator, Wize edits. I scrolled through his various videos, finding he had rejigged classic after classic. The next edit that was an instant favourite was the Wiley and Skepta clip taken from the classic 10 minute long Risky Roadz video. Currently the video has been taken down but once again, Wize’s ability to match the original video’s energy with his instrumental choice was spot on. After spending almost an hour going through his selections, it was obvious that Wize was undoubtably elevating these already legendary clips. When it comes to Grime, especially its early 2000s era, touching the instrumentals was unthinkable, even sacrilege.
Apart from the MCs and their iconic bars, there is nothing more signature about the genre than its instrumental style. Yet, Wize a producer and MC himself, has managed to distinctly create a whole new energy with his edits. Living in an era where Drill and Afro beats has taken over the UK charts, it is easy to see how Wize has taken influence from the genres bounce and lively drum tracking. Whilst the classic grime feel had you bobbing your head, throwing up gun fingers and all the rest, Wize had you moving different. Breathing a new lease of life into these old tracks, it had me hearing bars differently. Take for example, Potter Payper’s edit where he says, “It’s me or them, so I’m tryin’ to JLS, make sure your heart don’t beat again”, a line that has stuck with me ever since. Had it not been for this laid-back instrumental and the way the track served as platform to elevate Potter’s writing, I would have never discovered or more importantly, stood out to me.
The same goes for the Ice Kid Westwood video. Here we have a minute and a half of pure vigour coming from then Grime-prodigy Ice Kid. I remember watching a video years ago of Ice and Chipmunk on a school day, spitting whilst the other sat on the street shutter post. These two kids were meant to be the up-and-coming Grime artists, it’s easy to see why. This grabbed the attention of Wiley himself which led to the infamous clip of the two displaying their talent at Westwood’s radio show. That being said, until his reappearance in 2014’s Red Bull Culture Clash, everyone including myself had forgotten about the kid. This was until Wize once again did his thing, reignited his soulful bars with his fiery instrumental. You can tell Ice is mature beyond his age with lines like, “stack dough so I can move to a next Island, I might move to Ireland, with my family, somewhere I don’t move from sirens”, aware of how his ambitions can help him escape an area that will hold him back. He was only 16 when he spat those bars on Westwood’s show so who knows what he could have gone to do.
Since first discovering Wize, his following has increased massively and deservingly so. He’s now working more on his own music and producing instrumentals for current day artists, all whilst finding the time to release the classic edited clips. I thought he was the only producer doing this type of thing until I came across Knxwledge’s Instagram story.
I had known of the American producer since his 2-hour long mixes with Earl Sweatshirt. One day he posted a story about how his Meek Mill edits had been copyrighted, speculating it was someone at the Meek’s label. He described his frustration because he loved these old Meek clips, the initial reason for his edits. Knowing I was a fan of old school clip revamps, I began a deep dive into works of Knxwledge. The first video I came across was whatuneed_ and whilst it was clear there was a distinct difference in sound, the essence was still the same.
Once again, we had a producer wanting to update the energy from an old video of his favourite artist. The music’s equivalent of updating a VHS or DVD into a Blu-ray copy. You want to mimic the feeling you had of when you first watched the clip; yet when you relisten to it, the audio sounds muddy due to the video’s age and the backing track lacks that punch. The soulfulness on whatuneed_ , similar to that of Wize’s Potter Payper edit, provides a great platter for Meek’s lyricism.
We must recognise that the producers do have an advantage in these cases. This whole style relies on a sense of hindsight and the understanding what these MC’s have gone on to achieve. Back when the video surfaced, the artist would have been a newcomer and was giving it their best to prove their talent. Therefore, these old beats served to boost the genre and were ground-breaking during that period; more-so in the case of the Grime clips. The power belonged to the instrumental, with the MC having to match the energy of the track. Wize and Knxwledge have to do the reverse of that, paying homage to the moment created by the MC. We as the audience, watch these videos of Skepta and Meek Mill with the understanding that they went on to do and are doing, something greater. There is not only a sense of nostalgia when we watch these videos back but a recognition that these early examples of their talent are more important now. The videos hold more weight because they are the first embers of a fire that is currently blazing.
Both Wize and Knxwledge as fans as well producers, recognise this too. They have the same task the MC/Rapper did back then, by paying respect to the other half of the track. Their instrumental must absorb the lyrical meanings and cadences during their performance, deciding how best to uplift their performance. It is comparable to how special effects teams spend months colourising old War footage, making it easier for the modern-day audience to connect with what they are experiencing. Through their skill, they remove the barrier that is time. Acknowledging the difficulty of pulling this off only garners more respect for both the producers. Both Wize and Knxwledge are, in my opinion, creating an almost new wave in the music industry. Their ability to breath new life into already classic moments is truly beautiful. I am undoubtably a fan of this new movement and judging by the traction they are receiving, so is the rest of the World.
Here another article worth checking out ranking the top 10 WIZE edits videos!

Old habbits
Old friends
grey clouds
a few drinks
neither here nor there
some new faces
but old feelings
a sense of want
a brave face
arriving at a destination
where the train is stood still
waiting for the opportuninty
to chug along the tracks
passing red brick buildings
that have stood complacent
for many a decade
this train was full of passengers
all eager to get back home
after being away
for what seemed to be like a lifetime.
wha would they return to?
a semblance of their old life
or a chance to start anew.
a smile greeted them
that had never left
an aura that maintained
during a winter
embers ready to be welcomed
by the fresh air that
swayed about the damp
concrete streets of manchester

a life of insignificance
a life of deadlines
and dead eyes
peering into their phone
waiting for some form of good news
a release of endorphins
that’ll curl their lip upwards
in an attempt to prove to others
that they are in fact human.
Their heads constantly facing downwards
as if waiting for the ground to swallow
them up.
Yet the ground stays still
like it always did
and seems to do these days
the most stable thing in their lives
seems to be inanimate
grey
and trodden on
yet they constantly shake around
in thought
hoping they land on one
happy idea
to carry them back home
from this artifically lit
underground train track.

I recently picked up several DVD’s from a charity shop for a pound each. One of these were Enduring Love (2004), a film I had never heard of before until the moment I picked it up. Seeing pre – Bond era Daniel Craig on the front cover, I was intrigued. That intrigue was further added to by the large Red Hot balloon on which normally signifies a family friendly element to the piece of art, yet with an R-rated 18 at the bottom corner, this could not be the case.
This film has without a doubt, one of the most edge of your seat openings I have experienced. Greeted by the peaceful English countryside, I relaxed into the warmth of my sofa. “Two people having a picknick” I thought, my body sunk even further into the soft cushions. Yet in less than two minutes, the entrance of our intriguing red hot air balloon decides to take centre stage, a sense of unease crashing along behind it. Gone were the extensive shots of landscape and the gentle pace of Joe (Daniel Craig’s character) trying to open up an expensive bottle of champagne. Now came a entourage of quick cuts, close ups and shaky handheld shots which undoubtably switched up the tone. A succession of characters we weren’t familiar with then come running into frame (literally), all trying to prevent this wrecking ball of a hot air balloon from taking flight. They successfully stop it moving till what seems like a godly presence in the form of a badly timed gust of winds sends the balloon soaring upwards again. It is at this point we as the audience expect the danger to continue, which it does, yet in a way which I did not expect.

Four men, one of which is main character Joe, hangs onto the four corners of the Air balloon basket, the Dad dangling off on the rope. The roaring fire of the Balloon quiets down and makes way for the score to kick softly ebb into the film. The heavy breathing of one of the men accompanies the violins and harps. We see Joe slowly hanging in the air, he wears the face of a man who has just discovered something. Lost in the moment, he gives into his sense of feeling brought on by the weightlessness of flight. He feels like he has just discovered a superpower, yet acknowledges the increasing sense of vulnerability, between himself and his fall. The Director’s powerful metaphor for love. Or what I can only imagine love to feel like.
The man who fell was not lost, yet so assured in his thoughts that given the choice, he would have never let go.
All four men eventually let go, falling to the floor with a heavy landing. They are safe. Grounded, they stand up, looking at the hot air balloon float further off into the distance. The farther of the boy clings on. His love for his son an unfamiliar feeling to the four men who watch from the ground. At first, I thought the reason they all stood still watching because they did not know how to help the situation. Upon further thought however, I realised I was wrong. The men, joined by Joe’s partner who comes back on screen, are lost in the beauty of what they are witnessing. They watch the unfaltering love between a farther and son. A love so pure that it leads to death. The Director choses to highlight the beauty of a man hanging onto the last seconds of his life rather than the overwhelming sense of fear that the audience is expected to experience. This narrative is owed largely to Jeremy Sam’s who composed the score and did an excellent job capturing the duality between sadness and beauty. The man who fell was not lost, yet so assured in his thoughts that given the choice, he would have never let go.
The films opening conjures up so many emotions within the space of five minutes that one simply cannot forget it. Whenever I look at a hot air balloon I will recognise the presence of beauty and danger, something which seems to be underappreciated in our everyday life.
I would very much encourage that you go watch this film. As of the time of this writing it is available to stream on Netflix.

Far ahead
I look up
I constantly forget the
vastness of the landscape around me
so used to
the confined walls
of a stockroom
or the city scape
where man made
objects
cast shadows
or
keep you in a forever cycle
of want and distraction.
The air here is fresh
the sun here is striking
the plants here are emblematic
a green that implies
the soil is rich.
Not rich as in wealth
yet it can produce money
a yield providing a healthy sum
to allow for an addition to
your shelter
or a piece of clothing that
will undoubtably hold value for
many years to come.
I look up
And forget my surroundings
almost daily.
Each time I do so
my eyes try to absorb
the foreboding mountainside
without becoming
overwhelmed.
All around me
I am surrounded by stories
to be told
every insect or bird
the hero of their own
universe.
Who is worthy of telling
such a tale?
Who can comprehend the
Intricate relationships between
the people and the nature in which
they dwell?
Who can do such a landscape justice?
These are all questions
that require respectful consideration,
the answers of which shall befall
the person
that can relay the songs of the birds,
the buzzing of the insects,
the whispers of the village,
and the echoes of life
reflected within the colossal rocks
around me.

What ever happened to that little boy?
The one who used to sit
on those set of swings
near almost every day.
The one that used to walk
around with that red balloon
making innocent remarks about
the world and the strange
looking people who inhabited it.
The one who dropped his ice cream
that sunny day in June
but did not shed a single tear
yet laughed so profoundly
that every adult around him either
stared in bewilderment
or laughed along with him.
The one who had a ladybird land on him
and set him off crying
but not out of fear
yet the beauty of such a tiny creature
and it place on this great green earth.
“Apparently he grew up”
“Oh no, don’t say that.”

In this life full of sin
There is no one way
Journey
no one way road
that one can travel
especially alone.
If one does
they will soon realise
how futile their footsteps are
like any imprint or
work of art on sand
or even out of sand,
that is temporary.
It is temporary
A fleeting thought
A has-been.
Someone who looks at the sky
and scrunches their face
at the clouds formations.
They will pass almost
as quickly
as you
so make sure your companions
on this equally as fraught road
are as aware as you.
Perhaps show them
these set of lines
in hopes that it’ll
have a profound effect
on them
as it did to the person
who pieced these words
together in order
to form a semblance of
thought.
An idea that did
not guarantee the
“success”
of the person who wrote
this
yet gave them a fighting chance.
In this life of Sin
there is no set path
so make sure your thoughts
are as Sturdy as
the rocks you place your feet on.
Because when they sink
so does your head
the vessel that kept
your thoughts
afloat.

The colouring pencil in his hand
looked new.
The colour didn’t matter.
He lay there
figuring out which part of the Globe
to paint next.
He scratched his head
He had to be sure
Whatever he filled in the next needed to be right
The right portion of the world
himself
another culture
another hobby
he wanted to understand
to learn
to discover
because that is life
at least his life
One that was currently in need
of a new pencil
and not a new holder
a common misunderstanding
but a drastic one.
Afterall
he was the only one who
could hold the pencil.
Otherwise he would never
recognise the world he had coloured.

I have a lot
of love
to show this world
and the various
moving pieces
that Crawl its surface
but sometimes I can’t
tap into it
Staring into a Well
that I know
that I can see
is full of water
but I cannot access it.
My mind simply does not
want me to
and neither does my body.
I reach a hand out
only to watch my fingers
pass through it
droplets trickling off my
once dry fingers
with only the occasional
spec of water to prove
the Wells existence.
I look down in dismay
only for someone
to tap me on the shoulder
a friendly face
a warm smile
and what seems like a
spec of hope
more abstract that
than the droplets that
ran off my hand earlier
yet so much more tangible.
A warmth so present
I can feel it against my skin.
A future of feelings
made possible once again.