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Paxico Records Limited Edition Cassette Tapes

“Very refreshing, well thought out soulful production.”
–Karriem Riggins

“Exotic cuisines from distant lands. Raw foods for the soul.”
–Mndsgn

“Paxico has been doing great things for awhile now. Malik’s album is another example.”
–House Shoes

“This is the project I hoped he would bless us with.”
–Count Bass D

Kendrick Lamar - "Love + Me + You" [Malik flip]

this one. love you brotha. always right on time. ✨👌🏾
grateful for this dude right here. so...as the story goes, i played a couple of sets for an @intlanthem event at @h0l0.nyc. close to this time last year. the dude who was managing the space and i hit it off fairly quickly. he introduced himself as @joey_desktop and let me know that he was familiar with @paxicorecords and some of the imprint’s output. we exchanged math and, shortly after, he reached out to ask if i was interested in partnering up with him to develop a monthly event. i was all ears and we set a date. a couple of weeks later, i made my way to h0l0 to meet up with him to exchange some ideas. looking back, i remember it being a strange night. it was a wednesday, the weather was starting to cool and there was a wack turn up party happening in the space. when their bouncer didn’t show, he asked if i’d fill in. i’ve bounced for years all over BK + NY, the crowd was easy, it was a quick bit of change and i’d get to soak in the space a little more. sure. why not? the night went by uneventfully, joey and i dapped it up and i bounced on my bike. a few blocks away, as i was bombing it down a hill, standing up on the pedals, with no lights and no helmet, a guy kicked his car door out as i passed by. trust. i’m lucky to be alive. i’m lucky i don’t have brain damage. the way i flipped, i know my angels caught me. alhamdulillah. not yet. i eventually had surgery and spent a few months in bed. four months total in the house. six months relearning to move and eventually bend my leg. and eight months relearning to walk. i still won’t run for another year. but this guy kept tabs on me thru all that. when some of my closest friends and family didn’t. almost like he was obligated to or something. little messages here and there. but that meant the world to me when i was trapped inside, trying to not lose my mind. he’ll always go down as a real one for that. and when it was time for me to re-enter the world again? he was right there. same as it ever was. salute, my guy. thank you for all of that. even the experience and ordeal itself. it’s shaped me in ways that i may never fully understand. physically + mentally. and i’m forever grateful for that. now let’s build.
burn your idols.
playing with some very good people & a few old friends in a couple of weeks. come thru. #Repost @offthescene_ ・・・ Our next show in two weeks. Thank you for everyone for rocking with us. We are at a new location! RSVP link in bio.
reflections on life + love. 45s + avenues. the ebb + the flow. salute to a gem dropper for real, for real. got me missing East LA in a real way today. cuchifritos on me next go around 💎✨👌🏾
🖥
108 E 51st St. i first walked through this little door just over a year ago. i had been hired on as a manager for Crossroads Community Services....a humble non-profit run out of St. Bartholomew’s Church on Park Ave. that operated a soup kitchen, food pantry, women’s bed respite and food rescue program that served nearly 8,000 meals and families in need, on a monthly basis. i needed a job. and the benefits looked decent. but i hadn’t the slightest clue that i would witness the best of life and some of its greatest miracles within this place. i’ve gotten some of my deepest lessons in this place. community. compassion. patience. humility. strength and perseverance. i learned that every human being - no matter their condition - has the capability to be of contribution. and that there is a very real, stark difference between charity and standing in solidarity with others. some of the most meaningful friendships that i have fostered in NYC were created here. this is my final week here....and it’s been an emotional one, to say the least. but the lessons imparted upon me will stay close to my heart forever and i am so, so thankful for EVERYthing that this past year has exposed me to. the highs and the lows. what a Blessing. i can’t tell you how many times someone has gotten on a crowded A or E train, smelling to high heaven while asking for change, only to turn around, see me and exclaim, ‘eeeeeeeyyyyy Malik!!’, while everyone else stares at us. alhamdulillah. that i can be present enough to connect with people on that level and simply be with them. meet them where they are at. that their humanity is no longer invisible to me......what a wonderful Gift to depart with. i’m no Saint. by any stretch. but i’ll always cherish that. i’ll still be coming back to volunteer from time to time and - should you feel compelled to do so - give me a shout. they could always use a pair of hands and a caring heart. or ears. some of these cats want me to throw a jam for them at some point. might have to make that happen.
yeah.....i just did that. if you know me or came to visit me this past winter you know this is huge for me. six months ago i was just starting to venture outside after being stuck in my bed for two months. i was (and very much so still am) recovering from surgery to repair PCL + MCL ligaments that were torn from the bone and a destabilized meniscal root. the procedure was deep and long (6+ hours) and required a tunnel being drilled to my shin to reach the work site. my surgeon - dr. gregory difelice at weil-cornell should you need a good orthopedic surgeon - champions a 60-year old procedure that uses only the native ligament. after he wove it back together and braced it to the bone, my leg had to stay straight and still, 24-7 in a metal contraption for a couple of months, causing my right leg muscles to atrophy. my surgeon said that the recovery would suck and he called it right. but i survived...for better or worse. i still won’t be able to jog or run for a year, and the bend radius on my knee isn’t complete....yet. but damn did this feel good. no crutches, no cane and no brace. and i walked fast enough to catch pedestrian rage. i deserve to feel proud about that. 🏃🏾‍♂️💨
peace peace. returning back to @elsewherespace this sunday to play some beats in support of some good humans. this time in zone one. sunday. 8.19. doors at 8.00. performances kick off at 8.30. #nostrumgrocers #elsewherebrooklyn
moment from friday evening. courtesy of @jitwam. glad to be winding down from a busy weekend. closing it all out this afternoon with my @paxicorecords friends + familia at @halcyon_nyc. pull up. festivities run 4-8.
three kings. and to think.....i almost didn’t come. love y’all fellas. thanks for bringing a little bit of home to me this week. been a lil tough and i definitely needed that boost, yo.
mad overdue. with @byggie + my brother @mndsgn_.
#Repost @byggie ・・・ How will we protect Black women and girls? All of us are complicit and responsible. How much longer can we tolerate these modern day lynchings, violent white supremacist murderers living amongst us, and more dangerous than that - the ideology that permeates every single institution and system in our country? If your organization has no leaders of color - that has played a part in Nia’s murder. If your wellness programs have hardly any people of color in attendance - that aided in Nia’s murder. If your neighborhood is rapidly gentrifying, and you’re not connected to the day-to-day experience of the young people there - that aided in Nia’s murder. If you are of means and are tolerating your kids going to a segregated school - that played a part in Nia’s murder. If you live in a racial and cultural silo where your community is hoarding the majority of the resources and you’re okay with that - that definitely aided in Nia’s murder. If this post makes you uncomfortable and emotional, and you want to/or have already scrolled right past it to pretend you haven’t read any of this - that is the very mechanism that has aided in the deeply sick thinking that caused her murderer to do what he did, in the way that he did it. This is not isolated, it’s not out-of-the-ordinary in terms of what we as a society has deemed acceptable to do to Black bodies, and the fact that we say we’re horrified and heartbroken, but are complicit in perpetuating these systems, is some got-dam bullshit, and deep down we all know it. That’s why we are depressed, drug/food/work addicted, trying to cover up how dehumanized we all feel most-of-the-time, because we drank the Koolaid, and are still trying to “make it” in a country that is actually okay with murder. What you can begin doing is looking at what role you play, where you are a gatekeeper for decision making in your community, work, life, and how your decisions now will impact (good/bad) multiple generations beyond you. We all have that reckoning with ourselves, some much more than others. . . . #niawilson #modernlynching #bayarea #bart #amerikkka #complicit #responsibility #accomplice ______________________
@paxicorecords takeover at @halcyon_nyc. sunday. 8/12. 4pm to 8pm. free entry + all ages. fall through. dig for some records. drink some coffee. hear some chunes.
this one. love you brotha. always right on time. ✨👌🏾
this one. love you brotha. always right on time. ✨👌🏾
grateful for this dude right here. so...as the story goes, i played a couple of sets for an @intlanthem event at @h0l0.nyc. close to this time last year. the dude who was managing the space and i hit it off fairly quickly. he introduced himself as @joey_desktop and let me know that he was familiar with @paxicorecords and some of the imprint’s output. we exchanged math and, shortly after, he reached out to ask if i was interested in partnering up with him to develop a monthly event. i was all ears and we set a date. a couple of weeks later, i made my way to h0l0 to meet up with him to exchange some ideas. looking back, i remember it being a strange night. it was a wednesday, the weather was starting to cool and there was a wack turn up party happening in the space. when their bouncer didn’t show, he asked if i’d fill in. i’ve bounced for years all over BK + NY, the crowd was easy, it was a quick bit of change and i’d get to soak in the space a little more. sure. why not? the night went by uneventfully, joey and i dapped it up and i bounced on my bike. a few blocks away, as i was bombing it down a hill, standing up on the pedals, with no lights and no helmet, a guy kicked his car door out as i passed by. trust. i’m lucky to be alive. i’m lucky i don’t have brain damage. the way i flipped, i know my angels caught me. alhamdulillah. not yet. i eventually had surgery and spent a few months in bed. four months total in the house. six months relearning to move and eventually bend my leg. and eight months relearning to walk. i still won’t run for another year. but this guy kept tabs on me thru all that. when some of my closest friends and family didn’t. almost like he was obligated to or something. little messages here and there. but that meant the world to me when i was trapped inside, trying to not lose my mind. he’ll always go down as a real one for that. and when it was time for me to re-enter the world again? he was right there. same as it ever was. salute, my guy. thank you for all of that. even the experience and ordeal itself. it’s shaped me in ways that i may never fully understand. physically + mentally. and i’m forever grateful for that. now let’s build.
grateful for this dude right here. so...as the story goes, i played a couple of sets for an @intlanthem event at @h0l0.nyc. close to this time last year. the dude who was managing the space and i hit it off fairly quickly. he introduced himself as @joey_desktop and let me know that he was familiar with @paxicorecords and some of the imprint’s output. we exchanged math and, shortly after, he reached out to ask if i was interested in partnering up with him to develop a monthly event. i was all ears and we set a date. a couple of weeks later, i made my way to h0l0 to meet up with him to exchange some ideas. looking back, i remember it being a strange night. it was a wednesday, the weather was starting to cool and there was a wack turn up party happening in the space. when their bouncer didn’t show, he asked if i’d fill in. i’ve bounced for years all over BK + NY, the crowd was easy, it was a quick bit of change and i’d get to soak in the space a little more. sure. why not? the night went by uneventfully, joey and i dapped it up and i bounced on my bike. a few blocks away, as i was bombing it down a hill, standing up on the pedals, with no lights and no helmet, a guy kicked his car door out as i passed by. trust. i’m lucky to be alive. i’m lucky i don’t have brain damage. the way i flipped, i know my angels caught me. alhamdulillah. not yet. i eventually had surgery and spent a few months in bed. four months total in the house. six months relearning to move and eventually bend my leg. and eight months relearning to walk. i still won’t run for another year. but this guy kept tabs on me thru all that. when some of my closest friends and family didn’t. almost like he was obligated to or something. little messages here and there. but that meant the world to me when i was trapped inside, trying to not lose my mind. he’ll always go down as a real one for that. and when it was time for me to re-enter the world again? he was right there. same as it ever was. salute, my guy. thank you for all of that. even the experience and ordeal itself. it’s shaped me in ways that i may never fully understand. physically + mentally. and i’m forever grateful for that. now let’s build.
burn your idols.
burn your idols.
playing with some very good people & a few old friends in a couple of weeks. come thru. #Repost @offthescene_ ・・・ Our next show in two weeks. Thank you for everyone for rocking with us. We are at a new location! RSVP link in bio.
playing with some very good people & a few old friends in a couple of weeks. come thru. #Repost @offthescene_ ・・・ Our next show in two weeks. Thank you for everyone for rocking with us. We are at a new location! RSVP link in bio.
reflections on life + love. 45s + avenues. the ebb + the flow. salute to a gem dropper for real, for real. got me missing East LA in a real way today. cuchifritos on me next go around 💎✨👌🏾
reflections on life + love. 45s + avenues. the ebb + the flow. salute to a gem dropper for real, for real. got me missing East LA in a real way today. cuchifritos on me next go around 💎✨👌🏾
🖥
🖥
had to skate out of town for the weekend and hate to miss the album release party of my young brother @pinksiifu at @h0l0.nyc this weekend. immensely proud of the King’s growth. easily one of my favorite writers today. highly recommend going if tickets are still available. so much family on the bill. @bandelabandela + @_osun + too many others to list. track: malik + pink siifu - ‘low key’. 👑👌🏾✨
108 E 51st St. i first walked through this little door just over a year ago. i had been hired on as a manager for Crossroads Community Services....a humble non-profit run out of St. Bartholomew’s Church on Park Ave. that operated a soup kitchen, food pantry, women’s bed respite and food rescue program that served nearly 8,000 meals and families in need, on a monthly basis. i needed a job. and the benefits looked decent. but i hadn’t the slightest clue that i would witness the best of life and some of its greatest miracles within this place. i’ve gotten some of my deepest lessons in this place. community. compassion. patience. humility. strength and perseverance. i learned that every human being - no matter their condition - has the capability to be of contribution. and that there is a very real, stark difference between charity and standing in solidarity with others. some of the most meaningful friendships that i have fostered in NYC were created here. this is my final week here....and it’s been an emotional one, to say the least. but the lessons imparted upon me will stay close to my heart forever and i am so, so thankful for EVERYthing that this past year has exposed me to. the highs and the lows. what a Blessing. i can’t tell you how many times someone has gotten on a crowded A or E train, smelling to high heaven while asking for change, only to turn around, see me and exclaim, ‘eeeeeeeyyyyy Malik!!’, while everyone else stares at us. alhamdulillah. that i can be present enough to connect with people on that level and simply be with them. meet them where they are at. that their humanity is no longer invisible to me......what a wonderful Gift to depart with. i’m no Saint. by any stretch. but i’ll always cherish that. i’ll still be coming back to volunteer from time to time and - should you feel compelled to do so - give me a shout. they could always use a pair of hands and a caring heart. or ears. some of these cats want me to throw a jam for them at some point. might have to make that happen.
108 E 51st St. i first walked through this little door just over a year ago. i had been hired on as a manager for Crossroads Community Services....a humble non-profit run out of St. Bartholomew’s Church on Park Ave. that operated a soup kitchen, food pantry, women’s bed respite and food rescue program that served nearly 8,000 meals and families in need, on a monthly basis. i needed a job. and the benefits looked decent. but i hadn’t the slightest clue that i would witness the best of life and some of its greatest miracles within this place. i’ve gotten some of my deepest lessons in this place. community. compassion. patience. humility. strength and perseverance. i learned that every human being - no matter their condition - has the capability to be of contribution. and that there is a very real, stark difference between charity and standing in solidarity with others. some of the most meaningful friendships that i have fostered in NYC were created here. this is my final week here....and it’s been an emotional one, to say the least. but the lessons imparted upon me will stay close to my heart forever and i am so, so thankful for EVERYthing that this past year has exposed me to. the highs and the lows. what a Blessing. i can’t tell you how many times someone has gotten on a crowded A or E train, smelling to high heaven while asking for change, only to turn around, see me and exclaim, ‘eeeeeeeyyyyy Malik!!’, while everyone else stares at us. alhamdulillah. that i can be present enough to connect with people on that level and simply be with them. meet them where they are at. that their humanity is no longer invisible to me......what a wonderful Gift to depart with. i’m no Saint. by any stretch. but i’ll always cherish that. i’ll still be coming back to volunteer from time to time and - should you feel compelled to do so - give me a shout. they could always use a pair of hands and a caring heart. or ears. some of these cats want me to throw a jam for them at some point. might have to make that happen.
‘ m a i l b o x m o n e y ‘ | haven’t left this place in a year and, in true codependent fashion, i’m already missing it. despite the ebbs and flows....highs and lows....the constant build and destroy. her frankness and authenticity in presenting to me exactly where i am positioned on this walk through life is always, always appreciated, respected and welcomed. flawless with her delivery. still, looking forward to the mental health break that leaving the city can be. @nightworksshow tomorrow night in Boston. 8.25. no. 338 newbury, st. 8pm - 1am.
making my first ever trip to Boston this weekend to play @nightworksshow with some dope people. been looking forward to this and hope to see you there. #Repost @nightworksshow ・・・ NIGHTWORKS EPISODE 8 August 25th featuring @malikabdulrahmaan Seneca B (@celinnndion) @bigwavecouchsurfer @strobeiw @wonpounds +Resident @dustymanip Hosted by @itsjustkadeem Visuals by @samoyo Art Curation by @1percentgallery TriMe Interactive Experience by @dynamic.phil Track: @malikabdulrahmaan ”Thinking of Buda” (Link in bio!!!)

 

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