Jun Seba (瀬葉淳) (February 7, 1974 - February 26, 2010) was a Japanese hip-ho… Read Full Bio ↴Jun Seba (瀬葉淳) (February 7, 1974 - February 26, 2010) was a Japanese hip-hop music producer who recorded under the name Nujabes (new-jah-behz; which is simply his real name spelled backwards). His music is known for a strong cool jazz influence, frequently using samples from artists like Miles Davis and Yusef Lateef.
He was also an owner of "tribe", a record store in Shibuya, Tokyo, and led indie record label Hyde-Out Productions. He released two albums in Japan, Metaphorical Music in 2003 and Modal Soul in 2005. He was also a member of the production duo Urbanforest, an experimental collaboration with Nao Tokui (appearing on the Lady Brown 12").
In addition to Japanese artists like Shing02 and Minmi, he has collaborated with underground American hip-hop acts Cyne, Apani B-Fly, Five Deez, Substantial, Fat Jon and British rapper Funky DL.
He has also contributed music to the soundtrack of Samurai Champloo, an anime which blends a setting in feudal Japan with modern anachronisms, especially hip-hop music.
On March 17, 2010, it was announced on the Hyde-Out Productions website that Jun passed away on February 26, 2010 at the age of 36 after being involved in a serious car accident on the Tokyo Metropolitan Expressway. He was promptly transported to the hospital, where attempts to revive him were unsuccessful. An English announcement was made on March 18 by friend and collaborator Shing02 on the Empire22 website:
Today, I have very somber news for the international hip hop community, especially fans of the independent hip hop scene, and those who have followed my career.
It has been announced that Jun Seba, aka Nujabes, Japanese hip hop producer extraordinaire, passed away late February. Official statement from the label (in Japanese) here:
http://hydeout.net/hydeout/2010/03/_hydeoutproductions.html
We deeply regret the loss of a unique talent and a close friend. Through his soulful music, Nujabes has touched so many people around the world, even beyond his dreams. He was a mysterious character to most as he avoided the public limelight, rarely conducted interviews, so only a few got to know the man behind the signature production. Yet it continued to amaze me how young listeners of all backgrounds learned of his enigmatic name, and expressed support for his music.
As I write now from Japan, I had been leaving him messages the past couple of weeks, trying to get in the studio together, so the news could not have come any more unexpected. Even last week, I passed by his house and called him thinking he was still home.
I met Nujabes around 2000 and as an upcoming MC, I was fortunate to work on tracks such as Battlecry, F.I.L.O, Luv(sic) parts 1, 2 and 3. We had been working on the next trilogy of Luv(sic) over the past year (which we're determined to see through). The last time we talked in January, Nujabes emailed me to wish Jeff Resurreccion, a 19-year old beatboxer who had just passed way from cancer, his heartfelt condolences.
While we continue to respect the privacy of his family, we will work to preserve his legacy, and pay tribute to the body of work, some unreleased, that he has left for us to enjoy. Jun Seba will be dearly missed by his family, friends, colleagues, and fans worldwide.
in peace,
Shing02
He was also an owner of "tribe", a record store in Shibuya, Tokyo, and led indie record label Hyde-Out Productions. He released two albums in Japan, Metaphorical Music in 2003 and Modal Soul in 2005. He was also a member of the production duo Urbanforest, an experimental collaboration with Nao Tokui (appearing on the Lady Brown 12").
In addition to Japanese artists like Shing02 and Minmi, he has collaborated with underground American hip-hop acts Cyne, Apani B-Fly, Five Deez, Substantial, Fat Jon and British rapper Funky DL.
He has also contributed music to the soundtrack of Samurai Champloo, an anime which blends a setting in feudal Japan with modern anachronisms, especially hip-hop music.
On March 17, 2010, it was announced on the Hyde-Out Productions website that Jun passed away on February 26, 2010 at the age of 36 after being involved in a serious car accident on the Tokyo Metropolitan Expressway. He was promptly transported to the hospital, where attempts to revive him were unsuccessful. An English announcement was made on March 18 by friend and collaborator Shing02 on the Empire22 website:
Today, I have very somber news for the international hip hop community, especially fans of the independent hip hop scene, and those who have followed my career.
It has been announced that Jun Seba, aka Nujabes, Japanese hip hop producer extraordinaire, passed away late February. Official statement from the label (in Japanese) here:
http://hydeout.net/hydeout/2010/03/_hydeoutproductions.html
We deeply regret the loss of a unique talent and a close friend. Through his soulful music, Nujabes has touched so many people around the world, even beyond his dreams. He was a mysterious character to most as he avoided the public limelight, rarely conducted interviews, so only a few got to know the man behind the signature production. Yet it continued to amaze me how young listeners of all backgrounds learned of his enigmatic name, and expressed support for his music.
As I write now from Japan, I had been leaving him messages the past couple of weeks, trying to get in the studio together, so the news could not have come any more unexpected. Even last week, I passed by his house and called him thinking he was still home.
I met Nujabes around 2000 and as an upcoming MC, I was fortunate to work on tracks such as Battlecry, F.I.L.O, Luv(sic) parts 1, 2 and 3. We had been working on the next trilogy of Luv(sic) over the past year (which we're determined to see through). The last time we talked in January, Nujabes emailed me to wish Jeff Resurreccion, a 19-year old beatboxer who had just passed way from cancer, his heartfelt condolences.
While we continue to respect the privacy of his family, we will work to preserve his legacy, and pay tribute to the body of work, some unreleased, that he has left for us to enjoy. Jun Seba will be dearly missed by his family, friends, colleagues, and fans worldwide.
in peace,
Shing02
Luv Grand Finale
Nujabes Lyrics
I met a metaphorical girl in a metaphysical world
Now you got me day dreaming, sleeping in a curl
Her name on my tongue, a fresh flavor, yup
Whenever she popped up, put a swirl on my cone
I used to rap like I had some marbles in my mouth
But the stones turned precious when they all came out
On a string of deep thought that could never be bought
Body rock don't stop, be bop to hip hop
Cold as ice so I stared as it thawed to the floor
What was left a shoestring budget on call
Then these new styles came along
Some on to the next on some other hit, their own trip
Colors faded on airbrushed centerfolds, dated
Make you feel old and jaded
The point was to make it and we made it but
We didn't know how to keep it
Like nice kicks that wouldn't fit
Only way was to box it up and duct tape it up
Store it underneath the bed and open it up
Once in a blue moon
Think about a cool ending
To a story that ended too soon
Gotta bring back the feeling
I'll do anything not to be stuck on fiending
A pen can be sharper than a scalpel to a patient
To an open heart, it's a daily operation
After six come seven and eight
Access code to the pearly gates
They say heaven can wait
And you speak of fate
A finale to a play for my mate
I see the angels draw the drapes
Over the earthscape
Where the wine is the spirit of grapes
Gotta finish what we started, so I cut the tape
As our records will stay on rotate
You say a circle is a flawless shape
Every part equi-distance from the center
On the arc without a start or a finish
A line on a loop carries weight
A freight train runs unabated
Views vanish from my point vantage
Passages come in and out
The way I recall your antics (how I remember your antics)
Still alive 'cause I said it
A life of its own unless we dead it
Till they see our name in credits
A labor of love you mean slavery
Surely, it's been quite savory
Crepe on the balcony, verbal alchemy
Pure magic when she touches me
I read that love is kind but it's also blind of any style
You profess, would you be my guest (you could be my guest)
Happiness is a hot potato that you can't possess for long
Just pass it on like asong
And I might look calm and collected at a glance
But I taste the void when I'm not connected
To the world kinetic, as opposed to static
Idle hands a workshop of a digital addict (a modern-day addict)
On a hot streak for inspiration is key to feed
The mind in need of stimulation
Elevator music to the space station
Penthouse of stars a-blazing
After six come seven and eight
Access code to the pearly gates
They say heaven can wait
And you speak of fate
A finale to a play for my mate
I see the angels draw the drapes
Over the earthscape
Where the wine is the spirit of grapes
Gotta finish what we started, so I cut this tape
As our records will stay on rotate
Now you got me day dreaming, sleeping in a curl
Her name on my tongue, a fresh flavor, yup
Whenever she popped up, put a swirl on my cone
I used to rap like I had some marbles in my mouth
But the stones turned precious when they all came out
On a string of deep thought that could never be bought
Body rock don't stop, be bop to hip hop
Cold as ice so I stared as it thawed to the floor
What was left a shoestring budget on call
Some on to the next on some other hit, their own trip
Colors faded on airbrushed centerfolds, dated
Make you feel old and jaded
The point was to make it and we made it but
We didn't know how to keep it
Like nice kicks that wouldn't fit
Only way was to box it up and duct tape it up
Store it underneath the bed and open it up
Once in a blue moon
Think about a cool ending
To a story that ended too soon
Gotta bring back the feeling
I'll do anything not to be stuck on fiending
A pen can be sharper than a scalpel to a patient
To an open heart, it's a daily operation
After six come seven and eight
Access code to the pearly gates
They say heaven can wait
And you speak of fate
A finale to a play for my mate
I see the angels draw the drapes
Over the earthscape
Where the wine is the spirit of grapes
Gotta finish what we started, so I cut the tape
As our records will stay on rotate
You say a circle is a flawless shape
Every part equi-distance from the center
On the arc without a start or a finish
A line on a loop carries weight
A freight train runs unabated
Views vanish from my point vantage
Passages come in and out
The way I recall your antics (how I remember your antics)
Still alive 'cause I said it
A life of its own unless we dead it
Till they see our name in credits
A labor of love you mean slavery
Surely, it's been quite savory
Crepe on the balcony, verbal alchemy
Pure magic when she touches me
I read that love is kind but it's also blind of any style
You profess, would you be my guest (you could be my guest)
Happiness is a hot potato that you can't possess for long
Just pass it on like asong
And I might look calm and collected at a glance
But I taste the void when I'm not connected
To the world kinetic, as opposed to static
Idle hands a workshop of a digital addict (a modern-day addict)
On a hot streak for inspiration is key to feed
The mind in need of stimulation
Elevator music to the space station
Penthouse of stars a-blazing
After six come seven and eight
Access code to the pearly gates
They say heaven can wait
And you speak of fate
A finale to a play for my mate
I see the angels draw the drapes
Over the earthscape
Where the wine is the spirit of grapes
Gotta finish what we started, so I cut this tape
As our records will stay on rotate
Lyrics © O/B/O APRA AMCOS
Written by: Ashley Gorley, Jun Seba
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I met a metaphorical girl in a metaphysical world
Now you got me day dreaming, sleeping in a curl
Her name on my tongue, a fresh flavor, yup
Whenever she popped up, put a swirl on my cone
I used to rap like I had some marbles in my mouth
But the stones turned precious when they all came out
On a string of deep thought that could never be bought
Body rock don’t stop, be bop to hip hop
Cold as ice so I stared as it thawed to the floor
What was left a shoestring budget on call
Then these new styles came along
Some on to the next on some other hit, their own trip
Colors faded on airbrushed centerfolds, dated
Make you feel old and jaded
The point was to make it and we made it but
We didn’t know how to keep it
Like nice kicks. that wouldn’t fit
Only way was to box it up and duct tape it up
Store it underneath the bed and open it up
Once in a blue moon
Think about a cool ending
To a story that ended too soon
Gotta bring back the feeling
I’ll do anything not to be stuck on fiending
A pen can be sharper than a scalpel to a patient
To an open heart, it’s a daily operation
After six come seven and eight
Access code to the pearly gates
They say heaven can wait
And you speak of fate
A finale to a play for my mate
I see the angels draw the drapes
Over the earthscape
Where the wine is the spirit of grapes
Gotta finish what we started, so I cut the tape
As our records will stay on rotate
You say a circle is a flawless shape
Every part equi-distance from the center
On the arc without a start or a finish
A line on a loop carries weight
A freight train runs unabated
Views vanish from my point vantage
Passages come in and out
The way I recall your antics (how I remember your antics)
Still alive ’cause I said it
A life of its own unless we dead it
Till they see our name in credits
A labor of love you mean slavery
Surely, it’s been quite savory
Crepe on the balcony, verbal alchemy
Pure magic when she touches me
I read that love is kind but it’s also blind of any style
You profess, would you be my guest (you could be my guest)
Happiness is a hot potato that you can’t possess for long
Just pass it on like asong
And I might look calm and collected at a glance
But I taste the void when I’m not connected
To the world kinetic, as opposed to static
Idle hands a workshop of a digital addict (a modern-day addict)
On a hot streak for inspiration is key to feed
The mind in need of stimulation
Elevator music to the space station
Penthouse of stars a-blazing
After six come seven and eight
Access code to the pearly gates
They say heaven can wait
And you speak of fate
A finale to a play for my mate
I see the angels draw the drapes
Over the earthscape
Where the wine is the spirit of grapes
Gotta finish what we started, so I cut this tape
As our records will stay on rotate
<3
from https://genius.com/Nujabes-luvsic-grand-finale-lyrics
@daowec2
Much love to anyone reading this and vibing.
@gage1044
69 very nice 👍
@renzo.groove
Love for your soul too 🙏🏽
@hokosset8790
Much love to you too man
@unknown-zm4zx
<3
@edrecinos1863
🎵
@skoptsy4851
This is such a bitter/sweet song. Life has been really bitter to me these past number of years so this song tastes really sweet right now.
I wonder what he's up to in heaven.
@xXm619killaxX
Playing the tracks that could have been to God 🙏
@georgeharrison5643
Teaching God to vibe
@milkmanswife93696
hey, I hope you're doing better now. wishing you peace, happiness, and freedom from suffering.