With his new album, The Unmaster, rapper Dizraeli narrates his own struggle with mental health, unpicking the many toxic ways in which men are socialised to stay silent. Here, he opens up about dreams, self-love and the importance of communication.
A mixture of fear and excitement. Fear at the state of the planet and our insane inability to move ourselves to action. Excitement at the incredible music that is exploding out of this mess. The news is worse and worse, and the music is better and better.
Coping with shit on your own. I used to think the ability to do that was the central pillar of my manhood, but it turns out it’s just silly, or at worst poisonous. Now I’m working on my ability to talk to people about what’s upsetting me, and it’s a lot better. Once you acknowledge that you don’t necessarily know best how to deal with the storms and obstacles in your brain, you open the door to 7 billion other people who might have some experience in dealing with these things, or some tools you haven’t picked up yet. Also, going through bad things in company is much more liveable than going through them on my own. I feel a lot closer to my friends than I used to.
Ahh many more things than one thing, but one of the many… An openminded love of words.
The ability to recognise their own struggles and wounds, and to at least try and understand themself. I appreciate my partner so much for the work she’s done knowing herself and her turmoil. I aspire to be like that too.
Breaking the fast with some Sudanese friends in the refugee camp in Calais, with a dried date, and just getting the contact high of their appreciation for that food, and feeling so much awe at their ability to smile in the context of that much hardship.
The last one I can remember was about a giant tsunami flooding the city, sweeping all my loved ones away.
You are not at the centre of the universe, and it doesn’t matter at all if you fuck up. You are loved, and you deserve it.
I’d like to apologise to the people I hurt by being careless with their hearts, through a combination of arrogance and self-loathing. I’ve been a dick sometimes.