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WHEN KINGDOME COMES…

Thursday, November 16th, 2006

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Editor’s note: DP dot com football pooler and drinking buddy 40 DILLA has gifted us with another drop, but this time he gives us his passion for Hip-Hop and cRap music with a review of the ‘Kingdome Come’ CD. This disk is turning out to be one of the most downloaded and discussed albums of all time. I’ve read several thorough reviews of the album and I was pleased when 40 submitted his take for publication. If you are a JAY-Z stan, or even a fan of today’s current pop music you should lend 40 your eyes for a moment so that he can open them up wide.

When Kingome Comes…

It seemed I’d catch heat from people when I told them I wasn’t clickin’ on any of the first three singles that dropped. I was called hater for 30 mins straight while in the barber’s chair. Needless to say this album dropped and only trend humpers would defend this mediocrity…

40 Dilla gives it 3 outta 5. He actually gets a 1/2 point just for being Jay, but for a “comeback album” he should have stayed with pushing off of Bryon Russell and canning the winning shot for his final championship.

I still think his career is gonna finish like Jordan – getting fired from his front office job and having to leave with some sort of shame and disgust. Sadly this could have been fixed with a mere $2 – a pen & a pad.

Actually I had high standards for it. I mean since Jay has entered that “rarified air” of hip-hop royalty I have a different set of criteria for him that I only reserve for the “greats”. My issue with it was that I had expected more for this piece de resistance comeback album. I usually don’t DL albums off of SOHH and I’m a pretty opinionated person as it is so I don’t see myself succumbing to the manic crack-babyness of Spot discussion…

Now for Mr. Jones album I’ve heard two songs – “Hip-Hop Is Dead” which is cool but the rehashing of “Thief’s Theme” is very meh to me. “The N” I’m digging right now, but alas its only two songs. I could be as honest with Nas ‘ next effort. Because as much as I got love for Nas, I don’t have “Nastradamus” and “I Am” got medium spins at that from me. So that just to say even if I consider you one of the bests you still don’t get “Instant Classic” status like they give out on SOHH….

I mean be honest for “Kingdom Come” – I was told that there was like 3-4 Dre tracks and my neck didn’t snap once while listening to it… I’m actually disappointed. Its like having a kid doing bad in school and you know he can do better and your just hoping that he does, or you keep having him try again with the hopes of better results… You wanna call yourself savior, king, president, etc, I’m gonna judge more stringently. Like honors kids can’t get away with pulling special ed quality work ya’ know?

My thing with Jay is that he lies to himself, its almost tragic. I think this guy legitimately respects the lyrical abilities of Common, Ghost, Kweli, Mos, AND Nas. He wants to be lauded by his fellow artists as an artist. You ask anyone about Jay and people cite his savvy before they site his skills. His rags to riches story is truly the American dream, but I think he’s caught in a real conundrum and that bothers him. He’ll never be truly appreciated by the business world (he owns a 5% stake in a group that holds a 15% interest of the Nets, and Ratner is getting tons of mileage out of it) and he’ll always be at the bottom 5 of the average person’s top-10 lists. So what its gonna be Jay? I look at it two ways…

1. You’re rich beyond your wildest dreams. You’re the president of the pre-eminent rap label in history. You spent your last “magnum opus” crowing about how artistically unappreciated you are. So buck up. You’re retired this album isn’t gonna make or break you at this point so go ahead – be an artist. I’m sure his album sales are probably one of his smaller checks. He has access to whomever he wants – USE THEM. While on your yacht in Ibiza, use your Bulgari pen and jot a few rhymes down. We won’t hold it against you. BASICALLY HE CAN AFFORD TO BE ARTSY.

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2. Become Jay-Z the mogul. Russell Simmons 2.0 and become raps first billionaire. I was actually growing fond of Shawn Carter the Business Man. I was impressed with the opportunities presented to him and the way he was going about that. I was legitimately interested in watching his corporate sucess. I mean this was a guy I stood next to at The Roxy in 1998 and we’re both waiting to order a drink. To see someone go from that to where he is now is impressive. And I continue to be interested where he takes it…

Unfortunately, #1 seems to still matter to him – OR THATS WHAT HE’S TRYING TO SELL TO THE TRUE FANS OF RAP (as opposed to the TRL set). So at this point – pick a side Jay. Just stick with it for a few years. Honestly I don’t think people would be mad with either decision.

Shit, I’m almost 32, with a great job, health benefits, saving to buy a home, and pushing a sizable whip and I’M NOT FEELING IT. I think this album will probably alienate most of his younger fan base and become the soundtrack for people going through their mid-life crisis. You know those people in their late 30’s who are trying to get some of their cool swagger back. Parents will think this album will bridge the generational gap by thinking “its hot” and kids will roll their eyes in the back of the minivan like “Why do they like this old guy”. Someone here made a good point about if this was some rookie’s first album it would be a little more acceptable. But understand this – this is going to be the first rap album that alot of people will have bought in a while or even for the first time. All those NASCAR fans who loved seeing Dale Jr., all his new fans from the Bud commercial, those are the people that will be loving this drivel…

DALLAS PENN Hearts SPY Magazine

Monday, November 13th, 2006

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This year is the twentieth anniversary of what I will argue is the most influential magazine in the last… Twenty years.

SPY magazine was a monthly tribute to the festering underbelly of politics, economics and society in New York City and in America. They featured fleshed out exposes that illuminated the depravity and ginormous greed in corporate cultures like Wall Street and Madison Avenue. SPY magazine was that CEO’s personal assistant spilling the beans about who was bilking the company out of their retirement fund savings. DONALD TRUMP and his horrible hairpieces were always placed on Front Street.

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You can’t imagine the party that was thrown when SPY finally shuttered their doors. It was a great relief to the classless upper-class that they could finally return to their normal obnoxious state of being. They could kick up the legs and dance without SPY magazine nipping at their well-heeled heels. Here’s a rundown of some of the usual suspects that were featured in SPY magazine who might not have remained so prominent in the public eye if the magazine was still on the shelves. PAT ROBERTSON, ARNOLD SCHWARZENEGGER, BILL COSBY, NANCY REAGAN, LIZ SMITH, BILL CLINTON, MARTHA STEWART, PAUL McCARTNEY, DONALD TRUMP, OPRAH WINFREY, HILLARY CLINTON, GEORGE BUSH Sr.

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My english teacher in Brooklyn Tech H.S. would bring in all sorts of publications for us to read. From the New York Times to Vanity Fair to The Observer. All those rags were lily white and they spoke to me as if I weren’t good enough to touch the paper they were printed on, but SPY magazine made fun of the whole lot. It stripped away pretension and privilege by showing that those who flaunt it the most deserve it the least.

It’s true that I knowingly co-opted the ‘Seperated At Birth’ theme from SPY, but what I failed to remember is that they also used to run a ‘Celebrity Math’ feature. I will tell you in a New York City minute that SPY magazine’s writing is what has birthed my sense of quasi-journalism and as I scan the blogosphere and even broadcast television I can see that the spirit of that magazine lives on. From Gawker to the Daily Show there are an endless amount of outlets carrying SPY’s DNA code of spot on humor and razor sharp snark.

If I could have told the editor’s of the magazine twenty years ago that GEORGE BUSH Sr’s drunken son would be a two term president and that ARNOLD SCHWARZENEGGER would be governor of California and that DONALD TRUMP would climb out of bankruptcy to become the King of New York City real estate they prah’lee would have told me to go ‘Get A Life’.

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SNEAKER FIENDS UNITE!

Sunday, November 12th, 2006

This is going to be the final Sneaker Fiends post for the year since I don’t plan any new acquisitions until 2007. I hope that I can illustrate inside this post why the sneaker passion is a serious thing for me. I consider my shoes to be art, wearable sculpture if you will. There is a design aesthetic contained in the shoes that I appreciate. A craftsmanship that can’t be fabricated by just anyone. I like to imagine that my shoes are made by a little old man in the mountains of China. His hands have assembled so many shoes that he could shape a pair from memory without a cut sheet or a spec.

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The shoes that I am describing in this post are called the NIKE Air Max 1 CLOT a/k/a ‘The Kiss of Death’. The details contained on this shoe are incredible. First you have to consider the premium materials used in making the upper. Calfskin suede, ostrich leather, snakeskin and a clear plastic panel in the forefoot. When you wear these shoes you need to have your sock game on 100. The coup de grâce for me is the printed graphic on the insoles.

NIKE only released a very limited number and many a collector spent an evening camping out in front of their favorite sneaker emporium to score these. The shoes retailed for $175.

NIKE Air Max 1 CLOT







New York’s New Governor Keeps It Gangsta

Sunday, November 12th, 2006

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Editor’s note: RD is the hardest working man in the blogosphere. When he isn’t coaching superstar rappers about work ethic at their listening parties, he’s writing for no less than fifty different outlets. King Magazine online, Hip-Hop Universe, About dot com, and his very own website called, I Did It All Before My Twelth Birthday. Not to clown RD either, because he has shown that he has a mind that extends to issues far out of the reach of the majority of teenagers in America. We’re happy that he contributes to this site and we’re excited to see him jumping into the pool of politricks. The water is deep and filled with sharks, but RD has the kind of self-confidence of a Hawaiian swimmer. Let’s peep his post election gubernatorial summary.

Most of you Hip Hop cats stay as far away from politics as possible. Y’all treat politics like an estranged baby mama – distant and cancerous. There are also a large percentage of you that think politics is limited to how hairy George Bush’s ass is. Sorry, guys politics is more than just that. If y’all can just stop watching BET for a minute, and let me kick a few lines, we can all learn something valuable from politics.

If you know anything about anything you know that Eliot Spitzer was recently elected governor of NY (not like any of you voted, anyway) by defeating John Faso (the equivalent of a hapless mixtape rapper). What is more remarkable is that DL Smooth E (Democrats Love Smooth Elliot) kept it politically gully throughout his campaign. As an Attorney general, he went through the ass to make sure no shady business was going down. He gunned down each big dog in their respected field until he stood alone on the battlefield clutching his gold locket (he’s Jewish, you know). His list of prosecuted reads like a Christmas wish list:

1) Hot 97 (remember, that smack fest shit?)

2) Sony (payola)

3) AIG (accounting fraud)

4) Merrill Lynch (shady stock market manuevers)

5) Wall Street

6) S.E.C.

Shit, the only thing he hasn’t attacked yet is colon cancer. He ‘spitz’ real talk that exalts the practice of ethics which will hopefully prevent lascivious homos like Mark “Your ass” Foley from calling your son at night. Spitzer is the combustible creation made up of the grind of papoose mixed with the ruthlessness of a pre-Interscope 50 cent, stirred with the dexterity of Jay. I’m telling y’all these Jew boys come to play. If Spitzer decides to drop an album, it’s revo (the torah is read backwards). He and Scott Storch should collaborate and make an album called “I’m a Jew, So Fuck you”. It’s never too late to convert to Judaism.

Now imagine if your favorite rapper went about his business like my boy Eliot Spitzer, we wouldn’t have all this shuckling and snapping foolishness. Cats wouldn’t be decrying the domination of the South or even acknowledging the mediocrity; they would do like Spitzer and just prosecute that ass. A lot can be learned from DL Smooth E.

-RD

JAY-Z + NAS = BUDS

Saturday, November 11th, 2006

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Finally, we find two Black men in the cRap music game that aren’t trying to french each other… We hope.

Since I wasn’t invited to the NAS listening party I will have to imagine the dialogue that took place later that evening as these two industry giants plot their takeover of the free world…

Jigger: Chea!

Lil’ Homie: Chea!

Jigger: Chea!

Lil’ Homie: Chea!

Jigger: Chea!

Lil’ Homie: Chea!

Jigger: Chea!

Lil’ Homie: I forgot what I was gon’ say…

Jigger: Chea!

Lil’ Homie: Oh, yeah right. Chea!

It’s from these two men that you people expect your beloved Hip-Hop to be resuscitated?!? One of these guys treats Hip-Hop like a part-time hobby that he plays with just for the fun of it, while the other can’t form a cogent linear conversation without adding a few hundred ‘nah means’. More importantly, these two guys have money to make, not an artform to conserve or preserve. Start looking inward instead of waiting for that miracle to fall from the sky. Hip-Hop belongs to you as much as it does to any cRapper or artist, or even corporation.

Hip-Hop didn’t die because the artists and their corporate sponsors decided that we would accept disposable shitty art.

Hip-Hop died when WE decided that we would accept the bullshit.