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VH-1 Honors HIP-HOP

Tuesday, October 17th, 2006

the crew

I can remember my earliest and fondest memories of meeting up with Hip-Hop. I didn’t know at the time that was what I was doing. I just thought I was living life having fun being a kid. Every summer school would end and then a week later there would be this festival in Flushing Meadows Park. The festival was called ‘Queens Day’ and it was a celebration given by the Quens Boro President’s office. There were vendors and soundstages throughout the park. Most importantly, there were girls, tons of them, from all over Queens.

Queens girls were a different stock than Manhattan girls and Brooklyn girls. While Manhattan girls were usually bourgie because of their mixed race parentage, Queens girls kept it eye level. While at the same time Queens girls were easy on the eyes as opposed to Brooklyn girls who often had a razor scar across their cheek from their mouth to their ear. Queens girls lived in houses with furnished basements. If you bagged up a shorty from the Rosedale area you had hit the teen poon jackpot. Her parents might have a house with a detached two car garage. One of those refrigerators that had a door for the freezer compartment and one for the regular foods. The bathroom always had a toilet seat with that fuzzy cover over the lid. Queens girls were the creme de la creme.

Queens Hip-Hop was on the come up too. RUN-DMC was changing the game with their shout-at-the-microphone rhyming style. Along with the young and brash LL Cool J it semed like Queens, New York was the center of the Earth. All the credit for making that summer one of my most enjoyable times belongs to RUSSELL SIMMONS. He understood the force with which rap music and Hip-Hop culture spoke and he put it all on the line to bring the art to people would never have been exposed to it. There was ridicule and derision that met him at almost every turn, but he still continued to grind for this thing with no guarantee from anyone that things would pan out. Even though I will be the first to call ol’ boy ‘HU$TLE $IMMON$’ I have to respect his grind and his belief.

Also the fact that he helped put Queens, New York on the map.

VH-1 Honors HIP-HOP

Friday, October 13th, 2006

flash

Peace to the FILTER Magazine staff in Los Angeles for giving the kid their all access pass to Hip-Hop Honors week festivities. I shouldn’t ever have to wait on a line, I’m glad they understand this…

I am going to walk you guys through a party that took place last night in Brooklyn’s artsy DUMBO section. It was wildly reminiscient of the period in Hip-Hop when the downtown gallery owners were first introduced to the uptown graffiti artists. Since I am much older and wiser (read:cynical) I can tell you that none of that naiveté exists today. Everybody here was on the make, including your favorite blogger, but instead of looking to get into someone’s wallet I’m looking to swill all the free booze I can. I call that the ‘Get In Where You Fit In’ lifestyle.

billy
billy
billy
billy

I never make the mistake of going to an O.B. (open bar) function and not getting my fill of the free swill. VH-1 has been picking up the tab for most of this week’s events. Any proceeds they can scare up are supposed to be flipped over into the ‘Save The Music’ initiative. I’m like whatever man, just save my azz a cup of that cold music. KOOL DJ RED ALERT held down the sounds playing all kinds of dope old school joints from B-Boy classics to 80’s Brit new wave pop. Straight dope biatches.

johnny
finger banger crew
granny mobb
peace

My gift to mankind might be teaching. Teaching old white ladies gang hand signs. I have a new hand sign for all the finger bangers out there too. JOHNNY NUNEZ, photog for the stars was hanging out here. As most of you can see, the event was mad peace.

PEACE
yes serg
bazaar + beverly
bazaar + beverly

You can’t go anywear in New York City now without seeing someone with a pair of NIKE Design Studio I.D.’s on their feet. My joints are still the flyest, but so many heads are trying to come up on my Skittles themes. The most Hip-Hop moment of the night was when BAZAAR ROYALE and his lovely wife, DJ BEVERLY BOND came through and finally brought some superstar shine to the event. Behind every successful (read: happily drunk) man is a good woman. BAZAAR ROYALE and I both have some good broads.

C.S., your’e the greatest.”

Time To Snatch A Du-Rag…

Thursday, October 12th, 2006

fisty

Editor’s note: Here is the first installment from one of the youngest in charge in the blogging game. RD a/k/a RODNEY DUGUE has been an assertive and cocky young reader from the outset and I promised him that I would ride with him as soon as he gave me some material that was new and fresh. Dude came up with a theme that could have only come from my mind, the fact that du-rags might actually be squeezing the brains out of kids. This kind of futuristic thought process coming from an adult would be nothing to talk about, but coming from a 19yr. old writer it seems like the sign to me that all is not yet lost on the youth. Peep the debut entry from my brother RD, the youngest in blog…

At the behest of Dallas (i.e. per Dallas’ request for those of you whose IQ matches your Jordan size) I have been commissioned to loosen the ends of your du-rags in an effort to let the blood flow freely and directly to the membrane to liberate us from the slavery of ignorance and mis-education. And some of you thought slavery disappeared like A-Rod in the playoffs. Shame.

It’s gotten to the point, where at any given moment, 8 out of 10 blacks can be spotted wearing a du-rag (some carry up to 4 du-rags, I’m guessing one per limb, maybe). Believe me, I understand how you all want those hypnotizing, racetrack waves that will send any passer-by into an epileptic seizure. But damn, don’t you ever have a moment where you doff your du-rag? I shouldn’t hold you accountable either, because your hero Curtis Jackson has shown you that wearing a du-rag to constantly can be profitable. He’s goes to sleep, goes to the studio, shits, fucks and goes fishing all while wearing a du-rag. His new name should be Curtis “who can wear 50 du-rags” Jackson.

But, I digress. Muslims have turbans, Jews have their little silk flying saucers stapled to their heads, and now Negroes have du-rags. I could understand if du-rags were protective devices ‘cuz my Jehovah witnesses keep predicting that a fury of brimstone is gonna hit in 4039 in the month of Deathember. But unfortunately, du-rags aren’t cultural head gear, just some tactic the white man told yall will make your hair appear less nappy which therein lies a rejection/denial of your Africana roots.

These cranium cloths double as thinking caps, as these same people are saying and doing some bizarre, igno-rant circa 1400 plantation jump-for-whitey shit. It is why I caution you that next time you see a Negro about to tighten those snakes of ignorance snatch that du-rag off and show him the long-lasting effects of an innocent du-rag. I present to you the undistinguished list of Negroes who need their du-rags snatched off their domes before the blood stops flowing forever…

1) 50 Cent (G Unit just started making custom du-rags for the Iraqi troops. Boy, 50 just can’t get enough of that George Bush)
2) Lil Bow Wow (Still has his first du-rag from when he was 3 months old)
3) Jesse Jackson (his illegitimate kids already started wearing du-rags)
4) Dame Dash (Bald or not, that du-rag was responsible for the split between him and Jay)
5) Charles Rangel ( I might have to get Maxine Waters on that ass)
6) Michael Jordan (he only wears his at night)

In the vein of newfound and groundbreaking internet jargon, I present to you “snatching the du-rag off your dome” as an honorary rebuke (think no homo) in your every-day shit-talking agenda. Hopefully, this self-correcting technique will be amongst those that have already made it to the pantheon of internet jargon: weedcarrier, T.I., stan, jig, etc

NYC PUBLIC SCHOOLS CHANCELLOR Does Not Care About Hip-Hop Honors Week…

Wednesday, October 11th, 2006

edumicate

If Hip-Hop has any chance at bringing a lasting and positive influence into the lives of people there has to a return of the mindset that knowledge rules supreme over nearly everyone. I understand that is a wild cliche, but its more truth now than it was in previous years. As a nation we are becoming dumber and dumber. S.A.T. scores are tumbling across the board. If it weren’t for Asian kids we’d be a nation where our next generation is borderline retard.

Hip-Hop has defined the cultural values for American youth for more than a decade. The Hip-Hop music that currently dominates the airwaves of commercial stations is derived from simplistic monosyllabic nursery ryhmes or it tells the story of material aquisition as the benchmark for social mobility. If the kids that listen to and live the Hip-Hop lifestyle are to become viable, responsible adults we will need iconic artists to redefine their values. Books over bling sounds too simplistic, but ultimately without a reduction in the consumerism ethos of these artists we won’t see any progress. At least JAY-Z could maybe write a song about why New York City schools are so miserably underfunded by the State. ‘Dear Summer School’ or some shit.

For VH-1’s Hip-Hop Honors week some NYC public school students may end up hopping trains and buses to get to school because they don’t have transit cards. The city’s schools chancellor JOEL KLEIN has mandated that all students register for their transit cards. The thinking is that many kids receive these passes and they don’t use them. This costs the city millions of dollars since the crooks at the Metropolitan Transit Authority invoice the city for each card they issue. I have a more novel idea, the city should take over the MTA and discontinue the flow of patronage cash it brings to upstate politicians. Charging kids money to get to school is essentially like levying another tax on their parents.

DALLASPENN dot com is for the children.

DALLASPENN dot com is HIP-HOP.

The Archives – ’85 To Infinity

Monday, October 2nd, 2006

lobandito

Say anything you want about New York City. Good and bad, it is the capital of capital because anything is possible. Not Hollywood possible, but for real. I’m not saying that L.A. isn’t real, or Chicago for that matter, or anywhere, but New York City is the place where anything is possible twenty four hours a day.

Part of the reason some of you came to this site is for that slice of life that existed in this city from 1985-1995. I feel responsible as your tour guide for that period to give you a truthful and unapologetic account of how the city dealt with itself. Crack cocaine is typically the definition for the 1980’s but in my mind the freefall of the urban landscape is way bigger than a handful of freebase. There was a concerted effort to reduce the center city to so much as rubble. It was a glimpse of post-Katrina New Orleans twenty years prior to the hurricane.

Brooklyn has since transformed itself, rising from the ashes like a phoenix. It’s hard to imagine how desperate people had become when you see condominium apartments in Brooklyn selling for upwards of three millions dollars. This is still my city. There is still a debt to be repaid that I owe to the people of New York City. The Archives will contain their real life stories. It will be a salute to the spirit of the city that still gives me life and energy.

The first story will be a shout to one of my brothers unlike any other, the incomparable TIMOTHY STONE…