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Drumsticks >>> Fishsticks…

Thursday, June 18th, 2009

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Mel D. Cole has his eye on music.

It finally happened for me internets. The skies opened up and I was granted backstage access to the Roots Jam Session at the Highline Ballroom. It was the moment that I had been waiting for. To witness the greatest living band, yes I said it, Fuck Yo’ Metallica!, as they prepared for their weekly show.

It was exactly as I had imagined it would be. Contemplative. Intense. Familial. And more crowded than a muvv up in that muvv. I tried to be a fly on the wall, albeit, a 375lb. fly on the wall. It didn’t work totally, but I think I finally crossed over to the other side. We’ll see what happens next week when I try to win again.

The Roots Jam Session is actually better than the baby wipes revolution. Because it is completely unpredictable. I always leave the Jam Session feeling like I peeled back another layer of the Roots artistry. You already know that ?uestlove is the sorcerer that keeps the groove in line just like Black Thought knows everyones rhymes. Speaking of lines, Styles P forget HIS own lines on the track ‘Rising Down’ but Black Thought spit his rhymes for him while Styles became his hype man.

Bilal returned to the Jam Session as well as Tanya Morgan but the guest that impressed the most on me was this young lady who rocked the bass for a funky little set. The Roots Jam Session is one of the few if not only places you can go to see women musicians who aren’t just singers. The Jam Session is possibly the most hip-hop shit going on since the late 1970’s. Before graffiti and rap music moved into the galleries and discos downtown. Well, ironically the Highline Ballroom IS downtown and not in the Bronx.

Don’t tell me that you want to go to the Jam but you can’t buy tickets online. Chocolate Snowflake just purchased our tickets for the July 14th show and my homey from the DMV will be coming uptop for the July 21st set. This is the best $10 you are going to spend anywhere in New York City. The good news is that I see they have extended their run into November. You have no excuse for not fuxing with the legendary. You already know I will be there.

Still Doing The Right Thing…

Wednesday, June 17th, 2009

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This week is the twentieth anniversary of the release of SPIKE LEE’s seminal and most controversial film ‘Do The Right Thing’. The critics accused LEE of promoting riots among African-Americans across the nation, especially here in New York City.

At the time, we were still smarting in this here town from the wounds of racial strife. There were the blatant incidents of fatal excessive force used by the police and the polarizing cases like TAWANA BRAWLEY’s alleged rape and MICHAEL GRIFFITH’s murder from a lynch mob that gave Blacks so much angst and tension.

On the flip side there was the Central Park Jogger case, which occurred only a couple of months prior to the film’s release and was a tremendously raw open gash on our collective city psyche. The Central Park jogger case was particularly jarring to me because it was clearly designed as a reaction to the assumed threat of young, Black teenagers. I was so enraged by the coverage of that case by the New York Times because they printed the suspects names and addresses, even though they all were all children under 16 yrs old.

These suspects reminded me of myself and my friends during high school. By this time I was living on my own, away from my parents, in an apartment in Corona Queens. The suspects in the Central Park jogger case were like the young teenagers that attended Brooklyn Tech, Graphic Communications and Park West high schools who were current members of the Decepticons. There was no way these kids committed this crime because I knew that I wouldn’t have and I would have been one of the guys leading that wolfpack.

There was nothing that I would not have stolen back then, and NO ONE that I wouldn’t have robbed, but in no stretch of the imagination would we have raped a woman, especially a white. Not only would I not have done that, I would have taught the kids that followed me the same thing, just like Megatron taught me there was some shit that I should NEVER do, both for practical reasons and because, believe it or not, the Decepticons had ethics. You can believe that last line, or not, but believe that we didn’t just do dumb shit for the hell of it because that would result in police attention and then someone being arrested which would end up with more people being arrested due to guilt by association. The zero sum gain was to be avoided.

‘Do The Right Thing’ was vindication for the Decepticons because the controversy of the movie illustrates that property loss is valued over the life of a Black male. Later that summer SoundWave and I attended the Greekfest at Virginia Beach. We were part of a riot that swept over the city for several days until the National Guard arrived to shut the bullshit down. If there was a riot spawned by the movie, then it was started by college kids who felt abused that property was valued at a higher level than they were. Plenty of property was damaged during that Labor Day weekend event. I’m sure that part of my destructive attitude was influenced by the movie and the recent death of YUSUF HAWKINS by a lynch mob in Bensonhurst.

SoundWave and I were just 19 and 18 years old respectively, but we were both savvy New York City teenagers who worked full-time day jobs. SW was a trading assistant on Wall Street for Oppenheimer, while I was an apprentice draftsman under the rabbi and architect from Sheepshead Bay. I call my boss the rabbi because he was a teacher, first and foremost. He literally paid me to learn from him and he even sent me to college with his own money so that I wouldn’t have to take a loan. The rabbi was directly opposite of the racism and classism that existed in NYC and he eventually convinced me that I had no opportunity for advancement in the streets.

The point that I make by mentioning the rabbi here is that he understood everything about why I was so temperamental and so dissuaded from believing that I could really have a stake in my future. Because he was an astute teacher, he recognized how important mainstream information was in the programming of people’s minds and their overall outlook. The climatic scene in ‘Do The Right Thing’ has SPIKE LEE’s character destroy the one thing in his community that was central to all those within it because he feels he has no stake in his future. The SPIKE LEE character was diametrically opposed to the eldest son of the shop owner. Both characters felt trapped in their lives and in their skin.

The rabbi helped me to see that I wasn’t trapped in my skin any more than that if I believed it. The rabbi taught me that working and learning were the only way to insure that I could create a future for myself where I would be more valuable than property. Racism and classism will always exist because of the profit they generate for supremacy. However, the schisms those isms created can be surmounted, but not without a commitment to progressively making oneself smarter and better. One must work though, tirelessly and sometimes thanklessly, to transcend the world’s negativity. The rabbi had a faith in me that I would choose to ‘Do The Right Thing’.

Easy Like Sunday Morning…

Monday, June 15th, 2009

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Chocolate Snowflake has a side grind almost as crazy as my own. She make jewelry and travels around the city to different street fairs to sell her wares. That shit can be taxing when after you work a 9-2-5 week you work 12 hours a day on the weekends. That’s what this weekend was like for her. I did my Sneaker Fiends Unite! NYC tour on Saturday (shouts to JaiSlayer) and then I hung out with the wifey status on Sunday since her jewelry making partner flaked out.

I brought out my CHEA t-shirts and my I.C. DVD’s. None of which sold though. Being an iNternets Celebrity was a bit humbling on this afternoon in NYC. We were posted up on Bleecker Street in the West Village. I was hopeful that someone in the thousands of people that would stroll by us today would recognize me and buy something. Bupkus. I wasn’t disappointed however because I did get a visit from the homey Combat Jack who happened to be in the area with the wife and some of the kids.

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I needed to chop it up homeboy too. There’s talk that we are going to throw a barbecue on July 18th for the internets. Something just for the bloggers and those that read the blogs. I’m imagining that there will be some folks in town since the NYC leg of Rock The Bells is the following day on Sunday. With only a month to go we need to plan this event for serious. Combat Jack has crazy visions but we need to get some concrete shit in place if this joint is gonna happen.

In the meantime his kids just handled their business by being kids and looking cute. His daughter is an angel in the streets so she must be hell at home surrounded by boys who cater to her every whim. She was ordering me around too. His youngest son is my homey though. He was telling me the story about his girlfriend at school and how they share peanut butter and jelly sandwiches for lunch. I was iike “Whoa homeboy! Slow down with all that”. Brooklyn kids move fast though.

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Shit gets so real when you put kids into your cipher. C.S. and I love to travel, to dine out, to do our thinga-thing on a whim with no worries other than the fact that we might run out of cash. All that shit changes once you start making people. Either that or our grinds have to become supernatural. I might have to blackout on this blog shit and start posting advertisements from the armed forces.

So I salute all of y’all out here making more people.

That’s what we were put on this planet for in the first place.

Combat Jack, holler at me on some real shit about this barbecue.

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Working Hard x Play Harder [ll] = Slaughter…

Thursday, June 11th, 2009

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SlaughterHouse Studio Sessions on videotape.

Shouts to MIKE HERON and Koch Entertainment.

Real talk from Joe Budden, Royce da’ 5-9, Joell Ortiz and Crooked I…

What is refreshing about Slaughterhouse is their candor even in a room filled with people that they hardly know. Most people feed you the generic brand answers or they clam up altogether. These dudes act like you have been there all along.

Stay tuned because more soon come from this group.

When I Say Slaughter, Y’all Say House…

Tuesday, June 9th, 2009

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From the very beginnings of rap we have loved the groups that have graced the microphone. Do you remember that scene in ‘Wild Style’ when the Cold Crush Brothers battled the Fantastic Five on the basketball court. The group is the essence of Hip-Hop. Several emcees all rhyming over the same beat trying to find ways to verbally outdo the person who held the microphone before them. As each rapper steps in the cipher the lyrics become more acute and the flows pick up their intensity. This is that REAL rap shit.

And this is why the SlaughterHouse collective wins time and time again. They are practicing the very foundation of rap music. I’m just amazed that these four emcees can unify themselves in a culture that is notoriously selfish and ego driven. You haven’t seen this many good spitters together on the same page since the mythical 4 Horsemen but they had too many difficulties in producing music. There was an early union between Jay-Z, Ja Rule and DMX that fizzled away because these three were too full of themselves and too crazy (in DMX’s case).

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slaughterhouse

Joe Budden, who might be the most hated rapper in the game right now, told me that the origin of SlaughterHouse was simply the ability of he and Royce Da’ 5-9 to squash a simmering feud between the two of them. That is the first and hardest principle in forming the group. Can you imagine what it must be like to ask a rapper to put aside their ego? Rappers need their ego, especially in this day and age, when so many people have become art critiques instead of fans. The rapper’s ego protects them from the comment threads that tell them they suck. So to put down your armor is actually more hardbody than to keep it on. You are vulnerable to attack, but somehow you are now stronger than you were before.

SlaughterHouse bugs me the fuck out because not one of these emcees even shares the same homestate. This means that they will each have their own definitive state of mind. In the short time I have been around them I can sense they have this incredible respect for one another like a band of brothers. They will fight amongst one another, but will instantly flip on anyone who tries to come at one of their brothers. When emcees assume that ‘Ride Or Die’ mentality with their teammates no one holds back any energy or material. They spur each other to leave everything in the booth.

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slaughterhouse

This is why I was scared at first for SlaughterHouse because each of these artists is an individually minded person who has survived in the music industry for at least ten years. All of these dudes came into the business in their late teens and have been thrashed about by label politricks, artist backbiting and the constant fuckery that is the music industrial complex. They are all survivors in one way or another, and the SlaughterHouse collective is their best last chance to tel all the haters and the nay-sayers to go kill themselves.

That theme was evident in the track ‘Move On’ where each of the emcees recounted their angst and the solution they had for dealing with those issues. ‘Move On’ was an epic song for me because I envisioned myself in that same position several years back writing for a magazine that wasn’t paying me shit. I wanted the exposure, and the publisher knew that much, so I traded my labor for that means to an end. We all make those similar decisions in our lives, but instead of living with regret or remorse we shoukd just move on. With that track SlaughterHouse doesn’t just make good music, they made real life music.

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slaughterhouse

SlaughterHouse and Koch, er, E-1 Records invited me to listen to a preview of their upcoming album. Along with some of the people that you have come to see on the internets as the folks that bring info to you live and non-stop. Eskay was in the building so you know that shit is big. Nah’Right Dre came up from his mom’s basement too. Oh shit! I just realized that n8tion had the bridge to starship Enterprise all to himself. Niiiice. Global Grind’s BlogXilla came through and reminded me that we have politicked previously. I am gonna stop puffing because I can’t remember a damn thing. The dudes from ItsThe Real, Eric and Jeff, also showed up. I didn’t see Hoffa from OnSmash but I left the session at 3am and that is usually when Hof appears.

The tracks they played for us were all good and their intensity picked up with the replays. Everything you thought they would be doing on the mic like Crooked spitting his crack verses, Joell Ortiz bringing his energy, Royce providing the structural stability to songs and Budden throwing lyrical shots at your favorite rapper is all in there. SlaughterHouse only previewed seven(7) tracks to us and then we got a cameo from the legendary super-producer Showbiz who brought some HEAT! I’m gonna say this shit right here so it goes on the record. The best music from Dr. Dre comes from when he is digging in the crates.

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slaughterhouse

One of the criticisms that has dogged SlaughterHouse would be their ability to craft songs. I still don’t understand where this comes from though. Maybe it is the perception from fans that these emcees are only freestyle caliber rappers. That is far from the truth though. On the tracks that SlaughterHouse previewed they all showed that they have some incredible range as far as content and concepts. Wait until you hear this track called ‘Cuckoo’. There was also this emo rap joint that I want to say was called ‘Rain Tears’ or some shit like that. When SlaughterHouse pours out their heart like they did with ‘Move On’ you can’t help but be riveted to the music. These emcees are all fans of Hip-Hop before anything else. Don’t get it twisted by wheat you may have heard. If there was a RAP SAT these dudes would be in the top 5 percentile.

If you weren’t fuxing with the SlaughterHouse collective after the joints they have already released then you aren’t a fan of Hip-Hop. You might listen to rap, but you aren’t a fan of Hip-Hop music. Rap groups are the essence of Hip-Hop culture. Just like writer and breaker crews. The fact that SlaughterHouse finds themselves unified from points all over the counter is some Black superhero shit.