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Little Jamaal Stays Losing…

Monday, August 18th, 2008

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I just found out that all the backslapping and glad-handing that the city has been giving itself for its improved performance public schools has been done without the achievement of Black kids, specifically Black males.

NYC’s Black Male Graduation Rates: The Lost Two-Thirds

This number breaks down to something like a 68% dropout rate for Black boys. True story is that I am surprised its not even greater. After Brooklyn Tech I couldn’t stand high school. There was no fucking excitement, no challenge and no stimulation. Mostly just a regurgitation of all the bullshit that I was fed for the prior ten years. Meanwhile, the real world was happening outside of the school.

What saves some of us Black boys are the alternative schools which farm us out to participating businesses as interns. The city gives these businesses the incentive to join the program with tax rebates. They aren’t just sending any nigga off the street to work inside an architectural office. You are vetted by the high school’s staff for your ability and attitude. Because I was already smarter than your average teenager I had no problem being placed in the area of my choice. Now how does the city do this for the other 300K Black boys failing out of school?

Black males are failed out of school too early in the game. High school is already too late to save these kids. Their programming, or de-programming is done damn near in kindergarten. Black males are singled out for disciplinary actions earlier and at a greater rate than any other kids. This becomes the population for special education programs which aren’t too special. Black boys find themselves in classes with the developmentally disabled and the physically disabled. Their self worth is negated even before they become teenagers.

The preparation that little Jamaal is being given will place him on the fast track to the prison industrial complex. Even in a wealthy city like New York you can see how Black boys are being sent in the opposite direction of successful adulthood. So many things combine at once to ruin Black boys minds. Poor nutrition, poor social values, poor educational options, basically poverty in a nutshell. When I see that 68% of Black boys are not graduating high school I realize that means at least 68% of Black males are living in poverty in NYC.

Rest In Piece by KOE RODRIGUEZ

Saturday, August 16th, 2008

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Editor’s note: Koe Rodriguez is a Hip-Hop historian and graphic artist. He lives and works in New Jersey. Special thanks to one of the coolest and most talented artists in the game, Nicer/TATS for his contribution to this piece.

In ‘hoods across America, “Memorial Walls” are as common as barber shops and bodegas. We’ve seen them time-and-time again. Whether big or small; crude shrines or elaborate murals; on tenement walls or corner stores; and usually accompanied by an array of candles, flowers and personal items. While some memorials reflect a bout loss to a fatal disease or an unfortunate accident; many are crime related and harsh reminders of how fleeting life is in the ghetto.

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R.I.P. walls have been around for quite some time and commemorating the dead can be traced back to the pharaohs and prior. Hip-Hop is no different. Paying homage to a fallen comrade, loved one, or an influential figure has always been expressed in one medium or another. For as long as I’ve been documenting graffiti culture, and that’s going back to Reganomics, graff writers have acknowledged the dead perhaps like no other. In 1981, Lady Pink and Iz The Wiz’s eulogy to John Lennon and a host of deceased rocks stars consisted of two beautiful top-to-bottom, end-to-end subway cars and let an entire city know that even so-called outlaws mourned. Ten years later, West & Serge FC dedicated their upside down burners to fellow friends, Sane, Shadi and money maker, Lil Edgar on graff’s holiest grounds: The Graffiti Hall of Fame.

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Recently, I rapped with graff heavyweight, Nicer, of the famed TATS Crew, arguably the illest R.I.P. muralist in the game, on the crew’s history of honoring the dead, or what I call a “R.est I.n P.iece.” Nicer explained that his earliest recollection of the crew throwing up an R.I.P. was around 1983 or so, and totally unplanned. “We were doing a piece on a handball court in Bronx River, (laughing) illegally, and a dude came up to Bio and asked if he would throw his deceased brother Pollo up. The first real memorial wall we did was on Cypress Avenue & East 141st Street in the Bronx for a guy named Tony, who was murdered, and then set on fire in his car.”

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The crew would soon be approached by fellow Bronx bomber and budding rapper, Crack, aka Fat Joe, to memorialize close friend and resident hustler, Tony Montana. The piece, a striking portrait on a handball court on Trinity Ave would forever be memorialized in the artwork of Joe’s debut LP, “Represent.” Although Nicer confesses that the crew paints fewer memorials (by choice) nowadays, with the continued rise in gang activity, Aids and other socioeconomic conditions affecting urban America, we can sadly expect to see more blank walls transformed into colorful tombstones real soon.

IN MEMORY OF: Wayne “Frosty Freeze” Frost, Bernie Mac and Isaac Hayes.

See KOE RODIGUEZ’ Rest In Piece photo gallery here…

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I FUCKS WITH DJ SPINNA [ll]…

Saturday, August 16th, 2008

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I try to go to every Keistar Productions event that comes around because they are like family reunions with people that I have partied with for over the last twenty five years. Since the Latin Quarters days. Since the Union Square/Underground days. Since the days of the Garage and Studio 54 days. Since the Lovelite/Bassline days. Since the days of the World and Choices. Back when Payday and 100K bar were popping. Back when Mars was in the meatpacking district. Soul Kitchen taught me to Save The motherfucking Robots.

NYC can be a bit whitewashed now, and that is due to the loss of energy and the lifestyle that all of those places I just mentioned brought to the table. Nothing ever remains the same. The people that watched and adored ‘Sex and the City’, ‘Seinfeld’ and ‘Friends’ have taken over NYC (read: Cornhuskers = cornballs). So you have to get your paper way up to play in NYC nowadays. $13 for a Belvedere and tonic?!? Nahh mayne, I ain’t going out like that. I’ll be bringing my own bottle inside of the club. There still are places and events that the last of the true New Yorker can attend to reminisce with others who have grown up here and still live here in order to show the new residents and the tourists what cool really smells like.

You’d be smart and really cool to fucks with anything that has DJ Spinna’s name attached to it. Simple and plain. You’ve heard about the STEVIE WONDER tribute party that is so fucking dope that STEVIE even attends just to hang out and vibe at. In two weeks Spinna will helm the PRINCE vs. MICHAEL JACKSON tribute at Crash Mansion. If you like to dance then you won’t miss this event. But for this weekend, and for free…

Sunday: 08.17.08
DJ SPINNA @ Water Taxi Beach
2 Borden Avenue
(#7 train to Vernon/Jackson is the closest subway station)
1pm-10pm
FREE!

DJ Spinna x Jellybean Benitez

Monday: 08.18.08
DJ SPINNA @ Celebrate Harlem Week
St. Nicholas Park (West 135th St & St. Nicholas Av)
(B or C train to 135th Street)
8pm
FREE!

DJ Spinna x special guests followed by a screening of ‘Be Kind, Rewind’

Vh-1 Does Care About Old Heads…

Thursday, August 14th, 2008

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Vh-1 was bound to get it really right sooner or later. They were bound to produce a hip-Hop Honors show where every honoree was truly iconic and important to the genre of art and music that we love called Hip-Hop. This year’s honorees are singularly incredible so as a combined production I think this will be a stellar evening.

As we blog I am already going in hard to get the i.C.’s red carpet access for real. This way we can actually dialogue with some of our heroes from the past twenty years. I have nothing but love for all the talent listed, especially the host, TRACY MORGAN. I’m going to find out if Dominican Lou is a big CYPRESS HILL fan.

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CYPRESS HILL needs no introduction for anyone that fucks with that funky, get high rap music. They have been touring and releasing albums since 1991. That is a long time to be pulling from the bong on that Cheech and Chong. I’m amazed these dudes can even make it to their show dates. When they hit the stage it is all business too. I’m predicting that Ice Cube and Snoop will help introduce them. How sick would it be if the Brooklyn spitter Joell Ortiz brought them out? Very sick should be your answer.

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TOO SHORT finally gets his due. Short Dog is one of Hip-Hop’s independent distribution pioneers. He was moving units all throughout Cali faster than .MP3 files. Short put Oaktown on the map in a serious way. I’m glad that Vh-1 recognized this man for his game.

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NAUGHTY BY NATURE is another group that is overdue from the golden age of Shout Rap. Naughty preceded Leaders of the New School, Onyx, and Das EFX as the premier group to shout in unison all their rhymes on the ends of stanzas. Considering how fast and furious Treach could deliver his rhymes you need to show that man Vin Rock some respect.

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SLICK RICK will bring the house down I guarantee. Everybody in the Hammerstein Ballroom will be singing ‘La-Di-Da-Di’ like no tomorrow. Will Doug E. Fresh perform with Slick Rick as well? I hope so. I will never forget my classmate KHALID SALES bringing that cassette tape to school with Slick Rick and Doug E. Fresh performing ‘The Show’. KHALID taped the performance live at the Rooftop Roller Disco. Another one of NYC’s classic lost but not forgotten landmarks.

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DE LA SOUL might be the most influential group in Hip-Hop. Evar. You wouldn’t have the diversity of the genre without the seeds they planted almost two decades ago. How incredible do you think it is to be able to rhyme about just being yourself? Eminem, Wale, KanYe and every hipster rapper that has ever touched a microphone owes a debt to this collective. This is the most overdue award of all time. For once Vh-1 got their shit straight and is saving Hip-Hop. And by hook, or crook, I will be in the building to enjoy that moment.

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CHUUUUUUUUURCH!

BODY COUNT’s IN THE HOUSE 2NITE!

Thursday, August 14th, 2008

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1992 was a truly great year. Ralph Lauren released some iconic designs in his POLO clothing line. The Dream Team dominated the Summer Olympiad in Barcelona. And some of the best music ever made was also released in 1992.

Peep this line up…

The Chronic
Whut? Thee Album
Live and Let Die
Bizarre Ride II The Pharcyde
The Predator
Mecca And The Soul Brother
Dead Serious
Stunts, Blunts and Hip-Hop
Return of the Funky Man
Spice fuckin’ 1
Daily Operation
Reel 2 Reel
Runaway Slave

All of those albums have classic material. Most are outright classics by themselves. With all that great Hip-Hop that dropped in 1992 why is my favorite album the Body Count debut? One word… Hard fuckin’ body. There was never an album that expressed the angst and frustration of a teenager, an African American teenager, in this graphic a manner. The Body Count album had EVERYTHING covered. Police brutality, social malaise, drug abuse, racial dystopia, and fucking parenticide were all themes in their music. No wonder the PMRC didn’t want kids hearing this shit. Can you imagine how many kids might have merc’ked their parents after realizing their tacit support of racism?

Nahh, kids wouldn’t have killed their folks either because most kids are smart enough to realize that someone other than them goes out and busts their ass to keep the ‘frige filled and the cable television on. Body Count’s album was straight up headbanger music. The type of shit to make you want to break a champagne bottle over someone’s domepiece like Puffy did to Steve Stoute. Better than all of that it made kids wanna hang together ansd mosh together. Good shit. And most importantly, it had motherfuckers shredding guitars.

Thursday is the new Saturday in NYC. Aunt Jackie is supposed to be in town too. For all I know she is prA’li a roadie with Body Count since they are all from LaLa land. I’ve got one of those days before me ready made for a bump of that yayze, but don’t worry party people I will only be OD’ing on Red Bulls and Belvedere.

BODY COUNT
Europa
98 Meserole Ave, Brooklyn
8pm

The after concert jumpoff will be DEDAN’s party ‘Elbow Room’ at Rehab Lounge – 25 Avenue B, East Village Manhattan

Speaking of rehab…

GOD please allow me to see Friday afternoon in one piece. I’m almost too old for this shit.