Killer comes to NYC!
Sept 8th – Sept 29th
Signup deadline is August 29th
My weekend is looking something like this…
Friday night – Video Music Box 25th Anniversary
I might have to peep my homey Kid Cudi, along with santoGold and Diplo at CPSS on Sunday too. Just to get my hipster rap right (no UnKut).
Jones Beach on Saturday – Eff a shark in the ‘A’!
But Saturday night is the jumpoff…
THE REALNESS – 80’s PARTY
DJ SPINNA & DJ SCRATCH
@ Element, NYC
225 East Houston Street (corner of Essex St & Avenue A)
Tell the cashier that you got the info from here and you pay only $10.
BILLY X. SUNDAY reviews the album release party from the sidewalk outside of the club.
The album release party for NaS’ latest CD reminded me of NYC years past, when spots like NV, The Tunnel and the Red Zone were packed to capacity. Chicks would be wearing their highest heels and dudes would be rocking their crispiest I.T.’s. NaS’ parties were always some ghetto fabulous shit. Just like Biggie’s and Jay’s and Puffy’s events, but NaS’ joints would be more filled with regular people looking their best, not just dressed up entertainment industry people.
Last night was one of those events where a chickenhead becomes cordon bleu and a duckmouth turns into foie gras, but only for a night. Tomorrow everyone becomes themselves again. I love sidewalk pimping at these events. Frankly, I think you are losing by going inside the club unless there is an open bar, and even then who needs that if you brought your own booze, which I did. I’ve spent the last twenty five years of my life getting into some ridiculous parties and standing outside of some banana head joints. At the end of the day I have a good time since I bring my own fun.
Women are getting sluttier now that I am getting older. Even though we are in a recession there seems to be no shortage of groupies at the high profile events. At the live rap show I went to the other night there were ladies all around but they weren’t heavily made up and most of them had on sneakers. At the NaS party I thought I was peeping Kelis clones all around me. The difference between NaS and Kelis, and say Jay and BeYonce, or even J.D. and Janet is that NaS and Kelis are accessible. That and the fact that NaS actually HAS sex with Kelis as opposed to simply being photographed in her vicinity.
The question of whether NaS album is any good has already been answered. He won’t outsell Wayne but he will have a modest sales total by the end of the summer. At the end of the day one good NaS track pwns Lil’ Wayne’s entire catalog. Most other rapper’s catalog for that matter. I haven’t been that impressed with the album tracks that I have heard while the Nigger mixtape was exciting and filled with potential. NaS is such an enigma as a recoding artist. He is clearly a genius on several levels, but then he becomes an idiot savant during interviews.
If Tupac were concerned more about being a provacative lyricist than simply being provacative he would have been NaS. There aren’t too many rappers left that can express all the facets of the ghetto experience. Not just our desire to have luxury, but the humanity that the most enlightened ghetto dwellers seek to achieve. How to be one with the planet and one with yourself was stripped from the Native Americans via systemic genocide and it was removed from the Africans that arrived in the Americas via the whip and those who cracked it, white and Black. My father told me that there were some Blacks that couldn’t wait to get their hands on the whip. They would be the most forceful crackers of all time.
We still have Blacks that can’t wait to get their hands on the whip. Testify to the killers of Sean Bell. We still have Blacks that can’t wait to get their hands on a new whip, because the ’07 joints are a year old now. I know I was talking about that NaS album release party that I couldn’t get into and I know I should be talking about his new album, but I am still drunk from all the rum that I snuck into the premiere of The Dark Knight. Yooooooooo, that was some hardbody shit. Definitely go see that shit like right now. It’s 3am party people, do you know where your children are?
^ A very slim-downed version of Raf and I.
Let’s all be honest and admit that live rap shows are mostly ass cheeks. I am tired of rappers pointing the microphones out to the crowd so that we can sing their fucking songs. I just paid my good money to clap so these dudes could rap. Picture that I paid money to come to a venue and then I gotta be the motherfucker rapping? Fuck no.
Last night I went to see Wale, backed by a go-go band, along with Blu & Exile and the A-O-K collective featuring Fresh Daily, P.Casso, 8th One, Homeboy Sandman and Nola Darling. This was a literal all star night for underground acts. For good measure, your boy Skyzoo, and Skillz, the million dollar backpacker even showed up to spit a few tracks for the peoples.
The show was held in the legendary nightclub S.O.B.’s which is like the last venue left standing from grimy NYC. I love Hip-Hop shows at S.O.B.’s not just because of all the free CD’s I get handed now. I remember the days when Percee P used to try to sell me his joints. Those days weren’t that long ago. I couldn’t get a phone number from a pretty chick back then. I still can’t though, but that is my own choice.
If you are an underground emcee living in the tri-state area and you haven’t rocked the mic at S.O.B.’s or even been to show there for that matter please retire from the game. Get a job somewhere doing anything but rapping because you don’t have the essence of Hip-Hop. Unpredictable glitches in the sound system, janky microphones and an unruly crowd are all part of the flavor. Real emcees overcome these obstacles.
So these cats A-O-K were okay. There was so many of them they needed their own show. They brought sufficient energy and rhymes for the most part and they have a female set called Nola Darling that was real nice on ther eyes. They reminded me of a more feminine looking Zhane. This cat from London Che Grand was scheduled to get on next but time constraints and sound issues fucked up his set. He seems like a good joe. I have a mixtape with some joints from him on it that I will play sometime this week. I’m kind of backed up on my new music right now. Moving right along…
Blu & Exile is a show that you need to see when you get the chance. First off, these two dudes are so fucking chill I can’t stand it. When I sat down to interview Blu in the green room I didn’t realize that the white dude next to him was Exile. I thought that Exile was a fucking Mexican. Plus that white dude had the look of a manager type (read: weedholder). You already know that white rolls with that good green ish. So instead of making me feel like a douchebag these dudes went in with me and we chopped it up for a bit. Blu & Exile are crate diggers. For me, those are the ultimate types of Hip-Hop heads. Thy use their tour dates to travel the country searching for rare vinyl. I’m going to buy their album on the strength of their crate digging pedigree, and the fact that they gave a supreme stage show.
Wale was the next act and he brought every Black dude left from D.C. to get on the stage with him. From DJ Alze to Pete Rosenberg. Wale has been the shit for a New York minute now and I wasn’t disappointed by his energy of his stageshow. Most people on NYC, myself included, only have a cursory knowledge of Go-Go music, but it is very much part of the Hip-Hop canon, or certainly a cousin as is dancehall reggae. Go-go music is classic move your ass party music. If you can only do a head nod then you aren’t built to bounce with a go-go beat. That is what Wale did for his hour long set. He bounced up and down. He rapped fast and then slow. Wale even let the drummer get some.
The next stop for Wale is overseas where he will headline for Jay-Z. That’s all pretty well and good for the guy making people listen to go-go music again. If Wale, or Blu and Exile are in your town I stringly suggest you copp yourself a ticket. You won’t be one bit disappointed.
Do the math…