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United We Stand…

Friday, December 7th, 2007

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As the television and screenwriter’s guild strike enters its second month I made a trip to the picket lines to see if the writers were steadfast in their commitment to a better and more fair working contract.

Some of the writers had even decided to give up sex during the strike. Masturbation? Not so much.

Look out for a picket plaque that reads “ONAN 4 CONAN”.

For more information on the writers guild strike and what you can do to help these union members receive the equity for their work, go to the Writers Guild of America – East website.

A LETTER FROM THE MANAGEMENT

Thursday, December 6th, 2007

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Owwww, my aching head!

I am getting too damn old to be doing this shit on a school night. My man like 50 grand RM linked with me in Medina last nite and we fell through this holiday event organized by MARC ECKO and Complex. Yes, that same MARC ECKO that I said should take the penis from his jowls.

That remark was a lifetime ago in internets time and he was letting about five hundred people use his office space as a networking lounge. All the free Hennessy and Gran Marnier you could drink. And you already know my story…

So here I am now at 2am in my parent’s basement quite twisted, but content that I politicked with some of the people inside the game that I give a fuck about. Shout out to PLAIN PAT, HOBBS, CHAD, Bodega JAMES and JENNIFER.


JENNIFER, oh JENNY.

Another shout goes out to adidas Rockport since they were the ones that provided the unlimited booze and free shoes. ERNIE, you asked me about some adidas Rockport boots. I got you homeslice. Beggar from my PardonMeDuke family, get at me sonn. You’ve got mail, and it’s a pair of shoes. I got one more pair to give away and I need to give them to my homey LM. Dude just mailed me a check to cover my domain registration and server fees for 2008. DP Dot Com ain’t going nowhere.

Right now though, DP is going to bed. Peace out bitches.

SNEAKER FIENDS UNITE!

Wednesday, December 5th, 2007

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**TONIGHT**

Obsessive Sneaker Disorder – A totally interactive telephone forum podcast about sneaker culture. OSD goes in on anything and everything concerning sneakers.
Date: Wed, December 5, 2007
Time: 09:30 PM EST

How to participate…
Call in:
1. Dial: (724) 444-7444
2. Enter: 49061 # (Talkcast ID)
3. Enter: 1

**TOMORROW**

NikeTown NYC
Holiday Party

5 West 57th Street
Date: Thurs, December 6, 2007
Time: 06:00 PM EST
FREE booze. Sneakers? Not so much.
FREE booze.

Stand Up! Hip-Hop Showcase
Piano’s

Date: Thurs, December 6, 2007
Time: 09:00 PM EST

DONNY GOINES
HIRED GUN
CAUSE
N.Y. OIL
SEAN P
+
me and you

Develop, Don’t Destroy, Brooklyn…

Wednesday, December 5th, 2007

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A few years ago you couldn’t find a more vocal opponent to the proposed construction over the Atlantic Avenue railyards than I was. Sure, the railyards is a patch of blight in a community that has been resurgent, but at what price to the existing community must we accept redevelopment?

New York City on the whole is squeezing the middle class like so much ripened citrus we are almost wrung free of our nectar. What makes this city such a wonderment in the first place are all the people making a living here despite our various ethnic, religious, politic and economic backgrounds. The city is becoming as segregated as a state in the antebellum south. The separations aren’t just racial, but more pronounced along economic lines.

How the fuck does the Bronx end up as the poorest urban county in America? Simply by Manhattan owning the inverse proportion of wealthy residents. LM sent me an online article from CNN/Money featuring some of New York City’s wealthiest families. Peep this shit…

All In The Families

What they all have in common is that their fortunes are tied directly to the land. Forget the stock market, or even broadcasting. New York City wealth is all about the ground that you walk on and who has claim to it. This is why I had such a great concern for the development slated for Brooklyn. This boro has the largest population of minorities and new immigrants who will be the last people to be recognized and protected when the big money is on the line. That big money is in the form of the development company led by real estate mogul BRUCE RATNER.

The ambitious project in downtown Brooklyn called MetroTech is spreading outwards to the west in the high gloss DUMBO arts community. It is spreading northward by capturing Fort Greene and Clinton Hill in its wake and it has its eyes firmly set on the east where the Atlantic Avenue railyards are. But with all of the noise for change and all of the young, new-monied folks moving into Brooklyn (read: w… you already know), there is still a voice that must be heard.

JOY CHATEL owns a venerable building on the downtrodden Duffield Street. Her building was formerly a stopover on the Underground Railroad. This was one railroad that she was not about to let RATNER demolish for his shiny new retail playground Brooklyn. She rallied for her rights to keep her home. She mobilized media not just around her home, but for the cause that we can not just push poor people out into the ocean. The courts listened to her arguments and this week she was victorious in her efforts.

By embracing new media Mrs. CHATEL has shown that activism has many forms and formats. You can stand up for your rights by sitting down for a few moments to blog to some of your best friends and let them know what is important to you. It wasn’t enough for the city to rename Duffield Street into Abolitionist Place. Mrs. CHATEL and her friends made the city follow through with action that preserves our American heritage.

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COMBAT JACK Goes In: ‘The Big Doe Rehab’

Tuesday, December 4th, 2007

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Editor’s note: Combat Jack gives DP Dot Com their holiday gift. L’Chaim bitches.

I gotta apologize for not handing in my review of the Wu’s latest “8 Diagrams” as I promised my boy Dallas last week. True, I had mad grown man responsibilities to handle this weekend, but still and all, excuses are the tools of the incompetent. I see that Dallas, er, Billy X. Sunday has already given y’all the scoop on the new Wu joint.

As a peace offering, and having had the opportunity to come up on GhostFace’s “Big Doe Rehab” this weekend, I was fortunate enough to burn some trees, pop on the headphones and go deep with this one as I shoveled snow off my brand new BK castle yesterday.

Yo, for real, this one right here kills 99.9% of all hip-hop releases dropped this year(and this was a good year).

Let’s go in on this joint track by track…

“At The Cabana” – One of the funniest and most welcome intro skits I’ve heard in a very long time. Like a scene out of “Scarface”, but much more entertaining.

“Toney Sigel” – Ill menacing track laced not only with some of Toney’s freshest rhymes like “we never voted, we voting for Oprah, Obama and Eric B”, but we’re also blessed with a stellar Beanie Sigel performance, who sounds like he was born to murder this beat. I like. Very much. Them two would make an ill lp together.

“Yolanda’s House” – Crazy story joint about Ghost escaping the scene of a crime, also happening to run into both Method Man and Raekwon. Meth kills like he’s a new nigga again, one who never did that bullshit sitcom with Redman. Rae comes correct as well. Track is some smooth shit that most def could be on the OBFCL sequel. I like. Very much.

“We Celebrate” – Featuring Kid Capri. This one’s on some hyped shit using “I Just Want To Celebrate” by Rare Earth, an old Dr. Dre sample. Ghost is on celebrating life. Funny cause I peeped his interview with Miss Info where he plugged this joint for the NBA. Funny nigga.

“Walk Around” – Another ill story about how, after Ghost pops a nigga in the face with a burner, Toney starts bugging because a piece of the dude’s flesh lands on Ghost’s clothing. Track is on some ole school, Just Blaze soulful shit. Great concept. Great story. Great song. I like. Very much.

“Yapp City” – A’wright heist story featuring Trife Da God and Ghost’s son, Son God. Cool joint, not a classic though.

“White Linen Affair (Toney Awards)” – An award show which kind of reminds me of Jay-Z’s celebratory “Roc Boys”, only smoother and executed in Ghost’s unique manner. Cool how he makes all types of celebrities names rhyme together. I like. Very much.

“Supa GFK” – Ghost raps over that “Superman Lover” track Redman killed years ago. Not mad though, Ghost delivers.

“Rec-Room Therapy (Feat. Raekwon and U-God)” – Ill slinky beat, ill hook, reminds me of “Apollo Kids” from “Supreme Clientele”, Rae kills, U-God, who has to be the worst emcee in the entire the Wu click drops a verse. Dude does have a great voice though. [||]. I like. Very much.

“The Prayer (performed by Ox)” – A skit type of accapella performance by some dude named Ox, on some doo-woppish shit. A bit depressing since it sounds like Ox lived a very very painful life. I could have done without this joint.

“I’ll Die For You” – On a track sounding straight off the “Shaft” soundtrack, Ghost muses deeply about who and what he would die for. Makes it clear he ain’t dying for no punk bitches-. Once again, great concept.

“Paisley Darts (Feat Raekwon, Sun God, Method Man and Capadonna)” – Another soulful joints with Ghost and crew waxing poetic about how fly they be. Cappadonna is in rare form.

“Shakey Do Starring Lolita (feat. Raekwon)” – A story joint about some Spanish chick out to kill Ghost on some revenge shit. Soulful beats for days. Great concept. Another joint perfect of OB4CL2.

“!” – A merengue sounding instrumental interlude, I guess connecting with the intro skit.

“Killa Lipstick (feat Method man, Masta Killa)” – The EPMD “Listen To My Demo” track. Meth does the hook and we get a Masta Killa verse. ‘Bout how purty chicks can get grimey too.

“Slow Down (feat Chrisete Michele)” – Another soulful joint, this lp on the whole sounds like it could be Ghost’s version of “Blueprint”.

The verdict: On the whole, this album is currently my favorite joint in rotation. Is it one of 2007’s best? Most definitely!!! Is it better than Ghost’s classic “Supreme Clientele”? I wouldn’t say it is, but then again, this album is so different, that comparing the two would be like comparing apples to oranges. As much as I liked “8 Diagrams”, this one gets more burn, especially since it’s less complex than the Wu’s latest venture and happens to be one of Ghost’s easiest to listen to albums ever. After more than 15 years in the game and at 37 yrs old, Ghost effortlessly maintains his ability to sound like he’s new again. Makes me wonder why he’s never made anyone’s GOAT list. Hmmmm. Please cop this perfect stocking stuffer. It’s another certified Wu-tang banger.