By now you’ve come accustomed to the Doppelgangaz doing some hazy funk shit. I don’t know what the Dopp trips on, but I can’t wait to get me some. The Doppelgangaz do shit how I would if I could. Their look, their sound, their steez are all original and fresh.
Underground rap from the dungeon with a funky drummer underneath all of that. You can’t tell me you don’t feel this shit ‘What am I’?!?
This is that future funk.
The DefJux rap revival went down crazy last week at Santos. El-P’s movement was rock solid and went line for line with him on his latest project. That is what you call a fanbase.
Matt Raz and I almost didn’t get inside but Despot stepped out and pulled us in. Just in time for the rappy business too. Despot opened the show with some new shit and his classic joint cRap Music. Despot brought out Mr. Muthafuckin’ eXquire during his set and let him rock some of his bangers for the people.
The rappers we saw that night comprised one of my favorite types of WTF lists with Despot, eXqo, Heems from Das Racist, Killer Mike and El-P. The show was a alt-underground rapnerd’s wet dream and El-P’s backing band kept shit funkier than I expected. Cancer 4 Cure is a DOPE album, but it’s more than a music project. El-P’s album is a testament to survival. In art, in business, in life. I’m gonna put it in the 2012 top list no matter what else drops from here on in. I think this is the future for underground rap music.
The San Antonio Spurs were too old to compete two seasons ago. The same team core now looks unstoppable on their march to the NBA Finals trophy.
The balding Manu Ginobili, the gimpy old man Tim Duncan and the happily divorced Tony Parker haven’t lost a basketball game in over a month?!
The only team I thought might offer a challenge would be the young and powerful Oklahoma City Thunder with their speed and their length [ll], but even the Thunder appeared outmatched in the late minutes of Game 1 of the Western Conference Finals. We might as well give the Spurs the Larry O’Brien trophy now so I can turn all my attention to the Mets and Major League Baseball.
I felt real blah on Thursday so I came str8 home from the dayjob. Maybe it was all the rain that fell this week but I had no fuel in my tank for this holiday weekend. That was until I saw this box at my door from adidas Originals. They threw me a Knicks warmup and a fitted cap.
You couldn’t tell me that the homey from adidas hadn’t seen that I have these Altitude Hi’s in my archives and he sent me the jacket directly for that!? That wasn’t the case since everyone in NYC who is part of the seeding program got the jacket, but at least I can rest with the knowledge that no one else had the Knicks kicks on deck.
Ewing 4 Life!
Could it have all been so simple then?
The Knicks faced the Chicago Bulls in the 1993 Eastern Conference Finals and with less than a minute in the game John Starks became NYC’s eternal godson by raising up and punctuating the Knick victory with a dunk heard ’round the NBA world.
The Knicks would ultimately lose the series in 7 games to Michael Jordan and the Bulls, but at least we have a moment in time no other player can claim. We saw his Airness getting shit throwed on his head in the post-season. LOLOLOLOL