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The Day The Music Died…

Monday, November 16th, 2009

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Why are these people being allowed to kill music? Forget the moonwalk conspiracy for a moment and focus on the reality that the Black Eye Peas are ruining any remaining credibility to Hip-Hop and to the delicious taste of black eyed peas!

*as an aside, you MUST use fatback if you are making hoppin-john*

Good gravy I watched these clowns on Saturday Night Live this past weekend and they blew my mind at how horrible they were as performers. They were simply a collection of bouncing buffoons repeating vapid single line nursery rhymes. I know they have sold tens of millions of records but that belabors the point that the world is filled with people no smarter than assmunch.

The fact that these fucks are listed in Wikipedia as a Hip-Hop band is the problem I am having. They are like Milli Vanilli without the suicide (yet, oh God please hear me). This chick Fergie is closer to being 50yrs old than she is to being 30. I’ve seen her hands and them shits look gnarled. Someone might say that is from her years as a hardcore drug abuser but I think its just the fact that she as old as fux and doesn’t take well to moisturization.

The person we really need to be saved from is Will.I.Am. He isn’t just complicit in ruining rap music as a fake Timbaland producer but he is ruining comicbook franchises too. His casting in the Wolverine movie was a sire spot for me this past summer. If you thought Wale or Kid Cudi were bad for Hip-Hop then you must recognize the Black Eyed peas as the anti-Christ. Who will save our Hip-Hop now that NaS is buying beats from Will.I.Am?

OSIRIS LIVES… (O.D.B. R.I.P. ReMix)

Friday, November 13th, 2009

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Editor’s Note: This post was originally issued as an e-mail blast after the tragic death of RUSSELL T. JONES a/k/a OL’ DIRTY BASTARD. The WU-TANG Collective gathers at the Hammerstein Ballroom in N.Y.C. to celebrate the life and legacy of O.D.B. on February 14, 2006. Peace to OL’ DIRTY. Peace to the WU.

I never got a chance to really open up and show my love to BIG BABY JESUS(OL’ DIRTY). Next to GHOSTFACE, I felt the soundtrack to his life the most. There is so much mental energy that we Black men exert on an everyday basis just to keep from going crazy. The socio-political-economic system that we live under acts like water running down a drain and we struggle daily not to go under. Not that anyone out here has it particularly easy(white included) because when your taxes aren’t paid on time, Uncle Sam will come to your door to get his regardless of your last name. Your last name only determines if he will ring the doorbell or kick in the door.

I should pra’li give thanks to the WU real quick also. The WU-TANG clan illustrated the diaspora that is the Black Man. The members were individually talented and collectively invincible. Not since PUBLIC ENEMY has there been a group as diversely and intelligently orchestrated. Each member of the clan used their particular style to imprint and transform rap music. The term ‘ice’ belonged to the WU. If you don’t believe me please go copp RAEKWON’s ultra-classic first album also featuring GHOSTFACE KILLAH.

Without the WU-TANG CLAN who could we look for to express Black male unity? The 1980’s wannabe crack dealing reminscent DIPLOMATS? STATE PROPERTY? Isn’t ‘State Property’ the term used for incarcerated slave labor?!? The Gay Unit, oops, I meant to say G-UNIT.

Well all I got to say is one thing to say. ‘Shimmy Shimmy Y’all’. WU-TANG FOREVER!


Brooklyn Zoo


The Stomp


Baby C’mon


Shimmy Shimmy Ya’


Hippa To Da Hoppa


Rawhide


Brooklyn Zoo II (Tiger Crane)

Sesame Is What’s Hot In The Streets…

Friday, November 13th, 2009

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Rafi Kam was right when he said that the Internets Celebrities owe a debt of respect to Sesame Street (Saturday Night Live as well, but that’s another drop for another day). Without the production of the Children’s Television Workshop this world would be too mean and scary for children. The monsters on Sesame Street were our friends and they looked out for us. They held our hands and they sung to us.

You can’t imagine the transformative power of this programming even today when kids can navigate gaming consoles well before they can speak in complete sentences. Everyone is failing the children from the parents, caregivers, and up to the educators but never Sesame Street. This is still the single place that children can be adults without the burden of paying bills. Children are spoken to with eye contact and love in the center of the message. Thank you Sesame Street, without you this world would be even more fucked the fuck up.

This weekend, my favorite library in the Brooklyn, the central branch at Grand Army Plaza is hosting a 40th anniversary celebration for Children Television Workshop’s Sesame Street. They have so many activities and events scheduled I almost want to rent myself a child. If you are lucky enough to have someone in your life that you would like to introduce to the perfect world of Sesame Street please don’t hesitate to find yourself at the Brooklyn Central Library this Saturday.

Ol’ Dirty Bastard would definitely be there.

But then again, Wu-Tang is for the children.

Das Retarded…

Friday, November 13th, 2009

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The jig is up for non-disabled actors playing retards and or other types of disabilities. The actual retards now want these simple jack roles to go to actors who are actually retards.

Disabled want more performers to truly fit roles

How real is this?

Very much I hope.

I don’t want to see anyone in Blackface unless they can be as awesome as Robert Downey Jr. was in ‘Tropic Thunder’.

Drake is no longer allowed to be photographed in a wheelchair even if he sprains his anterior cruciate while slipping on the sweet syrup of his lyrics.

This should also qualify for sexuality as well. No transgender performers allowed unless they can produce genitalia that reasonably resembles that of the gender they are performing as. Lady Gaga gets the hermaphrodite exemption.

Tyler Perry however will have to undergo some sort of surgery if he want to continue with the Madea meme.

The Sound I Saw…

Thursday, November 12th, 2009

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I just cribbed that headline from a great book that Chocolate Snowflake’s father published.

I always get that feeling when I attend a Roots Jam Session at the Highline Ballroom. There’s always a visual element that perfectly complements the musician’s performances.

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I try not to take the Roots for granted like I did back in the day. They were in NYC as often as they are now it seemed and the scene they were helping to build was still not the developed headliners and showstoppers that we know these people as today. The whole Rawkus movement along with what we would come to regard as the neo-Soul genre was just finding their footing. When you are building something substantial the footing is attached to the foundation and the Roots are the foundation for soul music.

The first sound that man ever made was the sound of the drum. This was the call to listen up. Man was trying to imitate the thunder from the sky because it told him to pay attention to his surroundings. The second sound that man tried to create was the song from his mouth. The song held the instructions that the drum told you were coming. When the drum and the song complement each other we learn about our world. We evolve to a higher plateau of understanding.

The final Roots Jam Session will be next week Tuesday. The Roots will continue to perform I’m sure because this is what they do, but I won’t take them for granted that I will the chance to commune with them again as I have at the Highline. This has been one of the most inspirational periods for me as a writer to be around a group of people that love what they do so much they would do it for free.

It’s now time for me to embark on my journey to deliver my journals and tell everyone I know about the sound I saw.

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