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Village Slum put in superior lenswork at the Roots $10 Jam this week.
The Jam was another classic session of talent and energy.
Video clips featuring Dice Raw, Truck North, Mickey Factz and Grand Puba.
All the overnight bodega brethren in Newark New Jersey can catch up with me tonight Weds. 4/22/09 at the Newark Museum of Art. The iC’s video collection ‘We Left Our Mother’s Basement’ will be played in its entirety.
I’ll kick it with you after each film or at the end of the run or in the middle. I don’t know but they have a microphone so I will host at some point. It should be a fun evening to catch a late night movie in a museum.
The Newark Museum has been celebrating their centennial anniversary by doing all kinds of cool shit to welcome folks to their facility. Take a look at the remaining schedule and partake of the indoor events if the weather doesn’t cooperate.
So are we clear on what is happening? Wednesday, April 22, 11pm. Newark Museum of Art. 49 Washington Street Newark New Jersey. iNternets Celebrities DVD screening + DP in full effect. FREE for DP.commenters, well truthfully, its free for everyone.
Rap music needs a FRat Pack…
Supergroups in rap music are like watching comets pass over eclipses. They are rare, but oh so spectacular. This is why posse rap tracks drive us crazy. To listen to a song with three or more artists each reaching for the gold over a dope beat is what I live for as a rap fan. This is why the SlaughterHouse movement has been killing shit.
Joell Ortiz, Crooked I, Joe Budden and Royce da 5-9 have been through some shit in this music industry. The ups and downs is what Joell might call it. This is another reason why I love SlaughterHouse so much. There is a pain and a pressure to the rhyming like they know a clock is ticking over all of them and they want to make sure their voices are heard before their time to broadcast them is diminished.
Imagine if SlaughterHouse could have formed up four or five years ago? Would we be so accepting of them now? Would we let them spin their stories of their frustration within the music industry to put their truths out to the public? Maybe not. SlaughterHouse’s unique appeal is borne of their individual failures and history. They are all good artists who may not “look” like the artist that a label wants to push out front. Instead of waiting on the shelf these dudes took their destinies into the own hands.
Now what if there was a supergroup formed from some of the younger artists that are being pushed forward? Try to imagine this supergroup being cultivated and performing together collectively as the years go by. This could be the biggest shit rap music ever saw. This could be the best shit rap music ever saw. A supergroup of artists with different backgrounds but the one thing in common is that they are all themselves as performers. What I mean is that there are no super-hero-thug-drugpusher postures that have to be expressed by these artists. Just the art. And the struggle to freely express JUST THE ART.
If I had the ears of the tallest Israelis I would tell them to make the Frat Rap Pack that new supergroup. The potential contained in this collective is something that can’t really even be measured right now. These guys could be bigger than Christmas.
Asher Roth, Drake, Kid Cudi and Bobby Ray (B.o.B.) are the formula. They pool together regional diversity just like SlaughterHouse does. They all have different adn individual rhyming styles as well. I think this collective could be so futuristic in taking rap music to places that haven’t been considered yet. The only problem I see in forming this college rap collective are the logistics that these guys are facing in rehearsing routines together.
Rappers don’t have to be in the studio together any longer with the way our technology to produce music has evolved, but they still need to get together in the same room to rehearse how they would perform a song that way when the shows actually come they won’t be on stage stepping on one another’s toes. In sports they call that shit chemistry. Once the Frat Pack gets their chemistry in order these dudes will be unstoppable.
Asher Roth already gets all the ladies to come through in high heels. Can you think what it would be like to have all of these dreamboat heartthrobs [ll] on the same stage. College co-ed panties will be flying through the air like frisbees. Even fat dudes like myself will be getting action. This is why I love college.
I had to re-purpose the headline from my peoples over at WWIB just to be clear that I live a real virtual life on these internets. When I am not at my lab setup early in the a.m. posting drops for the upcoming morning and afternoon I am doing shit like assembling content and important shit like seeing my lady.
Between both my day job schedule and the overtime assignments I just picked up along with my internets events it seems like I haven’t seen my lady in a month of Sundays. I need to be careful that I keep her heart in mind. It may seem like I am a single man to all the ladies that see me in these streets and lust for me…
*crickets*
But at the end of the day I am just a one woman man.
So I called Chocolate Snowflake up and asked her if we could go out on a date. C.S. was still a bit vexed with me that I blew her off the previous day. I knew exactly how I could get a little wiggle room back into her good graces. I told her we would take a drive to Coney Island. Chicks dig the sea breezes blowing through their locks. Some smooth shit on the radio would help my cause.
D’Angelo – ‘Cruisin’
Before Chocolate Snowflake came down from her apartment look who walks past me on Eastern Parkway? Fuck Casey Gane-McCalla! This fishstick wants to battle me on the internets. I wonder what, if anything, I have to gain from fuxing with CASEY GANE? [ll]. His ‘White Girls‘ video was the shit back on BET Uncut. As a matter of fact I think his video is what got that show canceled.
Casey is just another dude in a long string of real world PU~ pseudo-celebrities trying to come up on the internets. Thankfully for him my lady came down just in time before I would have had to knock Casey’s iced caramel macchiato Starbucks on the ground.
Just call me the “coffee smacker”.
Vanilla iced latte is not hardbody.
Fuck the shit you be talking Casey!
Talking about shit…
I swear don’t ever let me be in the position to pass legislation in this town. Black folks will not be allowed to own pets. Not even a motherfucking parakeet out this bitch.
I know that was Black people that left that dukeese.
How do I know?
Trust me I know this shit.
All the white I fux with in this neighborhood do dumb white shit like ordering specially made plastic bags from the pet supply store to pick up the dukeese. It’s Black folks who have the misappropriated sense of privilege on Eastern Parkway. Okay, and its also the occasional Hasid that will run a motherfucker over, but if its someone leaving dog poop on the sidewalk that is the Blacks.
Enough of my Blacks with dogs rant. Chocolate Snowflake and I love dogs, especially hot dogs.
We took a drive to Coney Island to enjoy some of that Nathan’s Famous from the OG spot where the whole thing popped off from 1000 years ago.
We ate our shit in the brick ass cold just like the Puerto Rican families that were holding down the outdoor seating mob deep. Shouts to all the Puerto Ricans that fux with DP dot com.
Fuck it, shouts to all the Mexicans in general.
I keeps it 100 at Nathan’s Famous by ordering the cheese sauce on my fries.
In all honesty, Nathan’s Famous cheese sauce >>> Big Mac sauce.
And that is the truth, Ruth.
The only thing bad about that cheese sauce is the gaseous aftermath.
I wouldn’t wish that shit on my worst enemy either. That’s prA’li what the CIA be using on fools in Guantanamo.
It’s the type of shit that you should only share with the person that loves you the most.
In my case that would be my lady, Chocolate Snowflake.
D’Angelo featuring AZ – ‘Lady’ (Preemo remix)
^ lifted from TwitPic –> JaRouge
Was Joe Budden’s latest music video cinematically inspired by the classic Reh Dogg clip of ‘Why Must I Cry’?
Like LEN WARNER used to say, “let’s take it to the videotape”