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From Gold, To Shackles, Back To Gold by 40 DIESEL

Wednesday, August 13th, 2008

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Editor’s note: 40 Diesel is my man like fifty grand so I will allow him to say anything he wants to on this site. He can even exhalt in the triumphs of athletes who are no where near as courageous as the two pictured above. Leave it to 40 however to redefine patriotism through the liberation of one’s paycheck. Read on DP Dot Commenters…

As if you didn’t know already, the Olympics are underway in all of its glory and all of its gall. The Olympics used to be a place of international competition and the overall goodwill of humanity through sport, but in the modern era its been come the global pulpit where grievances and pride are aired and displayed. Much ado has been made about China’s role in the situation in Darfur, and many of the “Official Corporate Sponsors” i.e. Coke and the like are catching grief under guilt by association. Honestly unless someone gets the balls to do something in line with TOMMIE SMITH and JOHN CARLOS in the ’68 Mexico City Games, then its just more liberal hustler propaganda (ala the Obama tee), because we need so save Baltimore as well as Darfur – IF NOT FIRST. Its gonna take a more profound act than bitching or some random rubber bracelet.

One of the common targets of corporate sponsorship/irresponsibility by the arm chair granola set is one of my beloved brands – The Nike Corporation of Beaverton, Oregon. Nike is always catching beef from the New Balance liberal hustler set for their labor practices and their sneaker prices. However there is no denying Nike’s influence on the global athletic community, and isn’t that what the Olympics is about anyway? Nike’s global positioning is no accident and the global icon and pitchman that is probably most responsible for this is His Airness MICHAEL JEFFREY JORDAN. MJ is no stranger to the Olympics, having won two gold medals, first in the ’84 LA Games, and the other with the team of universe beaters aka “The Dream Team” in the ’92 Barcelona games.

Lets be real for a second – DAVID STERN gave Jordan the job, but Nike made Jordan the global icon, to which Stern’s NBA is still reaping the benefits from. To this day Nike is still a corporate king maker of athletes, and their list of endorsers will shake the foundation of what ever sport they outfit for these dudes for. Having lost out on the NBA/NFL outfitting contracts a few years back, Nike had been itching to get their Swoosh on American professional athlete’s uniforms. Well they got their wish as Olympic outfitters most important USA Basketball which was renamed “The Redeem Team” for the ’08 Beijing Games.

So of course in true Nike fashion they’ve gone all in for this. They’ve debuted the HYPERDUNK, Nikes newest sneaker technology since they debuted the SHOX in the 2000 Sydney Games (“Hey Fred Weis, tell me how my sack tastes” – Vince Carter). Also, whats Nike with out some jaw-dropping. awe-inspiring, game-changing commercial that makes you understand why they’re running this shit literally and figuratively? I give you 40’s “Exhibit A”:

Come on man. Thats that shit right there. I’m sending that advertising a firm a Kwanzaa card this December. Plus what I love about this year’s men’s hoops squad is the bigger picture they represent. Don’t let the media MICHAEL PHELPS you to death, his quest for individual success is great and all, and as America’s premiere white Olympic athlete he’s gonna get alot of deserved coverage. However the global community is getting tired of America’s individualistic posturing, and with the proverb of “It takes a village to raise a child”, its gonna take a team to raise this nation. That team is the US Men’s Basketball team.

At the opening game against the Chinese National Squad, KOBE BRYANT was mobbed while G-G-G-G DUBYA was merely golf clapped out of diplomatic politeness. LEBRON, ‘MELO, WADE and the rest of the team are rock stars in the Olympic Village, all while maintaining a level of humility focused on the goal of THE GOLD. Most of (white) America would love to paint these guys as cocky, brash spoiled NBA brats, which just isn’t the case. The guys who were on the team who are carrying the shame of the ’04, third place finish are motivated (LeBRONZE JAMES), and all these men have said that this experience is bigger and more important than any NBA title they’ve ever competed for or won. They have elevated themselves over the simplistic critiques of being a team of primadonnas to a cohesive unit with a singular goal. Who says that brothers can’t get along?

I don’t know how the rest of the world sees this team, but it does my heart proud to see the descendants of chattel slaves, evolve in to a solid BILLION DOLLARS of black wealth out there defending the pride of this country. These are the disciples of Jordan. They understand the game and the blueprint he’s laid out for them to follow and improve upon. Represent for your responsibilities, and handle your business. America may chide these young men for not having a college degree between them, but they damn sure know history and economics. They understand that they have a job to do as ambassadors, but also know they are global icons and thats gonna cost anyone who wants a piece of that. If you want us to represent this country which has been egregiously thankless to us, then we’re gonna redefine our American and get our slice if the pie even if gotta bake it ourselves. Thats why Kobe & Co got Stern a little nervous when they all more than admitted they’d be foolish not to take a $50M European deal…

And I completely understand that mentality. Whether its Crispus Attucks in Boston, or Joe Louis vs. Max Schmelling, America will rally behind its Negroes when their causes are the same, just for them to return to “their spot” in line when the aim is achieved. Think I’m lying, read any NBA beat writer come January. All that good will they had for these guys after they get the gold will all be vanquished, and they’ll be back to “million dollar thug crybabies”. If I’ve seen it once, I’ve seen it a million times. So get that gold medal fellas, and get all the gold that goes along with it. And if that leads you to foreign shores, NBA hoopsters than do what you got to. But for now rock the Stars & Stripes with pride and what ever swagger you have to – this is your country fellas. I for one am proud.

BTW – thanks to NaS for the title of this drop. “You Can’t Stop Us Now” has become that anthem… “From pyramids, to cotton fields, to Wrigley Field.”

NaS featuring EBAN THOMAS – ‘You Can’t Stop us Now’

P.S.: Dallas the challenge is for you to get that ‘LO lifestyle Olympic Ceremony blazer. Considering I scooped the ROOTS USA Jacket form the ’04 Athens Games, its gotta be out there to be had!!!!

JILL SCOTT x BROOKLYN = 2-NITE!!!

Monday, August 11th, 2008

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Brothers, be forewarned:

Sisters will have the sassy swagger turned up to ten tonight.

Don’t forget that this is the FREE concert that Brooklyn has been waiting for.

I expect to see a whole lot of sexies with that silky smooth moisturized cocoa brown armfat.

You know that thick piece of meat that a sexy has right above her elbows.

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That meat is part muscle, from all the stuff we give the sisters to carry on their own.

That meat is also part fat, because it so, so very tender and sweet.

I like to grab that meat and massage it. Then smack it. Then massage it again.

If you like that meat as well I suggest you get yourself down here right after work.

I fucks with JILL SCOTT hardbody. She got the snap-rap anthem for all the armfat lovers.

Crown Royal

Note: You can’t bring in a cooler, but you can bring in food, and beverages provided they are NOT in glass bottles or cans.

C.S. has me carry one of those reusable bags from the supermarket which I fill with sandwiches, chips and green tea.

A veritable pick-a-nick negro I be.

Mama Needs Some New Wigs…

Friday, August 8th, 2008

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Everybody nose why Jay-Z can’t leave rap alone.

I am not going to even front like I didn’t have some ‘Glow In The Dark’ dust sprinkled on my Lucky Charms last night when my fellow iNternets Celebrity homey CASIMIR NOZKOWSKI texted me from the encore concert at MSG. Jay-Z came out and did a preview of a song from what is rumored to be his next album project ‘Blueprint 3’.

I could only imagine how banana head the crowd was at that moment. Jay-Z is far from my favorite rapper, but dude is an undeniable legend in rap music. Even if I don’t like his albums as cohesive pieces of art, whatever that means, this nigga has hits for days. I remember the last time I saw Jay-Z in concert during his anniversary performance for ‘Reasonable Doubt’. The part of that show that blew off the roof was his encore set of random hits.

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Match up Jay-Z with KanYe West again and that project has all the potential to be a watershed moment in rap music history. Wow, what the hell kind of weed do these industry niggas pass around? I’m throwing out hyperbole like this is Christmas time and I don’t want Santa to consider the fact that I cursed him out for eleven months. Honestly, I’m still psyched from standing near Maxwell, Busta Rhymes and Double-O.

I’m a littled annoyed however that some people no longer choose to name their albums, as if the joints that preceded the latest were so unforgettable. In the real world of architecture if this is the third blueprint already maybe your design is flawed. The truth of the matter is that Jay-Z’s ‘Blueprint 3’ exec produced by KanYe West may be more like buying some shit from Cinnabon. It smells good as fuck, but after you taste that shit, not so much.

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KanYe and Jay have made hit songs though. Ever since the Dynasty album ‘Ye Tudda has been producing some memorable tracks for Jay-Z. My favorite by far is the ‘Takeover’ which sampled the classic Doors song ‘Five 2 One’. Let’s face it, these dudes have done it before and right now no one is hotter behind the boards than KanYe West . Not Timbo, not the Neptunes, and not even Jay’s number one hit-making producer Just Blaze.

The question that arises though is real and daunting…

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Who will find the goofier jacket to wear?

Okay not that question. This question…

Is Jay-Z up to the task of holding down his end of the project?

Jay-Z’s last two albums were cliché on one hand and retread on the other. ‘American Gangster’ did have some bright spots. ‘Kingdome Come’ had even fewer. I’m just thankful at least neither of them were titled Hard Knock Life: Volume 8.

With everything in the world going for him outside of rap music I wonder why in the world would he return to rapping. Someone needs to make sure that the folks slaving, er, serving at the 40/40 Club are getting their dental benefits.

Didn’t Jay-Z just reportedly also buy the company that makes all the Yankees fitted hats?

Whew, that was a close call. He might have had to start wearing Mets hats like NaS does. The Lord knows you haters would call him a biter.

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Then it dawned on me why Jay-Z was forced from retirement yet again…

BeYonce needs some new wigs.

You people wouldn’t understand just how expensive all BeYonce’s blonde hairpieces must be. I imagine them joints are crafted from the finest Russian orphan girl locks. None of that Chernobyl shit either. Straight Siberian foster home specials. I have never seen BeYonce wearing the same wig twice. She has Jay-Z grinding hard to keep her looking that good.

Plus ol’ boy is spending millions to keep her in the finest automobiles. And you know you cant put no low-test gas in the tank of a Rolls. That shit requires 101 octane. I will give Jay some credit though for being frugal when it comes to his own needs. Here he is with BeYonce at several different basketball games and even though his wife flips her wigs like no tomorrow he stays rocking the same black shirt.

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I think this collabo will be good for Jay-Z in that it might give him a chance to let that bitch breathe. Maybe Jay-Z can bring ‘Ye Tudda with him to a few Nets games. It must be a pain in the ass to always have to tell BeYonce where the ball is. And speaking of where the balls are stashed, or rather where the balls are kept (these metaphors can go on for days)…

Mark your calendars for the last weekend in October. That’s when Jay-Z’s roommate LARRY JOHNSON (supercalifragilistic double-entendre [ll] to anyone with the surname Johnson) comes to town to play against the Jets. I can just see Jay-Z, KanYe, BeYonce and LArray all up that midtown apartment playing Jenga and Connect4 [ll].

When Lupe stops by they make him walk to Brooklyn for some cheesecake.

Yeah, goodtimes… Actually, G.O.O.D.times.

So this is why I am hyped for the ‘Blueprint 3’ album. It has classic potential just from the talent that will be involved in making it a reality, and most importantly it gives me a reason to enjoy this rap music blogging shit.

Oh yeah, and one last thing…

Handshakes >>> Kisses

jay ye

ROCK THE BLOCK IN BROOKLYN 8.9.08

Friday, August 8th, 2008

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“ROCK THE BLOCK” ~ Bringing Awareness To The Emerging Artist Renaissance That Is In Brooklyn!

ALL DAY EVENT – Saturday 08.09.08 – 12pm-8pm

Being held in 3 different locations, within the same block(s) radius.

Being held in 3 different locations, within the same block(s) radius.

1. Frank White- 936 Atlantic Ave (near Washington Ave.)

2. Yume – 925 Bergen St

3. Not Just Vintage – 1256 Bedford Ave

Live performances- Fresh Daily, Theophilus London, Jesse Boykins III, Print w/ Good Day Good Night, Ray 6, Vice Lounge, Honey Larochelle, Ernie Gaines

Live DJs – DJ Spinna, DJ Scratch, DJ GoldFinger, DJ Soul, Blackcocaine, the M Report, Miss Behaviour & Melo-X…With A Special *B.I.G. Pimpin’: Jay-Z & Biggie Tribute Conducted by DJ Scratch & DJ Spinna

Live Painting – Fly Lady Di, Lichiban, Lexibella, Rizz22, Pesu, Brian, & Mark

Spoken Word / Voter Registration Drive / Fashion Shows

Food – Love Ya Like Cooked Food & Little House on Clinton

ALL DAY EVENT – Saturday 08.09.08 – 12pm-8pm

General Admission $10 / Must Have Rock the Block Day Pass For FREE Admission To The “B.I.G. Pimpin’ “-A Notorious & Jigga Tribute + the “Rock the BlocK” After Party Event

$10 day pass for all 3 locations

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Tempered Expectations for Barack Obama by 40 DAWG

Thursday, August 7th, 2008

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Editor’s note: Just like Bo Jackson, 40 DAWG knows that a hero ain’t nuthin’ but a sandwich.

As the election and football season draws nigh I am reminded of a previous black “first” that I was involved with that serves as a reminder to temper my expectations for presumed Democratic Candidate and political rock star Barack Obama.

It was my freshman year in college and as my beloved Temple Owls were closing in on another forgetful season, the winds of change were a blowing and it was pretty much cut in stone that the current head coach was on his way out. There were several choices out there but the name that kept coming up was this young up and coming defensive coordinator from Clemson University, who was responsible for one of the top defenses in collegiate football.

This (relatively) young coach had a pedigree of major college programs, won a national title as an assistant coach at Penn State and was even a member of the undefeated ’72 Dolphins. His coaching tome of defensive back drills was critically lauded as a handbook. Groomed and lauded by his peers, and stamped with approval by our illustrious alum and fellow Fighting Owl Dr. William H. (The Cos) Cosby. By our last game of the season the head coach was a lame duck and it was becoming a veritable free for all, the successor had been named, and in agit-prop mentality of the early 1990s, much to the chagrin of the current outgoing staff, I even wore a Clemson fitted to our last home came in salute to this new brother coming aboard.

Temple University was making history, for all the years brothers have been on the gridiron never had one cracked the head coaching fraternity on the highest Division 1 Level. Enter RON DICKERSON, suave debonair cat, with Billy Dee Williams looks and charm and did it with out ever taking a sip of Colt 45. Though he lacked any head coaching experience, he was named the first black/African-American/Negroe/whatever term you prefer, NCAA Division 1 Football head coach in history, and word to EDDIE ROBINSON we were proud. Here we were a program looking for a beacon of hope and in the throes of North Philly craziness we had a brother than was gonna take us to the next level.

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It was an interesting time because in my young college football career the idea of a regime change let alone getting an HNIC was mind blowing and I believed in my heart of hearts that I was gonna do my part to help this brother succeed. I was also interesting because I knew that for some of my teammates this was one of the few black male role models that many had and what a shining example he was gonna be. He was all spit and polished, said he was gonna buy a house next to campus and open his home to his players and be that surrogate home for his new extended family. Point blank we were all entranced. However if I ever had an example of “all that glitters ain’t gold” this was the true and living proof of that adage.

I will spare the reader minutia of his shortcomings, for the lines of fact, perception, and opinion tend to blur in a way that would come off more as “hood lore” rather than hard journalism. However, I do find comfort in stating that the mass majority of my former teammates can all offer their varying degrees of responses about him ranging from forgetful nonchalance to vigorous contempt.

So what created this bevy of naysayers and malaise to a veritable racial pioneer of his field? Some of the circumstances;

As black players we felt that after toiling under white head coaches that some how our position in life would improved because we had “one of our own” running the show. A damaging fallacy that in a lot of ways worked out as well as thinking that West African chief was inviting you over to shake your hand with those tall ships looming out at sea.

Thinking that there was some common experience that he would be sympathetic and guiding as an authority figure to impressionable young men, who were still learning the ropes of life themselves and trying to pass Math 101 at the same time. He failed immensely on “being there” for his players who probably believed in him (and wanted to) more than he believed in himself. (More or less it generally came off like Dave Chappelle on Oprah. Where as Oprah could have guided Dave as elder and success blueprint she chose to talk at him rather than to him.)

I use these two examples to show that although they were character flaws of the man himself, in several ways they were self-inflicted disappointments because our propensity to suspend critical thinking and assessment of those who look like us that have never been in such positions of authority. Which brings me to Barack Obama.

In no way am I any less proud of what Obama has achieved at this point in the game. In fact I remember the pride I had when I realized I was going to be part of history playing for the first black football head coach in NCAA D1 history, and the feelings were quite similar. However I implore you to not invest everything in the mere melanin tonality of the figurehead. Sometimes we get so caught up in the aspect of “change” that we lose the objectivity to wholly critique the situation at hand, especially when its one of our own.

So in essence I’m imparting a brief overview of a similar experience to not lose sight of where you are in America, and make sure that at least one of your current wrongs are righted during his presidency. If not have the fortitude and wherewithal to make sure you make a way to survive regardless. For if we all sit there thinking “we made it” upon his election you’ll be in for a rude awakening once the hangover wears off. So ease back on the witty tees and celebrity endorsements because ultimately he’s got a job to do that goes a lot farther than “First Black President”…

I close this lengthy rant with a conversation I had when this coach was going to take the job. One of our academic advisers who was also proud of the coach-elect asked me:


“How does it feel to have a black coach?”

“Its cool, but its not everything, I just wanna win.”
“Really, I thought it would mean everything.”
“Hell I’ll play for the head of the Klan if he can get me a national championship.”

The point is this, we can not get caught up in the person, and absolve them from their job which is to get results. Dickerson wound up going 8-47 (.145) and is currently out of coaching. Barack Obama? Well we’ll just have to wait and see….

(BTW – If somehow you Googled yourself and find this write up Ron, I wanna thank you and your elastic spine for teaching me very valuable life lessons at such a young age. I still await the day to sit down to talk to you man-to-man, we’re going on 11 years and counting… #68)