August « 2006 « dallaspenn.com

Archive for August, 2006

GEFFEN GOT GAME

Thursday, August 17th, 2006

gayme

What if I said I was feeling this dude’s ‘One Blood’ song? It’s got a sick beat even if he can’t rhyme for shit. He did say some slick shit too about someone being 38yrs old and still rapping.

GAYME’s still lame for always getting arrested for dumb shit, but if his album does anything in the stores it will only be the second rap album to put in work this year. I am also talking about T.I.’s album which was boosted by the fact that he had a feature film premiering at the same time and there are enough jigs in Atlanta alone for a southern rap act to go platinum without even leaving Peachtree Industrial Blvd. I don’t really consider Gnarls Barkley to be rap music either. They’re more like ‘techno-soul’. Outkast seems to be morphing into that hybrid as well.

So I guess Hip-Hop is finally dead. It’s kind of funny that Hip-Hop killed itself. TIPPER GORE, C.DELORES TUCKER and the PMRC couldn’t do the job. Wal-Mart and other super retailers couldn’t stop the bum rush either. It was that bitch M.T.V. that handed Hip-Hop a blunt laced with angel dust and the next thing you know Hip-Hop jumped out the 7th floor project window. I don’t even know if I want to hear the new RAEKWON joint and he is like my favorite dude next to OL’ DIRTY.

Damn, I miss Hip-Hop.

Posted in Black Bullshit, C.R.E.A.M., Crappers, Ghetto Celebs | 8 Comments »

NEW YORK CITY = JOAN RIVERS

Thursday, August 17th, 2006

New York City has become just like that rich bitch JOAN RIVERS. From a far off distance she looks downright fuckable, but when you are inside of it you realize that everything ain’t what it’s made up to be. New York City might be as old as she is too.

Just like every major American metropolis NYC has seen a tremendous upswing in luxury residential development. I can understand seeing this in areas and neighborhoods that have always supported that construction, but to see it in the ‘hood is somewhat shocking and offensive. I’m not offended by the new development because the ‘hood is always the last on the pecking order for receiving an influx of capital projects renewal cash. What pisses me off is the use of the word ‘luxury’ for a property that is outfitted with the minimum required habitable amenities.

RUNNING WATER BUILDING = LUXURY
WORKING ELEVATOR BUILDING = LUXURY
NON-SLEEPING DOORMAN BUILDING = LUXURY

It’s like folks in the ‘hood don’t know any better. What they do know is that it wasn’t until children of privilege started buying up property that the sanitation department started making bi-weekly visits. And it wasn’t until the children of privilege moved in that the grocery store started selling milk that hadn’t expired last month. Including that nasty azz soy milk. And the ‘hood knows that it wasn’t until the children of privilege moved onto the block that the police finally started walking the beat.

The ‘hood payed as much taxes as anyone before the center city’s ‘revitalization’ began. The taxes that are associated with lousy city services, low grade consumer goods and half azzed supermarkets. Now the city is telling the ‘hood to pack up their bags again if they can’t take the weight of this new development. I am all for new development, but how about letting me develop some small businesses with affordable commercial space? How about letting me develop some skilled workers with training centers that teach long term construction skills like welding, millworking, carpentry and plumbing?

We will need people that can service all these luxury residences as opposed to more clueless, skillless, jobless, homeless people standing outside of these high rises living out of garbage bags on the sidewalks.

I’m just sayin’.

Posted in Black Bullshit, C.R.E.A.M., Social Upheaval, T.O.N.Y. | 9 Comments »

Here Comes The Spider-Maaaaaaaan…

Wednesday, August 16th, 2006

spidey

Who remembers that campy Spider-Man cartoon from the 1960’s? My homeboy RALPH BAKSHI was the art director for that series as well as a bunch of other classic marvel cartoons. No wonder the background scenes and the music was all so trippy. I can remember the lyrics from all of those cartoon series. So can Combat Jack. It’s not like we’re old or anything, we just remember stuff well. Here’s a copy of the lyrics in case you feel like whistling while you work today.

Spider-Man, Spider-Man,
Does whatever a spider can
Spins a web, any size,
Catches thieves just like flies
Look Out!
Here comes the Spider-Man.

Is he strong?
Listen bud,
He’s got radioactive blood.
Can he swing from a thread?
Take a look overhead
Hey, there
There goes the Spider-Man.

In the chill of night
At the scene of a crime
Like a streak of light
He arrives just in time.

Spider-Man, Spider-Man
Friendly neighborhood Spider-Man
Wealth and fame
He’s ignored
Action is his reward.

To him, life is a great big bang up
Whenever there’s a hang up
You’ll find the Spider-Maaaaaan.

Good times, good times.

I would never, ever tell you guys that live in the NYC to purchase a copy of the New york Post, but today’s paper will have a special commemorative copy of Spider-Man’s debut in ‘Amazing Tales’. It’s not like RUPERT MURDOCH isn’t already filthy rich without my quarter, but after I have removed my Spider-Man comic I will dump the paper in Midtown or some other wealthy area of the city. That way at least I have insured the job of the guy who will have to pick up my litter.

spidey