Archive for August, 2008

The Hipster Futurist…

Thursday, August 7th, 2008

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JEFFREY DAHMER was from the future.

In the future that he occupies RAFI and I are eaten by the hipster acolytes of DAHMER.

Forget that old punk rock chant about eating the rich since the rich can hire BlackWater USA to merc’k your ass.

The hipster acolytes of DAHMER decide to eat the poor, the disenfranchised, and especially the overweight.

Soylent Green is people motherfuckers! And JEFFREY DAHMER was trying to tell us this all along.

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In 2048 the entire American population will be overweight. Ha. I got that shit on lock in 2008. It’s gonna take the rest of y’all forty years to catch up to me. By 2048 I will be on that spaceship.

My dream is that an extraterrestrial race will come through Earth and herd us like shrimp. And why not?

Think about this…

GOD can do anything right?

Who among you is reading this and still dumb enough to think that the human is the best thing that GOD could do?

Seriously?

Look at Africa, look at Iraq, look at motherfucking Scottsdale.

GOD can do waaaay better than human beings.

GOD can make something that eats, reproduces and shits all from the same piehole poopchute pussyhole.

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What can humans do other than make good shit all fucked the fuck up?

SNEAKER FIENDS UNITE!

Thursday, August 7th, 2008

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I just copped these New Balance 574’s at my favorite cheap sneaker spot A.J. Wright. I am calling these joints my New Balance Nature Boys.

I will wear these joints when I work at the food co-operative in Park Slope. I will wear these sneakers when I go camping upstate with C.S. I will wear these kicks when I am around people that care about bullshit like recycling, and saving the rain forests and the icebergs and the penguins.

These are the shoes that say to other people ‘I Give Back’ when in reality I don’t give a fuck. Giving a fuck actually requires hard work. I’d rather wear a ribbon on my lapel and tell people that I’ve given up red meat.

The added bonus is how comfortable my feet will be.

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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)

The Addict Gets Crazy…

Wednesday, August 6th, 2008

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When R.L. makes one of these I will copp it…

The internets is a crazy, beautiful place. In this big ass world of billions of souls the web allows people that vibrate to the same sine-cosine frequency to find each other.

One of the folks that helps produce i.C. videos hit me up with an e-mail. Dude said that he thought I ONLY made videos with RAFI. He didn’t realize that I lived the lifestyle over here at DP dot com until he came over here and saw a few of the drops in the archives.

The Addict’s style goes back to 1985 when I first got some real paper in my hands to copp shit from the Gucci store on Fifth Avenue.

Dude sent me some pics to show and prove he was a veteran of the lifestyle.

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Fuck around, I might have to do a deal for one of these joints. I see an I.T. in the back that I always wanted.

His kicks game is official bone gristle too.

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Peep that lone box of New Ballys. You HAVE to have a pair of NB 574 in your collection if you consider yourself Hip-Hop. It’s the minimum.

So I figured I’d send cousin a couple of pics to let him know that it gets no sicker than DP’s archives. Shit is fucking hermetically sealed up in this bitch.

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I’ve got fucking issues party people.

Hundreds of fucking issues.

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Still Glowing…

Wednesday, August 6th, 2008

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Yes, this is the concert of the year. ‘Graduation’ was a certified instant classic album. It’s anthemic from the first song to the last. It’s the kind of album that was meant to be performed in an arena in front of tens of thousands of people holding their cellphones, lighters and glowsticks in the air. The fact that KanYe’s mother passed away during his ascent to the position of the ultimate rap performer is just some drama that even Hollywood could not have crafted.

Despite KanYe’s perceived arrogance or bitchassness or whatever attitude that we imagine he has the truth is that if there were ever someone that covered the majority of cultural pathos in music it would be KanYe West. This dude is the everyman. He wants it so badly and he works so hard to achieve it. My favorite aspect of KanYe West is that he is motivated by people that say he can’t do something. There is no better feeling than throwing shit at your haters. I need to be more like KanYe. I’m going to get those pills.

The Glow In The Dark concert might also be called the hipster rap douchebag festival somewhere on the internets. The truth is that there weren’t too many hipsters in my sightline. The concert was all Hip-Hop too. I have never seen a Hip-Hop concert in an arena with this level of production and energy. This includes my experiences going to see Eminem perform. Now that nigga should be considered a hipster rap douchebag. All the acts that took the stage were surpisingly seasoned and polished. The show was like witnessing a rap music revival sponsored by the church of Hip-Hop. The performers were energetic, earnest, decadent and relevant.

Get yourself a ticket to the Glow In The Dark show if you got your money right. After that I won’t be able to tell you nothing.

*Click here to view BLU CHEEZ’ Glow In The Dark photo album*

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CONSEQUENCE
Cons opened the show on time. I loved his album ‘Don’t Quit Your Day Job’. Cons is one of those rappers who require you to press the rewind button. The best thing that Cons did though was his collaboration with KanYe. Cons is the dude that helped ‘Ye Tudda take his flow to that next level. PETER ROSENBERG manned the deejay set for Cons performance. This was a good way to get the show started. The spaceship was taking off.

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LUPE FIASCO
Lupe surprised the fuck out of me with his performance. First off, he came out on stage as the embodiment of cool in an all black ensemble complete with tie and vest. ‘Kick Push’ was his first song and I almost thought he was on a skateboard while he was on stage. Lupe’s energy and his attitude were incredible. This dude really likes to rap and he has no problem remembering his own lyrics. His breath control on ‘Go Go Gadget Flow’ was remarkable. If I ever said anything bad about Lupe before I take it back. His set made me a fan of his music. I love people that love to perform with no reservation. This is why Lupe is always falling off stages. He runs and jumps around with reckless abandon. We should all like our jobs that much.

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N.E.R.D.
I’ve seen N.E.R.D. perform live before so I knew what I was going to get from them. N.E.R.D. brought out a band to back them up. The guitars let PHARRELL get his rockstar right. What I liked about N.E.R.D. the most is that they didn’t waste our time or slow down the pace. Star Track Records lived up their name by putting our spaceship in orbit. ‘She Wants To Move’ is when they let some of the prettiest women in the audience get on stage and shake their moneymakers. That was the perfect finale for them.

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KanYe West.
I have never seen ‘Ye Tudda in concert before. Actually, I saw him about six years ago at the Supper Club during a taping of Def Poetry. Mos Def brought him out and called him the “future of Hip-Hop”. I certainly didn’t appreciate Mos’ clairvoyance at the time. KanYe West is really Hip-Hop’s Luke Skywalker. He saved Hip-Hop with his passion for making G.O.O.D. music (no pandering intended, okay maybe some pandering intended). The audience sang along with KanYe through every song. It was like we were taking a trip with him through his life. Through the ups and downs, the triumph, the tragedy and finally the victory. Shit was wildly emotional. Don’t be confused buy the elaborate set designed to be a spaceship. This performance, like all his performances, was personal.

I love to tease KanYe West like the rest of the internets does. His hubris makes him a perfect target at times. Then there are times that KanYe flips the script, literally. There is no one in the entertainment industry, not even NaS, who would have made the statements that KanYe made on broadcast television post-Hurricane Katrina. For all of his vanity he shows us his vulnerability. This is what makes him invincible. Go see this show tonight if you are in NYC. You’ll be a better person for it.

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