Archive for August, 2008

Rest In Piece by KOE RODRIGUEZ

Saturday, August 16th, 2008

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Editor’s note: Koe Rodriguez is a Hip-Hop historian and graphic artist. He lives and works in New Jersey. Special thanks to one of the coolest and most talented artists in the game, Nicer/TATS for his contribution to this piece.

In ‘hoods across America, “Memorial Walls” are as common as barber shops and bodegas. We’ve seen them time-and-time again. Whether big or small; crude shrines or elaborate murals; on tenement walls or corner stores; and usually accompanied by an array of candles, flowers and personal items. While some memorials reflect a bout loss to a fatal disease or an unfortunate accident; many are crime related and harsh reminders of how fleeting life is in the ghetto.

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R.I.P. walls have been around for quite some time and commemorating the dead can be traced back to the pharaohs and prior. Hip-Hop is no different. Paying homage to a fallen comrade, loved one, or an influential figure has always been expressed in one medium or another. For as long as I’ve been documenting graffiti culture, and that’s going back to Reganomics, graff writers have acknowledged the dead perhaps like no other. In 1981, Lady Pink and Iz The Wiz’s eulogy to John Lennon and a host of deceased rocks stars consisted of two beautiful top-to-bottom, end-to-end subway cars and let an entire city know that even so-called outlaws mourned. Ten years later, West & Serge FC dedicated their upside down burners to fellow friends, Sane, Shadi and money maker, Lil Edgar on graff’s holiest grounds: The Graffiti Hall of Fame.

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Recently, I rapped with graff heavyweight, Nicer, of the famed TATS Crew, arguably the illest R.I.P. muralist in the game, on the crew’s history of honoring the dead, or what I call a “R.est I.n P.iece.” Nicer explained that his earliest recollection of the crew throwing up an R.I.P. was around 1983 or so, and totally unplanned. “We were doing a piece on a handball court in Bronx River, (laughing) illegally, and a dude came up to Bio and asked if he would throw his deceased brother Pollo up. The first real memorial wall we did was on Cypress Avenue & East 141st Street in the Bronx for a guy named Tony, who was murdered, and then set on fire in his car.”

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The crew would soon be approached by fellow Bronx bomber and budding rapper, Crack, aka Fat Joe, to memorialize close friend and resident hustler, Tony Montana. The piece, a striking portrait on a handball court on Trinity Ave would forever be memorialized in the artwork of Joe’s debut LP, “Represent.” Although Nicer confesses that the crew paints fewer memorials (by choice) nowadays, with the continued rise in gang activity, Aids and other socioeconomic conditions affecting urban America, we can sadly expect to see more blank walls transformed into colorful tombstones real soon.

IN MEMORY OF: Wayne “Frosty Freeze” Frost, Bernie Mac and Isaac Hayes.

See KOE RODIGUEZ’ Rest In Piece photo gallery here…

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I FUCKS WITH DJ SPINNA [ll]…

Saturday, August 16th, 2008

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I try to go to every Keistar Productions event that comes around because they are like family reunions with people that I have partied with for over the last twenty five years. Since the Latin Quarters days. Since the Union Square/Underground days. Since the days of the Garage and Studio 54 days. Since the Lovelite/Bassline days. Since the days of the World and Choices. Back when Payday and 100K bar were popping. Back when Mars was in the meatpacking district. Soul Kitchen taught me to Save The motherfucking Robots.

NYC can be a bit whitewashed now, and that is due to the loss of energy and the lifestyle that all of those places I just mentioned brought to the table. Nothing ever remains the same. The people that watched and adored ‘Sex and the City’, ‘Seinfeld’ and ‘Friends’ have taken over NYC (read: Cornhuskers = cornballs). So you have to get your paper way up to play in NYC nowadays. $13 for a Belvedere and tonic?!? Nahh mayne, I ain’t going out like that. I’ll be bringing my own bottle inside of the club. There still are places and events that the last of the true New Yorker can attend to reminisce with others who have grown up here and still live here in order to show the new residents and the tourists what cool really smells like.

You’d be smart and really cool to fucks with anything that has DJ Spinna’s name attached to it. Simple and plain. You’ve heard about the STEVIE WONDER tribute party that is so fucking dope that STEVIE even attends just to hang out and vibe at. In two weeks Spinna will helm the PRINCE vs. MICHAEL JACKSON tribute at Crash Mansion. If you like to dance then you won’t miss this event. But for this weekend, and for free…

Sunday: 08.17.08
DJ SPINNA @ Water Taxi Beach
2 Borden Avenue
(#7 train to Vernon/Jackson is the closest subway station)
1pm-10pm
FREE!

DJ Spinna x Jellybean Benitez

Monday: 08.18.08
DJ SPINNA @ Celebrate Harlem Week
St. Nicholas Park (West 135th St & St. Nicholas Av)
(B or C train to 135th Street)
8pm
FREE!

DJ Spinna x special guests followed by a screening of ‘Be Kind, Rewind’

NERDS STAND UP!

Saturday, August 16th, 2008

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I’m off to get my Clone Wars saga right.

Gonna top it off with a little ‘Tropic Thunder’.

The early buzz is that ROBERT DOWNEY Jr. is an effin’ genius.

I don’t see anything wrong with a little cultural misappropriation, when it’s done fresh-like.

Shout to the homey ZAKEE for the tee shirt hook up.

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SNEAKER FIENDS UNITE!

Friday, August 15th, 2008

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While in Chi-Town, iNternets Celebrities super director and sneaker fiend CASIMIR NOZKOWSKI sends me pics of the most Hip-Hop sneakers. Evar.

CAS said he would copp me a pair, but I can’t choose which one.

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Do I run with the flamingo gangster themed patent leather colorway or do I copp the snakeskin accented bootlegg Air Force 1’s? I will let y’all decide

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ICE T >>> SOULJA BOY

Friday, August 15th, 2008

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My badd to the DP Dot Com fam that came up on this flagrant NSFW pic when I first let this drop fly. I need to not get get any of y’all fiscal situations fucked the fuck up when you read this blog from ya’ grizzlies. The PrA’li fund ain’t gonna get us all high. Shout to my ni- LionXL

Maybe when Soulja Boy Tell’Em grows up he might have a chick that lets him ‘Superman ‘dat ho’ in front of an audience of 500 sweaty men who mostly last saw a real live titty when they were being breastfed. That ICE T exploits his wife on stage during Body Count’s rendition of ‘KKK Bitch’ isn’t what makes him so much greater than Soulja Boy. What makes ICE T so much greater are all the hardcore anthems he crafted that still matter sixteen years later to the 500+ people gathered here in Brooklyn to see him perform. Will anyone be doing that for Soulja Boy even two years from now? I doubt it.

The Body Count show was so fucking awesome bananas that I am going back again tonight. I’m going back to see COCO’s magnificent mammaries. And I’m not even a titty man like that. Mostly I’m going to rock the fuck out with Body Count who were everything that I hoped they’d be as live performers. They jumped the fuck around and moshed with us and they motherfucking shredded their axes like animals. They were fucking beasts. The crowd was out of control. The venue was next door to a police precinct. When ‘Cop Killer’ came on the joint exploded. I have no fucking voice right now.

I had to turn around this morning and go to a project meeting in lower Manhattan at 9am. Then head back to my base office for my unit’s monthly staff meeting. I feel like a sack of shit stuffed in a pillowcase. I’m still going to that show tonight. It was the best live performance I have seen in a minute. I wish Game Rebellion had been there. I would have loved for them to see these old men slay the motherfucking crowd. Figuratively, and literally. Body Count covered a Slayer track too. Plus they closed the show doing a HENDRIX song. Damn sonn, I am on some wild fanboy shit right now.

BODY COUNT
Europa
98 Meserole Ave, Brooklyn
6pm