Archive for August, 2009

Blood On The CD Player…

Monday, August 3rd, 2009

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The SlaughterHouse project hit the web this weekend and I have been listening to the album on a loop. The album is everything I wanted it to be. It’s four emcees trading the microphone in a verbal sparring competition. From the outset you had to feel this was going to be a sick album. The opening track ‘Sound Off’ cuts your ears like a razor tucked inside someone’s cheek.

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SlaughterHouse re-introduced Joe Budden, Royce and Crooked I to me. These were rappers that I never listened to for extended periods but with Joell Ortiz alongside of them I see what have been missing. Royce has been the biggest revelation to me while Crooked I is simply a lyrical monster. Joe Budden is simply insane. Why isn’t he called Joe Bananas?

Budden’s line on ‘Microphone’ basically sums up the rap music game currently. “Too many blueprints and not enough architects”. That is a mean fucking line. I don’t feel like it is a shot at Jay-Z as much as it is a shot at the Jigga copycats in the business. And yeah, maybe a slight shot at Jay for making the 10th Blueprint album.

When you look at the runtimes for my favorite tracks on the album you see something that most rap songs today don’t have. A nearly 5 minute length [ll]. Those aren’t going to be songs that accommodate terrestrial radio formats. That means that the SlaughterHouse project is going to fly on the strength of the fans and their word of mouth.

With albums like Rick Ro$$ ‘Deeper Than Rap’ selling better than 100K units in its first week I have predicted the same results for the SlaughterHouse debut. The Ro$$ album had the benefit of radio to promote its sales. The SlaughterHouse project has the internets. That didn’t work too well for Asher Roth’s debut. Let’s see what happens in the case of four master lyricists.

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I’m rating this album 3.5/4 Baywatch Pam Andersons.

We all knew there would be rhymes for days on this disk. The beats are as triumphant as the words from these emcees who were left for dead by the music industry. I wish all the previously leaked singles were on the album too so I could have a disk with them all on one place. I’m also a little disappointed that the M.O.P. x SlaughterHouse joint isn’t on the album.

I’m gonna run a little contest for my peoples here on the internets. I’m giving away an official SlaughterHouse x FLUD watch to the reader that comes the closest to predicting the SlaughterHouse first week sales. Just leave your prediction on the comments thread. I’ll keep the contest open until August 11th so get in where you fit in.

SlaughterHouse self-titled debut drops 08.11.09.


Killaz

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What I Learned At School Today…

Monday, August 3rd, 2009

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I always see those ads on the subway for the bootleg colleges that promise to teach students shit like information technology, phlebotomy and eBay (WTF?!?!) and I think to myself that anyone who goes to one of these schools is a loser.

It turns out that one person isn’t taking the loss from a horizontal position though. She has decided to sue the fake college for not helping her find a job. Next time she should just go to law school.

Now that America no longer produces tangible goods the need for people to support the operations of manufacturers is removed. Information technology is useless if you are only going to be counting poor people. We know poor folks don’t have the right information so they definitely can’t have the proper technology (natch).

Pretty soon we will only have two types of career professions here in America.

Criminals and lawyers.

And you won’t be able to tell the difference between the two.

Summertime Sweet Spots…

Sunday, August 2nd, 2009

a life

Saturday finally got underway for me at 7pm on the lower east side at a store called Alife Rivington Club. The shop is managed by NYC tastemaking legend CHRIS VIDAL (formerly of Flight Club NY fame). CHRIS opened up the backyard space and they barbecued and spun classic rap shit. HOF from OnSmash was in the joint with the homey Plain Pat.

The next spot to fall thru was the SoleFood block party on Lispenard Street in TriBeCa. When I got to this joint it was already over and done. I parlayed for a minute tho’ to chop it up with some folks like MEKA from 2DopeBoyz. I’m really happy for MEK that he is living on this side of town now. I have to get him to come to the Back 2 School edition of the Sneaker Fiends Unite! NYC tour.

The next stop on the run with the setting sun was to the 92Y space in TriBeCa to watch Game Rebellion open for Blitz the Ambassador. Game Rebellion is still the band that I think too many folks are sleeping on. Their political rants are tuned up for whatever ails this country. Now that BUSH is out of office they drop songs about Wall Street greed and corruption along with police brutality and menage a’trois with club groupies. What more could you ask from rockstars?

The nail in the coffin was when Che Guerilla pointed me to the Red Bull Space. An obama in Manhattan on a Saturday night? What kind of shit would this be? Some corporate dewshbaggery for sure, but what kind of alcohol were they serving? Svedka FTW. The music was fucking atrocious. The Red Bull did give me wings though. It’s 8am now and I am just popping away at the video console. I’m wondering what kind of shenanigans I will get into today?

Late Nite Super Heroine High-Heeled Hussy Fuckery…

Sunday, August 2nd, 2009

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I’m glad that superheroines aren’t too liberated to keep them from wearing high-heeled hooker boots to do battle.

This hussy late night fuckery was brought to you by copious amounts of alcohol and high-heeled shoes.

marvelous

Marvelous Mo does NOT endorse Late Nite Super Heroine High-Heeled Hussy Fuckery

Signifying Monkey In Handcuffs…

Sunday, August 2nd, 2009

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“Hey! They told me they call you a nigger when you ain’t around!”

It’s 6am and I just came home from the most epic of nights. Manhattan, Brooklyn and some stops in between. As I was about to upload the day’s video footage I read a comment from ctorre telling me to respect the gangsta of Professor Henry Louis Gates Jr. becuase he wrote some academic book on the trickster – The Signifying Monkey: A Theory of African-American Literary Criticism

The trickster character is prevalent in most mythology as the character at the crossroads pointing in several directions all at once. The signifying monkey was supposed to be a guide to gauge your moral and mental capacity in order to decide your fate. Professor Gates sure could have a used a signifying monkey in his house the evening he got pinched. He has been looking down from the ivory (ivy) tower for so long he forgot that he got in there as a janitor.

Here’s some blurb on Gates book that tells me he should have owned the filter in his brain to keep him from talking sideways shit to a man with a gun in his home…

“Henry Louis Gates, Jr.’s original, groundbreaking study explores the relationship between the African and African-American vernacular traditions and black literature, elaborating a new critical approach located within this tradition that allows the black voice to speak for itself. Examining the ancient poetry and myths found in African, Latin American, and Caribbean culture, and particularly the Yoruba trickster figure of Esu-Elegbara and the Signifying Monkey whose myths help articulate the black tradition’s theory of its literature, Gates uncovers a unique system of interpretation and a powerful vernacular tradition that black slaves brought with them to the New World. His critical approach relies heavily on the Signifying Monkey–perhaps the most popular figure in African-American folklore–and signification and Signifyin(g).”

If he had really studied ZORA NEALE HURSTON’s incredible novel ‘Their Eyes Were Watching Gods’ he would have realized that his battle was in another place at another time. I still don’t believe this professor has any inkling what the majority of Black males have come to understand as the normal police procedures but we will see whet lessons he develops from this experience. Meanwhile, hundreds of thousands of Black males are inmates in prisons across this nation for non-violent crimes.

Can we get these men a signifying monkey?

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