1992 was a truly great year. Ralph Lauren released some iconic designs in his POLO clothing line. The Dream Team dominated the Summer Olympiad in Barcelona. And some of the best music ever made was also released in 1992.
Peep this line up…
The Chronic
Whut? Thee Album
Live and Let Die
Bizarre Ride II The Pharcyde
The Predator
Mecca And The Soul Brother
Dead Serious
Stunts, Blunts and Hip-Hop
Return of the Funky Man
Spice fuckin’ 1
Daily Operation
Reel 2 Reel
Runaway Slave
All of those albums have classic material. Most are outright classics by themselves. With all that great Hip-Hop that dropped in 1992 why is my favorite album the Body Count debut? One word… Hard fuckin’ body. There was never an album that expressed the angst and frustration of a teenager, an African American teenager, in this graphic a manner. The Body Count album had EVERYTHING covered. Police brutality, social malaise, drug abuse, racial dystopia, and fucking parenticide were all themes in their music. No wonder the PMRC didn’t want kids hearing this shit. Can you imagine how many kids might have merc’ked their parents after realizing their tacit support of racism?
Nahh, kids wouldn’t have killed their folks either because most kids are smart enough to realize that someone other than them goes out and busts their ass to keep the ‘frige filled and the cable television on. Body Count’s album was straight up headbanger music. The type of shit to make you want to break a champagne bottle over someone’s domepiece like Puffy did to Steve Stoute. Better than all of that it made kids wanna hang together ansd mosh together. Good shit. And most importantly, it had motherfuckers shredding guitars.
Thursday is the new Saturday in NYC. Aunt Jackie is supposed to be in town too. For all I know she is prA’li a roadie with Body Count since they are all from LaLa land. I’ve got one of those days before me ready made for a bump of that yayze, but don’t worry party people I will only be OD’ing on Red Bulls and Belvedere.
BODY COUNT
Europa
98 Meserole Ave, Brooklyn
8pm
The after concert jumpoff will be DEDAN’s party ‘Elbow Room’ at Rehab Lounge – 25 Avenue B, East Village Manhattan
Speaking of rehab…
GOD please allow me to see Friday afternoon in one piece. I’m almost too old for this shit.
Staten Island tonight.Strictly Treez Entertainment presents C-4 and Mic Dizz with riddims and reggae from DJ Icebox. Tonight Martini Red, Staten Island New York on the north shore not far from ferry or s53 buses. Great music from the next big thing on Staten Island. Ladies free before 11, $5 to get in.
You ain’t neva lie.
*Plays “The Winner Loses” and “KKK Bitch”*
One.
“My friends addicted…. to COCAAAAAAAAAINE”
This post has me going and watching old BC videos…Born Dead (1994 tho, I know)…was my s##t.
i blogged myself about how 1992 by far was the rawest year of a mans life..peep the page if u get a chance and God Bless Dominique Dawes