Gone ‘Til November…

May 27th, 2009

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While most Americans were celebrating the commencement of another generation of college graduates or maybe they were humbly mourning the loss of loved ones who were in the armed services, there was a section of the population centered in Atlanta reliving the good ‘ol bad days of Freaknic in honor of the ‘going away’ of the king of the south.

For many Blacks, going away to the penitentiary is the equivalent of staying in the dorms of the university. So much that I suggested a few years ago that Blacks should swap the usage of the words to increase their self esteem. Instead of young KeyVaun going to jail his mom should say that he is “on campus at the state college”. We all know that nigga is in jail, but shit just sounds better.

Atlanta partied so hard for T.I. this weekend you might think he was given a farewell speech at the Ebenezer Baptist Church. He might as well have since he is now some kind of martyr. I bet if you asked a ten year old which King he liked more, Martin Luther or T.I. you already know the answer. I don’t blame T.I. for this. I blame myself and all the people that could have said they want more from the people they uphold as heroes.

I think about all the shit that Martin Luther King Jr. got himself into where he should have definitely had a gun under his jacket just to feel 100. MLK Jr. was hardbody supreme. Nobody has the platform that he had and speaks the truth to power the way that he did. Malcolm X was always a pariah, so even when he experienced white muslims and had to renounce Elijah Muhammad, there were no white Americans who would touch his ass with a ten foot stick. MLK Jr. was the dude that white let come into their house.

Until MLK Jr. started to rail against the military industrial complex he was safe. The government used MLK Jr. to keep the negroes in check after they merc’ked Malcolm X. MLK Jr. kept the negroes peaceful and passive after JFK and RFK’s murders. Right after that heroin started to find its way into the ghetto in a major way. I wonder if the Vietnam War was a power play for the control of opium trading? Anyhoo, my point is that after heroin filled up the center city streets J. Edgar Hoover’s bosses no longer had a need for MLK Jr. to keep the disenfranchised masses in check.

I’m not putting this drop on the X spot to disparage T.I. That ‘Superstar’ (remix) was one of my 2007 faves. For all I know T.I. might be the coolest, funniest dude of all time. But when you call yourself the modern day Malcom X Martin Luther just because it rhymes, and not because you give that 101% of yourself, you actually destroy the memory of those heroes to people that haven’t had a chance to experience them OGs.

The same way every two-bit despot is called the modern day Hitler by a politician. Hitler was bad as fuck and killed a grip of people. Don’t negate his destruction by comparing him to another less qualified sociopath. And don’t negate Malcolm X and MLK Jr’s hardbody status by comparing yourself to dudes you will never be like. I feel for this guy T.I. and the whole (tech) nine but its not like he came into this rap shit lyrically similar to Paris or Chuck D.

T.I. came up telling us that you could convert your drug money into entertainment success. He has no ‘Letter from a Birmingham Jail‘ in his catalog. He hasn’t created anything as thought provoking as the ‘Ballot or the Bullet‘. He’s a cRapper. Let’s not lose our perspective party people.

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SNEAKER FIENDS UNITE!

May 26th, 2009

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When I spotted these Air Max ’98s in super crisp condition I had to take a picture. These are some of the hardest to find kicks in the game. If there is one place that will have them, that place is Flight Club NY.

Flight Club NY is the museum/temple/clubhouse for sneaker collectors to buy and sell some of the rarest Air around. Hundreds and hundreds of sneakers are there in some of the most unimaginable materials and colorways.

I paid a visit to Flight Club NY this weekend just to chop it up with the folks that grind there. These guys are like the monks that guard the Holy Grail except these holy grails you put on your feet.

I can’t wait to be rich.

In Memoriam Of My Money…

May 26th, 2009

check cashing

**Always a shout out to the soldiers getting their shit blowed the fuck up in the mountains or the desert in order that I can type my shit on these here internets…

I went to the ‘hood financial services institution to liquidate my earnings from my XXL column. The rate at check cashing locations has gone up from 1.7% to 1.83%, that is a 6% increase and perfectly honest within capitalism’s morays. I feel every penny though. I was still able to pay some bills with the remainder of the check and blow the rest the only way I know how.

Lord & Taylor is having a banana-head sale on Polo Ralph Lauren. I.T.’s that were $125 are now $40. I caught a nice knit shirt for summer splash-off status.

Red Lobster is hell’a expensive for being just some regular ass seafood spot. The cheddar biscuits were good. C.S. ended up not sharing the leftovers with the kid.

Marshall’s was selling Nike Dunks for $35 so you should already know how that went down.

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C.S. took me to a Mexican tapas spot in Red Hook. We squeezed off another C-note thanks mostly to the pitcher of sangria that we ordered.

Later that evening I found myself in a bar in Williamsburg with the DeCon crew and DAN from OKP. The bartender was sexy enough to buy me back on a round of Ketel-1 and tonic.

From there we rushed the door of the Bobbito and Rich Medina party ‘Happy Feet’.

With my last ten bucks I went to White Castle.

Sadly for me, it’ll take another month before I can do this shit all over again.

I just wish I could be the same way with money the day AFTER cashing my check as I was the day BEFORE it arrived.

Six Degrees Of Sylvia Rhone…

May 26th, 2009

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BILLY X. SUNDAY DALLAS PENN asks “Where are the ladies at?!?”

I haven’t done too much writing this past weekend not because it was a holiday or because my check from Harris Publishing came in and I have been in an alcoholic x THC influenced stupor, but because I have been trying to process the Charles Hamilton vs. Briana Latrise debacle for its overall effect on Hip-Hop as we know it.

Firstly, it was a shot heard ’round the internets, that finally after so many hardbody female artists like MC Lyte, Lin Que, Latifah, Rah Digga, Lady of Rage and all those lesbian chicks on the Miss Rap Supreme show we now see a female emcee who is willing to strike pre-emptively. This was no Real Roxanne episode where a chick was passed around the entire crew from Full Force to U.T.F.O. (and possibly Force MD’s – uggh) before she had the nerve to speak her mind.

Briana Latrise is the resultant of years of rap music being specifically anti-woman. Nevermind the fact that there have been women who still managed to work in this environment. Plenty of women go to work in offices and other places where the instances of sexual and racial harassment are abundant. Rap music was in the forefront of artistic misogyny. You can’t deny this either. N.W.A. and Too $hort happen to just pop up in my brain, but if you do the math I’m sure you will discover that the word bitch was used most frequently from 1990 onward.

Here’s the freaky coincidence…

The explosion of misogynistic music and conversely music videos which promoted the music’s lifestyle directly parallels the ascendancy and prominence of African American female executives in the entertainment industry. You might almost surmise that Black women in executive positions love to see images of prostrated Black women as much, if not more than anyone else. Why else would all the degrading images and content be underwritten, created and promoted by these executives. It’s almost as if they were trying to develop a permanent underclass mentality for females of color.

The tsunami doesn’t trap all the women of color underwater, but the ones that escape certainly don’t ring the alarm for the ones coming up either. Briana Latrise’s reactionary punch to Charles Hamilton’s jaw was about their personal relationship as much as it was about her frustrations at being marginalized as an artist. Briana won’t be on the cover of Vibe anytime soon even if she poses butter ass nekkid like Ciara and Keisha Cole have done. Briana’s options haven’t been obfuscated by the ‘Man’. Briana has been pigeonholed by the woMan.

The more women are inducted into positions of influence and power the less we are seeing them find their voices as artists. That wouldn’t be such a bad thing though if the art in general reflected more respect for women overall, but the opposite is the case. More women execs has equaled less women artists plus more misogynists. What part of the game is this? Combine that with the knowledge that prison culture is also promoted as the ideal for manhood and I would have to start raising an eyebrow at women of color holding executive positions in the entertainment industry.

I should prA’li watch my step around here since I don’t want my XXL checks getting to my mailbox several months late again but I’m just wondering why no one else is concerned about the silence that has come from the Rihanna supporters? Here’s why you haven’t heard a peep. The real life pecking order inside of the urban entertainment industry looks something like this. White man > white women > Black women > Asians (primarily Filipino) > the Mexican diaspora (P.R., Cuban, D.R., Colombia) > ghey Black men > office furniture (Herman Miller chairs) > Black men.

So as long as Black men are talking shit about Black women and catching a bad one to the jaw bone everyone in Hip-Hop is satisfied.

From The 212 To The 215…

May 25th, 2009

roots crew

I’m in Philly this weekend and then I leave for Atlanta early this week.

Thanks to ‘Spekt for helping me keep my ATL basement office on 100.

I go straight back to Philly from the ‘A’ just in time for the Roots picnic.

Did you go to 215mag and register to win your Roots weekend getaway tix?

Stay tuned to DP.com because this is going to be the greatest summer EVAR.