Archive for September, 2007

THE REVOLUTION WILL BE EVANGELIZED…

Saturday, September 22nd, 2007

ttbod

An overdue shout goes to Brooklyn Bodega and the Room Service Group for sending me to see this play a few weeks ago. The playwrite, DANNY HOCH, is a favorite of mine for his spoken word creativity. HOCH has written several plays that have been featured through Hip-Hop Project’s theatre works productions. I’m sure that you folks are familiar with his landmark piece ‘Jails, Hospitals and Hip-Hop’. DANNY HOCH is a true Hip-Hop voice and I was anxious to see his latest work.

‘Till The Break Of Dawn’ is the story of Hip-Hop heads that try to understand what the value of activism is within the artform and culture that they undeniably love to def. The play is set in the summer of 1991 and a group of Hip-Hop activists are making a trip to Cuba for a Hip-Hop festival. They imagine that there will be a great manifestaion of Hip-Hop’s true essence within the confines of a republic that has single-mindedly(and some say foolishly) rebuked the capitalist ideal that America espouses.

Bear in mind that I rarely define Hip-Hop as a culture because I believe it exists within the culture of American capitalism. As a result of being exploited by American capitalism Hip-Hop was borne, and today Hip-Hop exists hand in hand with American capitalism in the service of selling two dollars bottles of quarter water, car accessories, and whatever else the machine fabricates.

The group winds up on Cuban soil and to their dismay they realize that the strained relationship with the United States and the embargo imposed upon this tiny island are responsible for a quality of life that leaves much to be desired. The romantic aspect of communism quickly evaporates in front of these young people’s eyes. Nothing is more profound than when our protagonist has the fortune to meet with one of the many American dissidents living in Cuba. In a search for ASSATA SHAKUR the group turns up another woman who also came to Cuba after narrowly escaping her captivity here in the States.

It’s through the life experiences of this real freedom fighter that the group comes to realize the revolution wasn’t all it was cracked up to be. Between the negative propaganda perpetuated by the U.S., and the revolutionary romanticsm retailed by the sellers of CHE GUAVARA t-shirts the group had an idealized imaginary Cuba. What the group eventually came to see is that Cuba was a waystation for people who only wanted to return to the U.S., their families and their former way of life. Cuba was not the final destination and now these folks were feeling the desperation of being trapped in their limbo.

The play was very active and from the gate it flowed like a Fu-Schnickens track. The characters were perfect stereotypical archetypes. Everyone played their roles well enough, but no one spoke to me as much as Dana, the character of the former escaped convict freedom fighting revolutionary. Towards the end of the play she delivered a monologue that essentially encapsulated the purpose of revolution. Love and work. Work is love. Love is hard work. Finally someone expresses the true nature of revolution. Wash, rinse and repeat.

The play could use a little editing in some areas to trim the fat as we say in the entertainment business, but essentially the work is enjoyable and refreshing. Hip-Hop needs us to support the alternative voices that speak against the commodification of the artform. DANNY HOCH’s play is one of those voices.

TILL THE BREAK OF DAWN
written and directed by DANNY HOCH
The Abrons Arts Center
466 Grand Street

DP Dot Com Football Pool Wk 3

Friday, September 21st, 2007

bucs sucks

How about the fact that the Tampa Bay cheerleaders are sucking less than the home team?

Get your picks locked and loaded party people. It’s week 3 of the DP Dot Com Football Pool and you don’t want to start losing too bad this early in the season.

I’m giving you fools a chance to win a free pair of sneakers! What is your problem? Do I have to make your picks for you? I am having no mercy on you bitches this week. Watch my Cowboys beat those Bears.

Who want it?!? [ll], of course, unless you’re a lady who looks like a beautiful blonde with big tits and an ass that tastes like French vanilla ice cream?

That’s Why They’re Called The MSU Bears…

Friday, September 21st, 2007

da bears

Editor’s note: BILLY SUNDAY doesn’t have too many friends at XXLMAG dot com because he writes shit like this…

Who’s going to Morgan U’s homecoming this year? I haven’t been to a MSU homecoming since the early 90’s Mobb Deep days. I remember how badly Morgan State wanted to come from under the shadow of Howard University. They would do anything to establish themselves as the top historically Black college in the metro Beltway area. If you ever went to a Greekfest picnic at Virginia Beach (pronounced VAAAAAH Beech) then you already know that Morgan gets little to no respect as far as HBCU’s are concerned.

It’s like this… Howard U is the top, then you got Hampton, Spelman was next (because they had all the stripper bitches), then Norfolk State, then North Carolina Central, then Fam U, Morehouse was always considered a fag school and Grambling had the world’s best marching band for decades. Morgan State didn’t even rate in the top 10 Black colleges. You couldn’t leave MSU with a bachelor’s degree and get anywhere in the world. You still need to get some paperwork from a classy white college if you want to have a career outside of managing a Foot Locker. At least the pre-law classes in Morgan State have benefited some of the MSU students.

By suing Lil’ Wang for a million clams these two young ladies are going to make their college degrees worth a whole lot more than the paper they are printed on. You could work for forty years with an HBCU degree and never earn a million dollars. At least these ladies will get something out of their college experience other than a whole lot of empty condom wrappers from tattooed nosering rappers. In some respects it seems a little unfair to Lil’ Wang that he should be getting sued because these ladies were clumsy and got themselves hurt. I mean, isn’t that why people run toward the stage during a Young Money concert? For the moment when these fools throw money at the crowd. Duh. I think these chicks might just be mad that they didn’t score any of the singles that Lil’ Wang threw in the air. They obviously weren’t hardbody enough so now they are trying to sue to get some of that Cash Money cash.

If I were Lil’ Wang I wouldn’t give these bitches shit.. Young Money don’t give these bitches no money, just dick in their tummy. Hey, they said that shit, don’t get mad at me because some scandalous broads want to file lawsuits to get their chips up. That’s another reason that Morgan State stays losing, because if this were Howard University these broads would get their money right by marrying rich. Just look at the broad that Chris Rock saddled up on. She lets him dip off and stab up white panties as long as he doesn’t make no more babies. Howard U bitches have the game on smash. I think I’m going back to their homecoming this year, for the fifty eleventh time.

Copp that new Lil’ Wang album for Kwanzaa so he can pay off these trifling hos.

SUPPORT THE JENA 6…

Thursday, September 20th, 2007

fight for your right

Support their right to justice today by doing something that involves NOT spending your money.

Remember that we vote with our dollars everyday.

UPDATE * UPDATE * UPDATE * UPDATE * UPDATE

pmd fam

The Pardon Me Duke fam was chilling with Dr. CORNEL WEST while I was nursing a hangover. Peep their drop with pics and video footage from the AllHipHop dot com Social Lounge featuring Dr. WEST, PHAROE MONCH, DAVID BANNER, and MASTER P.

Allhiphop Week: The Social Lounge with Dr. Cornel West

O.J. SIMPSON, BARRY BONDS, MARC ECKO. WHO THE FUCK CARES?!?

Thursday, September 20th, 2007

who the eff cares

O.J. SIMPSON still thinks that someone cares about his balls [ll], and schatte-selling wigger MARC ECKO wants us to care about BARRY BONDS’ record home run ball. Guess what? We don’t even give a fuck.

I wanted BARRY to have the all time home run record without an asterisk, because BABE RUTH doesn’t have an asterisk next to his record since he played in an all white league. Who the fuck cares where the actual ball he hit goes?

O.J. SIMPSON should just sit the fuck down already. I love the fact that he can hire a gang of dudes to strong arm steady some of his sports memorabilia (read: junk) from some hotel room, but no one thinks to ask these fools if they were also hired to merc’k his cocaine huffing ex-wife. I’m not saying he did it, but if he did do it, that’s how he did it.

All I know for sure is that the obsession with items that were touched by celebrities is reaching a fever pitch and I need to find a way to raise some money to keep the lights on here at DP Dot Com. Look what we have here. A pair of my soiled drawls from Jou’vert weekend.

Seriously, you need to copp these before MARC ECKO does.

dp dirty drawls