Showing posts with label boom bap. Show all posts
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Saturday, October 18, 2008

Me & Lauryn Hill: An Evolution

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The first time I heard Lauryn Hill, was probably a single from
the Blunted on Reality album and I hated it. At that time
it appeared to be crazy gimmicky.

I didn't like The Fugees and I didn't like The Score. The Score took an L
because in many ways, it was accessible, cross over Boom Bap.
Many folks who knew how much I liked rap, and hip hop heads in general
felt that it should get a pass. I was like, eehhhhnnn no. I can also admit
now that I was lightweight hating. She was fly, fresh and a B-girl. It was
perhaps a knee jerk, "There can only be one of us" reaction.

In addition, as a teenager I was heavily influenced by Islam and subsequently,
I felt that Lauryn should wear more clothes. I know, hard to believe, 
Ms. M.dot actually had something to say about the clothing of that a 
woman wears. But it was true.

The fact that I used to believe that back in the day goes to the notion
that we don't become who we are over night.

While I was certainly familiar with feminist politics then, I didn't have
a historical understanding that would allow me to question WHY it 
was any of my business how scantily clad L was in the first place.

Remember when Dave said on Stakes is High, " The underground is about
not being exposed, so you better take ya naked ass and put on some clothes"?

Well, In my mind that was directed towards over exposed rappers in general
but could be applied to Lauryn as well. In fact, when De La came to 'Frisco to 
perform, I asked Dave whether he meant that line for L and he looked at me
and was like, "nah, uhhhh, nah".

When she came out with Miseducation, I warmed up. From beginning
to end, the album was what she was going through in her life.
Not entirely self destructive, a little heavy handed, and perhaps most 
importantly, really human. 

As I have gotten older my thinking about clothes, presentation
and human beings has changed over time. I now realize that 
not only do I not want anyone talking about how short or tight my 
skirt is, I have also come to realize that it is none of my business 
what L wears as well.

I also realize that, and Erykahs recent pregnancy certainly underscores this,
that as Black women,  many folks feel that they have say so in what
we choose to do with our bodies. I find this intriguing given
the unbelievable pass given to Black men such as Puffy, R.Kelly, Akon given
their relationship and or sexual practices.

Which brings me back to Lauryn. I miss her. As I think about these 
Hip Hop and feminism study groups I wonder what her music
would sound like today. I wonder what the beats  would sound
like, who she would be collaborating with and how much being
a mom would play into her music.

Recently there were complaints about the fact the neither VH1's 
Hip Hop Honors and BET's Hip Hop awards nominated a single
woman. An anonymous source said that the reason why
there were fewer women emcees being launched on major labels
their hair and make up costs are expensive. You and I both know
that this is a lie, as record companies will invest millions into an 
artist if they believe that the return on investment. So I am suppose 
to believe hair weaves and mac eye shadow run into the tens of thousands
for female emcees? Besides grooming costs are irrelevant as artists are
responsible for paying back the labels for money that they spend on an artist.

The fact that there are no women were nominated for BET Awards or for a
Hip Hop Honors award underscores the significance of seeing Lauryn's
image in pop culture. There she was, petite, chocolate brown and
a mane of natural hair. Then and now, we are not allowed to be 
represented like that in pop culture.

That being said, Lauryn if you are out there, we are waiting for you.
To the young woman who sees her self as the next Lauryn Hill, we
are waiting for you as well.

Saturday, April 19, 2008

Me and The RZA Get Busy

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Being bitten by the writing bug is interesting. I run into
other Black movers and shakers on Friday or Saturday
evenings and they glaze over when I say I am going
home to write.


Its bugged out because this morning I created a
substantial addition to the "Crack Essays" file.
My eyes opened before the alarm went off at
6:30am this morning. I am not a morning byrd.
I am a grumpy byrd pre-Peerless. So, awaking
on a Saturday before the alarm is monumental.

The other side of the glaze over is the sense of reward I feel
when I sent Filthy a draft and he responds with
"M" this is incredible and I be like. Damn? Word?

All of these things are on my mind when I read about
the RZA and his work ethic. He speaks in an
interview, saying,

People you put your trust in, from women to partners, and then they forsake you. Even the Wu-Tang Clan, when Wu-Tang Clan pulled out of the Rage Against The Machine tour, it broke my heart, because I recorded the Wu-Tang Forever album with democracy. I let everybody do what they wanted to do. The other albums were more like how I wanted it, and it came out better, people say...... When they started backing out, it really hurt me and shit, so I backed out. I feel like I did everything for Wu-Tang. ... That’s why, when Bobby Digital came out, I started chilling. I started having a good time. But then when they forsake me—and some brothers did, some brothers didn’t—if you have four people who aren’t into it, it’s not going to work. (via Grand Good)
The RZA's statements struck me for a few reason's.
One it reminds me
of how every crew has a visionary
and how the visionary has to reconcile
that vision with what the crew seems to be capable of.
It reminds me of how the crews with the greatest
potential fail
to reach it because of infighting.

It reminds me of my new found writing discipline and
how I run into folks and they look at me like an alien-byrd
when I talk about writing on a Friday night.

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There are a serious of Boom Bap tasty treats
floating around these internet's.

Kate Richardson analyzes the new Roots video by
Rick Cordero through a feminist theory lens.



In an interesting excerpt she writes,

At first it seems as if Cordero might be taking the video in the pleasant hug-a-loser direction, but that sweetness is but an introduction to the birthday girl sitting on the floor and opening each dude's gift as he stands above her, holding it at his crotch. One guy brought her a sausage! How sweet!

Cordero shoots the sequence in a more or less shot/reverse-shot pattern, but despite this lukewarm attempt at representing the female perspective, the sequence still comes off as uncomfortably misogynistic.
Ivan at HHIR has an video interview up of Mary and Jay.
At about 2:30 in Jay speaks about the package
that distinguishes he and Mary from the thousands of
others that have record deals.

Mary mentioned that she has no problem letting
people see the sad sh-t. On its face, that may seem trite
and a complete cliche. But, think about how many times
a day you don't tell someone something because you think
they may reject you, or keep it to yourself out of fear.
We feel Mary because she lets it all, for better or for
worse, hang out.

Having spent 3 hours this morning writing about my family
and crack, I will tell you that there is no OTHER more vulnerable
feeling, other than being naked in front of someone for the first time,
than telling the truth because you can't hold it back any longer.

Jay mentions that what distinguishes him from other cats
is work ethic, god given talent and real life experience.

Say word.

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Doc Zeus has a retrospective of the Pen and Pixel era up.

Man them sh*ts were horrible. But its hip hop just the same.

Like that drunk uncle who is both irritating and embarrassing,
yet still yours.

We used to see these ads in The Source and squint with
the sour lemon head face at how bad they were.




Silk the Shocker, Mercedes, Master P. All bad.

Master P wants to apologize for some sh-t.
Apologize for those album covers blood.


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Why are we scared of hard work?


You encounter any visionaries lately?


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Saturday, March 15, 2008

Buckshot /9th Video was Made for This Blog. Sorta.

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I just had to feeling that this video was made for this blog.

Buckshot being the epitome of boom-bap, and all.

Is it me or is Buck getting more mature and starting
to favor Rakim?


No wonder I have always flirted with his grimey @ss when I've
seen him.


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New Living Legends. I am so glad these cats are still rapping.
I use to go to their shows as a teenager and try and get my
"hip hop photographer" on.
(via Grand Good)



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Wendy Day has written about how to put out your own music.


Regardless of the reasons, controlling your own project and proving to the world that your music is marketable, while making money, is very attractive. There are many successful examples of self-released artists and labels who have come before: Too Short, No Limit, Cash Money Records, Esham, Slip-N-Slide, E-40, Luke Records, 3-6 Mafia, Big Oomp, Swisha House, Lil Boosie, Webbie, Young Jeezy, and many, many others.

There is a lot of money and prestige in owning your own shit in this industry, provided you have the financing and staff to do it correctly. It isn't rocket science, so provided you have the proper tools and determination, you can make it happen for yourself. That's our focus: doing it correctly-- meaning profitably.
I like how most of the independents are in the South and the West.

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Some of the most honest sh-t I have read about the music industry
in a long time. From the Blenders 20 Biggest Record Screw Ups of All Times:

#19 The industry kills the single—and begins its own slow demise
In the early ’80s, the music industry began to phase out vinyl singles in favor of cassettes and later, CDs. Then, since it costs the same to manufacture a CD single as a full album, they ditched the format almost altogether. But they forgot that singles were how fans got into the music-buying habit before they had enough money to spend on albums. The end result? Kids who expect music for free. “Greed to force consumers to buy an album [resulted] in the loss of an entire generation of record consumers,” says Billboard charts expert Joel Whitburn. “People who could only afford to buy their favorite hit of the week were told it wasn’t available as a single. Instead, they stopped going to record shops and turned their attention to illegally downloading songs.”

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I have been on a Mobb Deep twirl. In fact post break up, I have moved from
Erykah, Mary and Donny Hathaway to...........Mobb Deep.
It's 4:23am and I am listening
to The Realest from Murder Muzik.
I guess the poetry
is so rugged and dark, its matching my "get my soul
clean" mood. Besides I haven't listened to them for a while

and it reminds me both of Filthy and of wanting to live in NY as a teenager.

That being said, imagine my surprise to find the Mobb Deep Originals
for the songs Tip produced on The Infamous at From Da Bricks.

Q-Tip’s contributions to Mobb Deep’s seminal sophomore LP are without a shadow of a doubt some of the very best examples of his work behind the boards. Nestled in amongst the dark and grimy soundscapes created almost exclusively by Havoc, The Abstract’s three additions to The Infamous are priceless, aptly providing the listener with moments of melodic respite in the midst of a collection of songs that are otherwise deeply shrouded in the shadows of the Queensbridge housing projects. With ‘Give Up The Goods (Just Step)’, ‘Temperature’s Rising’ and ‘Drink Away The Pain (Situations)’, Tip not only provides the LP with a depth that it would otherwise have lacked but also solidifies his status as a producer who was able to effort.
BUGGED OUT.

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Boom Bap Lives.

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Tuesday, August 14, 2007

Breihan Conveys Why I Love Boom Bap Now and Forvever

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In a Voice Article a couple of weeks ago Breihan spoke on Black Moon in a way the captured what I love about my Boom Bap folks, they play they position.
The main reason that last night's show ended up being worth the hassle at all was, unsurprisingly enough, the Boot Camp Clik, who seem constitutionally incapable of putting on a bad show. The only BCC group on the bill last night was Black Moon, but one of the great things about going to rap shows in New York is that most of BCC is virtually guaranteed to show up every time any affiliated group has a local show. This time, we got four of the Fab Five: Buckshot, Sean Price, Rock, Tek. I love that all these guys are still around and still active. More than any other mid-90s NY rap vets, they seem to understand their place in the world. They might never be superstars, but they have a devoted cult audience, one they can keep happy through constant touring and a near-frantic album-release schedule. And every time I see them onstage, they look overjoyed to be up there. Black Moon's show is really tight and rehearsed, and their hard formalism makes perfect sense in this town. Sean Price was one of the judges in the art-contest, so he stayed seated at the side of the stage the entire time, just waiting to be activated. Rock was entirely content to play hypeman at the back of the stage for the entire set, and that's what he would've done if Sway hadn't insisted that someone give him a mic. It's always fun to see Rock and Buckshot onstage at the same time, since Rock is roughly twice Buckshot's size. (Buck passed me on the stairs last night, and he came up to about my elbow.) These guys do shows around the city constantly, and I really need to make sure I get out to see them more often, since every show inevitably leaves me feeling great. I'll be out of town this weekend and I won't be able to see them at Rock the Bells, but I can't wait to hear how they do in front of the enormous Rage/Wu-Tang crowd.
There is NOTHING like that post Hip Hop show feeling.

Nothing.

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What was the last great hip hop show you went to?


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Saturday, August 11, 2007

Black Consumerism 101

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People Buy What Makes Them Feel Comfortable.
Thats what your boy Birkhold said a coupla weeks ago
and that
quote stays marinating on my mind.

I thought about this while I was on BART yesterday and
I heard a young lady talking about spending $2-300
on her hair.

Now don't get it twisted. Pun intended.
Black women INVEST in they hair.

Having our hair done makes is feel attractive, presentable
and sexy.

But, three hunned dollas? I only wondered
how solvent she was and if she was as willing
to spend as much on books for school or
classes at a community college.

But back to Birkhold. So. If we BUY what makes us feel comfortable
then, when a white kid buys 50 cent, how is that making him/her
feel comfortable?

For me HIP Hop makes me feel:
Angry, PE, Mos Def
Pensive, De La Soul
Reflective, Nas
Restless, Jim Jones
Stoopid, Turf Talk
Nerdy, Doom
Ruthless, Jay

But back to buying what makes us feel comfortable.

That would explain our affinity for RIMS, nails and weaves.

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It was so warm in Oakland today I could smell errry
thang. Swear. I was walking down the street and I
sniffed, and I was like. "Where are the Black Berries?"

Low and behold there they were across the street growing
on the side of the freeway. Smelling like my childhood.

Bugged out right?

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Man arrested for Cauncey Baileys murder now says that he
coerced into the confession.

Devaughndre Broussard, the 19-year-old Your Black Muslim Bakery janitor, said he didn't stalk or kill Bailey and knew nothing about the noted newsman.

Following his arrest, Broussard was taken to the Eastmont Substation where he was questioned by police. But he claims he was beaten and shown a confession he alleges was manufactured by police, he said on camera to KTVU Channel 2.

Homicide Commander Lt. Ersie Joyner III vehemently denied Broussard's allegations.

"The interview was conducted in a professional and ethical manner,"Joyner said. "And the taped confession has him in a nonscripted manner openly discussing the case. He was never physically harmed or threatened in any manner.

"Joyner said this tactic was not unexpected and other suspects in other cases have tried to do similar things.

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Anybody got finding forever.

Gotty said it was like a newer version of Be.

Which I can't evaluate because I only listen
to Resurrection. <<----outta pocket.

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It really is a commercial for pot holders but still. Its goood.
Can't remember the last time I was that CAPTIVATED by a video.

Dwight Spitz is touring in Texas this month.
If you are out
that way, you NEEDS to support.


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Summer is winding down. Is it everything you wanted it to be?

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Tuesday, April 03, 2007

DJ Triple Threat Presents: The Backpacker B-List Single Set

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1. Where my homies?, Ill and Al Scratch. Sing-songey rap hooks. In the ninties?!?!?! WHuuuT?
Come around my wayyyyyy/ Come around my wayyyyy.
Prototypical hood homie anthem.


2. Jeru, the water song, Come Clean. On the strength of love I have for yall. Imma post it ALONG with the original. <<****yes my arms are open for all of the e-love!***>>>> Whoops. Couldn't find the orig. And I know ya'll have the Jeru version. At least I dug up the vid. Lol.
Control the Mic/Like Fidel Castro/ Lock Cuba...

3. Van Full of Pakistans, Yall So Stupid. I found this song again almost two years ago. I allways loved it.
"Why do I do drugs/ sh*t/ I lost my record deal."
Cats was bringing it in what. '92-'93. What.

4. Ghetto's been Good to me, YZ.
I don't even remember the beat to this song.
THE GHETTOS BEEN GOOD TO MEEE--EEEE.

The hook was dope though. Old cat saying,

5. They Want Efx, Das Efx. The Baseline on this jawn is nasty. In fact it got stuck in my head in Feb and I had to itunes it.
Bum skipity, bum skipity bum ha....

6. Attitude, Rumpletiskins.
If anyone has this, holla at cha' m.dot. I needs to have it in my life.
"My additude is f*cked up/ and real sh*tty".
This hook reminds me of 12 cats, 6 blunts, 4 forties and 2 jeeps, just creeping through flatbush itchin' to get into something.


7. Pistol Grip Pump, Volume 10. Dude had the throaty, LA rap style. Where it seemed like he would start bucking at fools AND keep rapping and not miss a beat. He was the original Super Thug. Awwwwish.
Son of a b*tch Im rich/ that don't mean you can jank me/ All of my peoples are pimps/

I have a space for four more.

And I KNOW YALL got suggestions.

Bring 'em.

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Running is good.

The pain after running hurts.

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Sunday, March 18, 2007

Back Packer Week Presents: The Back Packer Box Set

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Say you on a island, Lost/Survivor style, and you can only bring 10 joints from that era.

Here are mine.


1. Main Ingredient.
Talk about your all purpose backpack founk.
I can chill to it.

Mash to it.
Homework to it.
Lounge to it.


2. Illmatic
I'd rather listen to this than just about anything else errrry day.
Unless Im happy.
Then. Well. Main Ingredient.
Illmatic has a way of making you feel like you are in a scene from Clockers.
Especially when I'm blue.

3. Ressurection.
Watermelon is the straight head nod.
U also can't lose w/ the seminal I Usta Love Her.

4. Bizzare Ryde to the Pharcyde
Part of me likes,Log Cabin a lil bit more (w/ She Said, Groupie "ips), but the Era bizzarre Ryde reps is more relevent to my b-girl developement.


5. Enta Da Stage.
Franklin Avenue Posse what.
Buck shot still could get it w/ his lil sexy @ss.
Evil D beats. This fool, if anyone needs to be putting out mixtapes.

6. De La Soul Is Dead
PP and De La Invented THE skit on this Jawn. They went all out on this jawn.
With discussions ranging from a Pistol Packing Santa, to MC Hammer and revealing their anti Arsenio resentments makes this a BP staple.


7. Reel to Reel.
"There's just one thing I wanna say."
"Copy, Copy, Copy, Copy".
Um. Back Packer Anthem Batches!

8. Midnight Marauders
I learned about Broadway Joe, of Mice and Men all from one CD.
And the BEATS STILL KNOCK, what 12 years later.
This sh*t wins just off the cover design alone.

"Bust off on ya crew/ like Mario Lemuex/"

I know yall gonna have problems.

I have spaces left for two.

Can't decide between,
Death Certificate. Listening to cube was like hearing Farrakhan nephew give you a lecture on Malcom. Hoodrific Ignorance.

Do You Want More. Come on. I couln't play The Roots like that.

Beastie Boys. Pauls Boutique. I think that is one of the first tapes my brother ever let me "hold". I almost put it on the list for that reason alone.
Step Into the Arena. Too many gangstars to choose.

Breaking Atoms. Extra P still foune. From the first hint of the bass to Front Door, to the crazy Politcal Friendly Game of Baseball. Plus his delivery is nasssteee.

Biz Mark is Going OffUm. Them samples is Nasty and it KNOCK and soon as you press play. Biz was allways that chubby cat that got over on his charm.
You know it!

Blowout Comb. This Bedstuy and general jazzy BK love on this jawn is bananas. And it has crazy replay value to this day.

Something by Gangstarr. Daily Operation anyone? I know. Im slipping. I just didn't know which one to choose.

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I know I have left something off.
I know ya'll got some smart @ss comments to make.

Enjoy.

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Tuesday, February 27, 2007

Go See East Of Havana or You Ain't Hip Hop.

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I slept yall. I saw this movie almost a month ago and I have been meaning to tell you about it. East of Havana is about Hip Hip in Cuba.

The filmmakers — who are Cuban-American themselves — zero in on a collective called El Cartel, composed of the charismatic Mikki (a flirt who raises pigeons), a poetic woman named Magyori (a street huckster who's as tough as any guy) and the group's political firebrand, Soandry, who laments the marginalization of politically tinged rap since its heyday in the United States in the early 1990s. ("I live trapped in that time," he admits.)

Although the film is set in 2004 during the weeklong run-up to the International Festival of Rap Cubano and in the shadow of Hurricane Charley, there's no phony urgency. The filmmakers are mainly interested in hearing the music and learning about the musicians' compelling personal stories. (Soandry, for instance, longs to be reunited with his older brother, who fled to the United States a decade earlier.)

And trust. You WILL be a different person after you watch it. I know, my back pack readers, b-girls/boys, and the mtv jawns, might think, here she go with this sh*t again.

Following Magyori and fellow rappers
as they prepare for an international hip-hop festival taking place in Havana in 2004, East of Havana sets their individual stories against the bitter, resilient landscape of Cuba's political history. For the youth in the film, music doesn't just have a purpose, it is a purpose, and the artists find in hip-hop a "mental freedom," a lyrical and ideological purity that recalls American hip-hop before it crusted over with diamonds and demagogues.



But please believe there is nothing like seeing fools rap, JUST FOR THE SAKE OF RAPPIN.

Seeing a dude in Cuba, live near the beach, not really have a lot of paper, BUT has crazy love for hip hop.

NEW WORLD WATER

2 of the three characters had to go outside to get water either from a pump or from a cooler.

THAT SH*T was bananas.
The female character in the documentary HUSTLES USED CLOTHES TO MAKE PAPER. The IDEA of Get Rich or Die Trying, or Bling, Or Coming Up, is foreign to them. I swear, for these cats, hip hop is like breathing. And it makes my 89-92 loving heart smile.

While it may not come to your local theaters.

Netflix it.

IMDB it.

Myspace it.

Get that sh*t into ya life.

Trust.

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Hi Blog fam.

Has anyone else seen it?

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