Tuesday, December 30, 2008

Best Singles/Songs of 2008: Part 2

Captain Jean-Luc Picard Reacting to the Latest Soulja Boy Blog

VIC- "Get Silly"

There's currently a three-way tie in my life for the best ringtone rap song of '08 between this, "Yaaah" and "Marco Polo", although this song wins by default for forcing me to incorporate that fucking dance into my everyday life. Too bad VIC will never have another hit, but if it means he's taking Soulja "Nas killed hip-hop, not the genre's ever-diminishing returns" Boy with him, and therefore FL Studio orchestral hit-based beats, then fuck 'em.

Bow Wow- "Marco Polo"

I've said everything I need to say about Shad a few months ago, but I've got to say, if Soulja Boy could actually produce albums full of beats this intricate and catchy, then maybe his coonery could be forgiven a bit.

Although every time I watch this video I'm reminded of what happens when state governments cut school funding. Jesus Christ.

Busta Rhymes-"Arab Money"

HOW THE MIGHTY HAVE FALLEN. It's weird to see Busta go from geeked out backpacker to one-dimensional yet really bugged out and fun to a 50 Cent knock-off to a ringtone rapper. Honestly, everytime I watch the video for "Gimme Some More", I just feel ancient. Fail on two other levels: Dude is fat and hunched awkwardly now, looking a bit like Donkey Kong or King Koopa, and the "Arab Money" dance is just a really lame modification of the "Get Silly" dance. Busta suffers from DMX/LL Cool J syndrome wherein dude is important and has made great songs but never once made a good album so I have to feel for him considering no one gives a shit about what he does.

Maybe alienating his gay fanbase wasn't too smart. I mean, we've seen wonders what those residual fans can do for records sales, a la Britney.

Three 6 Mafia-"Playstation"

Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeees. The best track on what was a pretty underwhelming Triple Seis record, although there were some cool moments and Juicy J's raps>everything. But disappointment aside, the beat for this song is huge and pretty intimidating, though the theme is sort of retarded. But that's the point, the sort of retarded things you'll find on a Tree 6 Mafia album are so well-made and unforced that they don't rub you the wrong way or smack of failure like, say, "Arab Money". They're not traveling out their niche, its just natural.

Shawty Lo-"Dey Know"

This beat is a fucking instant classic. I don't understand why everything doesn't sound this great anymore. Weren't we swimming in hot beats until about 2004? I still can't believe this guy is from D4L. That'd make a Ghostface freestyle that more awesome, considering that random dart he threw their way two years ago. Dude's kind of like a happier, less froggy Young Jeezy, meaning infinitely better, but I could easily see wanting to kill myself after enduring one too many songs with that delivery. Yung Joc>All.

Jim Jones-"Pop Champagne"

Confession time: I used to fucking love Jim Jones during that summer I was a DipSet stan in High School. To this day, I think his singles from On My Way To Church are still some of the best non-Cam shit they ever did and his verses were actually pretty good. But honestly, everyone not named Ron Browz on this song is god-fucking-awful. How do you not kill this beat? As clunky and awkwarf as it is, it knocks like crazy and actually has an A-B-C structure, jazz-style that someone could easily work with.

Anyway, part of my obsession with this video is how weird Freaky Zeeky is how terrible and goofy Juelz Santana has become. 2:30 into the video says it all, to me.

Also, how much of an unaware douche do you have to be to make gaudy records about wasting shitty sub-alcoholic status beverages? Politics aside, its just disgusting that people are still cooning on this shit on the brink of financial collapse.

EDubb-"Whooty"

This is the only useful thing I've gotten from Byron Crawford next to that "I Wanna Lay Pipe" song by John Brown. I'm tickled as clits that this video has 1 million views, but I'm pretty disappointed that this song has yet to become huge. I mean, come one, it's a Collipark production with a novelty theme and a Yes sample from arguably the second best Yes song. COME ON. There should already be a Lil' Wayne/Busta Rhymes remix by now, dammit.

Ludacris-"One More Drink"

Up until 5 years ago I worshipped this motherfucker. Like, fiended out whenever I'd see dude in videos, even if it was just a cameo in an Outkast or Missy jawn. That's back when he was cool. Dude's going through Nas syndrome (I need to copywrite these things), wherein aging rappers become awkward and sort of lame as they strive to some weir imagine plateau of adulthood. From all his Conan appearances and attempts at acting in movies, its clear dude is really awkward and terrible and skates by on that crossover star-power we just hurl to musicians regardless of acting ability. Although it must be hard when Lil'Wayne has stolen your shine as the most boisterous and out-there rapper from the South. Still, dirty as cornwos Luda>Fresh Caesar and acting roles Luda.

Lil' Wayne-"Phone Home"

This is still the one track, besides "A Milli", and "Dr. Carter" on Tha Carter III that prevented it from being more bad than decent. This was pretty much all I listened to on my walk to work at the MET over the summer, although there's a question it brings up: Are you still "weird" if that's the way you consciously sell yourself? My experience in High School with goths would say nah, b.

The Roots- "Get Busy"

I haven't really given a shit about new Roots albums since Phrenology, which the the final entry in their trilogy of classics before they started making terrible music. Although this was a really unsuspected bright spot in their 00's output, mostly buoyed by an awesome dirty synth beat and surprisingly ill Peedi verse, which became the only reason I started checking for him on Nahright before realizing I didn't give a shit. This album was a good climb back up to their past quality but its nowhere near the "great" record a lot of people made it out to be, synths and political diatribes be damned.

Nigger-"N.I.G.G.E.R"

The conventional wisdom that Untitled/N.I.G.G.E.R was another shitty Nas album (let's be real, like Jay attested, he made one classic and one okay record and that's it) that seemed even worse in light of how amazing the Nigger Mixtape is. I still listen to latter, though I've reduced the former to a select 4 or 5 MP3's on my iTunes. This is probably the msot beautiful song I've heard all year in terms of the sample, although the drum rbeaks and fill-happy bass playing should've gotten cut out. Although if Nas had the foresight to edit properly we could've had 7 or 8 Illmatics by now.

And, and "Sly Fox" is fucking embarrassing.

Johnson & Jonson-"Bout It, Bout It"

All my doubts about Blu from last year were excised when this came out earlier in the year, since the only thing wrong with From the Heavens was he seemed like one of the thousands solid and gifted yet boring rappers that get Okayplayer/transgressive "real hip-hop" head love. But then he hooked up with Mainframe to actually drop catchy songs, this being one of them which is really a lot more likeable than it has any right to be and has a weird rewind quality where at first I thought it was cool but would keep playing it without knowing why as I grew to like the song more. Hopefully dude can live up to that "West Coast Lupe Fiasco" tag I'm trying to attach to him.

KRS-ONE-"Rider Pt. 2 Freestyle"

...where in the hell did KRS' jaunty corpse find the fire he brought to this song? Holy shit. Seriously, who the fuck would've thought of all people KRS would've ethered a track in 2008, no less a bullshit G-Unit track (side note, that G-Unit album is decent). Streudel into a poodle>"Got Money"

Cory Gunz- "Check the Rhyme (sic) Freestyle"

Check this shit out and try to tell me this motherfucker isn't the best rapper in New York. He and Blu were the only good inclusions on that infamous (LOL @ e-beef) XXLmag cover but it feels like the guy is still a bit slept on despite this, his ridiculous radio freestyle (also on this mixtape) and the fact that he was the only person not named "Lil' Wayne" to properly rock the "A Milli" beat. Plus dude's clever.

If Peter Gunz' kid can grow up to be this ill, shouldn't Ghostface's kid Sun God or GZA's son Justice be B.I.G. status by now?

The Knux-"Fire"

That album is still crap with 3 good songs on it, but fuck those three songs are really good. I first listened to this song on my friend's toilet in her Montreal apartment while I was sick from cat dander and cigarette/weed smoke, and it sort of made me feel much better while it was playing. Everything right about late 90's/early 00's rap is present on the track, which is a shame because prolly no one outside of internet rap circles and mtvU's audience checked it out.

Fuck this song is gorgeous.

Ghostface- "Clientele"

Technically clearly a Raekwon track (from the hook) and technically prolly from either '99 or the early 00', this was on the first of two Ghost B-Sides albums released this year, the second of which completely useless, but the first one really interesting the more you listen to it. Ghost does one of those things where he kind of goes off and chooses a different subject of songwriting method on a track, and on this he basically goes off about torturing and killing some guy who crossed him for his whole verse, as opposed to the more traditional stuff Rae and Fat Joe spit on this. Besides that, the song is really good, although my 90's bias might be influencing how much I dig this track.

Dj Premier-"Spin Live"

Its my duty as a head to check out shit, even if I know it'll be crap, but there were two gems buried in Premier's instrumental CD he dropped earlier this year, the better of the two being "Spin Live", which seems to be begging to have Nas' voice on it. It's just a perfect fucking beat and lightyears ahead of this Polow Da Don/Salaam remi fuckery lil' homie likes to involve himself with.

Joe Budden-"Who? (Parts 1-4)

This should be mandatory listening for anyone who calls themselves a rap fan right now. First of all, this is probably the only good 15 minute song ever. Second, its definitely the only good 15 minute rap track ever. Joe "The Jumpoff" Budden, whose entire Ramen noodle budget is based on paypal donations and adclicks it seems these days, finally does something else of note and basically articulately, with a slew of good points, although there are a few missteps, assesses the situation of the genres continual decay. And in a non-preachy/haughty Common/Talib Kweli/Okayplayer way!

"Pump, pump pump it up!"

Heltah Skeltah-"Everything is Heltah Skeltah"

When I got into Sean after some ballyhooing last year, I was caught off gaurd by how fucking clever dude is. That album is still great, but unfortunately this record, 13 years after Nocturnal is pretty filler-laden and cheap sounding, which is disappointing because if there's anything apparent about this era of rap, old-heads are continually dropping amazing shit under the radar, for the most part.

Another great thing about old-heads: They're not afraid to look dumb or be goofy.

Sean Price>Busta Rhymes

N*E*R*D-"My Drive-Thru"/"Everyone Nose Remix"


Considering its been 4 years since the Neptunes were the go-to guys for hits, I wonder how Pharell can still entrench himself into the highest echelons of hipster culture. I was sure there was a statute of limitations on that sort of anything.

Unsurprisingly, N*E*R*D again fail to fully follow-up In Search Of... which I'd argue is in the top 20 if not top 15 albums of this decade. Real talk. Weird though that not only did they put out two great singles in one year, but neither of them were actually on their album. The Santogold/Julian Casablancas song was in a GAP commercial I think, but is somehow really good and Julian has a great voice that somehow balances out and improves the two other annoying personalities on the track.

And there's the "Everyone Nose" remix, which is prolly the posse track of the year, though it does resemble "Swagga Like Us" in that the last verse (TI and Pusha T respectively) was by far the best. And unlike "Swagga Like Us", there weren't really any bad verses on the track.

Fonzworth Bentley-"Everybody"

I know everyone collectively scoffed when Kanye and Fonzworth talked about how 4 years ago when the remix to "The New Workout Plan" came out that he was prepping for an album. But if the shit sounded anything like this song, then I'm all for it.

Although most likely, like Sa-Ra, Jean Grae, Busta Rhymes, and just about everyone else he'll release an album name and concept and single to have it shelved forever and then leaked to the net/

Erykah Badu-"The Cell"

One of a few tracks that kept me coming back to New Amerykah and prolly the second best song on the record. It manages to reign in the purposeful weirdness of the album in a conducive way with the crazy breakbeat, odd-timbred samples, and nearly minute long rendition of the hook as the song's outro. Something about this reminds me of Huey Newton and Don Cornelius.

Eagles of Death Metal-"Heart On"

Despite being a woefully incorrect conservative libertarian, Jesse Hughes is still a minor God and member of one of maybe three good capital "R" rock bands left in existence on the planet. And none of that Pitchfork garage rock shit, which is well and decent but lacking in songs. Their new songs are a lot less quirky and lo-fi rock than they used to be, but somehow they've gotten progressively catchier over the years and this new record was only hampered by the weird decision to include dull ballads.

Austrian Death Machine-"Rubber Baby Buggy Bumpers"

The only metalcore bands I cared about, As I Lay Dying and The Black Dahlia Murder, have all become fucking terrible, thereby making them just like the rest of 00's metal. However, this immature comedy side-project Tim Lambesis did has one redeeming feature, "Rubber Baby Buggy Bumpers". Though AILD starting sucking when they really decided that they were a thrash band, the breakdown in this makes me happy for about 10 seconds at a time, and its a nice reminder that not only did quality metalcore use to exist, but that this Whitechapel/Suicide Silence bullshit is already on its way out.

Krallice-"Wretched Wisdom"

The album wasn't any good, but this song is fucking amazing. Unsurprisingly, a bunch of prog/tech guys brought a shitload of interesting counterpoint playing to this random-ass black metal side project. Their confusing the hippies/hipsters/modern rock fuckwads but uniting the 12 metalheads left at my college a few months ago at out Fall Fest concert reminded me that metal, no matter how bad, serves an important social function.

Disfear-"Fiery Father"

Hardcore as a crusty musical/sonic aesthetic will always be better than hardcore as a music form which has always been notoriously shitty and is basically just the soundtrack for ritual rather than anything to sit and listen to. Another CD that was okay but shouldn't have been as hyped as it was.

Kanye West-"Love Lockdown"

I'll talk more about this Thursday evening, but I could've chose any one of 5 or 6 arguably flawless songs off this album, but it only makes sense to include this as the moment when I realized eventually Kanye West is going to make a full-blown Chromeo/Justice/Tears For Fears pastiche album. Oh, and its the most well-formed, least objectionable song on the record. My first reaction was disappointment, and then , just like with Graduation, that evolved into temporary obsession. Dallas Penn's assessment of the song is spot-fucking-on so I'm going to be lazy and just hyperlink that.

In Two Days: The Completely Objective Best Albums of '08 List

Sunday, December 28, 2008

Best Singles/Songs of 2008: Part 1

Looking back, moving back onto campus and taking a full course load rather than one class as an internship was great for me but abysmal for Fuck I Look Like?'s post count

LLoyd Feat. Lil' Wayne-"Girls Around The World"

I could do with a bit more memorable lines and less interpolations of Rakim lyrics on Weezy's verse but, shit, it's 2008 Lil' Wayne. A 6/10 is the best he can give right now. Post- "Get It Shawty" futuristic club Hip-Hop/R&B Lloyd is immensely more likeable and has much better songs than the old Murder Inc. straphanger/potential token R&B on a hip-hop label that always gets shelved (here's looking at you Rell and Christion) Lloyd. Shit, if he could have a whole album of "Get It Shawty"s and "Girls All Around The World", he might get to that mystical T-Pain level of pop consistency. Speaking of which...

T-Pain-"Karaoke".
This is the best video of the year. Thr33 Ringz manages to solve the filler problem of Epiphany making it easily one of the best albums released this year and also one of few modern hip-hop and pop-bred commercial R&B records that's worth a shit. Any of the records singles would've done, but Pain's sense of humor put this shit over. And, it helps how ridiculously grandiose the track is and how hard he shits on most of the rappers trying to get on the last few years. Plus, this is the only time Khaled's obnoxiousness actually came in handy.

Snoop Dogg- "Sexual Eruption"

This song is still fucking amazing nearly a year later. I've gone to too many college parties to not realize the power of a really good late 00's club track, which post-'06 trance-hop seems to permanently have this weird texture attached to it that can only be described as the aural representation of getting your dick grinded for the first time in a sweltering room full of brown people with loans. Its like something slowly unraveling while being both gorgeous and dirty, kinda like a Georgia O'Keefe painting getting double-dicked. This was probably on last year's, too, but who gives a fuck.

The Dream-"Falsetto"

Falsetto - The Dream
Speaking of my dick, this song is like what "Buy U A Drank" was to me last year, a song I slept on because the artist's previous single turned me off, in this case it was The Dreams's "Shawty is a 10" as opposed to "I'm In Luv Wit A Scrippa". But somewhere between getting played at maximum volume in my friend's car a few months ago, Christian's suspicious decision to start listening to LoveHate and incessant play's of the record while I've been back working at the MET, I buckled around last Thursday and limewire'd the shit out it. Plus, despite people's tendencies put any old shit on during Myspace-generation sex, this shit could actually be fucked to. Like Portishead fucked.

Sidenote: Can someone at these labels start hiring me to play these passionate faux-80's metal/Hall&Oates guitar solos for R&B tracks a la Usher/The Dream? Shit sounds dumb easy. And I've got kids to buy Lil' Wayne CD's for.

Portishead-"We Carry On"

6 We Carry On - Portishead
Like Phantom Limb, Third took me a few months to care to listen to. It wasn't until a late night Metro-North train ride to White Plains last month that I realized how fucking great the album is. Of the tracks, I chose this because it reminds me of when I was younger and got into Clinic back when Clinic were making good music, i.e. brooding psych-rock songs that sounded like this, but with a permanently sneering Ade Blackburn instead of a wailing Gorey-esque Beth Gibbons.

You don't make soft bookish love to new Portishead, you fucking blood-let to it.

The Black Ghosts- "Anyway You Choose To Give It"

Anyway You Choose To Give It - The Black Ghosts
I was, like I try to do as often as possible, fucking around in iTunes browsing for really good electronica and dance music, since hip-hop and rock are albatross' creatively/consistency-wise and it's much easier to fall dick-first into a rare solid rap album these days than to find good dance music in this really odd clusterfuck of house,techno, electro (and allegedly rave's coming back) that is getting put on right now. And to follow a theme, this song is fucking sexy. The Black Ghosts are clearly the better half of the Simian brokeup that produced Simian Mobile Disco (who have their moments, but...eh.)

Tobacco- "Hairy Candy"

Hairy Candy - Tobacco
I tried to like this album a lot, but it, like pretty much everything released lately is, at best, half-good. Maybe something should be said of diminishing returns and the full-length LP being too many tracks for most people making music these days to actually use to make consistent works. David Lee Roth was right when he explained his motivations for making EP's at first rather than albums, something Tobacco and Kanye should've noted. But regardless, this song is awesome, and one of the few good things to come out of my schools blog-centric taste in music.

Flying Lotus-"Parisian Goldfish".


Pitchfork finally served some use! I was going through their "Best Videos of 2008" list and this popped up. I could go into detail about the song and video, but its better just experienced plus its late and I'm hungry.

Lady Gaga- "Just Dance"

Seriously, what are people going to do once this soft saw/fart-synth thing dies out? it's been like 3 years, and as much as I love it, I'd be hard pressed to imagine what long underappreciated-by-pop genre will get incorporated in the '10s. This album wasn't any good, but the chick can certainly sing, and reminds me of Christina Aguilera with Britney Spears' ability to actually blend in with dance tracks (which Christina is a little too "Sears" for) and a bunch of LES/Greenpoint/Williamsburg hipster sensibility. The fact that I don't participate in any of this Lastnightsparty/Kim Wilde "Kids of America (with corroded nasal cavities and trust funds)" scene just makes me feel more curmudgeonly.

Oh hey, look, tits!

Venetian Snares-"Eurocore MVP"

Eurocore MVP - Venetian Snares
Included because it comes from the only good (in a traditional, extra-genre sense) VS album so far.

Santogold-"Creator"

Creator - Santogold
Considering how long she's had since she wrote that Res album from the heady days of 2001 (Fuck I miss Cody ChesnuTT), I'm surprised at how much her record sucked. But she really found herself a niche among MIA and Yeah Yeah Yeahs fans (ie, girls), so good for her. You know what'd be obnoxious? Remixing this with MIA and Saul Williams on it doing verses. I think my skull would cave from all the Afropunk.

Estelle-"American Boy"

American Boy (Radio Edit w/ Kanye) - Estelle
Things like this brighten up my year. As much as I love "Yaaah" and "Marco Polo", at the end of the day I'd like to have a great single, not a moderately catchy coon anthem to shuck-and-jive to to annoy my friends and co-workers who are convinced I'm Puerto Rican. Plus, as my iTunes library inclusions of Zero 7, Badly Drawn Boy and etc attest to, I femme out pretty hard for songs both mellow and catchy with those slightly muffled clean tones and "However Do You Want Me" feel. Plus, its weird to know Will.I.Am spends his time listening to Boyz Noise. Although apparently Will.I.Am is huge in Britain. Though so is Oasis still, so there's no accounting for taste.

Ashlee Simpson-"Outta My Head (Ay Ya Ya"

Bitch is retarded as my generation's fashion sense, but she stumbled tits-backwords into the best 80's simulacrum EVER. This song shits on everything Gwen Stefani has ever done, and I say this as someone who bought Love.Angel.Music.Baby the first week it was out and giddily rode through East Brooklyn humming to "Bubble Pop Electric". If her entire family, baby, husband and all, perished Lynard Skynard/Big Bopper style tomorrow, this song would serve as a fitting cap to a sub-Britney Spears career awash in retarded pouts and even more retarded singing. I imagine "Get outta my head" is something her fuselage-encased cracker corpse would say if it wasn't JFK Jr'ed to hell.

Hypothetically.

Danity Kane-"2 Of You"

2 Of You - Danity Kane
Second greatest pop album of the decade after FutureSex/LoveSounds. Deadass.

Rihanna-"Disturbia"

Its getting harder every year not to love her and her tone-deaf, non-Jamaican five-head. No Briehan.

Britney Spears-"Womanizer"

AKA my ringtone for most of the fall, and a song used to actually dance alone in my room too, "Put A Ring On It'-style for about a week. Is it weird how much I identify with the throngs of young gays, fag-hags and unpopular white girls in her current fanbase when I listen to this?

John Legend-"Green Light"

What's most alarming about this song, besides the fact that my boy Andre looks just like John Legend, that this track is actually really good, and that John Legend is still around, is that Andre 3000 is only 33.

33.

Outkast were 19 when they put out Southernplayalisticcadillacfunkymusic, arguably their best album. And were 28 when they put out the last interestic piece of music either of them has done, Speakerboxxx/The Love Below, the former of which has thankfully been given correct appraisal in hindsight as the better of the two. Not only does this remind me how little I've personally accomplished, but it reminds me that when people try to excuse Lil'Wayne and company as late bloomers. Listen, I'm not waiting until Wayne is some 29 year-old globe-trotting cigar-enthusiasts wearing sandals and married to Michelle from Destiny's Child to put out a good record. Two things need to happen. Motherfuckers need to start showing and proving in this "post-talent" atmosphere we've got, and Outkast need to be reminded that they've wasted 5 years of prime rapping time bullshitting and should prolly get something out before they officially become Jay-Z-bored with rap.

Also: Big Boi's guest verses>Andre 3000's.

TI-"Live Your Life"

Live Your Life - Feat. Rihanna - T.I.
What a great way to make /b/ stop their cliched, faux-nihilist internet race-baiting and making the retards laud a pop rapper. This is one of those magical pop moments (No Briehan) where clearly the dude was in on the joke from the beginning (No Robert Kelly). I can imagine Cliff at the Grand Hustle offices being shown the Numa Guy video years ago and decided to wait until he had enough cash to clear the sample to make a Myspace-generation anthem of it.

Dude's flow is as awesome as always, but it pretty much seems like he'll never make a decent album.


Tomorrow: Things. Get. Silly.

Wednesday, November 5, 2008

Beige '08


In everyone's exuberance, especially the annoyingly bleeding heart but adorable nonetheless hippie drum circles and shouting on my campus, people seem to constantly overlook that Obama is not the first black president.

He's the first mulatto president. (Although people's tendency to ignore that and refer to him solely as black is telling).

Thus, with my people finally in control of the executive branch, I'd like to thank/activate my fellow sleeper cell agents, Jay Smooth, Lisa Bonet, Lenny Kravitz, Zoe Kravitz, Halle Berry, Faith Evans, Jennifer Beals, Mariah Carey, U-God, Charli baltimore, The Mowrys, Tay Zonday, Vanity, and Alicia Keys.

We really deed it.

Friday, October 24, 2008

This Is Not The Matrix. But I Am The Oracle. "Do You Wanna Get With Me?" The Question Is Rhetorical.



Oh ho ho ho. Unfortunately a combination of being a college senior who suddenly gives a shit about being active on campus and a lingering aversion to sitting on my laptop and typing, rather than spending an hour going through youtube, StopAllMonsters, and the myriad channels of free amateur porn of girls who should know better than to trust any man in the digital age (word to anonib.com). I feared "blogger death" for a minute there, exacerbated by the fact that there's little to care or write about in music this year and my blogroll pretty much, with some minute differences, shares the same views or at least some semblance of it so the well ran dry around the time I went to Rock The Bells in August.

But now its October, and awakened by both my 21st birthday and the 1 year anniversary of this blog, I have a backlog of shit to exhume Or expound. Ex-somethin'.

Seeing as I'm now 21 and both boringly legal in the US and anything but appealing to marketers and the world at large, it's only fitting that the the remaining October posts will deal with age in hip-hop, or lack thereof and it's trapping and implications, including my own.


Let's get this out of the way.

Soulja Boy is a coon. This isn't judgment made out my approval of class warfare, socialist politics, latent afro-centrism/black nationalism, or a condemnation on the whole of materialism, it's an observable fact. Not because of his pop-rap for 12-year-olds and dancing, but because of his coon-ass behavior on Youtube on the daily. But he's the coon of the moment, or at least was since he seems to already have run out of the gas that "Yaah" afforded him, so it's not surprising that (Lil') Bow Wow, nee Shad Moss (really?) would go to him for tracks. Standard practice in hip-hop, even for producer/rappers like Kanye, is to remain pliant to whatever sounds are out there, and apparently after a bit of interaction with TI and Mike Jones and years being suspiciously at the behest of a certain form Whodini backup dancer/Janet Jackson enema carrier (because she keeps her shit regular, y'all) in Atlanta, Bow Wow began to refashion himself as a Southern rapper, or in reality, the "modern" Southern rapper as typified by Lil' Wayne, who essentially has all of the 00's NYC mixtape rapper cliches that Jay-Z cursed us all with (Whisper rapping, etc) but maintains all the things about characteristically less verbose and "speedy" Southern rappers that people like myself (and not DoctorZeus) love.

It's a logical and profitable move. It's an old hat to discuss relevancy versus financial stability versus artistic "credibility", but to be a rapper is to have to navigate that paradox of "Okay, I need to do this song with Lil'Wayne and T-Pain so the government doesn't repo my throwback jersey collection" versus "I'm gonna do whatever the fuck I like, fuck it I'll go on Koch and tour with Heltah Skeltah". Few can really do it, and the longer you stay around in any genre in general, the more criticism and derision is heaped unto you and people can see every flaw and loose seem in your image and shtick. One only has to look at Madonna, LL Cool J, U2 and Jay-Z to see what happens to people who become too successful and safe.

The source of Bow Wow's problem? About 10 years of kiddie star baggage, the same kind that reduced Lil'Romeo into a desperate Lil' Wayne rip-off (although Wayne's inflections come from Slick Rick, Andre 3000 and Snoop), prevents much in the way of image reinvention, especially considering there was and isn't anything remotely interesting or artistic about Lil' Bow Wow in the first place. In many respects, not to milk the comparison, he's the anti-Lil' Wayne. Not only did Wayne grow up without having to remind people he was growing up or make desperate bids like drop the "Lil'" from his moniker, but Wayne is unarguably interesting.

Also, in an age where we have a glut of great, but boring, rappers and terrible, but charismatic, rappers, Wayne managed to merge being interesting with having (sometimes) great lyrics. Although of late Wayne can only drop a 16 of note in freestyles.

Plus, Baller Blockin'> Like Mike.

This post was inspired by the video embedded above, which, I do actually like a lot, as well as Bow Wow's appearance on former hXc Hebrew/current manchild Pete Wentz's "F'n MTV". In it, he constantly insisted that he was trying to show how he was "grown up" and was going to stop making albums and start making films "like Will Smith". This was followed by a strangely robotic and pandering analysis of whether people will believe he was "all grown up" now by the impotent panel of talking heads employed on the show. The answer? Naw. Like most of the high school kids I used to run with in Brooklyn, he's really deluded and insecure, but that's made more tragic by the standard former child star attempts on his part to become something he's not, which is a person of substance within the field he's in. Catchy reworkings of "Going Back To Cali" with Omarion aside, dude is completely enslaved to the Scream Tour/106&Park/girls who don't actually enjoy music demographic. Even though he's currently being bolstered by increasingly catchy singles the last few years like say a Britney Spears, he lacks the star power to do anything with it. Realizing he's not a pop star but a kiddie rapper trapped in the BET chitlin' circuit, there's only one move to make, which is "respected rapper".

Motivated a self-serious pretension probably originating from his Napoleon complex, the kid is crippled by the fact that he's been a punchline for years. The same reason Marques Houston and Omarion would have trouble reaching the ubiquitous level of Usher is the same reason Bow Wow will never become the TI he thinks he is.

The best bet for someone like Bow Wow is to just become MC Hammer. Go all out and make an album full of catchy-as-shit pop songs akin to his recent singles and forget ever being taken seriously. Parachute pants and a cheap-ass G-Shock watch (what is this, 2001?) encrusted with diamonds.

That's a good look.At 22, that door closed a while ago. Being ill at 11 doesn't mean anything at this point. Biggie had already dropped Ready To Die, and Nas Illmatic by 22.

Or, he could just do the female pop star standard and become a gay icon and surf on disposable income for years.


This post is a tome to all the Foxy Browns, Lil'Zanes, Lil' Mamas, and Lil' Romeos that were put on the mic and quickly realized they had nothing to add. I'ma pour out a lil' bit of grape quarter water in the memory of your relevance.


Monday, August 4, 2008

Tonight's Da Night

Photo Courtesy of/hijacked from Brooklyn Vegan

It's been a long time. I shouldn't of left, but shit, its summer, music is boring right now and a motherfucker got hisself a JOB. So rather than opining about Rick Ross's succulent yet deceptive man-titties or Soulja Boy v. Ice-T during what was admittedly an inspiration drought, I sat back, wondering if I'd avoid the blog death that happens to most people doing this self-important e-typing bullshit. Luckily, yesterday was the NYC date of Rock The Bells, which was pretty much the one of the best lineups of anything in the history of ever. And this counts Woodstock that, honestly, had a lot of shitty filler that didn't age well.

After seeing my tax dependent Christian for a rare opportunity to actually hang out with one of my friends and downing some choice Colombian food for breakfast/lunch in Queens, I made my virgin voyage to Long Island. I was unable to find out where the Queens-to-LI bus was since it was Sunday, and being an hour late because of the lunch (I should've left around 12:30 to catch Dead Prez at 2:30, who were the first act I gave a shit about missing) I had to call upon all of the colors of the wind to navigate myself to Jones Beach. If transit wasn't so easy to deal with in NYC, I would've been fucked, but luckily I was able to read the map and ask the right questions, though I still felt terribly lost and embarrassed that I'm pushing 21 and never had never rode the LIRR or been to Long Island.

Unsurprisingly, the trains at Jamaica were filled with people coming to Rock The Bells who also didn't give a shit about missing about 6 Paid Dues acts. There was a nice mix of genuinely hot women and only a tiny smattering of the DudeManBrah's that gave Rock The Bell's its reputation last year of the pre-eminent wigger haven.

Rage Against The Machine seems to really bring out the retards.

After getting there and a bit of uncertainty with about what bus to take, all 123 of us made it on the convoy and were at the beach from Freeport, LI in about 20 minutes.

Following the signs posted and reverberations of Dead Prez's final three songs, I got to my ridiculous nosebleed seat and avoided the overpriced food and interesting but kind of futile distractions (I'd love to spit a 16 for a Burger King king mask, but, nah.) I figured, when I bought the tickets in late May on Ticketmassa that the seats wouldn't be that bad, but I got to experience the kind of immaculate view that comes with not spending a third of my paycheck on concert tickets. But luckily, save for Immortal Technique who tends to suffer from a weak flow and the same stale, cliched undie rap beats that helped kill NY rap, the whole lineup was energetic and awesome. I missed "Hip Hop" because I opted to piss before going up the endless cascade of stairs to section 24 seat V19, but I don't really like more than four Dead Prez songs anyway. I always thought it was ridiculous that they didn't blow up in the hood with their incendiary and kind of hood-ignorant politics and embracing the sort of shit I used to run into in Bed-Stuy (wheatgrass-promoting militant natty dreads with far left agendas and light-skinnededed girlfriends), but that doesn't mean I'd care to see them work through "Mind Sex" on a hot Sunday afternoon.

After Immortal Technique got done being angry and Peruvian, De La Soul got onstage and I realized that from then on out, I would be bombarded with 7 main stage acts I really fucking enjoy and would probably thoroughly embarrass myself with my quiet yet energetic rapping to shit I know. But for the sake of clarity, here is the rest of the show by act:

De La Soul- Unsurprisingly, they opted to not do "Me Myself and I". Which is cool, because due to my newfound appreciation of their non-"Oooh" songs (Fuck it, their first two records are classics), but I sort of wanted them to just do "Jenifa Taught Me" and like all of De La Soul Is Dead. They fell into a common trap of playing shit from albums people didn't like that much (for good reason) or new shit. Which, from death metal to Cappadonna, is always a terrible idea. Unless that shit is Thriller, I'll pass on trying to engage and decipher through crappy sound your latest 2rd rate J Dilla homage (Looking at you, Q-Tip). But they definitely could rock a crowd and kept things lean, just the three of them onstage and then briefly Q-Tip when he ran on stage for his "Buddy (Remix)" verse, which I thoroughly spazzed out for. Its enough to like some shit yourself, but to have this cavernous beach side theater full of heads reciting obscure lyrics to shit no one under 25 listens to is beautiful.

The Pharcyde- Aww. See, here is the thing. De La Soul, with their the Hives-aping "Freezing during a song for effect" thing got away with playing three post Buhloone Mind State songs no one knew or cared about (Doing "Oooh" with Redman would've been awesome). But though the theater was only half full this early into the main stage acts the crowd didn't get into any of the songs until "Passing Me By", which makes me wonder if its because The Pharcyde are this Cali rap group whose talent has been overshadowed by being the go-to reference made by white people who don't like rap to prove that they "do like rap". But to be honest I only recognized 5 songs, the aforementioned classic as well as "Oh Shit", "Ya Mama", "Drop", "Runnin'", and "I'm That Type of Nigga". Despite the noticeable flatness of the crowd, the dudes were entertaining and pretty much, like those Young Scooby Doo cartoons from the 90's, did their own signature dances throughout the whole set. Kind of felt bad for them, considering they were the first reunited act to play a set and didn't get the rapturous "welcome back" they might've deserved.

Raekwon & Ghostface- Holy shit. Okay, here's the thing. Everyone who played tonight made at least one album that I consider to be one of my favorites ever and unadulterated classics. Except Dead Prez and Immortal Technique, but that goes without saying. But having seen Ghost before last year at Nokia, I had a good idea what to expect, which was the throwback Wu/90's rap stage set-up, with about 30 hangers-on, family members, and weed carriers on stage while Cappadonna, Ghost and Rae did a bunch of the very best songs off Only Built For Cuban Linx and Ghost did "We Celebrate" and "Be Easy", which are neither his best or worst tracks. And as usual, there was the honoring of ODB's memory, constantly doing only their verses from other people's songs, doing only one verse and a hook at a time of their own, and Cappa or Rae doing the verses of other people, including Deck's still-titanic "Triumph" verse, which I know by heart and usually dumb out on whenever the song plays, and Nas' "Verbal Intercourse" verse, which was odd because dunny was in the building but didn't pull a Q-Tip and join his mans and them. Regardless, there were like 14 songs played (or thirds of songs, really) and I couldn't have been happier as the only song played I didn't dig was "We Celebrate" which, real talk, is unpleasantly "old guy rap" and uncool despite how on point the lyrics are. Plus, they did "Glaciers of Ice" and "Incarcerated Scarfaces" with maximum vigor so everybody got their hardbody anthems for the day. At this point, I took a break to go see what the hipsters were doing at the Paid Dues stage since, despite only like 10 minutes between each act, I somehow though missing ten minutes of Red&Meth wouldn't be a big deal.

Spank Rock w/Amanda Black and some of those DJ's they're always with or some shit
- Here's the thing. I checked out Spank rock based on a cosign from drew Barrymore on her iTunes celebrity playlist, which I check out a few times a year to see if any of the featured actors and musicians had somewhat decent or atypical music taste. So far, Drew was the closest to being interesting, and the track she chose was "Bump" which is an awesome track and led to the even more hipstertastic and awesome "Bump (Switch Remix)". Half of YOYOYOYOYOYOYO is good, so I got mired into that whole Plastic Little/Amanda Blank/Spank rock thing for a minute last year, until the boringness of Spank's verses and the shittyness of all the music they've released since that album became clear and it just became annoying. There's something sad about watching hipsters and scene kids taken out of dark slutty clubs where they thrive and people enable their failings and put on a small stage in front of 30 people as infinitely more talented musicians' sets are blaring about 30 feet away. They, for all of their efforts, look like pets right before you put them to sleep, in a weird environment and over-doing it for you approval. Still, lots of good-looking people. And they tried hard for what's its worth, but it probably fared better outside of New York as evidenced here.

For the record, the Paid Dues line-up:
Spank Rock with Amanda Blank 6:40
Devlin & Darko 5:55
Akrika Bambaataa 4:45
The Cool Kids 4:05
Tyga 3:25
Ninjasonik 2:45
B.O.B. 2:05
MURS 1:25
Jay Electronica 12:55
Wale 12:25
Kidz In The Hall 11:55
DJ Blaqstarr 11:15

I feel bad for everyone who played before Tyga (Really? Tyga?), since people mostly filed in for Ghost and Rae and I can't imagine more than 8 people watched Wale or Murs. Though I was tempted to say "fuck Immortal Technique" and go check out The Cool Kids. But I was timid and lazy and it was a bitch getting up to my mosquito and dragonfly-ridden seats. On the way back, I noted a commotion and stop to check out exactly what was going on, and one of the many chill people there last night told me some fuckery with someone getting carried out on a stretcher happened, and that no one had gone on yet. 15 minutes later when things got back to normal, Mos Def came on rather than Red&Meth, which was a relief when i found out that Red and Meth hadn't gone on yet.

Mos Def- Dude is probably one of the best live MC's ever considering he does a bit of everything, from geeking out to crooning and invoking 30 years of rap history and etc. Plus, he only played one song from Tru3 Magic, "Undeniable", which was one of the three good songs on there and flipped the same sample that Rza and Nas did this year. He played the original versions of the songs that are sampled on his albums to intro those same songs, but it got to be a bit much when he just played some reggae for 6 minutes straight until the melody from KRS-ONE's "Stop The Violence" and Black Star's "Definition" played and segued into Talib coming out them doing the song, to crowd eruption. Which is cool, but I always through that not only was Mos better than Talib, but Black Star's record wasn't amazing enough to backup people's fervor to see them together all the time. Mos was the only exception to the "don't play new songs" rule, since the new tracks he did sounded pretty fucking great and might be further proof that Tru3 Magic was just a dud to get out his Geffen contract, and the set was topped off by "Get By", which is the best thing Talib will ever do and is still a gorgeous, legitimately uplifting track, and then bringing Pharoahe Monche, who had been around earlier for Immortal Technique, out to do "Simon Says", which was the first full-blown ridiculous moment of the day as everyone went retarded and that fucking legendarily monstrous beat boomed loud enough to be heard by ever middle class Italian family on the isle.

Only downer was "Ms. Fat Booty" getting cut off halfway through and abandoned because of an error caused by miscommunication between Mos and the DJ. Fucked up my recital.

Red&Meth- From the announcement of the lineup, I thought about the weirdness of having Cuban Linx and Red&Meth both doing duo sets and the difference between the old Wu way of doing stage shows and Red&Meth's way, which is just as cocky, energetic, ridiculous and awesome as it seemed when I saw it discussed on MTV 10 years ago. Shit, besides Method Man being hyper and frequently dancing wildly and seeming to be floating 6 inches off the ground while doing it, its probably the same shit from that old Def Jam tour from Backstage.

Fuck, that's a great movie.

But moreso than anyone else so far, they knew the drill and it was all hits and singles, every song people expected and wanted they got, plus some surprises like "Def Squad Delite" with Keith Murray and fucking "Tonight's Da Night", which made me the happiest girl in Long Island not getting DP'd on her parents bed on a Stickcam show. Now, every show I've ever been to had weed, so that's nothing new, but the shit was omnipresent during their set, as was the "Really?" feeling when Redman asked if the crowd saw How High, wanted to see a sequel, and then revealed that they were making the sequel.

Oh and +1000 rap points for bringing out Slick rick to do like 8 bars of "La Di Da Di" and then leave the stage. That's fucking ballsy.

Nas- And then Nas. Nas is maybe one of the more difficult rappers ever, more than Pac because Pac never made a decent album so fuck him. But I've never seen the guy live so I didn't know whether or not to expect the same lax quality control as his post It Was Written album output or what. Tenser, to the point the guys down the row from me booed and inspired half the theater to do the same, was the nearly half an hour wait to sound check Nas' live band, which didn't really get much use anyway and his attempt to put these weird studio musicians, save for the sonic heft added by the drummer, over his tracks didn't fare well and got cut out three songs in after the awkward riffing and keyboard patch over "NY State of Mind". Speaking of which, he played, truncated Ghostface style, about half of Illmatic, which was the fulfillment of a dream I've had since hearing the record, as well as a few surprising singles, like "Hate Me Now". I was really disappointed he didn't do "Oochie Wally", but I guess its a dream deferred until I get to see dude perform as an event with a less "Yaaay rap" vibe and more of a "Pussy poppin in a handstand" feel. Oh, and he brought Jay out for those two songs they did together. "Success" is meh, but "Black Republican" is a fucking behemoth with that kind of bass-heavy volume in that kind of venue. All was forgiven, although dude has terrible breath control, though he was forced into stopping enough that it just seemed like he was being "deep". You know...in that high school 2Pac fan way. Weird to be privy to one of those "event" moments, even though every guest except Pharoahe and Biz Markie (during De La's set) was obvious.

Oh and "N.I.G.G.E.R." is achingly beautiful. All is forgiven, Nasir.

A Tribe Called Quest- this started out weird because it was basically 13 or so songs, and the first 6 was a Q-Tip solo set wherein he did his singles, the new track he's putting out, and his verse from "Excursions", all with Mos Def, geeking out next to him. Which is another thing, there's a pointed difference, I noticed, between Method Man's cocky hyperactivity, and Q-Tip geeking out. Its hard not to like the guy. There was a really cool usage of the video screen attached to the towering DJ booth on stage that wasn't really used at all until Q-Tip's set, and then become a whole experience when Ali, Phife, and that weird Morehouse professor looking guy who never does verses came out and basically performed the Tribe's Anthology album live. And of course, not going against the grain of the genre or tour, brought out Busta Rhymes and Consequence, the former who did his "Scenario" verse much better than at Fiascogate last year.

All in all it was a beautiful night oddly devoid of the transport issues or drama I've become accustomed to going to shows and I even got to force an upgrade of my seats by moving down to the middle section since, though sold out on Ticketmaster, there were about 40 empty seats scattered about the area. My progress lower to the floor and closer to the stage was a huge step for my people, and not since Lenny Kravitz nutted in Lisa Bonet and several other pale women or Barack Obama became the first blacasian presidential candidate since Andre Jackson has such a momentous moment momented to the descendents of mulatta.

Now if only the crowd had acquiesced to Redman and Pharoahe Monche's peaceable suggestions to show their titties.

Titties are always nice.