2.22.2008

The Roots' newest offering: "Rising Down"

As a lover of hip-hop, when I saw this news story, you have to understand what happened to me:

I. WAS. WYLIN'. OUT.

And ya'll know what means. If I must define it, 'to wyle' or 'wile out' means to become a mixture of ecstatic, nervous, jumpy and a complete epileptic mess all at the same time.

And I'm still a little new to the goodness that is The Legendary Roots Crew. I knew about ?uestlove always popping up somewhere. But for the past two years or so, I've been wylin'. Because they are some illness. Black Thought has a spot on the "Top 10 Emcees" on my list. For example:



That was the first piece of the Roots crew that I had. I mean, yeah, I knew about "You Got Me", but on a non-commercial level? This was it. This was where my interested became something more than an MTV spin. Or, even for those who don't know, here's another one:



So yeah. I was wylin'. But enough with the shenanigans. This is the article written by By Simon Vozick-Levinson, copied and pasted from here.

On April 29, the Roots will unveil Rising Down — the latest step in the six-member Philadelphia hip-hop band's 15-year evolution on record. The darkly funky, politically charged project is now almost done after more than a year of recording, though it is currently missing contributions from planned guest artists Common, Lupe Fiasco, and Q-Tip.

Earlier this week, EW stopped by the Manhattan studio where rapper Tariq ''Black Thought'' Trotter, 35, and drummer/producer Ahmir ''?uestlove'' Thompson, 37, are working on some final touches, and scored an early listen to the still unsequenced 12-track set.

''RISING DOWN'' (possible alternate title: ''Humdrum'') Guest rappers Mos Def and Styles P join Trotter in unleashing a slew of dystopian imagery over heavy, atmospheric synths. ''It's not an intro, but more an introduction to the topical theme of the album,'' Trotter says. ''Mos kicks it off from one perspective. My verse is about global warming and how the world is all haywire. And Styles P is rapping about prescription-drug campaigns, the stuff they advertise on TV, all the crazy side effects. We're all dealing with different aspects of the state of the world.''

''GET BUSY'' It's a Philly celebration, with verses from longtime protégé Dice Raw (''kinda like W.E.B. DuBois/Meets Heavy D and the Boys'') and more recent associate Peedi Peedi as well as scratches from DJ Jazzy Jeff. The beat's driven by an aggressive, grinding bassline. ''That's the return of the boom-bap,'' says Trotter. ''We're revisiting golden-era East Coast hip-hop, but the synthesizers make it modern.'' Adds an oracular Thompson: ''What was 20 years ago is also tomorrow.''

''BLACK'S RECONSTRUCTION'' Trotter raps for 75 bars straight on this lyrical exercise, spitting effortless game (''Smooth like the dude Sean Connery was playing'') over a dirty drumbeat and foghorn-like tuba moans. ''It was a first take,'' notes Trotter. (Show-off!) ''That's a song in the tradition of 'Web' and 'Thought @ Work'. It's become something that die-hard fans check for, that extended freestyle, minimal chorus, hard-hitting lyrical joint.''

''APOLOGIZE'' Thompson calls this rhythmic, brass-laced cut (also featuring Dice Raw) a tribute to late Afrobeat legend Fela Kuti. Trotter's lyrics examine the challenges of today's music industry: ''Look into my daughter's eyes/Wonder, how can I provide?'' ''It's about not apologizing for what you are,'' Thompson elaborates. ''Dice Raw's verse does his commentary on how the new minstrel image of black people is in vogue now — how that's the image that's being sold to you. It's really hard to hold on to your dignity and not resort to shucking and jiving to sell records.''

''CRIMINAL'' (possible alternate title: ''Pay the Bills'') A simmering meditation on street life, still awaiting a guest verse from Saigon. ''It's about being persecuted and having no other alternative,'' Trotter says. ''You could also see it from the angle of the Rockefeller laws,'' adds Thompson, ''certain groups of people get persecuted and others get away with it.'' Chuckling sardonically, Trotter concludes: ''That [song] is a light-hearted one! It's a happy album...''

''I CAN'T HELP IT'' Trotter says this harrowing tale of addiction, bustling with keyboard burbles and ethereal background vocals, is about ''giving in or not giving in to your urges.'' ''I can't help it/Maybe I'm selfish,'' he raps. ''The way I'm running is becoming a health risk/I might have a heart attack, I'm taking more pills than Elvis.''

''SINGER MAN'' Two little-known guest rappers chime in on this unsettling multipart suite, which segues from a spare bass drone to a backmasked, drumless ambient section. ''That's three different first-person accounts of people that felt justifiable violence,'' says Thompson. Trotter raps in the voice of ''an African child soldier fighting for Charles Taylor in Sierra Leone''; Truck North takes on the role of a suicide bomber; and the very unfortunately named emcee Porn explores the perspective of a school shooter.

''UP THERE'' ''It was a cold night/Not cold like the winter, but I can feel an energy in the air that I don't like'': Another claustrophobic narrative, backed by melting synths and an eerie vocal loop. Trotter compares its steady crescendo to 1996's ''Panic''. ''It's a dream sequence. Some person is driving me through this place where I see my life, like a drive-in movie. Then the guy disappears, and I'm being carjacked. It's one of those things like the 'You Got Me' video, where [the plot is] left wide open — it's in the eye of the beholder.''

''LOST DESIRE'' Urgent verses from Talib Kweli (who shouts out his new project Idle Warship) and former Roots member Malik B anchor another look at contemporary social ills: ''No one cares what the truth is/It's a fortress built on lies,'' goes the hook. ''Malik and I are always the yin and yang of Philadelphia,'' says Trotter. ''He represents the street, that accurate commentary, and I'm kind of the polar opposite of that. So we balance each other out on the song, and Kweli's in the middle, talking about what goes on in Brooklyn.''

''THE SHOW MUST GO ON'' Cascading drums and a serrated synth texture set off the song that Common is expected to appear on. (''He promised his left arm if he doesn't get us his verse!'' kids Thompson.) ''It's about where we are at this point in our career, why we do it — a more introspective, personal type of joint,'' says Trotter. ''I'm saying some fly s--- on that song. I like those verses, boy!''

''RISING UP'' The title track's counterpart has a far lighter tone, courtesy of two fresh-faced guests: soulful songbird Chrisette Michele and much-buzzed-about Washington, D.C., rapper Wale. ''Where 'Rising Down' is one of the darker moments of the album, 'Rising Up' is the beacon of hope,'' says Trotter, who boasts on the song's hook that he's ''getting paper like John Travolta.'' The track's beat calls to mind the polyrhythmic pulse of Washington's go-go scene — an unexpectedly touchy subject, it turns out. ''It's more percussive than your average Roots song,'' Trotter continues with a grin. ''But Wale, who's a die-hard 23-year-old D.C. native, just refuses to accept that as go-go in any way, shape or form: 'What?! Oh, that ain't no go-go jam!' So it's our attempt at something quasi go-go-esque.''

''BIRTHDAY GIRL'' Summery guitar chords and an ultra-catchy hook sung by Fall Out Boy's Patrick Stump have made this the leading contender for Rising Down's first single. It's a pleasant breeze of a song — at least until you notice the vaguely creepy lyrics, in which Stump and Trotter fondly address an adoring female fan on the occasion of her 18th birthday. ''It's based on experiences that we all go through today, as musicians and as parents,'' Trotter says. ''It deals with what our daughters are exposed to, the effects of My Super Sweet 16, reality TV, all this crazy s---.'' Thompson, however, laughs off the song as a hip-hop Lolita: ''It's the most beautiful statutory rape song ever!''

I know that Nas said that Hip-Hop was dead...

I think it may be coming back...slowly, but surely. And oh so frikkin sweetly.

2.14.2008

From Common


Chi-town emcee Common has been an advocate for HIV/AIDS awareness for a while now. While checking my MySpace, I noticed that he had a new bulletin up. It's a contest, offering a poet/songwriter/artist a chance to have Common perform their lyrics. Check it out here for more detailed information. Below, I have copied and pasted this from XXLmag.com.

Common and MTV Networks have teamed up to host the “A Minute” lyric writing contest to encourage HIV testing amongst young people. In order to enter, contestants must submit an original lyrical composition that will inspire and encourage listeners to get tested for HIV. The piece can be in any musical style; including rap, rock, or spoken word, but must be under one minute long. The winning submission will then be performed by Common in an ad that will air on the MTV networks and online. The competition begins today and is open to anybody between the ages of 13 and 25. In order to enter, you can submit your lyrics in text, audio or video form at the contest website www.aminutecontest.com. Submissions must be received between February 14 and March 27.


I thought about submitting something, then I realized that I didn't really care too much about having someone else perform my lyrics.

But I do support the cause. I guess in the end, awareness/action is what's important.

BUT.

This is my little tidbit. After I read the information on the website, and while I was thinking about whether I would submit something or not, this is what I came up with.

See,

We breath life and death in quick, short doses

Grow in youth and get old real soon, like Moses

Souls meet droves of hold ups, won’t hold us

Feed mine with signs of peace, beat these snakes and cobras

Hold the phone and the voicemail, answer calls for mo’ trust

Trust me. We cannot collect hope with mo’ dust

Instill motivation and movement, this revolution needs focus

We must take strides, take pride, because we alone will hold us

This is more than latex, dispose the lies they told us

This is more than a bump-n-grind, more than 2, 3, 4 thrusts

We need to make certain moves, made to continuously mold us.

Enough with dishing raw deals, dealt some boloney, like cold cuts

Get it preened and pristine, like from naps to ‘fro cuts

Knowledge helps, know who, know why and know what

Will help get it moving forward, digest, no throw ups

And keep your game up, because the future needs all of us.

2.13.2008

I Heart HipRockSoulPt.4

From their forgotten "HipRockSoul" album, released in 2004, 4th Avenue Jones' has this gem that now has another fan. Unfortunately, this album is no longer available. Anywhere.
I snatched these lyrics from here, but I'm reposting here. Maybe for an easier route for me to get to them, but also for someone else to see. I also think I have this song on the imeem playlist up above. Just listen and enjoy this song. Because I know you will.

PIGEON JOHN:
Let me show you how a real ___ do it / how I roll a road block roll right through it / In effect like '88 with fake Polo / the great state of Cali band we roll solo / numero uno / dos tres the Don Dada / got the club followin' Pigeon John's persona / there's none hotta' / not even old man in a sauna / not even a club in the 80's bumpin' Banana Rama / Six Tray'? No! / got a Civic with four doors / not even mine, my girls so I gotta dip low / West Coast/ comin' down like the Holy Ghost / I set trends they bite them and I don't boast / no I really do / can't lie I think I'm so fly / man without a crew Pigeon John he don't know what to do / guess I'll just rap/ to all the sad souls in the back / and hope that they get the hope that I wrote / kickin' it in Barnes -n- Nobles / reading magazines and drinkin' homemade cocoa / checkin' out the scene and you know I'm a local / watching for the schemes and looking out for bozos / so I can bulldoze

CHORUS:
I'm rockin' with the 4th / A.V.E.N.U.E / this is Pigeon John original Cali M.C. / rockin' for the nerds / I'm rockin' for the G's / hands up / plan is to only give you what you need / Rockin' with the 4th / J.O.N.E's / this is Pigeon John original Cali M.C. / I do it for the nerds / do it for the G's / hands up / plan is to only give you what you need

TENA JONES:
Tena Jones flowin' if you know me it's just Tena / from the south side part of Little Rock to pushin' BMer's / this critic said we copied obvious she'd never seen us / others said we'd never shine and now we headlining arenas / just rhymin' and climbin' makin' this music for your mind and / every deal that I'm signin' keep my momma in some diamonds / and I promised my little sister to push and excel / I'ma pay all of her tuition when she get into Yale / I got a fetish for lettuce me and my Avenue team / makin' so much money even when I'm bummy I'm clean / Mod you remember I was workin' up in GTE? / now everywhere we go we in the V.I.P. / didn't have no money then we use to rock it for free / now Puerto Rican fans pay to be aqui con mi / so I'll see you haters later laughin' at you cause' you comical / Phenomenal / What are we? / Phenomenal

CHORUS:
You rockin' with the 4th / A.V.E.N.U.E / Avenue the crew it's Tena J. and M.O.D / Reppin' all the hoods over here and overseas / hands up/ plan is to only give you what you need/ You rockin' with the 4th / J.O.N.E's / Avenue the crew it's Tena J. and M.O.D / reppin' all the hoods over here and overseas / hands up/ plan is to only give you what you need

AKIL:
Los Angeles Unified Skill District / ghetto manuscripts, California lyricists / ready to flip and spit the live direct hits / ready for whatever holmes, don't even trip / yo I uplift and shift my gift / God blessed me with / all praises due to my Lord for my accomplishments / my testament I represent is evident / that I'm a full-blooded man check my fingerprints / I'm definitely, absolutely, positively, ain't a chicken like George / but know my Roots like I was Kizzie / the Mandingo lingo live and die born single / make way for my arrival / make your spine tingle / ain't just to hear another verse thrust / head rush the Cold Crush / verbal nunchack's/ what/ feel my detector / missile launch ejector / North American government wrecker yo!

AHMAD JONES: They call me M-O-D. / ain't never sold a key / you just a microwave rapper / I'm a dope M.C. / don't say I'm hatin' cause you fakin' and we takin' it ''B'' / I'm O.G./ puttin' Cali on the M-A-P / Avenue teach clear as Evian / reach so we stay beyond / each crew get served like kishke or filet mignon / peace to D.J's and the streets that they play me on / crazy long lines/ out they seats like we Savion / y'all said I was a one hit wonder / world is a jungle fools wanna take me under / but I won't stop/ just rock/ like when a glock pops / hip hop was our culture long before it hit the pop charts / so you cannot box me in / locked is what I got blocks / I do this like Pac and Big Poppa fo' they got shot / fake and you hate but I'ma make you give me my props / and blow up so big you'll be mistaking us for sasquatch

CHORUS:
You rockin' with the 4th / A.V.E.N.U.E / Avenue the crew it's Tena J. and M.O.D /
reppin' every hood over here and overseas / hands up/ plan is to only give you what you need/ You rockin' with the 4th / J.O.N.E's / Avenue the crew it's Tena J. and M.O.D / reppin' every ghetto over here and over seas / hands up/ plan is to only give you what you need

Things To Do Pt.2

By now, anyone who might've been reading this knows that I like to write. No one, other than photographers and boy-crazy bandies, really write blogs unless they...like it.

I've been in a little bit of a dilemma. I like writing short stories, affectionately known as "Shorts". I don't know if I'm going to post them here, but along side that, I don't know what else to write. Its not that I've written about every single topic known to man, but I also want to write about some else, something new.

So, in an effort to stimulate my brain cells and agitate my fingers, I've concocted a list of short story topics that I aim to address/write about in the future. To whoever is reading this, if you have any ideas, feel free to comment or something.

Also, leave a note on whether I should post any of my previously written shorts.

Highlighted = Already Written/In Process
  1. Committing Murder
  2. Writing Process
  3. (Female POV) Confusing Men
  4. (Male POV) Confusing Women
  5. Triangle Trilogy
  6. Leaving Home
  7. Understanding Black Culture
  8. Aging 50 Years Overnight
  9. Letting Love Go
  10. Letting Love In
  11. Trusting God
  12. Being a Female for One Day
  13. Being Black in the 50’s
  14. Forbidden Love
  15. Running Away
  16. Conversation w/God
  17. Everyday Embarrassment
  18. Being Racist
  19. Being Invisible
  20. First Kiss
  21. Age Changes/Periods (8-15-18)
  22. Family
  23. Open Mic Experience
  24. Saying No/Yes to Sex
  25. July 4th
  26. December 25th
  27. January 1st (In-Process)
  28. February 14th
  29. Black History Month
  30. Hate
  31. Lust
  32. The Prom
  33. Being Homeless
  34. Hating/Loving America
  35. Not Caring
  36. At A Concert
  37. Being a Rapper/Hip-Hop Artist/MC
  38. Ugly Babies/Beautiful Babies
  39. Being Blind
  40. Showing Off
  41. Wack Poets
  42. Being Broke/Rich
  43. Infidelity

2.09.2008

Shock Value

Desensitize - verb
1. to lessen the sensitiveness of
2. to make indifferent, unaware, of the like, in feeling

Isn't funny how easily we can become desensitized without even noticing it?

The whole process usually starts when we're young, with cartoons. Bugs Bunny slaps the spit out of Elmer Fudd. Wile E. Coyote suffers a case of "Starz" as a giant anvil drops on his head. America's Funniest Home Videos...nuff said.

But this is not a rant on how crappy cartoons are now. I'm taking this in another direction.

How many times have you said something serious to someone, only to have them respond back:

"...Are you serious?"

It's almost insulting. You're standing in front of them, talking about a very sober topic, only to have them doubt your sincerity. They don't believe you. Whatever you are saying is so abstract, so strange to them, it disturbs their current worldview.

The tragedy is in how thick it gets some times.

We have all seen those commercials about the starving children in different parts of the country/world. We can almost quote them.

And we know that they need our help. We know that what is going on is wrong. We know that if they only got a fraction of what we throw away on the daily, their lives would be set.
But, we are frozen, numb to it. Its easy for us to say to ourselves, "Man. That sucks...ah well. Someone will take care of it...". We are stuck in ourselves, caught up in ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME. ME wants the new iPod. ME is trying to get to McDonalds before ME's lunch break is over. ME is complaining, claiming to be "starving" because we haven't had our daily Butterfinger fix. We are desensitized, blocked to reality, surrounded by a wall of hedonism and a fast-food mentality.

We are desensitized to the needs of others, especially those who need it. It doesn't even have to be starving children in other countries. It be anyone in our path who needs our help. How many of us have seen someone struggling with something? Okay. How many of us have seen people continue to walk away, walk around or walk faster from them? Okay.

How many of us are one of those people? Maybe you really have something important to do. Maybe your day is really hella busy. But is it really that hard to just...help? Even for a few seconds? Think about how much you would like to have someone help with something?

In all seriousness, think about it. How hard would be to brighten someone's day by breaking the "MYOB" cycle?

In an attempt to inject humor into this post, I believe that Dane Cook said it best:



"Are you serious?!"
Yeah. I am.