When it comes to Hip Hop, I'm like the worst fan ever. While its true that me rolling a wheelchair bound into traffic for disrespecting the god Rakim, and mercilessly clotheslining an unsuspecting avid reader in the middle of a "Barnes and Noble" after overhearing him mildly suggest that O.C's "Word...Life" was less than stellar, pretty much proves my unparalleled devotion to wordsmiths who I hold in the highest regard. But by the same token, I can also be an absolute nightmare to those same men and women who I ardently defend. For example, a few months ago I attended an old school show featuring MC Lyte, and as everyone else seemed absolutely delighted that she was about to go into her hit song "RoughNeck", lets just say that I had the polar opposite reaction that night. As if my weed stash had suddenly gone missing, or the way I'd react if Kobe Bryant decided to restart his rap career, I let out an agonizing scream before uttering the following: "Please don't do "RoughNeck", for the love of god and everything thats holy, I fucking HATE that song!!!" - thus infuriating the large section of her fan-base in attendance who obviously didn't share my belief that her biggest commercial hit was her clumsiest artistic misstep.(MC Lyte herself shot me a rather bewildered 5 second look suggesting that she was none to pleased as well.) A couple of years back, instead of telling the legendary MC how much of an influence he's been in my life, somehow I felt compelled to ask Run of Run DMC(while he was wearing his priest collar no less) "What in the fuck were you guys thinking with that "'Ooh Watcha Gonna Do" song? Even with the shaved heads, the black attire, and the ice grills being flashed in the video - it still couldn't stop me from giggling like a school girl with every time "busting glocks!" was mentioned!" I've never met Common, but when I do I'm going to sarcastically ask him about "Electric Circus". With Nas, I can not only see myself asking him in a rather insulting fashion simply "Ginuwine, really?", but I'd also probably address the tin ear he's historically had concerning beats and proceed to openly wonder how in the world someone can do a concept album about the most powerful racial epithet in existence and not get DJ Premier to produce the whole thing.But nothing solidifies my "bad fan" status more emphatically than my behavior during an MC's "Call and Response" portion of the show. See, I've always clung to the notion that any prompted fan response has to be earned. If I feel as if an artist has put on one hell of a show up until that point, I'm waving my arms as if I lacked any substantive concerns, and I'm suddenly finding it acceptable to loudly yell "Ho!" and answer in the "Oh Yeah!" affirmative after being asked pretty pedestrian questions. But if a local artist or legendary artist who I've historically sworn by attempts a call and response routine in the middle of a rather lackluster performance that I just happened to attend, I'm waving my middle finger like I just don't care, and screaming niceties like "Eat shit and die" and "I want my 20 bucks back" after being asked pretty innocuous questions through a booming sound system.
I'm reminded of my mid-concert petulance this election season by the deafening silence of all the feminist activists concerning the treatment of Michelle Obama, especially considering how forcefully vocal they were every time Hillary was the victim of sexism both real and imagined. A few months ago you couldn't throw a rock without hitting some scathing article by a pen-wielding woman concerning the legitimate concerns about insensitive comments made by a few knuckle dragging pundits, or some passionate supporter of womens rights arguing their case on some garden variety cable news show. Even though there were as many clumsily illegitimate claims as well, overzealous Hillary supporters who pointed to nonexistent Obama sexism like "Snub-Gate"(where his back was momentarily turned to Hillary during a State of the Union Adddress), him very innocently stating "You're likable enough Hillary" during one of the debates, and the time he referred to a reporter as "sweetie".(He personally called the young lady later and apologized) But the movements coordination was stellar nonetheless, and even though I found some of the charges of sexism rather unwarranted - I just knew that if Obama became the Democratic Nominee that Michelle could count on that same passion and unwavering support from those same feminist activists who so forcefully had Hillary's back. Unfortunately, there has been nothing but cricket sounds thus far, proverbial tumbleweeds if you will.
Where were those same women when that glass licking troglodyte, Larry Johnson, promoted a nonexistant tape of Michelle Obama saying "Whitey" that was supposed to sink Obama's candidacy? Where are all the passionate Op-Ed's defending Michelle from the goon squad at Fox News, bottom feeders spending millions of dollars a day trying to paint her as a militant hater of America who wants nothing more than to devour white babies? As phenomenally lame as they were, where was Mrs. Obama's sistren when both the Tennesee and Washington State Republican party produced those hamfistedly clumsy "Proud" ads? They were nowhere to be found. All we get from that miserable lot nowadays are misguided autopsies of Senator Clinton's campaign and how sexism was the sole reason that Senator Clinton is not the Democratic Nominee right now and not her campaigns incompetence and the stellar efforts of Team Obama. These are also the same women who have the audacity to openly wonder why Barack didn't do more to address the sexism directed at Hillary during their hotly contested Primary battle.(While she was dropping 3 AM ads, and prompting xenophobia no less)
Their telling silence when it comes to defending Michelle is deafening, and it is going to make it hard for me to reward them with my undivided attention the next time they are addressing substantive issues on my television screen. I'll be tempted to give them a spirited "Hell NO!" as if I was asked a pretty pedestrian question during a lackluster performance, and proceed to waive my middle finger in the air like I just don't care.
While I wouldn't consider myself to be the biggest Ludacris fan in the world, there is no doubt that the Atlanta based MC has bona fide skills, something I admit begrudgingly on the strength of his occasionally embracing the time honored tradition of rappers dumbing down their lyrics. But the same reason I wouldn't call Mike Tyson a "
"Buddy": De la Soul feat. The Jungle Brothers, A Tribe Called Quest, Monie Love and Queen Latifah
"Scenario": A Tribe Called Quest feat. Leaders of the New School (LONS)
"Dwyck": Gangstarr featuring Nice and Smooth
"Grand Finale": D.O.C. Featuring N.W.A.
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The Symphony featuring the Juice Crew (Big Daddy Kane, Kool G. Rap, Masta Ace, and Craig G)
Live at the BBQ - Main Source featuring Nas, Akinyele, and Joe Fatal
A long time ago, in a galaxy strikingly similar to the one in which we already live, your favorite blogger had a pesky habit of forcefully rejecting the concept of monogamy the same way a transplant patients body rejects a bad organ. Don't get me wrong, I'm not particularly proud of it now, but back when I had an unobstructed view of my penis and I didn't perspire when I ate, my favorite pastime was effortlessly juggling three or four girlfriends at a time. Reflecting back on that period of my life, I'm not only amazed that a career germaphobe like myself was able to perform so many deviant acts with so many lovers without scrubbing myself with an SOS pad while drinking bleach, but the effort it took to maintain such a blanket betrayal took a great deal of strategizing on my part. Of course I avoided the obvious pitfalls that has been the downfall of so many scumbag boyfriends that came before me, making sure that I wined and dined each woman at different restaurants and venues, never introducing her to any of my friends, meeting as few of her friends as humanly possible, making sure that each woman resided in different towns and had conflicting interests. You get the drill. But when I think about how I avoided being photographed(its a small world, and the last thing you need is some overzealous girlfriend showing your picture to some co-worker who may be friends with a woman you "know" in the biblical sense) and the elaborate John Grisham-esque backstories that I created about myself that explained away any unaccounted for time(..like having a sick relative that sporadically depended on my care, or a fictitious studio job that kept me away at all hours of the night. Shit like that) But at the end of the day it simply wasn't worth it, maintaining so many facades in the name of booty variety can consume you and became a full time job, and you get reminded of what a smoldering piece of shit you are every time you get caught and witness the agony your betrayal has caused.(Don't worry ladies, Karma has given me the proper commuppance, for almost ten years I kept falling for soul crushing women who treated my existence as a mere afterthought)
Obama vs The Media: Despite Hillary Clinton's hamfistedly clumsy campaign, one area in which I felt she constantly outclassed Obama was her ability to successfully set the media narrative at every turn. Aggressive and on-message campaign surrogates had everyone from the miscellaneous reporter to bloviating political pundits willfully regurgitating blatant falsehoods, like her "18 Million votes" bullshit, or their habit of actually tallying Florida and Michigan with other legitimate states in their pledged delegate counts. Listen, I'm a proud Obama supporter who thinks that the junior senator from Illinois ran a brilliant campaign and has earned his status as the Democratic Nominee, but we may be in a very different place if Hillary didn't change her campaign message every third day or if her camp actually had a post Super Tuesday strategy. With John McCain as his opponent now, its even more important than ever that he controls the media narrative, I had Clinton Campaign flashback last week when John McCain and his evil minions had the media buying into an Obama flip-flop on Iraq that never took place. Watching the coverage of this historic election, with a great deal of time spent nitpicking inane aspects of every Obama campaign move, I realized that this election isn't Barack Obama versus John McCain. Its solely a referendum on Barack Obama, his main rival in his quest for the White House being the media. From now until inauguration day, the Obama campaign needs to take the only respectable page to be had from the Clinton campaign, exhibit a combination of message discipline and only send out effective campaign surrogates who gleefully embrace the concept of repetition. Aggressively challenge phony media narratives, even show the same combativeness that Hillary's campaign showed every time they felt that some new person got out of line.(See David Shuster) Sure, John McCain is the Republican Nominee, and Obama has to prove to Americans that he is better suited to run the country. But make no mistake, the media is a more formidable opponent to Obama than John McCain is.
Ok, maybe the title is a bit unfair, I'm sure there are plenty of Hillary Clinton supporters in existence who plan on voting for John McCain based on legitimately substantive differences that they have with the junior senator from Illinois. I know they are out there, the same way that I'm certain that people who actually find Tracy Morgan funny are out there, the mere fact that "According to Jim" is still on the air proves to me that there are honest to goodness Americans who really tune in to that mindless dreck. As much as the media wants us to willfully digest the "Obama is having problems wooing Hillary supporters" narrative, every time I take a closer look all I wind up finding is a bunch of miserable fucks who would have never voted for Barack Obama in the first place. Granted, my evidence is purely anecdotal, I don't have the proverbial smoking gun proving that a certain pocket of Hillary Clinton supporters actually have a "Fear of a Black President" so to speak. But then again, it doesn't exactly take a Mensa member to figure out that when 4 out of 10 West Virginians readily admit that race was a factor when they voting in that states' Democratic Primary, chances are Obama will have a extremely rough time capturing the coveted "toothless rube" vote.