I can make it good, I can make it hood, I can make you come, I can make you go! I can make it high, I can make it fly, make you touch the sky, hey maybe so!
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You know everybody whispers about T-Pain and Lil Wayne collaborating on a disc of tunes; Or Lloyd and Lil Wayne. But what if, what if, what if, what if all this time, Michael Jackson and Akon have been the ones working together on the low, concocting a disc full of tunes for the public to consume? Don't laugh, that shit could very much be true.
For many of you, getting a new Starbucks or Jamba Juice is by no means a BFD. But for us dwellers of South Los Angeles, it was damn near a momentous occassion. Residing in a part of town largely feared and neglected economically [and socially] since the end of the Los Angeles Riots in 1992, led many of us to believe that developments such as a Starbucks at Slauson and Western, a full movie theatre on Crenshaw and King, or a TGI Friday's on La Tiejera would never see the light of day. But they did, and they have, thanks to the kindness, faith, and backing of the one they call Earvin "Magic" Johnson. And for that I must give thanks, and highlight the spotlight that has been placed on him this morning in the Los Angeles Times for all he has put back into largely urban communities in Los Angeles and elsewhere in the United States. Big ups Erv! Big Ups!
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Babygirl made the cover of Jet Magazine this week, and looks damn good doing so. Kudos to her. And yes, in case you were wondering, No Air is still my shit. Real talk.
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"The coolest n***as, what?"
Everytime I look at this picture of Sir Kanye West, I'm all "damn, can this n***a be any 'cooler'? Jesus!" The Michael Jackson mugshot button; that red heart felt pendant; the fitted jean jacket; the scarf hanging aimlessly out his back pocket; and, of course, the slightly askew head caaped off with a look of indiffernce. God. Somewhere in Anytown, USA, a Black hipster is nodding his head in agreement and taking notes.
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Look, let's be real: when Amy Winehouse is on, she's on. The look, the stage tics, the improvisational like vocal flourishes embedded in every live performance of hers; And this ten minute performance for Nelson Mandela's 90th birthday is not bad, and definitely put a smile on my face, particulary at the four and a half minute mark when Valerie kicks into full gear. It's a good look Amy. Here's hoping you get it together and continue to capitivate us fans with your music and stage performances, and not your off stage shenanigans.
Sometimes you gotta hit the bottom in order to touch the sky and come back out on top, and trust, T.I. had a LOT of free time on his hands to get his mind right, and dig deep. [The true T.I. vs. T.I.P. moment, also known as house arrest]
So here it is, new music from that period, No Matter What, from his upcoming album Paper Trail. I've got high hopes...
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[ED.'S Note:One of my all time favorites right here. Summertime personified, I tell ya what!]
"...One of the most inspired action sequences in years, a car-chase shootout that has Wesley with his hands on the steering wheel and his face in a crotch-full of Jolie as she’s Tawney Kitaening a sports car while simultaneously unleashing a shock-and-awe spray of bullets toward her target..."
Wanted. The Movie. All over it like white on rice this weekend. Trust.
You know what song has been stuck in my head all morning? Janet Jackson'sAnytime, Anyplace. And it's all Lil Wayne's fault.*
*That moment in Love in this Club Part II where he croons this hook puts me in a good place, everytime. Great throwback moment Weezy. Good looking out.
If only that "reunited and it feels so good" moment between Morris Chestnutt, drunk(?) "Uncle" Cuba, and Nia Long was this good.
So, I don't know if you've heard, but I was glued to the screen for this year's BET Awards. And I was particularly hyped for the opening performance by Usher? Why? Cause word on the street was he would be brining out Beyonce and Lil Wayne to croon my current jam of the week, Love in the Club Part II. During the performance of Love in this Club (Part I), I kept waiting for Usher to stop the track, start the remix, and bring out B* and Lil Wayne. And then I noticed that the cameras kept cutting to Lil Wayne swaying...in the audience. And though we had a Knowles in the house and listed in the opening credits, it wasn't she who "drops down low and sweeps the flo'" with it. -Sigh- Guess she was indeed too busy "watching the show at home, smoking a fat one, drinking MadDog, and eating barbeque pork rinds."
*I seriously don't know why I was expecting Alicia keys to bring out the original Destiny's Child. But I mean if you can get Dawn Robinson** on a stage with her former Dreamgirls, then anything is possible right?
**Speaking of which, did anyone else notice how Dawn kept looking over at homegirl singing lead on the track like "damn, we just had to sing a track where I all I do is provide harmonies."
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Ain't that right Weezer?
[ED.'S NOTE:This is my first time seeing this video, and boy is it, I don't know...precious? (Just like the track) It's official, Weezer has been trying to out "Dad rock" Wilco* since 2001]
*[ED.'S NOTE #2:Not a diss song against Wilco, those my dawgs.]
So, me and this Viva La Vida album are having a tough time grabbing each other's attention. It didn't even pass the stream on a bus ride home to the crib test that is often so crucial in getting me to rally behind a freshly purchased LP. And the fact that I am also doing that unfortunate action where you come back to an album just for the single and then walk away, surely isn't helping matters.
[Again, Viva La Vida the track, is my shit]
But none of that mattered last night as I turned my head to my television screen to catch the end of Mr. Stewart's sentence, "Our guest tonight is..." Imagine my surprise when he held up a vinyl copy of Coldplay's new album and ushered them onto the stage. Of course I wanted to hear me some Viva La Vida, but I did fine without it. Why? Cause Coldplay were on point. I succumbed to everything: the "bombast", Chris Martin's Right Said Fred dance movements, those "wacky" outfits [coming soon to an Urban Outfitters near you!(?)], and Mr. Martin's witty stage banter between songs with "Sir" Jon Stewart. Well played Coldplay. Well played.
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This video right here is another fine example of why music videos cannot be a dying breed. When I first heard this song, it did little to nothing for me. Yeah I thought it was pleasant, but there was no need for me to come back to it. [Funny how often that happens with mp3s posted on blogs.] And then I put the BET Live from the Red Carpet Event on mute. [Those “new kids” on the Block are easy on the eyes and all, but they ain’t no AJ and Free. And did Keyshia Cole’s mom drop it like it’s hot in a ball gown for the kids, twice?]
[SIDENOTE: A brotha was all about BET last night. And in the end it was warranted. Say what you will about BET, but at least they get their award shows right. Kanye was pretty apt with his family reunion comment]
I look away for one second and BOOM, Jennifer Hudson is on my screen, and the sound goes up. She looks good, she sounds good, and the track? Not bad. I could have done without the commercial thrown in the middle though. It’s supposed to be a club scene, but it’s pretty much a commercial. Scan ahead to the club. You’ll see what I’m talking about.
Can I get a soul clap for Rihanna? She's doing a good job with this whole coming into her own as a performer and/or artist thing, no? I mean, I don't even care for this Take A Bow song, but she nailed it; Her vocals were on point*, her angry swagger was in check, and she held my attention the entire time. Big ups girl. Big ups!
*Yes, I wanted her to go up an octave or something during that bridge and near the end, but this is a Rihanna performance were talking about, not Mariah Carey, or Keyshia Cole.
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Now if you visit this blog often, you know that old school jams are more often than not posted under the "Old School Funk for the True Funk Soldiers" headline. But sometimes old school joints are so good, so well put together, so classic to a brotha, [see Montell Jordan's This is how we do it] that all I can do is marvel at their goodness as they boldly play on and show us how's it done. This jam, presented below, is one such example.
Just press play! JUST PRESS PLAY!
Was anybody else waiting for the original 5 Destiny'c Child to step out? No? Just me?
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So I'm watching the Guys Choice Awards on Spike TV last night right, and Katy Perry of course was a guest performer, and I'm all "great, now I can see what all the fuss is about with this chick." About ten words into her performance I put the tv on mute and literally said out loud, "I can't do this." And then I thought to myself, "God I miss Lily Allen." Glad to see that she heard my call.
"Soulja boy is fresh ass hell and is actually the true meaning of what hip hop is sposed to be. He came from the hood, made his own beats, made up a new saying, new sound and a new dance with one song. He had all of America rapping this summer. If that ain't Hip Hop then what is?..."
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You know as a child of the 80's who didn't fully come into his own on the music/movies/pop culture tip til like 1995 or 96, I missed out on quite a few musical and cinematic gems. So you best believe when something like a Krush Kroove, or say, I don't know Girls Just Want to Have Fun comes along, I eat that shit up and fall in love like it's 1985 all over again.
T: You may know this already, but just read on a bus video screen of all places, that ms janet is getting her own as yet untitle reality show project on mtv. Glad to see someone suporting her, since def jam won't. Haha. E:I know, right? Def Jam has problems. T: Plethora of single on that album. Plethora! Fucking idiots. We should be on awesome ass video/single number three or four by now. E: I agree. Idk wtf is going through their minds. I think Janet should make a video for LUV with her own money. T: P.S. We're totally going to her concert tour together right? Right? E: Right. Haha. That is my b*&% T: Imma go ahead and put on disclipline right now! I mean right after i'm through with bumping this here hard candy. Shh, don't tell no other jdj stans. E: Hahahaha. Mess. I will not. Madonna likes janets music. She said she works out to it. And "Incredible" is my s*& T: Oh my god, i wish people would step up and realize how good the music is frm tha ladies this year: janet, madonna, kylie, select mc tracks, etc. E: Hahaha. I like how you said select MC tracks cause it is the truth. Haha. I love Kylies X cd T: And i like how i didn't have to type "yes, i said select mc tracks" cause i know you'd get it and agree. Haha. Sorry mimi, they ain't all winners. Haha. T: Though i must say, e equals maximum powerpuff whateva does operate on some r.kelly post chocolate factory levels of absurdity with the lyrics on some tracks. Touch my body and migrate gets me eveytime! E: Hahaha. Mariah needs prayer. Haha. She really does. T: Marrying nick cannon and wearing clothes designed by the bratz dolls clothing dept and shit with her grown ass. Haha! E: Hahahahahahahahahaha. For real!! T: It took every ounce of strength within me to not cackle like hillary clinton on a good day when i read your response. E: Hahahahahahaha.
And now there's this: Member of the Peanut Gallery:
Some journalists & citizens on the internet & are wondering: Q? Am I a homophobe because I included a slang for gay in with other "acceptable" curse words during a verbal lashing I gave a young concertgoer, after being hit by his shoe, during a show the other day? A= Nope. My gay family & friends, as well as myself, KNOW I am not a homophobe. For years now I've known gay is not a choice; one's skin color doesn't determine one's intelligence level; & red hair doesn't mean you're someone's stepchild. You see, it's not the words, it's their intent. I never said, nor suggested, that being gay is wrong, but apparently, based on your outrage to my flu-infused rant, you do! By that logic... I also told that young whipper snapper I'd have anal sex with him... how can I possibly reconcile these opposing viewpoints? I called him a pussy too. Does it mean I hate our one worlds' collective vagina? I never have been nor intend to be politically correct. That's your cross to bear. To me, that PC world would suck more shit than the porta-potty truck at Glastonbury. Homophobic? I'm in Queens of the Stone Age for crissake... You say, "So. Your band name doesn't prove anything." Maybe not. But it's a helluv a lot more definitive than the logic of some watchdog... (sorry canine-American, canine-European, canine-African, canine-Australian & canine-Asian) moralist, keeping score from pure perfectionville? If your glass house is squeegeed that clean & you need to do something, do what the great philosopher Bill Hick's once suggested: - forgive me-. Or don't. I'm not asking for either, OK? I think you should let both of your cheeks go loose so the stick will drop out. Either way I expect that you'll soon find another injustice from your chair, then roll to your bullhorn & point it out to the rest of us... Because you're so above it all. Or If you'll allow me to translate a wish of mine into your PC lingo: Will you please go have, consensual, sex with yourself. Pretty please with all natural, carbon offset sugar on top.
Sincerely, Mr. Missundastood A.K.A. Joshua, Baby Duck, Jho Head Choreographer & Do Stuff Corporation's pansexual spokes-thing
This post goes out to Hazel "Bigmama" Harris, my grandmother/Commander in Chief of all things Harris/Henry/Gordon/Patterson related here in Southern California. If you know my Bigmama personally, you know that there are numerous things to love about this woman, and for me one of them has got to be her love for current/contemporary Hip-Hop and R&B.
[Real talk. Albums that took up space in her stereo and car prior to me moving out included: Mary J. Blige's Growing Pains, 50 Cent's Curtis, Kanye West's Graduation, and R.Kelly's Greatest Hits, a Christmas gift from me to help keep the good vibes that she got from his concert last fall going strong.]
So here's to my Bigmama, on this, her special day. And presented below is one of her favorites from way back in the day. Heavy D and the Boyz: Nuttin' but Love! P.S., I can't wait to pig out at Sizzler tonight. Yes, you read that right, Sizzler.
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Is it wrong that the minute this album arrived to my house this evening, I unwrapped it, imported it to Itunes, gave one listen to a track and a half, skipped to Viva La Vida [that's my jam], turned it off when the song ended, and played this song, presented below, in full blast while working out?
I don't get out much anymore. [or at all, I know, I know.] But with this weekend comes the onslaught of Summer, and we can't be having that. Plus, in the words of Jennifer Lopez (via Christina Milian's pen) "I just wanna dance, is that a crime? Aight, then." That is why I am going to try and make 2008 all about getting up to get down, and getting my groove on, meaning I gotta, just gotta, get my ass to the Echo on July 23.
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"While I'm getting ready I like to relax with a drink – vodka and lemonade – and listen to some James Brown...Then I'll have a manicure and pedicure – and yes, I wax as well. Men owe it to women to make sure they are well-groomed...I wax my privates."
Oh Sean "Puff Daddy" Combs. Keeping himself in the news, one unecessary comment and/or action at a time.
Jeff Weiss, Commander in Chief over at the Passion of the Weiss was fortunate enough to catch Lil Wayne this past Monday at the House of Blues on Sunset. And it seems like it was quite the SHOW. Take this observation for example:
"Wayne walking off the stage wearing a white robe with the words “Best Rapper Alive” sown onto the back, lip-synching to the sweet strains of Whitney Houston’s “I Will Always Love You.” Presumably, because “I’m Every Woman,” would’ve just been totally over the top."
Ha! Next time Lil Weezy hits L.A. I am so there. TRUST.
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Ain't that right LL and Total?*
*Quintessential Summer Jam right here. Makes me wanna go out and throw a BBQ by the pool right now. That, or attend a cookout or family reunion.
So I have a confession to make. I'm kinda, sorta coming around to this album. I blame Jeff Weiss. A blog post of his over at Passion of the Weiss had me bumping Hercules Theme repeatedly [and loud as fuck] last week as if it was the only track in my iTunes library. Yeah...good times...
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This look: Coming to a John Legend photograph near you?
Common was on Good Day L.A. this morning and the subject of Erykah Badu came up, and I was all "damn, remember them days? And the so-called effect dating Erykah had on Com's style and music?" That's the first thing that popped into my head when I pressed play on this track.
It's Monday, June 16, 2008, and I have yet to listen to Lil Wayne's Tha Carter III. Next time I'll read the fine print when placing an order online to ensure that my shit comes in 1-2 business days, not 2-9, or damn near two weeks. Fffing snail mail.
Nardo was mad excited about this Kanye performance. Thus far Bonnaroo had been very good to him. He sat in the front row for Pearl Jam's performance, and was just as close for Metallica's pulverizing set. [With a killer opening set from Chris Rock. Or so I'm told.]
Around 11:30 PM my time on Saturday night Nardo called me from the fields, three people or so away from the stage, waiting for a 2:45 a.m. set to begin from the one they call Mr. Kanye West. Who would have thought that two to three hours later, as I said goodnight to Saturday, that Nardo would still be waiting for the sun, Kanye, and an introduction to the good life. Stereogum reports: "Yeah Kanye's ego's big -- making thousands of kids wait two hours later than an already incredibly scheduled 2:45AM start time is simply the latest lesson in Umm Duh -- but no Jon Pareles, it is not the size of the universe. It isn't even the size of the sun. You know what's the size of the sun, guys? The fucking sun. The sun is bigger than even your ego could dream to be, Kanye, and the sun won't wait to rise so you can make sure the section of the stage where you do your sneaker-slide move is properly waxed...Maybe the mainstage was backed up 'cause Pearl Jam went a little late, they tend to do that. And all the cool visuals on the background screens, the inventive stage shape and use, the up-spits of flame, the song rearrangements, etc. all probably transform, and kill in, an enclosed space. Instead the only thing that died was the concept, and in broad daylight (although "Good Morning" had a cool if unintended effect as the set opener at 4:40). A straight set of jams would have gone down a whole lot better (ala Lolla)..."
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Ain't that right Guy*?
*Cause you can never have enough New Jack Swing in your life. Especially in the summertime.