peace to tragedy khadafi (a.k.a intelligent hoodlum). he’s been kicking street knowledge for years.
Take Ivy is great! My mans Tylen and Ferg would enjoy this book.
Admittedly, I am a fan of that coke-dealing, New York stab you/ kill you/ choke you/ shoot you/ slap you hip-hop (don’t let the smooth taste fool you). I am usually zoning to Screwball, M.O.P and the UN. I’ve been rockin with Roc Marc since those short-lived Flipmode Squad days. And the UN album is a staple in the gym while lifting weights. This is what I am rockin with right now.
just imagine if the ruler blessed the video with his presence. one of my favorite songs. still, a great song from a great album. god bless chaddio, yogi and the mighty ha.
These books chronicle hip-hop’s rich history with vigor and breadth. Too often we take our contemporary culture for granted and overlook current contributors. As a hip-hop lover, I am always a student even if I may appear pedant sometimes. You shall garner valuable chunks of knowledge unearthed by the respected authors. Hip-hop, like classical music, warrants thoughtful scholarship regardless of what your up-tight, dickhead professors may assert. Do yourself a favor. Check these out.
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this is from one of my favorite childhood films, “just one of the guys.” in retrospect, i wonder if this movie laid the foundation for my present situation, being addicted to naked women and all. i certainly do not mean to cause alarm. there is that one part (you know it) that i fantasized about as an elementary school pipsqueak. now, after writing this much, i am concerned. nevermind. i am okay. if anything, this film — along with mom dukes’ nursing — engendered my present-day obsession with sweet ol’ breasts.
photos from our latest excursion.
Here—at this final hour, in this quiet place—Harlem has come to bid farewell to one of its brightest hopes—extinguished now, and gone from us forever. For Harlem is where he worked and where he struggled and fought—his home of homes, where his heart was, and where his people are—and it is, therefore, most fitting that we meet once again—in Harlem—to share these last moments with him.
For Harlem has ever been gracious to those who have loved her, have fought for her and have defended her honor even to the death. It is not in the memory of man that this beleaguered, unfortunate, but nonetheless proud community has found a braver, more gallant young champion than this Afro-American who lies before us—unconquered still.
I say the word again, as he would want me to: Afro-American—Afro-American Malcolm, who was a master, was most meticulous in his use of words. Nobody knew better than he the power words have over minds of men.
Malcolm had stopped being a
Negro years ago. It had become too small, too puny, too weak a word for him. Malcolm was bigger than that. Malcolm had become an Afro-American, and he wanted—so desperately—that we, that all his people, would become Afro-Americans, too.
There are those who will consider it their duty, as friends of the Negro people, to tell us to revile him, to flee, even from the presence of his memory, to save ourselves by writing him out of the history of our turbulent times.
Many will ask what Harlem finds to honor in this stormy, controversial and bold young captain—and we will smile. Many will say turn away—away from this man; for he is not a man but a demon, a monster, a subverter and an enemy of the black man—and we will smile. They will say that he is of hate—a fanatic, a racist—who can only bring evil to the cause for which you struggle! And we will answer and say to them:
Did you ever talk to Brother Malcolm? Did you ever touch him or have him smile at you? Did you ever really listen to him? Did he ever do a mean thing? Was he ever himself associated with violence or any public disturbance? For if you did, you would know him. And if you knew him, you would know why we must honor him: Malcolm was our manhood, our living, black manhood!
This was his meaning to his people. And, in honoring him, we honor the best in ourselves. Last year, from Africa, he wrote these words to a friend:
My journey, he says,
is almost ended, and I have a much broader scope than when I started out, which I believe will add new life and dimension to our struggle for freedom and honor and dignity in the States.
I am writing these things so that you will know for a fact the tremendous sympathy and support we have among the African States for our human rights struggle. The main thing is that we keep a united front wherein our most valuable time and energy will not be wasted fighting each other.
However we may have differed with him—or with each other about him and his value as a man—let his going from us serve only to bring us together, now.
Consigning these mortal remains to earth, the common mother of all, secure in the knowledge that what we place in the ground is no more now a man—but a seed—which, after the winter of our discontent, will come forth again to meet us.
And we will know him then for what he was and is—a prince—our own black shining prince!—who didn’t hesitate to die, because he loved us so.
(c) Ossie Davis Eulogy for Malcolm X
i would nominate marvin gaye’s 1971 “what’s going on” as the greatest album of all-time. the songwriting, vocals, instrumentation, and sequencing are impeccable. when the historians write their books about america’s greatest songwriters and throw out joni mitchell and bob dylan instantaneously, make sure marvin gets love too.
© The System
As Saturday’s sunset loomed, some bold moves were initiated. I navigated my way through my computer’s 300-gigabyte external hard drive. I spotted the folder discreetly named “Mixtapes.”
With a swift right click, I deleted that precious folder. No biggie, right? Well, that folder held over 45 gigabytes of artistic but informative, tantalizing, sultry, adult entertainment. But because I’m a rather simple kind of guy, let’s just call it porn. My instructional videos became my addiction.
Just for background sake, “Mixtapes” are code for porno around my way. Yup, I wiped out all of those Afternoon Delights and Midnight Snacks from my hard drive.
I feel proud of myself now. I mean, I know incredibly too much about porn as it is. That reminds me — I actually have a few industry ladies as myspace/ facebook/ twitter friends. I mean, why is the question that lingers.
Why did I spend one morsel of energy downloading Paris Hilton during freshman year in Cabaniss Dorm Hall? Watching so much porn would allow me to rattle off names of actresses/ actors/ directors/ studio companies/ camera techniques, et cetera. I know all of these categories and subcategories ranging from POV, MILF, Ebony, Big Butts to Gonzo (Hunter S. Thompson shoutout!). I even joked about making a flick with a beta cam that my production professor let me borrow for a family documentary. But I knew I reached ultimate infamy when people approached me, asking me about that Ray J. sex tape?
I don’t know, dingleberry. Go ask T-Pain!
As a high school student, I somehow became known for inciting porn-inspired conversations ( I sold magazines and VHS tapes). I guess that was my signature ice-breaker. My nickname should’ve been “All Hands On Deck.” But times are different. I am almost 25. When I sit at my computer, I should be adding more bullets to my resume and not streaming trailers, downloading full-length videos, searching for passwords, choking chickens, or spanking moneys — besides PETA is taking this animal cruelty thing too far.
I feel empowered though.
So, farewell Onion Booty, Bang Bros., AdultBay.Org, Brazzers, Spank Wire, YouJizz, MILF Hunter and the hundreds of unnamed websites.
Goodbye Olivia O’Lovely, Lacy Duvalle, Gianna Michaels, Sinnamon Love, Diamond Foxxx, Misty Blue, Ava Devine, Sophie Dee, Roxy Reynolds, Jayden James, Cherokee, Superhead, Deauxma, Havana Ginger, Priya Rai, and Alexis Silver. I know it will be difficult but I am determined to combat my vices. Wish me luck.
Glamorous and dangerous this video plays with the right and the left brain… Film Noir. Directed by Coodie & Chike for Creative Control and Wood Harris.
watch sun-ra’s 1974 film “space is the place” in its entirety here http://www.ubu.com/film/ra_space.html
halle berry was damn sexy in “boomerang” and “strictly business.” david justice gets the gas face. any who, this is my favorite song from the “strictly business” soundtrack. by the way, jeff redd is kind of credited with “discovering” mary j. blige. enjoy!
Hopefully, by now, you’ve seen “Up in the Air,” starring George Clooney and Vera Farmiga. I just watched the film for the second time a moment ago, and I truly feel like I am Ryan Bingham. Oops, allow me to provide the slightest sliver of context. Ryan Bingham, played by Clooney, is a professional “termination engineer” — hired by companies to relay the message to certain employees that they have been fired. Bingham is great at his job. He has the stomach for human detachment, but through his many travels, he discovers something amiss. He refuses to be weighed down by relationships (family or romantic) because they will, as he says, strain his stress-free, care-free existence. He makes his philosophy no secret. He urges others to view life in the same vein. And yes, I was Ryan Bingham. I felt the same way. I sternly refused to be vulnerable to the effects of another human, so I stayed distant in my interactions with others. No way would I put myself out there with the chance of some schmo stomping my heart into the cold pavement with reckless regard. And, through my recent travels, I also discovered something great was amiss. Now, I am determined not return to those old ways but to embrace the opportunity of a luminous future. Forging relationships with others and sharing yourself with others makes life grand.
Good luck in your travels.
vincent gallo! yes!
rick james gave us funk and we give him praise
the screenplay was written by nic hornsby (High Fidelity and About a Boy). good film. good cast. trailer:
Christopher Hitchens is a rather interesting guy. I read his books and his columns in Slate and Vanity Fair. And if you know me, you know I thoroughly enjoy watching C-SPAN. Here’s a Q&A hosted by Brian Law.
gilles peterson traveled to cuba for some special records.
dave smalley, the guy with the necktie is one of my mentors from my high school days. cool dude. he gave me an opportunity to write for the hometown newspaper about hip-hop each week. this is his band Down By Law.
My homegirl Mary G. put me onto Bad Brains in 2005 (excuse the pun and my subsequent tardiness). She was taken back that I had never heard of the D.C.-based quartet, or “the Rolling Stones of Hardcore,” as she proclaimed. Thankfully, Mary was patient and kind enough to make me a mix CD of material from Cro-Mags, Black Flag, and Minor Threat. Needless to say, she schooled me further on the wonderful world of hardcore music. Then, in 2008, I wrote an article on Ian MacKaye and Dischord Records (a legendary hardcore label) for an undisclosed Washington newspaper publication. Good thing, Mary had planted the seeds years prior.
I’d like to share if you don’t mind. Of course, you don’t.
rest in power
© da bush babees
Gay marriage, also known as same-sex marriage, seems to be radical and controversial issue to many in the United States. For me, it’s not too difficult to grasp. If two consenting adults want to commit themselves to each other, why obviate them at every possible turn?
The marriage ban is another form of discrimination, and it seems as if America is not ready for change, or even the moment to contemplate change.
Marriage, when supported by the state, provides persons with certain rights and privileges ranging from: hospital visitation to adoption rights. Civil unions come from the deceiving dungeon titled “Separate but Equal.” Couples in Washington, Maine, Hawaii, and D.C. have “spouse-like benefits.” New York, Rhode Island, and Maryland acknowledge gay marriages but do not perform marriages.
THE GHEYS ARE DESTROYING MARRIAGE!
I am baffled, though. How will prohibiting two adults from committing themselves to each other in a legal manner going to destroy the institution of marriage? Will your spouse pack his or her Tupperware as the ink marinates onto the marriage license of Daniel and Jamal or Christina and Alicia?
I understand marriage – in the heterosexual context – is a tradition. But so is white supremacy, misogyny, disenfranchisement, and homophobia. Brave souls choose to transcend outdated traditions.
I understand marriage – in the heterosexual context – is an institution. But so was “The Peculiar Institution” known as chattel slavery before the 13th Amendment.
This hysteria assumes our society will crumble if gays have equal rights.
My home state, the Commonwealth of Virginia, passed an amendment in 2006 in order to maintain marriage between one woman and one man.
In 2006, Virginians voted “Yes” to a proposed marriage amendment. Many of these same Virginians voted with homophobic intentions instead of intellectual reasoning.
Voters could have done way better. Granted, the language was confusing, but they were fooled into thinking that voting “No” would bring Armageddon soon thereafter. Hate to be the bearer of bad news, but that thought is simply nonsense.
One year prior, Virginia’s General Assembly passed a measure banning same-sex marriage through a constitutional pursuit.
Delegate Kathy J. Byron (R-Campbell), who co-sponsored the bill, said, “[Traditional marriage] is the fundamental building block of our society. Now that definition, that tradition, that foundation is threatened. If we do not act, marriage as we have come to know it will be redefined through the judicial process.”
However, I assert gays marrying gays will not destroy marriage. The organization, Americans for Divorce Reform, estimates that about 40 percent of marriages end in divorce (I think the statistic is greater than 40). Still, heterosexuals have destroyed marriage, not lesbians and gay men.
A marriage amendment was and is not necessary. In Virginia’s 2006 proceedings, this was a ploy to bring out unlikely voters by the busloads to the curtain to check “Yes.” One highlight in this foolish procedure, the marriage ban passed with 57 percent supporting, leaving 43 percent voting “No,” CNN reported. It’s great to see that not all of Virginia supported this discrimination.
The worst part of all of this is hearing how some African-Americans can’t stand the idea that gay marriage could be legal. Unfortunately, those blacks do not see how they are being played as fools – once (and still) the oppressed is now oppressing others. Homosexuality is a big taboo in the black community, and certain politicians were definitely aware of this. So they reached out to pastors to encourage church-going blacks to vote with “family values” in mind. Funny, those values differ from family to family, but to some, those values include intolerance, racism, sexism, anti-Semitism, bigotry, and homophobia.
The same-sex marriage ban is a distraction. Sadly, citizens fail to grasp that idea. Remember that there are Americans in Iraq – some are gay too – fighting a war based on undiscovered weapons of mass destruction. Where is the amendment ensuring that Americans have an effective living wage? Where is all the effort in making sure American students leave high school with more than a piece of paper and with a substantiative chance to succeed? Instead, we spend our precious time debating if an adult can love another adult.
A marriage amendment is a waste of time, especially when this country is faced with more prudent issues. America is at war to bring democracy and freedom abroad, and America is pushing amendments/ laws/ policies/ junk at home to limit freedoms and discriminate against Americans based on their sexual preferences.
due to sample clearance issues, this gem didn’t appear on royal flush’s debut album, “ghetto millionaire.” the album is classic, nonetheless. believe it or not, irv gotti was very instrumental in the making of this album and mic geronimo’s first two albums, then he decided to bless us with murder inc.
i remember before the album dropped, my brother and i would be enthralled by the “iced down medallions” video. on a sunny day in 1997, i convinced my aunt to purchase “iced down medallions” CD-single for me at Best Buy. man, you have no idea of how bad i wanted a cuban link necklace with a jesus piece.
from tavis smiley’s 2008 conference.
ossie davis interview (5 parts) discussing his life, family, career and influences.
i know this young lady by the name of rachel. she put me on to a few things a few years ago that i knew very little about or had no idea.
1. David Sedaris books
2. Zach Braff movies
3. Coldplay songs
As I read this book, I could not help but to relate to Oscar. That may be good or bad thing, depending on the circumstance. Shouts to Tom for suggesting the book THEN ordering the book for me on Amazon.
“the world may scoff at us, the world may deride us, but there have been many surprises for the world before, and there will be many more”- marcus garvey
This album is so damn sweet to the soul. My homegirl Katie P. put me on and I’ve been sharing the sounds with as many people as possible. Here are some examples of what you’ll find on the album.
gore vidal is one of my favorite writers. that’s all.
When love beckons to you, follow him,
Though his ways are hard and steep.
And when his wings enfold you yield to him,
Though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you.
And when he speaks to you believe in him,
Though his voice may shatter your dreams
as the north wind lays waste the garden.
For even as love crowns you so shall he crucify you. Even as he is for your growth so is he for your pruning.
Even as he ascends to your height and caresses your tenderest branches that quiver in the sun,
So shall he descend to your roots and shake them in their clinging to the earth.
Like sheaves of corn he gathers you unto himself.
He threshes you to make you naked.
He sifts you to free you from your husks.
He grinds you to whiteness.
He kneads you until you are pliant;
And then he assigns you to his sacred fire, that you may become sacred bread for God’s sacred feast.
All these things shall love do unto you that you may know the secrets of your heart, and in that knowledge become a fragment of Life’s heart.
But if in your fear you would seek only love’s peace and love’s pleasure,
Then it is better for you that you cover your nakedness and pass out of love’s threshing-floor,
Into the seasonless world where you shall laugh, but not all of your laughter, and weep, but not all of your tears.
Love gives naught but itself and takes naught but from itself.
Love possesses not nor would it be possessed;
For love is sufficient unto love.
When you love you should not say, “God is in my heart,” but rather, “I am in the heart of God.”
And think not you can direct the course of love, for love, if it finds you worthy, directs your course.
Love has no other desire but to fulfill itself.
But if you love and must needs have desires, let these be your desires:
To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night.
To know the pain of too much tenderness.
To be wounded by your own understanding of love;
And to bleed willingly and joyfully.
To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving;
To rest at the noon hour and meditate love’s ecstasy;
To return home at eventide with gratitude;
And then to sleep with a prayer for the beloved in your heart and a song of praise upon your lips.
A supermodel in a mental institution with amnesia? Not an original storyline nor is it fiction. If you were to throw a stack of Vogue magazines on the floor, close your eyes, and point to a random cover girl this may be her true Hollywood story (surely, I jest).
It was difficult to find a scene where actors were clothed but I’m certain this film for the voracious eye will be chock full of the most delicious exploitation this side of rated R “skinema”. Enjoy Shulamith Lasri AKA Sharon Lesley portraying Emanuelle Nera. Her looks and body is nothing short of “voluptulicious” (that’s right! She gets a special adjective!). I did some resarch on Miss Lasri (Lesley) and she is nowhere in the digital realm so far. Anyone who would like to join the hunt to see what happened to her feel welcome as I’m anxious to hear. Black Emanuelle was Shulamith’s only credit as far as IMDB is concerned.
This is the only credit she needs in my righteous opinion. I’ve watched this film time and time again and STILL don’t know what it’s about because once you see Shulamith, all plot and character development is thrown out the window!! To our male audience at BP, thank me later!
Shulamith, wherever you are, may the force be with you (Bootsy “Jedi Funk Tricked” me into saying that).
No, not for the Middle Passage and definitely not for Bill O’Reilly or Ann Coulter. No thank you for colonial imperialism and the subsequent Berlin Conference. No, I can’t thank you for J. Edgar Hoover and Bull Connor either. It just won’t happen, ever. I am not going to Graceland! I am not thanking white people for what tragically happened to Emmett Till, Medgar Evers, or Michael Jackson.
But, white people get the props though. Here’s a brief list of those persons who you may be familiar with that epitomize the cool.
He is a legend, the sonic sorcerer. Without Bob Power, I can’t imagine how I would listen to music, sound-wise. You may not know about Power, but you know his work. Well, that’s if you read album credits and liner notes. He mixed and/ or recorded some of my favorite albums from A Tribe Called Quest, The Roots, D’Angelo, De La Soul, Common and Wu-Tang.
I can’t help but to belch out a Pharrell-esque “I’m a Hustler, Baby!!!!!!” when I think of Mr. Newman. Besides making pretty decent salsa, he has made some incredible films. “The Hustler” is one of those films. Don’t forget the sequel, “The Color of Money,” with a pre-couch-hopping Tom Cruise. “The Verdict” was dope, as well. His characters’ complexities are always tugging at my heart strings. And, “Road to Perdition” wasn’t bad either.
He was Fletch!
Weezer from “Steel Magnolias”
Don’t tell me I’m the only dude who enjoys that movie! I like the band too (I’m Buddy Holly, you bitches!!!!)
Because of this man, I can excuse white people for Pat Boone. Come on, white people. Really? Pat Boone? Luckily, there’s David Axelrod, one of the dopest producers of all-time. His work with Cannonball Adderley and David McCallum was out of this solar system. His solo stuff is great too. If you’re not familiar with Axelrod, listen to “The Next Episode” by Dr. Dre.
another great musician. He was a bassist for the jazz hybrid, The Weather Report. Well, he made this song and have to say this: “Portrait of Tracy,” the most beautiful two minutes that these big Keelber Elf ears have heard.
yeah, he directed “Blow” with Johnny Depp. But he’s on this list because he was the creator of a show that made me who I am today. It was called “Yo! MTV Raps.” Rest in Peace.
a truly funny man that made me enjoy him dressing in drag. Unfortunately, Ving Rhames couldn’t pull it off for me.
you already know!
This doesn’t need an explanation, especially when one of his “worst” movies is a guilty pleasure for me. You saw “Pink Cadillac.”
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but his redemption is real.
He makes me wanna be a nice guy. The militant black man inside melts away when I watch Forrest Gump.
Basically this man’s career is full of dope films. On a personal note, I actually credit “Philadelphia” with introducing me to the concept of not hating gays because I was not gay. Now, if we get Pat Robertson & Co. to feel the same, we’d be making progress. But wait . . . no homo.
i like this dude’s movies. The same applies to Quentin Tarantino
I am not going to write about him. Go to YouTube , explore and send me a bouquet of Peruvian Lilies and write on the card, “Thank You Steve. You’re the best.”
It’s too obvious to say Eminem is cool (besides that doo-rag he wears) and I’m not an obvious guy, obviously. As one-third of 3rd Bass, Serch was holding it down for white guys in hip-hop besides those 3 Jewish boys from Brooklyn. 3rd Bass came out with two ill ass albums and they helped introduce the world to a chipped-toothed street disciple and a guy named Zed Luv X.
Zed now goes by M.F. Doom.
Listen to Jay’Z’s “Takeover,” when Jay spits, “Ask who I paid god? Serchlight Publishing.” yup.
a poet. A great poet. One of my favorite poets.
Like I said with Bob Power, Rick Rubin changed the world so people like me could fester. Mr. Rubin is the original founder of Def Jam. He started it in his dorm room – imagine that. He also the produced James Todd Smith, those three Jewish boys and Run DMC.
When I saw “Smells Like Teen Spirit,” I recall wanting to be a drummer. Then, following a brief convo with Moms and saying something about “too much damn noise in this house,” I stuck with my clarinet. Through the years, Grohl has gone from drums to lead guitar and vocal. So I can do different things and still succeed? Yeeessssssssssssssssssssss
Kevin Smith writer and filmmaker. He’s Silent Bob most times.
This dude was a producer! He produced John Coltrane’s “A Love Supreme.” He then started his own record label (my 3rd favorite record label), Flying Dutchman Records.
Simple and plain, thank you white people.
Well, off I go, returning to the janitor closet to blast dead prez.
My friend, Colin, was diagnosed with brain cancer last year, and he started a blog to chronicle his up’s and down’s. He’s not throwing pity parties. He’s sharing his story in hopes of raising awareness and squashing stigma. Check him out.
© Mama Hicks
Fellas, here we stand at the cusp of the future — now. We come from various places and, most certainly, have different destinations. But what we share is an equal stake in this thing called Manhood. Our respective paths are paved by our individual expressions of manhood.
Manhood’s definition has been twisted and perverted to an alarming point. And to exacerbate matters, young cats push these false definitions of manhood each day. I could say nothing, but I’m reminded of what James Baldwin warned, “We will profit or pay for what our children become.”
A man is not measured in the vast pool of vagina that he pounds. Neither is he measured in material possessions. Dollars, euros, yen, nor cowry shells validate him.
Manhood is rooted in courage. It’s sown in by sacrifice. A man beholds dignity and integrity. Respect is his currency in his dealings with family, friends and the world. He holds onto his principles, his values. He knows himself and realizes he may not always be in the world’s good graces but he’s true to his convictions nonetheless. He is responsible and accountable. He is his own man. Yes, he is proud.
He is an imperfect vessel that shares himself with the world and allows the world to share with him.
Each man should write his own definition – no doubt. And, I recognize this very note is meaningless if I don’t exemplify what a man is in my actions.
I thank the men who’ve come before me and served as inspiration. Salute.