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by B.J. on 6/23/2008 11:16:00 PM
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The Manhattan Institute's John McWhorter says that hip-hop is not a vehicle for positive change, but rather a destructive force for black Americans.
Another one of those "reformed" black guys who act as a vehicle to legitimate conservative, and moderate white America's history of racism and paternalistic, third-person omniscient solutions.
I generally can't get myself to like anyone who can easily dismiss something that is important to a chunk of the population. He seems to goes out of his/her way to hate on something he doesn't really understand, kind of like a spy...or...a stalker. He reminds me of Steve Bowman's piece "You know what's stupid? Everything I don't understand!"
However, upon reading more of McWhorter's material here and listening to an NPR interview, I can't help but feel sorry for the man. I truly do.
Why? Two things: He's a stalker and he's passive-aggressive.
1) Keeping true to that identity as a stalker, he doesn't actually speak to anyone to uncover any truth.
In his main article against hip-hop, he leads with an observation about some kids at a KFC. The kids are loud and annoying in a public or quasi-public space, behavior virtually unheard of from any group or subgroup of teenagers in America. So, what's to blame?
You guessed it! The ASSUMED soundtrack of their lives. These Black kids at KFC...must be that damn Hip-hop! A-HA!
In his radio interview, he mentioned that when he speaks, everyone has been supportive and no one has bothered him. No one, except maybe "one hothead" gets riled up at his talks, probably because he bores his supporters or would-be supporters and he passively aggressively hides from those who want to call him out.
2) When explaining his avoidance of opponents and potential detractors, he calls himself a "homebody", code word for divorced-from-reality, scared, linguist.
I feel bad for him mostly because behind the flowery high-falutin' language and the degrees from Stanford and Berkeley is just a scared, passive-aggressive stalker.
Even though the writer of these books and articles is kind of pathetic in his attempts to disparage hip-hop, what he says is essentially still the same stuff that critics of hip-hop from casual to extreme haters use, so its still worth a response.
I can agree with a few things he says:
-Some of the most promoted and commercialized are those without real positive messages. But I can see where it comes from and I don't think it goes anywhere. -I agree that we could do without the sexism and violence but they'll keep saying what they want to say -People do need to adapt to their life circumstances
Where he and I differ is that he seems bent on extracting the worst elements of hip-hop and subsequently, rooting it out based on that.
It's kind of like trying to ban Christianity because you don't like the KKK or Terry McVeigh. In each case, you're trying to look for the worst elements of something you don't like without fairly weighing its good elements.
From this vantage point, this attempt to extract the worst of the genre, his argument boils down to two things:
1) According to him, Hip-hop is responsible for the destruction of the black American.
You'd think that the arrival of hip-hop caused the destruction of the 'hood.
"The rise of nihilistic rap has mirrored the breakdown of community norms among inner-city youth over the last couple of decades. It was just as gangsta rap hit its stride that neighborhood elders began really to notice that they’d lost control of young black men, who were frequently drifting into lives of gang violence and drug dealing. Well into the seventies, the ghetto was a shabby part of town, where, despite unemployment and rising illegitimacy, a healthy number of people were doing their best to “keep their heads above water,” as the theme song of the old black sitcom Good Times put it."
He seems to operate on this romanticized and historicized viewpoint that the 'hood was a rough place but still a place where this "healthy number" of people were doing their best.
Healthy numbers?
I remember a talk with the LA Times Homicide Blogger, Jill Leovy where she said that the black man murder rate has always been staggeringly high from Jim Crow until now. Her point was that there's deep a history of homicide within the black community.
In 1976, before talks of handguns, gangs, crack stuff, the black male homicide rate according to the US Justice Department was still 7x higher than those of whites. In, 1960, according to the Centers for Disease Control, death rates for black man were 14x higher, and in 1950 black male death rates were 17x higher than those of whites.
So bad things were still happening before hip-hop. I think the only difference with hip-hop in the picture is that it gives people like him to pick at and justify structural injustices and hegemonies.
2) His conclusion: hip-hop is antithetical to "helping people help themselves..."
He takes aim at those who try to spread the positive messages. Cites the Dead Prez as an example of conscious hip-hop. He mentions that they're pretty good at noting the insufficient employment opportunities. But he criticizes them for advocating civil and social rights, i.e. standing on top of Capital Hill.
The classic pull-by-the-bootstrapping man, he advocates a personal anecdote to a social and structural problems. He says that plenty of UPS jobs and delivery boys do not require college degrees and they can live perfectly legit middle-class existences. Guess he missed the talks about the disappearing middle-class, here, here, and here.
McWhorts then goes on to criticize those who do try to make their money in the underground economy. I would've thought that he'd think the underground is the adaptive way of making money, and would've applauded them.
Ultimately, Dr. McWhorter's prescription for his fellow black man is a whole dose of mediocrity. He offers a hellvua lot less that than the rappers from the neigbhorhood with the money and the women. He's essentially telling them to become drones of everyone else while other people get their action.
In the end, rap and hip-hop is only a medium of expression. It's a piece of marketing, but it doesn't drive any widespread violence that wasn't already endemic. If people want to destroy, that's usually a highly personal decision. I doubt that people make negative life or death decisions based on what they hear from an artist.
Hip-hop is mostly a tool for empowerment because it breeds expression. It has the potential to inspire. A tool for empowerment because this is where people can find their strength.
But ultimately, it's only a tool, it's not going to be the only thing that will make or break a segment of the population.
To being Filipino. MOTHERFUCKER, I'm Filipino. I'm proud sometimes, embarrassed, don't notice most of the time (thank god for LA yo). Growing up with other Filipinos, in Filipino culture. Am I going to do anything else other than be a Filipino?
Can I be a synthesis of Jared Diamond, a Robert Sapolsky, a Ben Gordon without being just a watered-down Filipino version of anyone?
Watching American Idol and seeing the clowns particularly that blonde who can suck it like a car wash vacuum and the mini-GQ-version of Joakim Noah made it in over Ramiele Malubay annoys me even more. I love that she, Ramiele, wanted so badly to be the first Asian American idol. It's all love for someone like her.
Truth is we as Filipinos don't have too many people in the media whose images we can masturbate to over and over again other than random youtube videos about prisoners dancing, HappySlip, Chad Hugo, Apl.de.ap, and watching Hook over and over again. I guess were on the come up, but the game seems so rigged.
I mean, I don't expect much from a mass-audience, audience-driven show in America, but still it's one little notch of annoyance that makes me want to throw a wrench in shit.
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The only new music I get is and has been from video games and umm local community events. I haven't gotten FIFA 2008, but I definitely know that they select a variety of the good beats.
I don't know if there's any Brazilian music that I have heard that I don't like. Maybe my next infatuation after first Indian women, then Mexican women will go towards Brazilian women.
Salto o Frango - Bonde de Role
This one is inspirational. This song needs to run in your blood.
The Hours - Ali in the Jungle
The Cat Empire - Sly...this song makes me feel good about just bullshitting around.
I think of someone I've actually when I hear this cause it fits her personality to a tee, it's the type of song she'd recommend and the video is just a complete continuation of the song. So it's the funniest and most playful of the FIFA 08 soundtrack.
Automatic Automatic - Monster
The next track had a funny ass comment on youtube.
Hello there the angel from my nightmare The shadow in backround of the morgue The unsuspecting victim of darkness in the valley We can live like Jack and Sally if we want Where you can always find me And we'll have Halloween on Christmas And in the night we'll wish this never ends We'll wish this never end
Where are you and I'm so sorry I cannot sleep I cannot dream tonight I need somebody and always This sick strange darkness comes creeping on so haunting everytime And as I stared I counted the webs from all the spiders catching things and eating their insides Like indecision to call you And hear your voice of treason Will you come home and stop this pain tonight stop this pain tonight
Don't waste your time on me your already the voice inside my head
[Cue Wyclef's Gone Till November, except insert December]
Something that the SIOC (Student Initated Outreach to the Community) and CRC (Community Retention Center) folk always like to ask is: where are you now [in terms of academic and social life] ? They always follow that up with a: where would you like to be [also in terms of academic and social life] ?
Where I am now:
A huge chunk of my life this past summer has been dedicated to this project.
Right now, I'm just getting used to everything, and I haven't had a chance to incorporate stuff from my old life.
First of all, I haven't had time to engage in intellectual pursuits. Instead, I've been trying to organize and plan stuff all for this project. Planning so much that I even bought a planner for the year just yesterday.
Secondly, I've actually had to talk more than I wanted to. Talking to administrators, students. Wow, I never thought I'd ever put myself out there like I have this past summer.
I am going out of my mind, it's fun, but I won't have the luxury of focusing only on this project when class rolls by in about a month. I need to find time for classes and gaining experience for grad school and job hunting. In anticipation of those classes and the lack of mobility I'm going to have, I've made Bayanihan ostensibly (I love using this word, it's masturbatorily hilarious) a research project with my rows of surveys. I've made the position work for me.
For December:
Eventually, I would like to be the blanketing cover for my staff to shield against any bombs thrown. Bombs thrown by themselves, administrators, students. Protection kinda like the Incredibles' daughter with that forcefield ability. They've been my crutch for the most part of Summer as I've adjusted to this position. As in they've been patient. As repayment, I really want to make this project work by being well-known for doing general good shit.
Academically, I want to maintain my GPA or boost it. I'll still try and pursue the linguistic specialization in anthro. I like to analyze language in the form of semantics and syntax, but I'm not too fond of phonetics or phonology.
I also want to have applied for grad school or at least have made good contacts with faculty in preparation for grad school. Exciting.
So, yes, that's where I am and where I want to be by the next time I write in this blog in December. Hopefully I can say all this. Goal-setting. Ugh. I can't believe I'm doing this.
[Note: I didn't mention anything about my social life. . .because it never really exists or at least its status fluctuates too much for me to expect anything from it to affect what's going on in the "more important" arenas of my life]
I've heard my music over and over again in my cd player and in my head that it runs in my blood or maybe even runs my blood. Feel good, fly high music.
Basically
I like to move on up but stay cool about it no I won't keep runnin' away because I'm hopeful that I'll find a way to handle shit up on my own and let the cool breeze hit me up to a greater day
The two identities I like. They seem like polar opposites.
Hero - Spiderman (done best when combined with Chad Kroeger's Hero song). Quick, strong, honest, fantasy-land. Taking care of all the bad with actual struggle, not revealing your identity, and internalizing your pain like all of us humans. Some look at the hero as being a bad person, but the hero still keeps saving even the assholes. Like when he saved his selfish-ass friend. With great power comes great responsibility.
Smooth Criminal - The one Michael Jackson describes in his song. Think about the movie Catch Me If You Can with a sneaky Frank Abagnale Jr. faking checks all over the country and finding ways to escape. Hell even Shawshank with Tim Robbins' character escaping prison. Quick, sneaky, more real-life (as in no super-powers). By criminal, I'm not thinking about a murderer, but rather some kind of robber who can sneakily disarm anyone who gets in his/her [reluctant to say her because Catwoman and Elektra kinda sucked] way. I'd like to think this smooth criminal is a modern-day Robin Hood.
I wonder what demographics would be inclined to choose which. Me I like em equally the same.
What a massive failure bringing the APL Song to MTV was. I knew it had little chance of happening. Great job you imagined community of Filipinos. Fuck you once again MTV.
But anyway to release that disappointment,
There's this skinny Filipino motherfucker (actually he doesn't look like he does much of anything) who wears t-shirts that expose his biceps-of-a-10-year-old and works at the library at the front desk in front of the computer lab. All I ever see this dude do is stare intently at his computer sometimes formulating a half-smile. There could be a fire and he'll still be staring intently at that computer.
I wonder how he'd do in a fight with the security guard who sits across from him.
The security guard is a nerdy looking Lurch. He's fuckin' 7 foot 9, and hunched over at that, wearing his glasses and reading his giant-sized HTML for Complete Morons book. It's pretty annoying/intimidating when he gets up and cruises the study room just to tell people to get their shoes off the couch.
The prediction ?
Lurch would cream Filipino guy's ass and use that cream from Filipino guy's ass as glaze on his donut.
by B.J. on 7/25/2004 08:37:00 AM
0 commentsPrint this postVote for Black Eyed Peas APL Song TODAY starting at 6 PM Pacific Time (West Coast, bitch) until tomorrow at 12 PM (Pacific Time (West Coast, bitch) !
If you need to be reminded of all the info here it is again ! Just fuckin' click on the links
On Monday, July 26, the number one video on MTV's Total Request Live will be "The Apl Song". Impossible? Only if you don't do YOUR part. Here's what you have to do: STEP ONE: WATCH THE MUSIC VIDEO Log online to either one of the following websites: http://www.xylophonefilms.com/bep.html http://www.kidheroes.net/aplsong.htm
The video boasts a who's who of Filipino-American celebrities in the movie and music industry. Playing the grandson in the video is Chad Hugo, one half of the mega- producing team the Neptunes. Actors Dante Basco (THE DEBUT, HOOK) and Joy Bisco (Port Charles, Not Another Teen Movie) also make cameos, alongside DJ Rhettmatic of the Beat Junkies. Catch it and let us know you what you think on our message board.
STEP TWO: SPREAD THE WORD We all got two weeks to spread the message. Forward this email. Forward the link to the music video. Create and personalize your own email and make sure all your friends get the message. Go to online forums, message boards, chat rooms, and let them know about the video. Be creative! Tell all of your family, friends, and THEIR family and friends and let them know why this is important. Who's down? Gather as many of them as possible to join our exclusive mailing list at: http://www.coollist.com/subscribe/subto.cgi?l=the_apl_song&C=95312 We'll remind them with all our "Apl Song" updates and latest developments!
STEP THREE: VOTE ON JULY 26! If you love the video, here's your chance to join thousands in requesting the video altogether and sharing it with the masses. To get the video aired on Monday, July 26, visit the following web site: http://www.mtv.com/onair/trl/vote/ Go there anytime during the day of July 26 before 4pm eastern/1pm pacific. Black Eyed Peas "THE APL SONG" will NOT be listed on the website. You must scroll below and under "OTHER", manually input "The Black Eyed Peas" under Artist Name and "The Apl Song" under Video Title. Fill out section 2 and submit. WALA! You just did all of us proud. So why not go back and VOTE AGAIN?! While you're at it, vote 3 times, even 5. The more the merrier! Keep in mind, "THE APL SONG" is not scheduled to play on MTV on July 26 UNLESS WE VOTE FOR IT!
STEP FOUR: WATCH THE RESULTS Was our campaign big enough to dent TRL? Did any of your friends listen to you? Find out by tuning into MTV at 5 p.m. ET/PT, 4 p.m. CT to see if our pick made it on the countdown. Hit us up on the messageboard at XylophoneFilms.com and share with us your thoughts! CALLING ALL NEW YORKERS! We're also organizing a group of enthusiastic APL SONG lovers to volunteer, wave signs, and represent your pride in front of MTV TRL Studios in Times Square on July 26. Are you down? You must be over 16 and be in the New York area to join! If you want to join, please email Ted at: lasalleboygmu@yahoo.com. The first 25 people to join receive a FREE promotional Apl Song DVD courtesy of the LUMPIA crew. Do you prefer to be inside the studio instead and witness everything in front of you? Make reservations to join TRL's live studio audience on 7/26 by calling 212-398-8549 or e-mail TRLcasting@mtvstaff.com. All audience guests must be 16 or older, so please include your age in your e-mail. If you get in, represent us!!!
WHY JULY 26? After watching the video, you'll have a better understanding of the underlying issue brought up in "The Apl Song" video. July 26 will be the 63rd year anniversary of the induction of the Filipino military organizations to fight in WWII under the U.S. flag. On July 26, 1941, President Roosevelt issued an Executive Order calling members of the Philippine Commonwealth Army into the service of the United States Armed Forces of the Far East . Under this order, Filipinos were entitled to full veterans' benefits. More than 100,000 Filipinos volunteered for the Philippine Commonwealth Army and fought alongside the United States armed forces. Today, some of these proud veterans have yet to be acknowledged and yet to receive their full benefits. For more information, please visit http://www.fullequitynow.com/ Various organizations such as the Student Action for Veterans Equity are also holding their own events that day in recognition of our war veterans. We urge you all in joining us in this simple request. On July 26, an "invisible" community will yet take another step in being acknowledged. Good luck and start spreading the word! Peace and LUMPIA grease, Patricio Ginelsa Writer/Director "LUMPIA", "The Apl Song" music video http://www.lovethatlumpia.com/ http://www.kidheroes.net/
But first my own commentary because you really care as to what I have to say.
As a Filipino (and Spaniard blood), I hardly see any of my "own folks" represented in the American media. And when "we" are, our roles are usually underplayed and/or I could detect something else negative (though you'd probably just disregard me as having some kind of some concocted Western mental disease and casually describe me as "going overboard").
Generally, when you're a minority in the media, you ultimately are seen as some kind of representative of your culture, and culture is really all you can talk about because there's so little of "us" in the media that you can't really see any differences of opinion in Filipinos cause they're brought in and forced to say whatever the corporate folks up top want them to say.
The Filipinos you see in the media from the guy who played Rufio in Hook to Chad Hugo of the critically-acclaimed Neptunes to Benni Agbayani in pro sports are ultimately seen as good small dick second men (hey, my friend Tyler who is linked to the left of this blog made that comment, but hold back, he's my friend). With only them, we are seen as these people not in control, not umm. . .reproducing, and feminized as our country is a major dependent on them. Male Asian sex symbol is such an oxymoron. I don't like that, because without power in sexuality, you really don't have control or say in the media or any agency especially in such a loose mother-knocking country as America.
This APL video is a production in America where Filipinos are the ones controlling the action and not some well-meaning but horribly misguided straight white well-off American. This video is representative of this emerging second generation Filipino-American, the one who doesn't quite fit in with those in the Phillippines nor does he/she fit with the upper-echeleon of America.
America has seen enough of this history of the Philippines and Filipino people as if were frozen in time with the 1800s still living in straw houses waiting for another white guy to "discover" us.
So bring the APL Song to white America.
Now let the E-mail commence.
Attention LUMPIA Lovers worldwide,
It is time to get up, unite, and show your pride. The LUMPIA crew is starting
an e-mail campaign like no other and it all begins with YOU! As you know,
the LUMPIA crew directed and produced the latest Black Eyed Peas music
video, "The Apl Song". Although the music video has been well-received in
the Philippines with countless airplay, it has yet to debut in the country it
was created in, the U.S. Since the song's chorus is sung in Tagalog the
native Philippine language, the chances of the video hitting American TV
sets are slim. Our job is TO CHANGE THAT!
On Monday, July 26, the number one video on MTV's Total Request Live will
be "The Apl Song". Impossible? Only if you don't do YOUR part. Here's
what you have to do:
Starting FRIDAY, JULY 9, both websites will carry "The Apl Song" music
video online. Mirror sites will also be established. The video boasts a
who's who of Filipino-American celebrities in the movie and music industry.
Playing the grandson in the video is Chad Hugo, one half of the mega-
producing team the Neptunes. Actors Dante Basco (THE DEBUT, HOOK)
and Joy Bisco (Port Charles, Not Another Teen Movie) also make cameos,
alongside DJ Rhettmatic of the Beat Junkies.
Catch it and let us know you what you think on our message board.
STEP TWO: SPREAD THE WORD
We all got two weeks to spread the message. Forward this email. Forward
the link to the music video. Create and personalize your own email and make
sure all your friends get the message. Go to online forums, message boards,
chat rooms, and let them know about the video. Be creative! Tell all of your family,
friends, and THEIR family and friends and let them know why this is important.
Who's down? Gather as many of them as possible to join our exclusive mailing
list at:
http://www.coollist.com/subscribe/subto.cgi?l=the_apl_song&C=95312 We'll remind them with all our "Apl Song" updates and latest developments!
STEP THREE: VOTE ON JULY 26!
If you love the video, here's your chance to join thousands in requesting the
video altogether and sharing it with the masses. To get the video aired on
Monday, July 26, visit the following web site:
http://www.mtv.com/onair/trl/vote/ Go there anytime during the day of July 26 before 4pm eastern/1pm pacific.
Black Eyed Peas "THE APL SONG" will NOT be listed on the website.
You must scroll below and under "OTHER", manually input "The Black Eyed
Peas" under Artist Name and "The Apl Song" under Video Title. Fill out
section 2 and submit. WALA! You just did all of us proud. So why not
go back and VOTE AGAIN?! While you're at it, vote 3 times, even 5. The
more the merrier! Keep in mind, "THE APL SONG" is not scheduled to
play on MTV on July 26 UNLESS WE VOTE FOR IT!
STEP FOUR: WATCH THE RESULTS
Was our campaign big enough to dent TRL? Did any of your friends listen
to you? Find out by tuning into MTV at 5 p.m. ET/PT, 4 p.m. CT to see if our
pick made it on the countdown. Hit us up on the messageboard at
XylophoneFilms.com and share with us your thoughts!
CALLING ALL NEW YORKERS!
We're also organizing a group of enthusiastic APL SONG lovers to volunteer,
wave signs, and represent your pride in front of MTV TRL Studios in Times
Square on July 26. Are you down? You must be over 16 and be in the New
York area to join! If you want to join, please email Ted at:
lasalleboygmu@yahoo.com. The first 25 people to join receive a FREE
promotional Apl Song DVD courtesy of the LUMPIA crew.
Do you prefer to be inside the studio instead and witness everything in front
of you? Make reservations to join TRL's live studio audience on 7/26 by calling
212-398-8549 or e-mail TRLcasting@mtvstaff.com. All audience guests must
be 16 or older, so please include your age in your e-mail. If you get in,
represent us!!!
WHY JULY 26?
After watching the video, you'll have a better understanding of the underlying issue
brought up in "The Apl Song" video. July 26 will be the 63rd year anniversary of
the induction of the Filipino military organizations to fight in WWII under the U.S.
flag. On July 26, 1941, President Roosevelt issued an Executive Order calling
members of the Philippine Commonwealth Army into the service of the United
States Armed Forces of the Far East . Under this order, Filipinos were entitled to
full veterans' benefits. More than 100,000 Filipinos volunteered for the Philippine
Commonwealth Army and fought alongside the United States armed forces. Today,
some of these proud veterans have yet to be acknowledged and yet to receive their
full benefits. For more information, please visit http://www.fullequitynow.com/
Various organizations such as the Student Action for Veterans Equity are also
holding their own events that day in recognition of our war veterans. We urge you
all in joining us in this simple request. On July 26, an "invisible" community will yet
take another step in being acknowledged. Good luck and start spreading the word!
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classes across the continent"
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-2004 Toronto ReelWorld Film Festival
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LUMPIA takes you back to the late-90's when tension is
at an all-time high in Fogtown High School. James and his
friends become the targets of ridicule for the CREW, a
bunch of thugs who have invented a new fad of (gulp!) F.O.B.
bashing! But only one thing stands in their way... LUMPIA!
Romance, action, and comedy are all rolled up deliciously
in this satire from Kid Heroes Productions and Xylophone
Films.
KID HEROES PRODUCTIONS presents in association
with XYLOPHONE FILMS A PG Movie "LUMPIA"
Starring CARLOS BAON * FRANCIS CUSTODIO
EDWARD BAON * ELIZABETH MENDOZA
DENNIS CUSTODIO * CARLO RICAFORT
RICHARD CABATIC * ROY PIMENTEL * BRIAN LUCAS
PHILIP SISON * PAUL PAEZ * JERRICK GUINTO
JOEL CABATIC * PALOMA BELARA * JERRY CABATIC
JONATHAN CAYABYAB * J.J. CASAS * ALBERT SISON
MARISSA SANTOS and JOHN RAPOSAS
Narrated by JOY BISCO
MUSIC COMPOSED AND PERFORMED BY
Windward Way & Elson Trinidad
COMICS ILLUSTRATED BY Leroid David
EDITED AND CO-PRODUCED BY A.J. Calomay
PHOTOGRAPHED AND PRODUCED BY
Darriel Ginelsa & Patricio Ginelsa
WRITTEN AND DIRECTED BY
Patricio Ginelsa
Oh yeah, on this summer of Olympics tip, Vicki Draves forever !
2Pac has the same b'day as my dad. Wow, yesterday. And so for it, I watched 2Pac Resurrection !
So after watching the mindless and predictable Along Came Polly with a smoking hot but overly-done (and I mean done, especially by Pitt) Jennifer Anniston, my mom, dad, sister up and left to their bedroooms leaving me to watch what I knew would be the more useful movie, 2Pac Resurrection. After lobbying hard for them to watch, my parents decided not to watch because "he's what's wrong with society." (And my parents aren't even close-minded conservatives relative to other Filipino families. Hell, they're probably some of the most liberal Filipinos you'll ever meet, but my dad for some reason likes to follow American Republican politics.)
This movie is exactly what every American naturally (as in their beliefs tend to be Republican, Conservative, etc but they're not active) and poltically Republican, Conservative, Libertarian, 2Pac hater should see. I imagine they probably see 2Pac as having something permanently wrong with him and unchanging attaching such traits to him such as "evil" and "trouble-making" rather than looking at him as being a product of a bunch of events. This movie makes it so that they see a person going through even more shit than those yuppies could ever imagine. Maybe a few more of these kinds of movies will help those people those beliefs and even moderates see and understand impoverished people some day and how really hard it is to "make it." (I wish they would've shed more light on how and these people stayed in poverty rather than simply saying it existed)
2Pac was not romanticized as some kind of angel, but rather as an extremely conscious person who spoke about social injustice and change and his life. It tells us how he took so much shit even when he "made it" and how all his opposition made it hard on him. The movie tells us how his words on those subjects were all sparked by the pain of rising from moving around, poverty, and drugs.
Basically the movie tells us how he rode with whatever he felt. So when he was low, he was low, and he'd write about that. When he was high, he was high as in drunk and high and took that to extremes like a 70s rock star (think of Aerosmith's first downfall). So high and drunk that he took it too far with some chick and went to jail for it. When he got bailed out of jail by Suge Knight after having been there for a year, he spoke even more arrogantly and flashed even more prominently all the money and women he had as a way to show the world that they could not hold him down.
For this short period between his bailout and his death, he seemed to see himself as an underdog always getting attacked by everyone. All his public interactions seemed to be more about him than any greater social good. I think he was still recovering from being in that maximum state prison. I got the feeling that he would've eventually snapped this phase of indulgence based on his history of constantly labelling his past self as "immature" showing an ability to change, engaging in such random activities such as acting and reading Shakespeare and the Art of War, and being socially conscious and not having a record until he made a record. So, the movie ended with him being an unfinished product and someone who died prematurely.
In all I just came away seeing Tupac as someone who knew a lot but spoke way too much. The way too much is what the mainstream media captured to make compelling television and articles without showing what triggered Tupac to speak way too much. In the end, "no one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble, not knowin' its hard to carry on when no one loves you" - the anthem of yet another misunderstood genius
But first the thought that comes to mind with this song is just the good times that you saw. And the good times winding down and fading away becoming just fractured figments of the past and parts of my imagination. This is the reason why it will be so bittersweet going to UCLA. I think I'm going to be HOMESICK (and remember that I was the LA kid who was homesick for LA last year) for Santa Cruz for at least a few months.
Maybe I'm just on an emotional Vivian Green-type high after sniffing my socks all day and my own odors but I don't know if I will ever have as many great daily conversations with anyone else as I have consistently with Daniel, Roy, and just recently, Des. OK not to completely mythify you folks, but you motherfuckheads have been the tightest group of friends to ever talk to. The first group of fuckers (hey, were all primates here) who have somewhat understood me (not that I'm complex to know).
Anyway, back to the song and its images, I first heard this song while in Mr. Wachi's (R.I.L.B. Rest in Long Beach) room just a few weeks ago.
I know the lyrics are from some guy to a girl, but it carries with it a sense of sustained longing and time just wasting. The light drumming reminds me of a dark snowy Christmas with the only light being in a dark wooden 2 story house.
At the 5:50 mark when the song emerges back up after wininding down for a minute, I see some football and something very proud emerging, Che-like or just some safety wearing #45 doing an elbow hit on some guy trying to make a catch and it being heroic and all that.
[Songs and enduring inspi. rational images. The second part to this post. They all point to something. . .
. . .And put it together fo our lives/My Lord, Dear Lord, maintain, it's hard cause I'm a soldier at war/Cause Everybody wanna try to pick up the devil in me/But tha evil's embedded in me
/Keeps me at ease/take notes cause here it comes/The murda mo coming to carry you oh you oh/They comin' to see me pullin' me gauge out/And put it up to ya temple and we'll blow your brain out" <--- (The Lyrics of Note)
Image: A dude with a beanie and stern look on his face out in the cold leisurely blowing smoke or frozen spit molecules like D'Angelo maybe drinking coffee while standing up.
Image: AI, The Answer, Allen Iverson, #3 on the 76ers running on fumes in the 2001 NBA Finals to keep his crappy team afloat still on his 165-lb legs thru like 57 injuries during the season and playoffs. I wonder how his hamstrings hold up after all that. Toughkin nugget.
Thanks to: Bust-A-Groove 2 - Happy Heart in the Sunshine, 2000
Lyrics of Note: "Dewdewdewdewdewdewdewdewdewdewdewdananananadeneeneeneeneeneeneww (it's a trance song)"
Image: Shades of Jamal Crawford scoring 33 points against Indiana (28 in the first half) in a game last year.
Thanks to: Fischerspooner - Emerge, 2000
Lyrics of Note: "Dream it till yo dream coooooooome true" (Headbanging ensues)
Image: Rocky and my alter ego named Reggie toughing it out and running the last leg of a cross country race.
Thanks to: Aerosmith - Dream On, 1981 (just seems like a 1981 song)
Lyrics of Note: "I will show you all you need to know you must hold on to anyone that wants you and I will love you through the simple and the struggle but girl you gotta understand the modern man must hustle"
"Hush, little lady don't say a word or the rest of the village gonna know you disturbed, if you let em know that you're vulnerable, Then there aint no stopping how far they open you slow (yo yo yo) I'm a chapter in yout text book read me like a checkbook mistook love at first site for a sex look/Enough of the blind man's bluff,/I wan't the good stuff/Trying to hookup a full belly and a foot rub/The modern man's hustle I dig it,/I shuffle/Feed me your troubles and need me to cuddle (come on)/Bundle up in my mitten and coat/As cold as it gets I keep your winter afloat/So let the snow fall, (it's cold in town)/She doesn't want to understand why I still come around/She look at the mirror she don't see what I see/She holds no history of how precious she be/Lay your head on my chest, speak of the stress Kick your feet up and rest, before we clean up the nest I hate to see you upset it cramps the position/And if you didn't know you better listen (you better listen)/Cause...
Image: Same image produced from the Bone-Thugs-N-Harmony song.
Thanks to: Atmosphere - Modern Man's Hustle, 2002
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Even though he's made a song I like, Benzino has made himself look like a complete jackass going all out to try and besmirch Eminem's image.
Blah blah he's said stupid shit about Eminem being popular because he's white and that black rappers have to take hip-hop back to the streets. He probably just hates Eminem as evidenced by digging up some 10 year old stuff where Eminem makes some bigoted racist comments directed strictly at a black ex-girlfriend. While Benzino may be a dumbass fool, I can still see the tension that Eminem and other white and/or underground American rappers would create, mostly through no fault of their own other than the fact they have grown up in much more different environments and therefore have different issues. By growing up in a different environment, these undergrounders/white rappers have a tendency to make much more different music and not focus on guns, money, bitches, and weed because generally they've had those things.
I can't even hate on country anymore because that music would naturally make more sense to a ruralite. I don't like it but I respect it.
Sue da Pooh once told me that I should give the soundtrack of my life to her. I had no response back then, so for Sue da Pooh here you go. Except there's no trance for your pants. Download peer to peer off kaaza or winmx !
This took a fuckin' long time. Luckily, google toolbar was here to cut that long time in half. It also blocked some pop up ads which was good fun. And if you want to save your computer, don't ever click yes to anything being installed if you so happen to actually click on one of these sites.
And another addition to this post: To comply with the American thirst for quantification, I have also added rankings to each song.
CHILL OUT MUSIC (Music Great for Parties when you're just drinking and smoking out)
1. Sublime - Santeria - Reminds me of Santa Cruz, break dancing in Long Beach, and just plain good ole times.
2. Blackstar - Definition - Reminds me of UCSC minorities and all those militant movements.
6. Nas - Get Down - Reminds me of New York in business and the streets.
7. Bob Marley - Jammin' - I had a headache the first time I ever listened to it. But it's mundane bubbliness kinda grows on you.
8. Bob Marley - Stir it Up - Reminds me of the Summer of 2001, the summer of NBA Street 1 and Tracy McGrady being a superstar baller. He was cool back then.
9. Black Eyed Peas - Empire Strikes Black - Another nugget from the Summer of 2001, but reminds me of the trip I took with my family and Keith and his family and a bunch of other Filipino families on the OMGC Fil-AM trip to Frisco. Reminded me of the deserts we stared down up the 101 North, and colleges that we were going to.
10. DMX, Aaliyah - Back in One Piece - Reminded me of T-Mac in this one picture where he's passing the ball in mid-air making it look effortless.
12. Eleventeen - In the Air - My recovering-from-a-relationship-song of October-November 2003 even though I got it in September and reminded me right away of the beginning of my 2nd year in college.
13. Hieroglyphics - You Never Knew - I need to keep an Oakland-based crew in the top 15. Reminds me of murals and UCSC, etc.
22. DMX - How's It Goin' Down - 9th Grade, my red sweater with these stripes on it that meant that I was growing up, and trying to mack the first time.
23. Dr. Dre - Fuck You - The rainy days of 10th grade when I first did track. And Ron Artest.
24. Eastsidaz - G'd Up - Cool 1997ish song. Cruisin' West-Coast Style in the East. Coincidence is that I went to New Jersey.
39. Ludacris - Southern Hospitality - Makes me think of getting socked in the cheek when you're cold. But also reminds me of 11th grade once I got past the adversity.
16. Dr. Dre - Next Episode - The song I thought of when I created my screen name back in 2001, Darkbluesmoke.
17. Beastie Boys - Fight for Your Right (To Party) - Reminds me of Lawrence Taylor and this one card of his where he's encased in crappy 1986 photoshop effects (a puff of blue). It really did an injustice to the fierceness of this guy.
25. Bobby Brown - On Our Own - 1989. Ghostbusters. Song projects something like it's headed for better things after the song and clearing the storm.
26. DMX - Where Da Hood At - This low because of its homophobic comments. I could get into this song and I do make gay jokes some times, but I can't just yell out "fag" or some other crude comment like that anymore. It's just wrong.
28. DDR - Naoki - Dynamite Rave - Reminds me of an old, but curvy algebra teacher I once had. Damn. I would hit that still even though she's middle-aged. If anyone knew who was talking about and remembered her face, you guys would be like ewww. But hey, curvy is curvy.
17. Mystic - The Life - Reminds me of murals AND headbands and stuff and sitting back and drawing the scene of murals and headbands and stuff and sitting back.
15. Aaliyah - Miss You - Winter, Spring of 2003. Greyhound Busses. Albertsons in Irvine. UC-Irvine, Sierra Dorms, 2003. Room 201 C. Some girl there.
16. Ghostface Killah - Cherchez La GhostReminds me of my cross country days and how I would always finish in front of this tall skinny black kid named Brandon.
17. Michael Jackson - Smooth Criminal - Reminds me of sneakiness complemented with an Asian last name like Matsemoto probably because there was an Asian girl in that video or they tried to make it seem like it was taking place in some cool Japanese bar.
18. Fischerspooner - Emerge - I am reminded of the 1 Freeway, a certain Long Beacher who is white, Jamal Crawford, and Bel Punkol.
5. D'Angelo - You're My Lady - I am always reminded of D'Angelo blowing smoke. Damn, I want to be that cool.
6. Michelle Branch - Drop in the Ocean - Hah. A conservative guy named Tyler had this as his song on his blogger. I like when I hear Michelle dip into "surprise" and she starts rocking.
Zion I takes you on a trip not only with their experimental, "ethereal beats", but also with their abstract lyrics. There's always something to figure out with them. Zion I's lyrics kick ass. And you won't find the ones that are not linked, except here on my website.
This song "One More Thing" is the one I listen to most cause it has guitars, slow, distorted, mellow rap, all making me feel like I'm in Egypt.
Zion I - "One More Thing"
[Zion I]
Systems
Of
Pressure,
Blessing
My
Freshest,
Light-hearted, breathe
Deep inside we weave
Mental styles to see,
Tryin' to listen believe
Into my heart,
My heart,
A spark. . .
Black markers written on walls
I�m standing so tall
We ball
Sometimes we fall
Gotta get up don�t trip up high
So Paul
Speakin� my gospel do it like this
But life it feels hostile ,
I
Search the skies I�m doing it everything
This is how I shall rise
[Susie Suh]
We all know
We all know
Yeah
We all know
But I got
one more thing
And I don�t
know what to say
And I don�t
know what to say
[Zion I]
Brain cells react
Every time that I put in on impact
Car attack
Method explode
Let me explain what my raps
Written in blood, livin� in water
Do everything like the daughter of earth
Work, place, church
Sometimes it seems I�m not
Worth anything that I would be
I sing my song so I can be free
Just watch me
Clock me
Liberation is all that I know
My flow
[Susie Suh]
You
know
Oooooohhh
Baby I don�t know
Baby I don�t know (you that good)
I got one more thing to say
But I don�t how
I don�t know how
One time
For your mind
Susie Suh Zion I
One time
We can just shine
Just let it come out
And goin� the round up the place da la la la la la la la la la
The Drill's just a deep water slangy headbopper.
Zion I - "The Drill"
Stranded on asylum
My self need it silent
Ground let the mash
Bump the flame like a pilot
See me on the sign and little z
Betta holler
Always pop my collar
Roll like a rotweiler
Diesel when we flex this
Slide on my nexis
Amp live always represent texas
Ima get it hotter than a dance floor chatter (chatter)
Flex like this war sex that your fizzo
Why you getting jelled
Baby backing on your fizzo
I keep it solar
Melt down your polar
Your just a little baby cub on my sonar
I been doin� it and doin� it well
But you probably couldn�t tell
Cause I�m short on my mail
Make or break six double eight
Makin� a sell
What That they told me at the label
But I rebelled
I�m like Nat Turner
Carryin� two black burners
My rap stacks attack like axe murders
And push further to the point of no return
Zion I burn like a thick stick of sure
[Refrain]
Is you with this?
You know the drill
Its Zion I massive on the real
Did you like that
We gotta be
We end on a
Then we rock for you
X 2
Is you with this ?
Come on little mama
X 4
I�m like the cat working� corporate
who never got a raise
Who slaved in hell a thousand days underpaid
Went to school to be a scholar now miseducated
But Fuck what you know if you still can�t make it
Seen a sister shake it break it to pay the monthly bills
Tuition, rent, survival skills its fo real
But I�m stick in this limbo
I speak to my kimfo
Relate to the style
Cause you understand
You been broke
Seen a lotta sufferin�
Seen a lotta woes
But where I finally go
Only might Ja knows
So I spit my lines
Makin� minds hypnotized
I hope the gates of heaven open wide
When I die
While you clamorin� glamour
I�ll be stammerin� gramma
You like arm�n hammer
I�m the funk Alabama
To bounce with the clout
Bringin� large amounts
Trust me keep it dust till you turn shit out
[Refrain]
Some say I�m too deep
"Finger-paint" is the song that every girl likes. But nonetheless still tight.
Zion I - "Finger-Paint"
Feel my finger paint
Color to stimulate cha
Rise relate cha
Pass in love and nature
Rhymes to break ya, take ya
Up to the maker
Away from the pain
We feelin� safer
The liberate to rectify the soul
Written in red, green, black
Trim it with gold
We been in war
Hey man we seen it all before
Got you feeling the fundamentals of flow toe-to-toe
How we battle
You can light the shadow
Walking with
You bring a barrage of marshmellow
Yellow
Words and word curse
Lip style mellow
Zion the lion-hearted fellow
Bellow
Finger paint you can hold the weight
When the mind is great, then the soul create
I reperate like water when I change my state
Mindscape to the next levitate
[Susie Suh, Refrain]
Breakin� all the shit that I don�t want to hold
Makin� all the slumbers inside me flow
So in all the seasons can make me grow
And I�m breathin�
I�m breathing� slow
x 2
[Dust]
Feel my finger-paint as the world spins
Let my finger-paint cleanse your sins
My finger-paint�s paintin� all colors on your skin
See my reflection in my brother, my twin
I�m spark in a light to your soul deep within
You can hear the echo when I drop my pen
The children hold hands under the rainbow
Everywhere we go we bring the same flow
Feel my finger-paint on my para-bola
Supernovas, nebulas, satellites
My finger�s paintin� all over the mic
My finger�s paintin� lightning when it strikes
Bring down the rain, release the pain
Master the craft, die ya rocks ya game
My fingers paint across all terrain
My finger paint penetrates your brain
Music is an art of expression. It's supposed to tell you what's happening and make you feel good. It's the universal language, and if you criticize one form, you don't really understand music.
So I was both confused and amazed when two people whom I consider to be smart, my AP US History/Euro history teacher and Sue, tried to pound in my head at different points in time that I was not listening to "real" music. My non-real music was not classical enough or something. But damn, electronic music is just as cool as classical music. The only differences between electronic and classical are that trance encompasses a wider range of music from horrible to brilliant quality and that trance is too new for the older crowd to like. Beach vibes can make you think and ponder about random things as much a moonlight sonata if you know what I mean.
"Classical purists" disregard the form of electronic music because it's apparently easy to make without instruments. They say it's not timeless, a passing fad, an "unsophisticated" teenager's music.
Try saying that to the face of Fischerspooner (from which PC users can download "Emerge" on Kazaa).
Here's what actually seperates electronic from classical music:
Genres of music are usually defined by their quality songs. There's a shitload of electronic music to the point where the quality electronic music becomes inaccessible. As a result of this sea of crap, the best electronic music is not being heard. Quality classical music on the other hand has been stuffed down our throats forever through every form of media. We've heard the best already. The lesser known pieces are made plentiful to those more interested in that type of music. Furthermore, with lesser quantities, the pieces become story tellers of history.
Classical music is also a great artifact. And when an artifact is from the distant past, there's some kind of protection from critique and opinion because either the artifact is looked at as a glimpse into history and culture or there isn't much known about the artifact. For example, no one would complain about the shitty engine of a car from the 1920s because it provides a glimpse into history and culture. And maybe that's what classical music is - a shitty engine but intriguing-sounding and looking. These purist/extremists think that classical music is the standard of good music, when it's just music that came first and in lesser quantities.
The songs of the moment are trancy, but really really good.
First, it's the Velfarre Cyber Hit Trance Volume 4 mix.
I didn't know about this mix till the end of the school year even though it was buried in my collection of MP3s. What drove me away from getting to this mix sooner was its description on Winamp as a bunch of Swedish (?) symbols rather than any English words. It's gone from the MP3 outhouse to the MP3 penthouse, whatever that may look like.
This mix is simply a powerhouse of trance (albeit a bit biased towards the woman with its calls for lovin' etc.) hits for nearly 70 minutes. The beats remind me of the ambitiousness of the early part of summer as I listened to it on the way down from SC. Man, this song got me pumped up to pump up the Summer. It starts off with a "Will. . .I. . .Ever Love You. . .Again?" in a reach-for-the-mountains, vibrating 2001 type of way. It gradually and coolly treads and transitions into this chunky beat, which in a robotty girly voice tells you to "E-M-B-R-A-C-E-M-E" as if it's being run through one of those headline tickers in Times Square. The beat slows to a pause, and builds back up to latch on to this huge slide of a trance beat. It's the kind of stuff contortionists might listen to when they're stretching with its wieldy, wiry beats. The highlight of the track comes around the 25th minute when a remixed, slimmed down truncated Euro version of DJ Sammy's Heaven stops the mix, and lays the track thick.
Man it is the baddest shit ever.
ATB's Sunburn is also getting a lot of burn on this comp because its jolly, ocean watery, Hawaiian, Jamaican, nightlify, trancy, Super-Soakery, WATERFESTY, and just fun.
It's sick too.
It's making me want to live up the rest of summer, and. . .bust ass.