Archive for May, 2006

K&B: A Wedding Story

[***This is Panama-length, plus some. What can I say? It was a wedding weekend and I probably won't even really cover half of it. ***]

Have you ever seen a stripper start reading a magazine in the middle of her act?

Like a Jet Magazine?

I have.

And let me tell you, if there is one thing that this world does not need, it’s lazy strippers.

However, not even a lazy stripper could bring down (though it did make me reconsider cosmic signs) the amount of joy and excitement I experienced over the past 5 days. I went back to Atlanta to witness the nuptuals of one of my good friends from college and let me tell you, it did not disappoint.

So, I figured I’d do a recap of sorts, partially for the entertainment value, and partially so I can remember this 10 years from now assuming this site is still up and hasn’t been taken over by the CIA or somebody. Just know that if one day you ever hear me talking about having a drink from Starbucks, well, click the “x” at the top right of your screen because the government is monitoring you.

Before I get to the festivities and the chroniclization of such festivities (and there wasn’t any real debauchery to speak of), I must take a second to comment on marriage and seeing your friends proclaim their love for eachother. Well, let me just say, it brought me to tears. Literally. The most gangsta of all gangstas was boo-hoo’n up in the wedding. Now, I wasn’t really crying, it’s more like I teared up because when the new-wife did her vows…man…there weren’t many dry eyes in the building. I loved seeing them get married, I loved seeing them happy, and I loved how good the two of them are doing together.

Basically, this made for one of the happiest times in my entire life. I was smiling the whole damn weekend. Just…good times. Neither of them read this site, or probably even know it exists, but I really do have to thank them for the fact that their love was able to make me so happy. It just felt good to be apart of it all. That’s that contagious stuff right there.

Well, I feel gayer now. How about you?

Excuse me one moment.

*going outside to rob somebody to retrieve my gangsta*

I’m going to take this day by day and try not to overdo it by being excessively long or anything about this. Okay, I’m kind of lying on that “excessively long” part. And I think I’m going to do this as a sort of “lessons learned” kind of deal. Shall we? Yes let’s…

Things I Learned on Thursday, May 25, 2006

-It’s hot as the fuck in Atlanta, even at 11am. I got off the plane and felt like I had just been hit with an Egyptian camel.

-Camp Creek Parkway is long as the fuck. I didn’t even KNOW that Campbellton Road eventually crossed Camp Creek Pkwy. And do you know why? Because there’s no good got damn reason to ever be that far down the road. Now there building all of these affordable homes so folks are moving out there, but it’s way too far.

-I’m definitely moving back to Atlanta. There are no ands, ifs, or buts about it. Not only do I love the city, but its also like a gajillion times cheaper than any other city I’d consider living, which would be: DC, NY, or LA. Sorry Des Moines, but your city sucks ass.

-It’s never too early to start drinking. Too bad it took us, me and my boy, The Most Shady, about a good 5 hours to actually get our first marital-induced drink. And it took me even less time to feel the repercusions of said drink. Time started to float…

-In Greenbriar Mall, the wings at Abdullah The Butchers are way better than the little wing spot in the back corner by the bathrooms. My boy, CoolBreeze, wouldn’t admit this outright, but he wanted another one of my wings…I didn’t want another one of his. And umm…no brokeback.

-A little short drunk man was going to get his ass WHIPPED up in Dave & Busters. This nigga got a little ignant when he thought I was by myself…even going so far as to tell me that he had his boys with him. Then a few of my boys showed up while I was talkign shit to him. Oh how the tables turned. I am glad we didn’t get into the fight that seemed like it was about to happen. It’s a wedding weekend.

-Patron shots at the bar in the arcade were like 4 bucks at Dave & Busters. Maker’s Mark? 3 bucks. And how do I know this? You friendly neighborhood, Xquizzyt1, was blessing us with her presence.

Let me just say something about your friendly neighborhood, Xquizzyt1. How about she showed up, and all of my friends loved her instantly. Too bad random other dudes did too. Poor guy. Have you ever seen a man’s spirit completely broken. I have. This overly loquacious gentlemen who was trying really hard to rap to a few of my friends before me and X showed up began attempting to deconstruct manhood, the man woman relationship, and other shit when we showed up. Me, I was drunk. So I just sat there and looked around curiously. And since X never met an argument she didn’t like, they went at it.

In what can only be deemed, “How Not To Get Into A Woman’s Drawz In 10 Minutes Or Less”, ole boy actually said to her…”I guess you aren’t what I expected…” El Dumass. She took his pride after that. Kicked it around on the floor. Then right when he went to pick it up…hurled that bitch into the bar. When he was leaving, he just put his head down and said, “bye.” But…

…on the brightside he gave me props when he realized I went to Morehouse. So he wasn’t all bad. He did recognize his superiors.

*evil snicker*

-I also learned that there are some cool ass folks from up in Chicago. But that would be a running theme from the whole weekend as the bride is from Chicago (and Milwaukee or Killwaukee as it was referred by one of the brides cousins or something…a lot of black folks were running rampant this past weekend).

Sheesh this is long already…I’ll try to speed some of this up:

Friday, May 26, 2006

Fuck the things I learned. I’ll just recap this shit.

So after leaving Dave & Busters, two of my friends brought me back to my boys house at like 2am…I don’t actually remember them leaving, but they did leave at some point. That’s how damn tired I was. So what does a supremely tired black man do after being drunk and going to sleep somewhere in the neighborhood of 3-something A.M.??

He wakes up at 756am and can’t go back to sleep. Fuck. Me.

Went to BBQ. Had a Michael Jackson dance-off at the BBQ. That was fun as shit actually. There were way too many dancing negroes…and I was one of them.

Oh and let me say…i HATE the gotdamned Cha-Cha Slide. Hate Hate Hate it. It is a sorry excuse for a group dance.

Oh yes, on Friday, Atlanta was once again…hot as the fuck. I started stripping. Please, put your dollar bills away. Though I did offer to strip for money at the BBQ. Word to the wise: If you offer me money, I might offer to strip. I also might say no.

Here, I must get into how following the cosmic signs is probably always going to lead you in the right direction. This is a story, please have a seat.

Goal: Entertainment for males
Location: As of 9pm, we ain’t have one AKA Sign #1

By 11pm, we were having fun at my boy The Great’s home and had started to get a little nervous about whether or not we were gonna be doing anything. We were drinking, having fun with a few folks. I’d met another person from Panama and a doctor who was moving to Maryland.

1130pm and nowhere to go? Sign #2 to keep your black ass at home.

1135 or something, we get a call to meet on Fulton Industrial at Riley’s. That’s a strip club. Ehh…we don’t want to roll at this point, but what the fuck, it’s for the groom. And he’s our boy. My boy has a spare tire on his car and we can’t go faster than 55 MPH. In Atlanta, that is a severe problem. Shit’s already far as hell, to have to drive it slowly?? Painful.

We get to Riley’s. Ready to party?? NOPE. You see, we aren’t actually going into that club, we’re waiting outside for some dude to show up with some of our own personal entertainment.

Wait time, one hour and some change. Sign #3. Me and my boy, The Great…get ready to roll. We want some Krystal’s (similar to White Castle but better). We start to leave and say fuck it, but we get the call. We deliberate and go against our better judgement…and go with the caravan. Sign #4.

Fuck it…let’s just say that when you go against your hunches, you get lazy strippers in the middle of fuckin’ nowhere.

And THEN the spare tire blows out on you on Piedmont Avenue leaving you stranded for like 2 hours while you wait for a tow truck to come get you. And you end up on Piedmont when you were just out in Austell (a long ass fucking way apart) because one of your boys also wants to leave the lazy strippers and asks for a ride.

Me, I drove to fast and blew the spare. Plus, putting 300 miles on that bitch in 2 days will do that to you. Luckily, one of our other friends was still up at like 4 something AM and came to get us from Stone Mountain…

…let me just say I really love my friends. And also, I skipped signs number 5 throuh 100 as to why we should have just stayed home.

GOT DAMNED THIS IS LONG.

Saturday, May 27, 2006

Get in at like 6am from the Great Piedmont Car Fiasco of 2006. Wake up at like 10am. Went out to eat lunch with a friend. I also gave this friend a tour of Atlanta of which she had never really seen before. See all these folks think they know about certain parts of the city. I had to take her ass through Adamsville and the real Southwest. Not just driving up and down Cascade. I also took her to Simpson Road and Center Hill. Went through Dixie Hills. Basically, if you ever really want a Westside of Atlanta tour, I’m your man.

Dropped her off. Went to hotel for party. Party was fun. Played spades. Set our opponents, TWO TIMES IN A ROW. On some straight Debo shit. And by the way, I was fuckin’ drunk off my ass. Too much Henny and not enough Coke will do that to you. Especially when you’re playing spades like this:

If you win the book, the other team has to take a drink. If you set them, you tell them they have to do some guzzling. Let’s just say, we were some drunk ass spades players. At about 230, we packed it in…except, I made some phone calls and two of my friends, including your friendly neighborhood Xquizzyt1 and everybody’s favorite Bulletproof Diva came through to hang out at the hotel with us.

And get your mind out the gutter.

They leave at around 4 or something. I really don’t remember.

I get back to my boys house at around 5am.

Sunday, May 28th, 2006 AKA Wedding Day

Wake up at like 9am. Get pissed because I’m up at 9am. Watch the History of Metal on vh1. Head out at 1130am to go to Lenox to do some shopping. Run into the friend I went out to eat with on Saturday. We kick it while she goes shopping. She tried on everything in every store we went into. Lots of fun was had by all. I dipped out.

Went to get ready for the wedding.

Wedding.

Let me just say that it was a wonderful ceremony. I was extremely happy and all the groomsmen and bridesmaids looked good. The pastor presiding…well, it must have been her first wedding because she fucked up more lines than Keanu Reeves doing Shakespeare. No lie…she said this:

“I now pronounce them husband and wife…or I will after they exchange rings. Oh yeah, and then kiss…wait, what else are they gonna do? I can’t remember. This is a wedding right? Fuck it…y’all just do your own thing cuz apparently I’m unprepared.”

Okay, I embellished a little.

The reception was the best party I’ve been to in years. I can’t even explain it. It was that much fun. I sat down for like 2 or 3 minutes in total when the dancing started. Slow dancing, line dancing, soul train lines, ATL dancing, a go-go segment. We had a party. AND an open bar. And we do damage to those.

Hell, I wish he was getting married again this weekend.

After the reception, we kicked it more. Spades, dominoes, late night runs to Krystal’s. Sleep time: somewhere around 3-4 or 5am. I really don’t know when.

Monday, May 29, 2006

Wake up at 730am. Say peace to the groom and tell him to enjoy his honeymoon.

Might I tell you that there is tired. And then there is fuckin’ tired. Bulletproof Diva had a pool party. Me and my boy, The Most Shady, went to sleep there. At a pool party.

Late night dinner, X, came through and hung out. In fact, she hung out on 4 of the 5 days I was there. She’s a trooper that X.

Sleep time at 1230am to wake up and go to the airport at 730am on Tuesday.

All in all, it was a great time, I got to hang out with new friends, old friends, and X all weekend. And I didn’t even really spend that much money.

So cheers to my boy and his new wife for providing a weekend I’ll never forget and here’s hoping that some of you people decide to get married and invite me to the wedding, I promise I won’t let you down.

Will Smith And Kool & The Gang Are Some Bad Mothertruckas

I’m at the least focused point I’ve ever been in my life right now. For one, the heat is about to finally show up to stay and I just love the summer. Now, I’m no fan of 95 degree days, but I do look forward to 65 degree mornings.

And second, one of my boys is getting married. I couldn’t be happier. I looked at their wedding website and it just made me feel all happy and shit.

In fact, I’m feeling all emotional right now. Plus I watched Love Actually last night too.

Hold me.

Okay, that’s not really true (the emotional part, I did watch Love Actually last night), but I’m on my way to celebrate the wedding festivities, leaving tomorrow morning in fact not returning until Tuesday afternoon, which has rendered me totally incapable of coherent thought and focus. I must be the second most useless employee this side of the Mississippi right now. Who’s the first?

That would be me right before I went to Vegas. And I’m only at my second most useless right now because the powers that be have hit me with all kinds of shit to do, and a nationally broken headline story peripherally involves yours truly. So let’s just say, the potential for having to do work during the wedding weekend is high.

Well, despite my lack of focus right now, I still have been very observant of the changing seasons and the impact it has on people’s habits. Specifically the period of transitioning from spring to summer when invariably…

…some of y’all niggas lose y’alls damn mind.

So like the million other people, in my bored and ready-to-roll-out-like-Luda-n-em, I decided to put together a do’s and don’ts for the summertime.

Panama Jackson Presents…Do Read This List and Don’t Be A Menace To South Central While Drinking Your Juice In The Hood: Summer Tips 101

***Note: This slight list of tips will include shit for all ages and both men and women. Lickety-split. ***

Do be conscious of the fact that all people cannot wear all things. If you are a 300 pound woman, you cannot wear a size 2 anything. Honestly, nobody wants to see your skin. Make sure you can cover the shit up.

With that in mind…

Don’t color coordinate your clothing choices with your hair, ladies (Seen this morning upon entering my building at work). It’s not a good look…especially if you already color coordinated your hair with your skin tone. You will walk around looking like a nude crayon. Except nobody likes fake nude people. Or crayons. We feel cheated. Just stop it!

Do enjoy the lovely outdoors whenever you can.

Don’t fuck it up by shooting somebody. You know the crime rates increase in the summertime cuz niggas get hot and agitated. Calm the fuck down.

Do use lotion on your flour-kickers if you must wear sandals. This rule does not apply to white people so much. Though I do suggest using lotion on your feet anyway. But more for health and not aesthetic reasons.

And along those lines…

Don’t over do the baby powder. Especially on the chest region. Not only do I not understand it, but you will walk around looking like you’re about to be put in a deep fryer. Again, not a good look.

Speaking of ungood looks…

Do make sure that you don’t try too hard to bring certain dead styles back. I’ve seen a few women in the past few weeks rocking polka dots. Now I’m not saying it’s not okay, but I am saying don’t do it. It wasn’t hot when it was in style, it definitely won’t be hot now that its been laid to rest and one-line ethered by the Notorious B.I.G. Just because Kwame can make a comeback doesn’t mean polka dots can.

Do me baby.

Don’t speak.

Do wash your cars because there is nothing worse than driving around in the summer with a dusty ass ride. Women at busstops can’t really appreciate a dustymobile.

Don’t write anything overly obscene on anybody’s dusty ass car. A simple “wash me bitch” or “this fuckin’ car is dusty as fuck” will suffice.

Do make sure that your shoe game is in check. Keep them bitches clean. Especially your Air Force 1s (or Uptowns or Coke Whites, whatever you call them). For the life of me I’ll never understand why any grown ass man would walk around wearing shoes looking like they survived Vietnam. Women notice shoes, fellas.

As a caveat to a former one for the ladies:

Don’t wear shoes that are too small for your feet to handle. If you need to understand geometry and calculus in order to get your feet comfortably into your shoes, shoot yourself. Or if your not the violent type, just get some bigger got damn shoes, sasquatch.

Do make sure you summertime mackin’ game is intact. Please fellas, practice your game on minor league women you really don’t want before you go taking it to the big leagues. You make all men look bad when you have bad summertime game.

I realize that last one was bit jacked up and implies that some women should have game “practiced” on them. There is no set guideline for who the batting practice chicks are. Just assume you aren’t one. Mmkay?

Don’t deal with losers with zero game, ladies. It will have repercussions and reverberations for years to come on some sorry sap who really does like you. Feel free to clown a lame cat though. But give yourself a quota, only like, one a week or something.

Do go to a BBQ.

Don’t burn down a park. Smokey the Bear says only you can prevent forest fires. Hey, did anybody else ever notice that Smokey’s ass was always on the scene of forest fires? I’m not saying he lit them himself, but if there’s no fires he kind of doesn’t have a career now, does he? Think about it.

Do enjoy the summer.

Don’t stop loving me now…

Do miss me while I’m gone wedding-ing and drinking and not posting til next week sometime.

Don’t fret, this list is done.

Growin’ Old

“…niggas say bitches is trife, bitches say niggas is/we just don’t understand our fundamental differences…” - Talib Kweli, “Love Language”, Train of Thought (Reflection Eternal album)

“…Com, I make righteous bitches get low…” - Common, “They Say”, Be

You know you’re getting old when the first thought you have when you hear lines like that is this:

Was saying “bitch” really necessary??

And not to say that I only care when “conscious” rappers say it, I pretty much think its unnecessary most times. And I also know that in the flow of the songs it fit for spacing and timing reasons (try writing a verse to a beat and this becomes a major issue), but still…

Ah, the quandries of over 25 but not quite 30.

What’s next…will I start questioning rappers (and myself) saying “nigga”??

Shut Your Sh%# And Clap Your Hands

[***This will be another Panama-length post. Stop working and take a 30 minute break. ***]

So India.Arie is not her hair.

She’s also not that great a singer or a talent, but let’s not let my personal biases against mediocre, over-hyped music get in the way of objective analysis.

See also: Alicia Keys.

India.Arie has a new song getting rotation on vh1 Soul entitled “I’m Not My Hair”. Though I more often than not change channels when I see it and have yet to really listen to the lyrics, I’m pretty sure I have a good idea where she’s going with it.

[***Sidenote: Have you noticed how much time India.Arie puts into telling us what she's not? She's not the average chick in the video (no shit Sherlock), she's not her hair, she's not caught up into the materialism of it all ("Little Things" which I hated with the passion of Mel Gibson. Construction through deconstruction, eh? I still don't think her music is that great or moving. In fact, I just created this sidenote so I could reinforce the fact that neither India or Alicia Keys is particularly overwhelmingly talented, they're just "positive" so the accolades come. Sad sad times we live in. And oh yes, kiss my ass if you think I'm just hating. ***]

It’s an ever-present reminder to not judge books by their cover. Many women with myriad hairdoes across the nation, especially of the darker persuasion, wish to not be judged by their hair or boxed into whatever stereotype their hair represents. Oh how cruel society can be for looking at a part of your chosen appearance and making some sort of (un)informed opinion about you.

Let me just cut the shit here, you can see through my obvious sarcasm that I like to call bullshit on this notion. But I’m not calling bullshit on the notion in its entirety, but just from the ONLY group of women who run this brouhaha into the ground: the alleged/assumed/stereotped “deep” crowd of women with the natural hair or locs that refuses to succumb to society’s (read white folks) requirement to have relaxed hair that conforms to the white aesthetic.

Women’s liberation lives on.

It is my understanding that relaxed hair is easier to manage. I could be wrong on that, but I’ve been told that from nearly all the women in my life with relaxed hair. If that is the case, then growing ones hair out in its natural African splendor or locking one’s hair is not only a societal rebellion but a conscious decision to retain God’s given goods. It is in fact…

…a statement of sorts.

And I’m all for statements. If you have something to say, then by all means say it. The more controversial the better. Now the funny shit here is that most of the controversy involved here comes from the stereotype that in some ways, women with the “hair” (as it will be called from here on out) run themselves right into, but don’t want to be a party to in the first place.

Common sense be damned.

And that’s where I get to calling bullshit. You see, not a SINGLE woman I know with the “hair” isn’t or hasn’t been on some sort of “enlightened” kick at some point in their lives. Lovers of all things natural from natural soaps and organic shit and lovers of the beauty of the outside and the grass and how we are all connected to the Earth and must take advantage of all that. And I’m not judging at all, I actually think thats great. More people should probably be into the natural order of things and want to preserve and enjoy the world’s resources and the like. And I’m all for enlightenment.

Further, it seems that when most black women go through some sort of major life change, often times, their hair becomes the subject of debate; whether or not to cut it, to lock it, to just let it grow into its natural state. In many ways, a woman’s hair does represent a lot about her. Not to say that it is the only facet of her, but it is a major part. The thing is, the only group that runs around wishing to not be judged by their hair is the women with the “hair”. And its because the rest of us aren’t nuts and have been exposed to so many women with the “hair” that some sort of opinion can be created.

Women with relaxers don’t run into this problem and it could very well be a societal, white-induced thing. If you see a woman with a perm, well, that just seems normal. Permed hair doesn’t really stand out. If you see a woman with the helicopter hair do, well, her ass is just ghetto. You are what you eat and you reap what you sow. But for those of us who can read, which would be everybody reading this right now, when you see a woman with big hair or locs (the “hair) we do tend to assume certain things about them.

That they rock earthtones and headwraps, read Sonia Sanchez, like ankh’s, wear jewelry with amber and are all about some sort of enlightenment or something. All of those things can, sometimes for right sometimes for wrong, be assumed from seeing a woman out with the “hair”. And yes it is wrong to make such assumptions…but umm…

…how often are you wrong?

When was the last time you met a woman with the “hair” that had the best of Ying Yang Twins bumping in their ride? They get lumped into the “concious” crowd by men and women alike because for the most part, they don’t exactly do anything to counter that title. You go to their homes they have books about women’s liberation, feminism, and spirituality, amidst the music of the the “deep” crowd who has an appreciation for “quality” music. The homes are filled with incense and the like.

Yes, I’m stereotyping, but how how often am I completely offbase? I’m not saying all women with the “hair” are like that, but I’m guessing that I’m not as wrong as India.Arie might have me believe. And I think that’s where the problem with the “hair” comes in and why so many of women rocking the “hair” always clamor at that statement.

They don’t want to be boxed in or labeled into something that makes being ignant or ghetto contrary to the image that is being portrayed. Granted, I come down hard on many of “deep” brothers and sisters, but its usually at the inauthenticity of some of it. I just think its funny that people go so far out of their way to put out an image that is reflective of a certain persona. Mostly because there isn’t much variance. It’s an all or nothing thing. I’m deep, so I must wear all things deep or do all things deep people do. I suppose its largely a phase thing that many people grow out of, but oh well, it’s still funny.

Being characterized by your hair means that when you get to shakin’ that ass to Nelly or the Ying Yang Twins, people might look at you funny. And that’s not fair. Just because she loves Che Guevara and Assata Shakur doesn’t mean she can’t enjoy the music of Ying Yang while shunning the lyrics. It’s party music right? And she likes to party. Why come she can’t get her “Salt Shaker” on in peace without folks being like, “dang girl, i didn’t think you’d get down like that?”

You know what’s really funny about this, it’s that women with the “hair” often get stereotyped up. As in, we tend to expect something from them for whatever reason. You expect to go into their homes and be transported into a sea of understanding and knowledge. Sad to say, if you go into the home of a chick with a perm, and you see the home of a “deep” chick, you’re often surprised in some sort. I know I am. It may be wrong, but fuck you.

Not to say that I don’t expect permed out chicas to read, but when you get the Mother Africa treatment, it just kind of takes you aback, then you realize you can’t judge a book by its cover. She may be the flyest chick on the planet, but there’s more to her than meets the eye. And that is why this whole phenomena is so funny to me. Women with the “hair” want to be regarded as normal people…hell, they just want to get the freedom to be a multi-faceted fuck-up with ignorant tastes like everybody else, whereas other women get the “wow, you READ???” face when you enter their homes.

And, to reiterate, I understand that your hair alone does not make you who you are, but it does say something about you, when you decide to (this is going to be the dumbest shit I’ve ever said…so bear with me), shun the status quo and wear your hair the way God intended.

Yes I felt dumber for saying that.

And see that’s the problem: you are your hair. It makes a statement about you. It’s just not the whole you, and I understand wanting to be recognized as a whole person and not boxed in to some perception that YOU are giving off. But its funny the labels we reject, isn’t it? Nobody wants to reject being labeled smart, well read, or thinking, yet often times those are the very assumptions we make from checking out a woman’s hair and her persona (which often fits the stereotype we adorn due to their hair). Women with the “hair” want the opportunity to be just as ignant as the rest of us with out raising an eyebrow. Thing is, its not even usually the “hair” alone that does it. It’s the whole package, from afar.

Apparently the biggest problem that comes with the “hair” is the assumptions that go along with it. The women who have to scream that they aren’t their hair just don’t want folks to assume anything about them, be it true or not. But when you make certain statements, assumptions arise. Your hair is your statement when you chose to go the “hair” route.

But to counter that, I suggest wearing a Ying Yang Twins shirt. That will throw people off and make sure that nobody judges you by your cover.

Then drop it likes its hot…

…on the bus…

Stereotype. Dissolved.

The Singles Experience: Gorillas In My Mind

I’ve been thinking about doing a running segment ’round here for a while on released singles in the music industry that strike me as odd or just have some kind of impact on me, be it good or bad. So I think I’ll start it out today.

Being as I just decided no more than 5 minutes ago that I was going to do this, I don’t have audio for the songs I’m talking about. If I’m able to come up with some, or if somebody can provide it thru links and such in the comments, that would be greatly appreciated.

So let us begin.

***Audio has been added.***

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R. Kelly - “Gorilla” (click on the link then scroll down and its the 15th song down…got to love my thoroughness. Once you click on the link, you will be taken away from this site.)

You know, I hate to admit this publicly, but I think I have to. R. Kelly won people. He won. And do you know how he won? I’ll tell you how he won.

The Piss R-uh has managed to continuously make music that will keep people moving in the club DESPITE the fact that a good 80 percent of the people I know swear that they hate his guts. I think that if black people created a political party, call it The Black Party, and R. Kelly were to offer himself up as a nominee, ignant niggas everywhere would come out, vote, and make him our presidential candidate: Aaliyah, pissin’ on 14 year old girls, the Jay-Z incident, the Trapped In The Closet series, the kiddie porn collection notwithstanding.

For those not in the know, notwithstanding is similar to saying “despite” or “in spite of” but it looks way better at the end of sentences than despite does. Despite would have been much better to put at the beginning of the list. At my job I do a lot of legal analysis. Dat very boring. The term notwithstanding has bothered me for years because I just can’t understand why anybody would use that when you can say “despite” or “in spite of”. Legal mumbo jumbo is the Brad Pitts.

I promise I’ll get back to the song in a second. Speaking of Brad Pitt, I saw Alexander last night for the first time (Angelina Jolie is in it, hence the connection to Brad Pitt; keep up graduate). I’ve seen some truly horrible movies in my lifetime, but that movie might have taken its rightful place at #2…right behind the worst movie I’ve ever seen in my life, Nurse Betty, and totally debo’n the previous #2 movie, Caveman’s Valentine. Fuckin’ horrible. And really, there was way too much man-on-man action going on in the movie. I understand authenticity for authenticity’s sake, but damn.

Moving on…

This song is catchy, like syphillis. That means its catchy in a bad way. Not catchy like a Love Jones which would be a good way. And that presents one major problem for black America. You see the song is called “Gorilla”. In said song entitled “Gorilla”, R. Kelly has a call and response part where he conjures up sounds of the gorilla, for which said tune is entitled “Gorilla”. What does that mean in the grand scheme of things you ask?

R. Kelly will have black people sounding like fuckin’ monkeys in the club.

Please re-read that statement.

I almost think this is some kind of getback to the black folks who turned their back on him, which wouldn’t be BET, the Congressional Black Caucus, or any other “important” black organization in this country.

R. Kelly (in his mind…and he’d have to think it since igmo can’t read that well and probably can’t write that well either): Since they turned on me, I’m gonna turn them into monkeys over a melodious track that they can’t help but move too. I shall call it “Gorilla” and to further denigrate them, I will make them listen to a rap verse by a member of The Laffy Taffy niggas AKA D4L. AND THEY WILL LIKE IT. *DEVILISH LAUGH AND GUFFAWAGE*

It is a sad day in Black America, when the man who pisses on little women ALSO makes us into monkeys at his whim.

His musical genius notwithstanding.

White America has won this battle (and war and contest and…well you get the point).

White America: 1 (more like infinity). Black People: 0

When you niggas wonder why white People start throwing bananas at us on busy streets in major cities, blame R. Kelly. Because you KNOW this shit will have a video…on MTV.

NEXT SONG:

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Heather Headley - “In My Mind” (

“Heather Headley’s song “In My Mind” is the worst written great song of the past 10 years. “ - Mr. Oh So Sexxy

I said that yesterday and I received an email asking me to explain this. This song has irked me for a good long while now. I’ve had this convesation with a few people actually and most people like it. I, on the other hand, both love and hate this song at the exact same time. Let’s delve, shall we?

Quite honestly, I’m not the most lyric oriented person on Earth. I spend more time focusing on the actual beats of music than I do the words. Destiny’s Child song, “Free” (to me one of the best songs released since 2000)? I didn’t even know what the song was about until a good week after hearing it. And I had probably heard it a good 100 or so times.

But every now and then, a song comes along where the concept is so good to me, often in its simplicty, that I have to listen because it’s captured my imagination. Such is the case with “In My Mind”. I absolutely love the concept and mostly because its so simple but completely relatable. Granted, its from a woman’s point of view but who can’t understand the sentiment. Her and her ex-man are broken up, but she can’t let go. In her mind, she is still his girl. We like to call that denial. However, it’s probably the most common element of any breakup. And trust me it goes both ways.

To me, this song’s concept is up there with the Temptations song “Just My Imagination” as songs that just seem to obvious to touch, but when somebody does, it seems poignant. That’s the reason that the Temps song is still one of their most popular today. Who can’t relate?

So what’s the problem with this song? Sad to say, the songwriting.

Verse 1:

Imagine seeing him on the town, holding another hand.
She’s staring me down so I figure that he told her who I am
But it don’t matter either way
what they do or say
’cause ain’t nothin’ changed
he’s standin with her
but his soul is callin’ out my name.

Chorus:

In my mind I’ll always be his lady.
In my mind I’ll always be his girl.
Only time will tell if I’m his lady
But in my mind I’ll always be his girl.

Verse 2:

Saw his momma just the other day
said he’d been through a spell (well, well)
had a bad breakup
thinks he’s on his way up
it’s hard to tell
She said i think it’d do some good
if you call him every now and then
you see he’s been through some things and
I’m thinking he could really use a friend

Now see, those lyrics aren’t bad per se. But here’s my problem. A while back, I was working on a song and the dude I’m working with was like, when you do this song, make sure that nobody feels like it could have been done better (something like that). And that’s my problem with this song. I want to write the thing over myself. Not so much the chorus, moreso the verses. I know most of us don’t pay much attention to stuff like that and just accept the songs as the final product and roll with them. But to me, it could have been so much better. She didn’t tap into her real feelings or anything, and its her song, so she’s entitled.

The chorus tells us that in her mind, she’ll always be his girl. Now I assume that means the woman for which his heart belongs since right before that she says “only time will tell if I’ll be his lady”. I suppose that means actually being together. Now, to me, that seems a tad heartwrenching. It speaks of unrequited love, and the spoken word poets have shown us how much that hurts.

But her verses don’t talk about that. They talk about ole boy being with somebody else and him having some problems in life. Maybe I’m being to technical here, but give me some of the emotions. He’s broken up now and you are thinking he could use a friend, so maybe you’re thinking you are getting another shot. But I don’t really know that and the emotions behind it all aren’t felt either.

See that’s my thing. Convince me. Convine me that you are in pain behind this. That is how the song would have been better. Or could have been. It’s okay as it is. But everytime I hear it, I just wish for more. And it has nothing to do with her singing, she sings her ass off on the song. And as pointed out to me by another of my boys, the way she sings the end…well, its moving.

But the songwriting…it just seems like it was a wasted opportunity. Good enough as opposed to great. And you can’t just go around wasting great concepts.

Unless you’re R. Kelly who will take a HORRIBLE concept and turn black people into monkeys. But who’s complaining? Probably nobody. Since Huey from Boondocks so eloquently stated to Tom DuBois as he was about to prosecute the R:

“You underestimate how much niggas love R. Kelly.”

And cut.

Quick Thought On A Tuesday…

…when I’m busting my ass at work like I’m a real employee.

Somebody must have told them wrong. Actually, somebody must have told me wrong since I’m up here working my ass off.

Anyway, a thought occured to me while watching television a few nights ago.

Before I get to that, have you been watching Grey’s Anatomy? I’m not usually into medical shows or anything but my little sister got me hooked around Christmas and I’ve been a fanatic ever since. Man, that’s a good show. Last night was the 2 hour season finale and it was great, but man, the prelude to the 2 hour season finale on Sunday? Geez Louise. That had me on the edge of my seat. I don’t know all the characters real names, but the chick that plays Izzie (sp?) seriously kicked up her Hollywood potential with her rendition of a schizophrenic, nucking-futs, over the top, love-struck, dumb-struck, dire-straits, reverse Florence Nightingale syndromed potential woman scorned.

Man, somebody needs to get her some more acting roles, STAT. If you haven’t seen it, somebody has that joint Tivo’d or DVR’d or for the archaics amongst us, VCR’d. That was good television.

Now back to my question. I was watching Bill Maher’s show on HBO on Sunday and I noticed that he had Cornel West, some politician-looking white guy (I can’t remember for the life of me who it was) and John Legend.

Yes, John Legend.

I watched part of the show and it got me to thinking…why in the hell do some of these entertainers agree to go on the show? For one, unless you are SERIOUSLY up on shit, you aren’t going to be able to get in any good arguments or anything worth debating edgewise. Regardless of your opinion of him, Bill Maher is sharp, and often times, so are his guests.

But sometimes, some of the entertainers he brings on don’t have jack shit to contribute. Such was the case with John Legend. This is not to say that these entertainers aren’t capable of gunnin’ with the politicians, political wonks, and policy analysts, but a lot of times, they just…

…can’t.

I remember Chris Rock was on there once and you could tell he was completely outgunned. As in didn’t have a single thing to offer. And I’m a huge fan of his, but the problem is that Bill Maher and his guests, more often than not, dig into the weeds on stuff and discuss shit that unless you read the Wall Street Journal, the New York Times, and any and all things coming out of Washington, you will have nothing to contribute and will just be sitting there nodding your head trying to keep up. I’ve seen it time and time again with entertainers. In fact, one of the few to go on the show that could not only keep up with the big dogs but put the big dogs on edge was, Ben Affleck.

I know, let that marinate. He isn’t the best actor, but he knows his politics. I have to give credit where credit is due.

So I just wonder, if you’re an entertainer that actually watches the show and you get asked to come on, and you arent so big into politics and the like, why in Sam Hill would you put yourself in a position to look like a deer caught in headlights? And I know a lot of these entertainers are smart, trust me I do. But it’s one thing to be smart, it’s a total different animal to attempt to get into a heated intellectual discourse with the most cynical, yet sharp man on TV this side of Jon Stewart. And most entertainers just aren’t that political. Puffy included. They are entertainers. We pay them to make us feel better about ourselves, not make us smarter.

Nobody wanted to hear Chris Rock say, “I”m just pissed that gas cost so much” the (at least) 10 times he said it.

Just a thought…but why walk into a gunfight with a slingshot and some split pea soup?

PlayStation: Heather Headley’s song “In My Mind” is the worst written great song of the past 10 years.

PS 2: Bill Cosby is at it again. At Spelman College (my favorite place) he told the women they need to take over since most black men are in jail. You have to love it when he shoots from the hip. Good times.

PS 3 (Coming Soon): This was way longer than it should have been. The sad part is that it took me like 8 minutes to come up with and type all of that. I really am longwinded. I’m also…well, you know the rest.

Hip-Hop Week: From The Bottom Of My Heart…

As much as I love hip-hop, I do recognize that it isn’t all rage for everybody. I also realize that despite some of the quality music, there are some very negative things that hip-hop is responsible for in regards to the black community and the world community as a whole. Now, I refuse to say that hip-hop is responsible for any real negativity in the black community as it gets into the chicken versus the egg thing that we are all so familiar with, so that’s not the direction I’m going.

Nope. I’m going here: it is my belief that there are some things that the hip-hop community should apologize to not only the black community but the world for, and I will take the first step.

10 Things For Which The Hip-Hop Community Should Make Amends

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1. Jim Jones

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again. Jim Jones is what is wrong with everything that happens in the black community. He is the biggest hater on Earth. He is also a horrible rapper, but then again, those come a dime a dozen nowadays. He’s part of one of the most obnoxious crews in rap history, The Diplomats and manages to even be obnoxious above and beyond Cam’ron.

I will admit that he can be quite entertaining. I remember a few years ago there was some video floating around of Cam’ron, Juelz, and Jim Jones in London where a drunk off his ass Jim Jones was HANDS-DOWN the most comedic sight I’d seen in years, but still…how can you hate on Jay-Z for wearing some sandals when you hang with a man who bought a Pink Hummer, and I’m not talking about a white girl.

Hip-hop needs to apologize for Jim Jones existence, because withough rap, he wouldn’t be who he is…internationally.

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2. The Throwback Jersey

Jerseys as a whole aren’t necessarily a bad thing, but the widespread influx of throwback jerseys that invaded the hip-hop and further black communities in like 2002-2004 was just bad. Hell, the entire young black community was running around looking like an intramural basketball league.

And it isn’t like they were cheap. Just ask me. Yes, I too fell victim to the scourge of the throwback purchasing at least 5 “throwback” jerseys at somewhere around $150 a pop.

Let’s not even talk about the horrible craptasticness that was the throwback jersey dress. Seriously, it was like the ideas we couldn’t quite get our system in the 1980’s came full circle. And you all remember how bad fashion was in the 80s.

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(iced out Jesus pieces? Good God.)

3. The term “bling-bling”

Oy vey. This is one of those hip-hop terms that invaded the world community that has gotten to the point where black folks almost cringe when hearing it. I know I do. I work with a bunch of white people. One day, a few months ago, there was a story in the New York Times that referenced “bling-bling” and my co-workers were confused as to what it was. Who did they ask? Yep, me. I wept for Africa when I explained the definition.

Street vendors ask you if you want some “bling”. Really corny white people use the term to show you they are cool. PARENTS of all races use the term to show their kids that they are cool. Of course they say the word “hip” which automatically reduces cool points to zero, but they try.

It’s everywhere and hip-hop needs to apologize for it. Unfortunately, the black community really is enamored with bling, so no apologies to the black community since even the most unapologetic hip-hop haters probably use that term since it does have a nice ring to it. And you know how we get about aesthetics.

Apologies to the white parents of suburban hipster kids who fall in love with rap and walk around their homes telling their parents to respect their bling, blingage, or any other variation of the term “bling-bling” are necessary.

I’m sorry white people.

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4. Marion “Suge” Knight

Hip-hop should apologize because Suge was allowed to be an integral figure in the black music world. And to this day, I still have absolutely no clue why. I mean, I know WHY he ended up being involved but how has he managed to be the black version of the Godfather? This man has his hand in so many shady dealings that you just have to wonder if everything negative that happens in the black Community that is rap-related can’t somehow be tied to him.

In fact…

…I blame Suge Knight for Jim Jones who I blame for everything that is wrong in the black community.

Unemployment? Suge and Jimmy. Murder? Suge and Jimmy. Pure unadulterated ignorance? Cam’ron…and by association, Suge and Jimmy.

I even blame them for Bush getting re-elected.

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5. Vanilla Ice

Does THIS even need an explanation?

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(just replace the white girl with a bandana wearing “thugged out” black dude)

6. Long Ass Dresses (AKA Tall T-Shirts)

First the D.L. book comes out, then this. Black “straight” men everywhere were running around wearing extra long t-shirts that looked like nightgowns. A gown by definition is a form of dress. And if it really isn’t, it is for my purposes.

Honestly, I don’t even understand this one. It was huge in Baltimore for some reason. And though I didn’t really see too many rappers wearing these in videos or anything, I will just assume that at some point that Cam’ron wore a tshirt that was a little bit too long, sparking a nationwide funboy trend of wearing tall tee’s.

You see, Jim Jones is responsible for this as well.

Are you noticing a trend here? Again, we need to apologize for Jim Jones. By the way, it’s rock ‘n roll month on vh1 and they are doing Behind The Music’s on all of the big heavy metal bands. It’s quite fascinating. You should check it out. You should also always wash your hands when exiting the bathroom.

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(can you feel, the love, tonight…)

7. Really bitchmade behavior that is supposed to be the anti-thesis of hip-hop

See: The Game, Mobb Deep, Ja Rule, 50 Cent

This might be having ramifications that are larger than we notice. If the kids look up to rappers, and the rappers are acting like, well, pussies, then our male offspring will beging to presumably act like pussies. Which could clearly explain the uber sensitivity that has been going around in the black community. The number one killer of black man is not diabetes, stroke, or heart disease.

It is lack of respect. The lack of respect is responsible for more murders in the black community than we can blame the CIA for. The assumption of lack of respect comes from the overabundance of sensitivity and instigators wanting to witness the sensitivity.

I’m just saying, we need to get this pussyasstactical manuevering in check before these rappers start wearing dresses and doing ballet.

Oh right, and then there was Prodigy. I guess his man love for 50 Cent has been in the makings for years, hasn’t it?

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8. Horrible and unintellible slang

See: too many examples to name

You know, I’m all for slang. In fact, I’m able to have full conversations in slang that are completely understandable to most of my peers who actually know black people. However, there are even points where slang goes to far in attempts to be…slang.

Take E-40 for instance. Why he is the noted hip-hop slangologist, I have no idea. Half the shit he comes up with sounds like pure shit to me. The best slang is obvious shit, not some over the top intentionally stupid shit like some of the stuff that comes out of the (Father forgive me), Bay area. It’s gotten to the point where even black people don’t know what the fuck anybody is talking about anymore.

Shababaloopie (or whatever the fuck its supposed to say), my ass.

See, when folks from Queens were making up shit, at the very least it wasn’t so much that you had to spend weeks trying to learn it. It all made sense in the context of sentences or verses. To understand some niggas, coughe-40cough and his coughbayareabredrencough, you need to take a damn class. I already have 2 degrees so fuck that very much.

Apologies are warranted.

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(just picture a black youth driving like a mad man up your street on one of those)

9. Those little motorcycles and ATV’s that niggas in my neighborhood ride around on major streets fucking up traffic and pissing off the police and my neighbors, I actually get a kick out of it

I’ll just blame Ruff Ryders for this one. I have no other justification. But let me think on this. DMX is a Ruff Ryder (no brokeback) and has worked with Swizz Beatz who has worked with Jay-Z who has worked with Kanye who has worked with Cam’ron who is homies with Jim Jones who is a Blood like The Game who works with Dr. Dre who used to be in cahoots with Suge Knight.

Badaboom badabing. Suge and Jimmy are responsible for this.

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10. Crunkjuice and Pimpjuice (and for kicks The Bishop Don Magic Juan)

Le sigh.

I don’t have so much beef with crunkjuice, but Pimpjuice? Well, that just takes the cake. The fact that this is available in stores just put the stamp on it. Pimps are so celebrated by hip-hop culture that only a rapper would think to make some shit called Pimpjuice. Or keep The Bishiop around as a “spiritual counselor”. I guess all the real bishops and reverends were busy when Snoop really needed some advice.

We need to apologize for creating the environment where Pimpjuice could be a viable product on the market. And for Nelly as a whole too, though I don’t hate him nearly as much as I used too. It got boring to hate him. Now I can just hate Jim Jones.

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These are some things that the hip-hop community owes apologies for. We have done some foul things to society, but these things take the cake.

This is my sorry for…2006.

Doesn’t quite rhyme does it?

This has been Hip-Hop Week at JGT. Thanks for sleepwalking and be on the lookout for more as the weeks go by. I actually have a lot of really good group ideas for posts, but they will take sometime.

I am hip-hop. (And sexxy).

Hip-Hop Week: 10 Favorite Hip-Hop Albums (#’s 5-1)

Welcome back to day 2 of the Panama Extravaganza that is the journey of my life. Man, that sounds so monumental doesn’t it?

Yes, it does.

We’re going to jump right into numbers 5 through 1 of Panama’s 10 Favorite hip hop albums.

For you boho’s that missed numbers 10 thru 6, please feel free to click here.

Onto the rest…

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5. Dr. Dre The Chronic (released 1992)

Where I First Heard It: There is a story behind this, but I this guy gave me this random mixtape he made back in like early 1993 and the song “Fuck With Dre Day” was on there. I remember popping in the tape on the bus on the way home. I must have rewound that tape way too many times because I ended up popping the tape ON THAT BUS RIDE home. I hated myself for a while, but he made me another copy.

Why I Love It: One of the most important part of any listening experience for me is the clarity and crispness of sound. I’m not a huge fan of gritty sounding music which is largely why I never really got into the Wu. Which means the Wu won’t show up on this list. The Chronic? One of the most beautiful sounding albums, from a technical sonic standpoint ever. It sounds as good now as it did then. There isn’t one bad song on the entire album. Even the song I like the least, “Little Ghetto Boy” knocks hard as hell. Plus it introduced us to Snoop Doggy Dogg. Even know, I’m amazed at how well put together the album is from the song sequencing to the quality of each song…hell even RBX sounds like somebody who’s album I’d buy after hearing him on this. I never did get an RBX album cuz he really did suck, but still. They don’t call this album a hip-hop classic for no reason. Plus, with the ignorance factor straight up on 10, with classic song “Bitches Ain’t Shit”, well, I was sold from day one.

Stand-Out Tracks: “Nothin’ But A G Thang”, “Bitches Ain’t Shit”, “Let Me Ride”, “Fuck With Dre Day”, “Rat-tat-tat-tat” (seriously, I play that song in my car JUST to hear the drums come in and I turn it up as loud as my car speakers can handle just to feel the impact)

The Chronic Related Story: I didn’t realize until the other day, but since middle school, I’ve been kind of able to get everything WAY earlier than everybody else music wise. I don’t know how I settled into the groove of being the guy who knows the right people to being the right guy in the first place. I get most albums a good two weeks early right now, and back in middle school, I always had stuff early. I was in Germany so we always got shit late, but I always knew the right people who would go back to the states and bring stuff back and they’d always make me tapes much like the dude did with the Chronic samples he put on the mixtape. However, there is one song I’ve been trying to find for something like 13 years now. I used to think it was by Above The Law, but I’m not sure…maybe it’s a remix to “Livin’ Like Hustlers” but the intro goes:

“four niggas up on a roof/gettin’ down just for the fuck of it/four niggas we’re on the move/nothing can stop us now…” which is clearly the rip from the Parliament Funkadelic, “One Nation” joint. If anybody can help me with that, I’ll give you my first child.

Another More Recent Chronic Related Story: I must be getting old, because I threw this CD into the car on Monday and was WAY to conscious of the profanity, even going so far as to turn the shit down at stop lights as to not offend anybody with my drug-induced, sex-crazed, profanity-laden music, which is SO not like I used to be. I wanted everybody to hear what the fuck I was listening too. I’m afraid. If I keep going at this rate (I do this with other albums too), I’ll be a Republican Right-wing Christian conservative by Christmas.

Hold me.

One Last Chronic Story: So, you know how I was getting shit early? Well, that translated into folks being somewhat impressed with my ability to memorize lyrics so quickly. I didn’t realize they didn’t know I was getting shit early. I thought everybody was. But I bought The Chronic album on the way to Italy for a week long trip with a group I was part of called Club Beyond, which was a religious based fellowship organization. Go figure. Anyway, I bought it, sans adult (federal laws my ass), and knew the words from the moment I popped it in. So many people were impressed with how quick I memorized the words, not knowing I’d had most of the album for months. See, I’ve been the sexxy choice for years. Non-sequitur? You bet your ass it is.

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4. Outkast ATLiens (released 1996)

Sorry T…not Aquemini here.

“fat titties turn to teardrops as fat ass turns to flab…growing old…” - “Growing Old”

Where I First Heard It: Though I was an Outkast fan from the first time I heard “Player’s Ball” nothing prepared me for hearing “Elevators” for the first time. I was sitting in the parking lot of K-Mart while one of my boys was robbing the joint. No lie. Not with gat in hand. He had a system, but I won’t go into that. Let’s just say I’ve been an accomlice more times in life than I care to share. Trust me. But I was sitting there and the song came on the radio and I lost my mind. That shit is STILL one of the songs I love the most EVER. I kept thinking, are them niggas playing ping-pong in the studio and threw the shit onto the song. ‘Kast fan cemented FO LIFE.

Why I Love It: I know Southernplaya… is most southerner’s favorite, and Aquemini gets all the acclaim, but ATLiens is the album I love the most hand’s down. Something about this album just gets into my soul. That’s the only word I can use to describe the album, soulful. More nuanced than Goodie Mob’s Soul Food, not quite as funky as Aquemini, and less street than Southernplaya…It was right there in the middle of all of those, and in some ways I think thats why I like it, because I am in the middle of all those things. You know, especially with me being a gangsta and all. The only song I don’t really like on this album is one of the albums most popular, “Jazzy Belle.” I’ve never liked that, but I still listen to it because it just meshes so well with the album. This is also the album where we all realized Dre was about to go to the moon, and he didn’t disappoint. He was on some next level shit here and I think I was probably going through my own growing finding phase and shit so it worked. Plus, I don’t know about your city, but this nigga Dre had EVERYBODY rockin’ them little old woman hair hats/turbins. That my friends, is influence.

Stand-Out Tracks: “Elevators”, “Babylon”, “Two Dope Boys In A Cadillac”, “ATLiens”, “Decatur Psalm”, “Mainstream”, “Growing Old”

ATLiens Related Story: For the longest time, this was the longest running debate between me and one of my boys Johnny Kwest, about which album was better, Southernplaya or ATLiens. We ultimately ended up just realizing that we would agree to disagree probably after a few years. I also think that is the point where I realized that me and this particular friend almost NEVER agree on songs or albums, but love all the same artists. It never fails. If I love a song on an album, he won’t like it as much, and vice versa. That’s how you know somebody is your boy, when you can tell them straight up every song they’ll like or album they’ll like from jump.

Also, that K-Mart that got robbed, well, let’s just say that our system included store employees. We were thorough.

Now, we’re getting to the cream of the crop. Are you experienced?

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3. Jay-Z Reasonable Doubt (released 1996)

Where I First Heard It: I remember when this album came out, but I didn’t actually hear until like a year later when I was at my sister’s apartment in Atlanta and she threw on “Can I Live”. And since I LOVE that Isaac Hayes sample so much, I was stuck. Then I started listening and was amazed at how well he was putting his puns and shit together. Im like, yo, dude is tight. My sister quickly turned to me and said the black national confirmation statement, “I tried to told ya.” My sister is going to come into this later because as far as rap goes, she’s really how I got into most of it. And she unknowingly put me onto the most important discovery of my life.

Why I Love It: Because there are only two songs that I don’t like on this album, one of which I don’t even really count as an album cut, “Ain’t No Nigga”. That is a throwaway “we need a single” track. Jay’s lyrical wizadry was on full display on this album. He’s still as witty and lyrical, but nowhere near like he was on this album. Smart business man that he is, he figured out how to make his flow equal dollars, and that wasn’t the Reasonable Doubt flow. Jay has so many one liners on this album, and this was before he started quoting Big in his rhymes. On the song “Brooklyn’s Finest”, good God, them two went at it . I just love the production, the wordplay, the wittiness, the raw discussions of the good life. Hell, he still has me convinced that in 1996, he was still spending money from 88…what! This is one of the most played albums in my entire CD collection. And it travels with me everywhere.

Stand-Out Tracks: “Dead Presidents”, “Can I Live”, “Feelin’ It”, “Coming of Age”, “Bring It On”, “Can’t Knock The Hustle”

Reasonable Doubt Storty: Though I give my sister credit for introducing me to Jay, that isn’t the whole truth. In high school, my boy Johnny Kwest (who is also the same dude I’ve been arguing about Outkast first two albums with for years) couldn’t quit talking about Jay Z. He’s been a fan since day one, for real. In our AP Calculus class, everyday this dude would tell me I needed to check for Jay and specifically “Politics As Usual”. That was his favorite song for a straight year, it seemed. I never did listen to the album during our senior year in high school and it was probably because my boy JK wouldn’t stop talking about it. Little did I know he was right. And to continue in our disagreement, Reasonable Doubt is my favorite, The Blueprint is his favorite, and we argue about that too. ALWAYS.

Just to add some backstory here, me and JK went to the same high school and pretty much had all of the same classes together in senior year because we were 2 of the 3 black students in all the AP classes, from Physics to Calculus to English. And we’ve been discussing, arguing, dissecting music since. I’m talking almost 10 years strong at this point. In fact, I’d say one of the strongest elements of bonding amongst all my boys is all of our sometimes obsessive love for music. It continued through Morehouse (we both went there and roomed together for almost the duration of our “matriculation” nwaefil.jpg

2. NWA EFIL4ZAGGIN (released 1991)

Where I First Heard It: So remember my sister put me onto Jay? Well, she unknowingly put me onto NWA as well. I used to sneak into her room and steal all of her tapes, make a copy, and then sneak them back in. I got quite good at it too. But one day, I wasn’t prepared for what I was about to hear. I put in the tape, and all the cussing and murdering and raping and I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. I got so scared that my mom was going to come in and beat my ass that I turned it down AS low as I could, closed my door, and fell in love with this album. I was like 12 and for a straight year, took this album with me everywhere, until The Chronic came out. And you know how that one went.

Why I Love It: To be quite honest, because it’s one of the most ignorantly constructed albums in history. But it’s also one of the most entertaining albums ever. People claim that Straight Outta Compton is a classic, and it is, but for three songs. Most people can’t even name another song off of that album outside of “Gangsta, Gangsta”, “Fuck Da Police,” and “Straight Outta Compton.” The production that Dre is known for now, started on EFIL4ZAGGIN. That is where he came into his own. The beats are so hot on this album you can’t help but to like them. And despite the utter impossibility of the lyrics, MC Ren stood out as one hell of a rapper. There is humor in the skits as well. Why they have a Motherfuckers Against Drunk Driving skit where they tell you to smoke weed instead is beyond me, especially since we now know you can run over little girls on bikes in busy intersections at fast food restaurants. This albums flows so well from the beginning and even underneath all of the violence and mayhem, does carry somewhat of a message, even if it does get lost. But hands down, this is, in my opinion, one of the best hip hop albums EVER. And I will stand by that. And it’s almost easy to get past the violence because most of it seems so ridiculously over the top, as opposed to on their first album where Cube dealt more with reality. Hell, on this album, Ren is talking about killilng millions of people. Yeah…right. Thing is, there ain’t even much drug talk on this album, it’s just murder and rape and overall female devaluation…and yes that’s ignorant and not exactly to be aspired too, but man, they made it sound so harmonious. Like I said, ignorance is my oyster. It’s as sonically sound as The Chronic, but way more entertaining. It is, a masterpiece.

Stand-Out Tracks: “Alwayz Into Something”, “Real Niggaz”, “Appetite For Destruction”, “She Swallowed It”, “Automobile”

EFIL4ZAGGIN Trivia: I remember when Life After Death came out and folks were so enthralled by Biggie’s singing on the song “Playa Hata”. Well, Eazy-E and them started that shit (maybe Biz did actually, but that’s neither here nor there). On this album, the song “Automobile” is NWA just singing their asses off about what they’d do with a chick in their automobiles. It’s a full 4 minutes song. You really should hear this song, it’s that bad, but its that funny. Me and my boy Tre, used to make up our own versions in high school.

NWA Related Story: I don’t know if I conveyd it properly uptop, but I was deathly afraid of my parents finding out I was listening to this album. I loved it so much, but I love my life more. My parents were pretty liberal on things and would often buy me albums with explicit lyrics (well, my dad would), but something about this album told me I was clearly crossing the line. Which always made me wonder…how in the FUCK did my sister get away with listening to all of the shit she was listening too? She put me onto 2 Live Crew, DJ Jimi, NWA, Ice T, and basically any hot new shit from the USA that one of her friends would bring back for her to listen too. She is also responsible for my first exposure to a porno flick. I walked in while her friends were watching one and they couldn’t kick me out because me and my other sister threatened to tell. We were 6. Talk about positive role models. I probably got exposed to everything my parents wanted to keep from me through her. See, that is how a sister is supposed to be, making sure you know the rest of the shit your parents ain’t telling you. I love my sister.

And finally, my favorite album of all time:

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1. De La Soul de la soul is dead (released 1991)

Where I First Heard It: On a bus trip somewhere, I think to Holiday Park or something, some field trip in 6th grade. A young lady friend of mine (this was in Germany by the way), had this tape that one of her cousins from the U.S. sent her. She let me listen to it and I liked it so much, I had to get my own copy. I think this came out in like May of 1991 so it was probably the last field trip of 6th grade. I sat next to her the whole trip. I think she caught a crush on me that day and I think I liked her too because she let me listen to her De La Soul tape for the whole day.

Why I Love It: Have you ever heard an album that you just have to listen to the whole way through? That is this album for me. I can’t skip around on it. It is one of two albums I will listen to straight through the entire way, with the other being #2. Even today, I marvel at Prince Paul’s production and how well he helped them put this album together. It goes from party songs to serious songs and is woven together perfectly with a skit of some kids listening and trying to determine how good it is, ultimately coming up with the notion that de la soul is dead, since their first album was so good, but this one was not. It’s a full fledged concept album taking on critics and all of the backlash they caught for just making happy music and their success with 3 Feet High and Rising. And they succeeded in their attempts. It had the uber popular, “A Roller Skating Jam Named Saturday”, but that isn’t even the best song on the album. And I honestly can’t think of a best song, I like the whole thing. I just enjoy this album immensely and any woman in my life must like it as well. NWA I can give a pass on, I mean its one of the least woman friendly albums ever, but this…is poetry in motion and a music masterpiece that doesn’t stray too far from the path, nor does it get limited by the bounds of happy rap. It is 4 fellows from Long Island trying to deal with success and coming up with one hell of a concept to do it. All they had to do was execute, and they exceed expectations. It’s one of the original 5 mic Source albums (back when they had credibility) and was critically acclaimed everywhere, and still is. Just didn’t sell worth a shit. Oh well, I love it.

Stand-Out Tracks: really the whole album but, “A Roller Skating Jam…”, “Pass The Peas”, “Let Me In”, “Oodles of O’s”, “Ring, Ring, Ring”

De La Soul Related Story: So I was like 11 or 12 in 6th grade. The girl who gave me the tape, ended up dating the guy who made me the mixtapes by the time we were in 8th grade. They dated for quite sometime, even taking the relationship back the U.S. with them when their parents got stationed back stateside. Well, in 1997, me and her magically found eachother in Atlanta again, through one of my sisters I think, and started dating. She was my first girlfriend in college as a matter of fact. I give credit to De La Soul for bringing us together. She also managed get “reacquainted” with the dude who made me the mixtapes while were dating of which she told me some 2 years later. She ALSO tried to holler at my boy JK to try to piss me off while we were in college. She also showed up at my house unannounced one day to tell me she was married and seemed VERY upset that I was happy for her recent marriage.

So you see, music can bring people together, tear people apart, and ultimately piss people off. It can also create the smallest circle of ridiculousness ever. Thank you De La Soul, for making so many great memories me and my friends can laugh at today.

Just like music…

By the way, this was a lot harder than you might thing. This may have been the most difficult thing I’ve done in my life, next to learning how to walk.

Hip-Hop Week: 10 Favorite Hip-Hop Albums (#’s 10-6)

Do you remember the first time you saw your first crush in life? Well I don’t. I don’t remember a lot of “firsts” in my life. In fact, for the most part, the most prominent firsts I remember in my life are the first time I heard certain albums or songs, etc.

You know, I have never really taken the time to think about how prominent a role music has played in my life until a few days ago. I guess since I grew up around so much music, between my dad and my real mother, that I never took the time to realize just how important it has been. I’m the guy who always has to have music playing be it in the car, or on a star, by the bay, or Ashenkashay, I do not like green eggs and ham…I’m Panama bitch.

But I digress.

I even need to hear music in order to concentrate. I can’t focus unless I have music playing in the background. I can’t sleep with music playing because I’ll just listen to it and not go to sleep. Though a few weeks ago, I did falll asleep while listening to De La Soul’s Stakes Is High album, but I’ll just assume that’s because I was tired and not because I think it sucks. Which I do.

And I’m a huge De La Soul fan.

All that to say that I’m going to list my 10 favorite hip-hop albums and explain why they are favorites and where I was when I first heard the album. These albums helped me become the music and rap lover that I am. There is only one album for which I can’t remember hearing it the first time and deeply troubles me. Oh well…fuck it. As usual, I’ll probably throw a few pesronal anecdotes in the middle.

And for you graduates out there, antidotes save people, anecdotes are stories.

Laugh now, but somebody doesn’t know what it means.

I was going to try to go in descending order, but truthfully, the only one’s that matter in order are numbers 1 and 2 for me. Everything else is just number 3. And I’d recommend all of these albums.

And since this is going to be long, I”m gonna do 10-6 today and 5-1 tomorrow.

Panama Jackson Presents Albums That Changed My Life (At Least for 10 Seconds)

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10. DJ Quik Safe + Sound (released 1995)

Where I First Heard It: During the summer at my mother’s house in West Bumblefuck, Michigan I’d often just spend hours listening to WJLB out of Detroit since birdcalling and throwing rocks got old really quickly. It was the main hiphop station and anybody from Detroit is familiar with it. Well, I heard the title track “Safe + Sound” and I knew I just had to have it.

Why I Love It: Anybody who knows me is aware that DJ Quik is my favorite rapper/producer from Cali. Hell, he had me wanting to be from Compton. Aside from the shitty ass “Justify My Thug” from Jay-Z’s The Black Album, I haven’t really not liked anything he’s done, and I blame Jay for picking that shit, not Quik for making it. From the very first time I heard “Sweet Black Pussy” off the Quik Is The Name album (I can also very vividly remember where I was the first time I heard that song), I was a fan. I was also 11. This album is the mos thugged out musical masterpiece I’ve ever heard. Quik had become way more of a musician by this album ( a trait that has probably cost him some fans over the years), and amidst his humor and violence and profanity (I love me some good ignorance) and all of the Blood related shit he was talking, I was sold. The album is just funky. Plus, I swear we have the same sense of humor.

Stand-Out Tracks: “Safe + Sound”, “This Is For The Hoe In You”, “Dollaz ‘N Sense”

Quick DJ Quik-Related Story: Not sure anybody remembers AMG from the early ’90s or not. But he used to run with DJ Quik. Anyway, he had the seminal classic song “Bitch Betta Have My Money”. I remember in like 91 or 92, I was on a bus trip to Holland (I was living in Germany then) and me and my friend decided to count all of the curse words in that song. I think we counted well over 200. Well, somebody told on us and we got jacked for my tape. The teacher took the tape and gave a copy of it to our parents. Let’s just say…I got my ass…BUSTED.

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9. Blackalicious Nia (released 2000)

Where I First Heard It: At the University of Maryland’s Adele H. Stamp Student Center in the bookstore at one of their listening stations in July of 2000. My life changed that day. It instantly became a favorite album of mine.

Why I Love It: Well for one, I just love the group name Blackalicious. That sounds like some shit I’d come up with. For two, it’s just a well produced and executed album. They’re from non-LA California and they have a sort of Native Tongues feel to them. The producer Chief Xcel put his foot into the beats and Gift of Gab, the lyricist, is one of my favorites. He has about a good million or so flows over the course of this album. It’s not an album full of violence, bitches, or drugs. It’s a thinking man’s album, so to speak, except it doesn’t come off corny or preachy, unlike their last album which I think sucks more ass than Janet Jacme. It’s not an album for everybody as I know lots of folks who pretty much don’t like them in the slightest, but it’s a classic to me. Even HipHopSite gave it a classic rating (which is why I thought to listen to the album in the first place). I just really love this group and especially this album. I’ll check for anything they do just because of it.

Stand-Out Tracks: “Shallow Days”, “A to G”, “Sleep”

Blackalicious Related Trivia: A lot of people probably think they’ve never heard of Blackalicious or heard any songs by them. Not true. If you’re a black person, you’ve seen Brown Sugar and at least three of their songs are very prominently displayed in that movie. 1) When Taye Diggs gets out of the cab that Mos Def is driving and he starts walking and looking at the kids playing in the park and reminisces about the “good old days” the song “Make You Feel That Way” is playing; 2) At the housewarming/engagement/whatever party Sanaa Lathan was having where Boris proposed, the song playing in the background is “It’s Going Down”; and 3) The song that begins playing when Taye Diggs and Mos Def get to Hot 97 as he finally asks her out is “Day One”. All three songs are on the Blazing Arrow album, which is criminally overlooked as a great album. That last song took me a good month to remember what album that song was on since they play the part the version sans lyrics.

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8. Goodie Mob Soul Food (released 1995)

“…bumpin’ Goodie Mob Soul Food number 4…” T.I. “Top Back” King

Where I First Heard It: I actually heard snippets of this album before I heard the whole thing because one of my boy’s brothers in high school worked at LaFace in Atlanta for a summer or something and got some stolen copy of the sampler a good 6 months before their album dropped. I was driving around Huntsville as the only cat who had parts of Soul Food and turned EVERYBODY onto the shit. Folks were hating at first on the Mob, but when the album dropped, every body was on their nuts. But I heard the snippets at my boys house right before his brother gave me the tape since he hated it. It felt like Christmas.

Why I Love It: These were some of the grittiest niggas on the planet. Plus they coined the phrase Dirty South (Soul Food, track #4), which is still riding strong to this day. To this day I’m still scared of Khujo because he seemed like the angriest nigga live. Ice Cube had nothing on Khujo Goodie. I got his autograph once and I was afraid to ask him for it. This album is just very straight forward and has some of the best of the Orangized Noise production work of any album. Gritty but soulful, powerful but not abrasive. Plus these dudes were spitting some real shit. I don’t think there’s a single punchline on the whole album. Just honest straight forward spittin. They were talking about life and how fucked up it can be. And I loved it. And the song “Soul Food” is one of the best southern songs ever made. I will stand by that statement forever. Oh yeah, and I HATE HATE HATE T-Mo Goodie, though I know a lot of people love his ass. Everytime he says “coming up in this life of crime” (which he says on like 4 songs) I just want to stab Bob Barker. And for some reason, the song “The Day After” always makes me sentimental. I just get swept away listening to it. And I’m still a manly man bitches.

Stand-Out Tracks: “Soul Food”, “Cell Therapy”, “Dirty South”, “Thought Process (classic Dre, not Andre 3000 verse)”, “The Day After”

Goodie Mob Related Story: I remember in my Biology class at Morehouse a full fledged argument broke out, which completely disrupted the class, between two dudes arguing over which album was better, Soul Food or Still Standing. And when I say argument, I mean as in a fight might break out. THAT is how you know you make poweful music. When niggas will potentially forego their education to make sure you understand the passion they feel about their favorite albums. College can’t be what it used to be.

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7. A Tribe Called Quest Midnight Marauders (released 1993)

Where I First Heard It: This is the album I can’t remember first hearing, probably cuz I really got into Tribe late. So I’ll assume from my boy Johnny Kwest going thru his CD’s at our apartment in college. So maybe a good 7 years late.

Why I Love It: I have no excuse for getting into Midnight Marauders late. Especially since I was a big fan of “Scenario” from The Low End Theory. I just never really liked Tribe like that. I hated “Check The Rhyme” with the passion of Mel Gibson and “Bonita Appebum”, eh, I’ll pass. But when I heard “Electric Relaxation” I was done. Then I got the album and the shit bangs from start to finish. How ANYBODY thinks Tribe’s first two albums are better than this is beyond me. In fact, if you think that, you are wrong. Period. And your opinion on hiphop just may become moot to me. The beats bang, the production is just better, its just a better album. Period. Any true hiphop fan needs this in their catalog.

Stand-Out Tracks: “Electric Relaxation”, “Sucka Nigga”, “We Can Get Down”, “Clap Your Hands”, “Award Tour”, fuck it, the whole thing

ATCQ Realization: I know why I got on Tribe late. During their heyday, I was HEAVY into the West Coast. From Ice Cube to NWA to DJ Quik to Snoop to the DOC to Above The Law, if it wasn’t the West Coast during this time, I probably wasn’t listening. Hell I paid 25 bucks like a year ago for an album by a nigga named Lil Half Dead from Long Beach that I had the tape of (and lost) in like 1994. And he is the WORST rapper ever, but his beats were hot as hell. Wesssssssssyde.

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6. Ice Cube Death Certificate (released 1991)

Where I First Heard It: On the Strasse (German subway) heading to school in 6th grade. I heard the “Giving Up The Nappy Dugout” cuz one of my friends had the tape. I was SOLD.

Why I Love It: I’ve always loved Ice Cube. I mean, he was the Angriest Nigga Alive until like 1993, and then in 1995 Khujo Goodie took over (see #8). Arguably AmeriKKKa’s Most Wanted is a better album, but this joint just bangs from start to finish. He was going for the top spot with this album and he clinched it. The production was great, Cube was still a good rapper, and amidst the street stories he would throw in some funny ass songs, like “Giving Up The Nappy Dugout”, a nice euphemism for the poonany. (You remember MC Brains?) Anyway, Cube just had a way with the rhymes back then and this album fully illustrated it. He could get political, racial, discuss STD’s, get ignorant…he just ran the gamut. He also had one of the best diss tracks to come out of the whole NWA/Ice Cube feud with “No Vaseline”. And for that I appreciate him. At least I did because now I never want to hear him rap again. EVER.

“I’ll never have dinner with the President…” - Ice Cube, 1991, “No Vaseline”

Why would I not be surprised to see his ass sitting up at the White House nowadays with George Bush sipping tea? Oh how the mighty have fallen. Not that they’d see eye to eye, but Bush might give him some award for his humanitarian efforts and thank him for not rapping anymore.

Stand-Out Tracks: “Steady Mobbin’”, “The Wrong Nigga To Fuck Wit”, “No Vaseline”

Ice Cube Related Story: Last summer, I was driving a friend of mine to work in the morning and I was playing Death Certificate. My friend, who is black, after listening to a few songs was like, “damn, I can see why white people were afraid of him. I’m afraid of him after listening to this.” She then realized it was Ice Cube and now he makes movies like Are We There Yet? She is no longer scared. Anytime an album can make you feel like a white person, that is some powerful music.

Tomorrow: #s 1-5

Hip-Hop Week: How To Be A Fan 101 (Assuming You’ve Never Heard of Juelz Santana)

Welcome, everybody, to hiphop week here at Jackson G. Tickle Enterprises. Because I am the master of my domain (that’s kind of funny if you think about it since I do indeed own this here domain and could be called Master…blaster…that’s some hiphop for that ass), I have decided that this entire week will be devoted to albums that changed my life, the culture, the people involved, and just all things hippety hoppity in nature.

First up, I’d bequeath you to venture over to The Champ aka D.Young’s site to witness the full scale ethering that has occurred. ANOTHER dumb fuck has gone and stolen blog entries from yours truly and D.Young and Brutha Code and Leon, etc. Why these ignant niggas don’t catch a clue I have no idea. I was going to son his ass over here today as well but el pussolito took down his site since, of course, he read D.Young’s site looking for something else to jack overnight and Poof the Magic Gila Monster, it’s magically gone.

Since Jason C. will no doubt read this at some point, I would like to say that I have to at least give you some credit bucko. I give you props for creating misspellings in my shit and adding your own little spin to or changing up sentences. Congratulations, you went from riding the bench on the AAU All-Pussy team to being a starter.

You remember Starter jackets? Hang yourself with one.

Unfortunately you’re a bitch and your momma should be disappointed in you. In fact, she should hate you. But thanks for the compliment of jacking my shit.

*****

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Are you a school teacher and can’t understand why your students misspell simple words such as “them” or “the” and would like to understand how to better relate and you refuse to accept Ebonics?

Do you want to know why when answering a yes or no question, your students inexplicably always yell out “YEAAAAH!” at the top of their lungs? Or constantly question you by saying “WHAAAAAT?!” over and over?

Have you been trying to figure out just what kind of animal a Young Jeezy is since you can’t find a regular Jeezy in your state-sanctioned biology textbooks but are afraid to ask your students because you really should know?

Well fret not. The Tickle Academy is here to provide a quick tutorial for all of the white, black, yellow, and brown people who are so out of touch with the current hiphop trends that they didn’t know that “crunk” was not the past participle of crank.

We at The Tickle Academy strive for the ultimate in the education experience. Our motto? We learn you bitches good!

[***DISCLAIMER: This tutorial will not be about your daddy's hip-hop and its for the totally oblivious. This is about becoming a part of today's hiphop scene. Welcome to the first day of the rest of your life. ***]

Welcome to hip-hop.

Step 1: Go To Your Local Ghetto and buy a Mixtape, Preferably from the G-Unit or Diplomats (Ask the African selling them who is who and try not to look too oblivious or you will end up paying 20 dollars for a 2 dollar mixtape).

There is no better place to start your hiphop experience than the modern day crapfest that are mixtapes. Plus, with this you can kill two birds with one stone. You see, mixtapes are easily downloadable from the internet, but you need to understand the place the mixtapes come from. Though more times than not, if you’re students constantly misspell “them” and “the” you just might working in the ghetto anyway, in which case, head to the internet and find a mixtape with some completely idiotic looking black man on the front usually flanked by lots of things he cannot afford. Look specially for tapes by some fellow who goes by the name of 50 Cent or a fellow who will probably be wearing lots of fur and shorts by the name of Cam’ron.

Why mixtapes? Well, mixtapes provide you the latest in what’s going on in modern day hiphop complete with the totally asinine niggas yelling over everysong and lackluster lyrical performances. Since rap really isn’t what it used to be anyway, the mixtape is the best place to see the very thing that is wrong with rap, aside from the exploitation of the industry. You see, today…

…rappers suck ass.

But alas, mixtapes provide lessons in slanguage, drug acumen, the federal penal code, and strip club etiquette. It is here that you will find out why your kids seem to be so good at moving the decimal in math, i.e. moving from kilo grams to milli grams, and going from ounces to pounds, but totally suck at English since they can’t seem to quite grasp that the concept that the proper way to say (and write) “hello” is not “What it do? What tha bizness is?”

Step 2: Venture to MTVJams.

It is very important to understand why the little girls at your school dress like hookers. Or why the young me dress like they’re parents don’t love them. Unfortunately, rappers are role models. Therefore it is important to watch some of rappers are doing since these will inevitably shape the trends your children see.

On the offchance that you see Shawnna’s video for “Gettin’ Some” and you have no clue what the hell she is “getting”…it is head. Head as in female fellatio. As in ticklin’ the clitlin’. Feel free to send any and all of your children to the principal’s office if they start singin’ that song in class. It is obscene.

Step 3: After you listen to the mixtapes and watch the videos, you will need a translator.

This may be the most important step. Reason being, just because you hear them doesn’t mean you understand one iota of what the helly they are saying. For instance, it is wholly possible that you have heard a few of your students telling the other students to “go dumb” or “go stupid” and you probably thought they were being unnecessarily rude. In fact, they were encouraging the other students to exercise as “going dumb” is a dance “craze” in the Bay area where folks basically just lose it and go gyrationistic and get “hyphy” which also means to “go dumb”.

But how would you know that?

Get a translator. Just pay some kid to shut up and explain the shit to you. Try not to sleep with said student if you’re a woman or you might end up on TV and then jail with a bunch of women who speak slang and won’t really be concerned if you don’t understand it.

Step 4: Go buy a hiphop magazine, preferably a XXL or a Vibe.

Now I particularly hate both of those magazines but they are pretty elementary so reading them should be a breeze. Other magazines are way better but they would require you to have some knowledge of something other than the ability to read. XXL or Vibe…do not. So, buy these magazines and skip about 80 pages to get past the ads that run rampant and read about your students favorite rappers du jour since the same rappers grace the covers of these magazines ad nauseum. Read about all of the drugs they sold and how they were just that nice with the microphone that they couldn’t not rap and get their boys out the hood. Also understand this, rappers have some strange names. Busta Rhymes is a person, not an action. I mean, it is an action, but in most cases its a person. And yes, even in rap, a man named Puffy can be somebody or a femininely named fellow named Suge Knight can be the most feared man in the industry. From jail.

Also recognize that a lot of these people are solely popular in the black world as Ted Turner probably has no idea who Suge Knight is.

He also doesn’t care.

And finally…

Step 5: Watch BET for no longer than 15 minutes at a time as the content will be offensive and you may get dumber.

This is the ultimate step for you. After having scoured mixtapes, videos, and magazines, its time to see if you can understand what goes on at the one place where all of that useless knowledge is, well, useful…BET. If you can watch BET, especially 106&Park and understand the hosts who say “that’s what’s up” entirely WAY too many times and you know what they mean; or you can watch Lil Kim’s “Going To Jail” special (why ANYBODY would want to chronicle somebody’s quest for jail is beyond me) and you undestand what the pint-sized violationist vixen is saying; or further, you understand, empathize, and decide that the whole Stop Snitchin’ campaign is totally and unavoidably necessary….well…

…then you have arrived.

You are now ready to take your knowledge into the classroom and the streets and show the little bastards who think they can run over you since you are so detached that you are down with Duke Da God. That you love Cam’ron and his intricate wordplay.

That Young Jeezy does indeed have a movement, not an album and every true nigga needs some Thug Motivation.

Welcome to the wonderful world of hip-hop 2006.

It is now and will be forever more that:

“Life ain’t nothing but bitches and money…”

Thank you for visiting and learning with The Tickle Academy.