Another week another playlist, enjoy!


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Message: Don’t come anywhere near death in the hood.
Why? Because them people ain’t comin’ to save you.
As I am bending the corner back to the lab after a short trip to the grocers, an old timer sitting in a chair collapses to the pavement. “Curtis!” Some of the neighbourhood corner fixtures yell to him. To no avail, Curtis is not stirred. An older clock jumps to attempt cardio-pulmonary resuscitation and el viejo manages to cough up some mucous. Cell phones at the ready, some folks start to call them three digits. Noticing we are directly across the street from a fire station, I drop my bags and scurry across the street without a glance in either direction. I bangs on the front door and within minutes someone comes down. I run it down as best I can and unflinchingly this ass-hat starts asking me the usually inconsequential questions. “Is this a relative?” Yes it’s my great uncle ruckus, I begin to quip. Instead I just insist they hurry, pivot and scoot.
I cross the street again. Let the askers know I alerted the emergency workers. Five minutes pass and not an ant’s fart can be detected from the firehouse. Another gentleman of a certain age crosses the street to alert them to the emergency situation. He eventually has to go to the door a second time and still, not a peep from “emergency response.”
15 minutes have now passed and a door to the garage opens. About a minute after that two cats emerge, strolling leisurely of course. And of all things, these two ass-wipes emergency professionals are laughing to each other. Joking. Shortly after they matriculate across the road, Mutt and Jeff follow up behind- doing what? You guessed it giggling like ninnies. 3/4 of the way across the street one of them gives us a customary shuffling of the feet, a distant cousin of the trot.
Wish someone had told us what was so damn funny. I mean I like jokes. I love to laugh. Genereally not when someone lay dying 15yards away from me and waiting on my assistance, but hey- to each his/her own.
As the crowd began to dissipate I could not help but remark the difference in response time to this medical emergency and the speed and efficiency when the narcs or jump-outs raid the corner. I mean, I’ve seen it at least four times in the last 60 days and would have witnessed one more had I not turned my to someone I thought called my name. Word to the old Flava Flav.
When you hear “after these messages,” do you think (like I do), “we’ll be right back!”? If so, I wonder if the quote above, used by our friends at the after these messages blog to describe the site and its editors, is intended to carry us forward without shame of how we come into our own authenticity. Or, rather, do AFTM editors want to take us “right back” to hip-hop’s foundation: sampling. If I remix it, does it make it minez?
Then I got HOV’s “What More Can I Say” lyrics stuck in my head. Jay rhymes, “They don’t…paint pictures/They just trace me/You know what/Soon they forget who they plucked/They whole style from/And try to reverse the outcome/I’m like…HUH?!.” Here, Jay is accusing other rappers of “tracing” his rhymes, or biting his style instead of coming with something original. That’s cool, we hear that. But then, he follows with some self-defense after his offensive attack: “I’m not a biter/I’m a writer/For myself and others/I say a B.I.G. verse/I’m only biggin up my brother.”
Holllll’ up! So, when JAY says a B.I.G. verse, it’s OK because HE is biggin’ up his brother, right? THAT’s not biting, ya’ll. Do you see what I did there? I was just lettin’ ya’ll know that when I rhyme, I’m paying hommage. Ya’ll are just imitating my god-like flow! Cut it out!
Today, I’m wondering, how much room for “original” thought, intellectual property and creativity is there? Are we all just “biggin’ up” our respective influences, or is it possible to be completely original, as the quote above suggests is impossible? Who are you “stealing” from? Do they deserve a nod?
I want to say thanks to Erin at after these messages for giving me food for thought today. I’m still reeling from Dwayne Betts’ piece on The Tragedy of Biggie and Pac, which I read as in meditation yesterday. The world stood still for ten whole minutes. When is the last time a blog post did that for you?
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Can you hear me now? Good.
“These niggaz ain’t thugs, the real thugs is the government.” ~ Talib Kweli, Reflection Eternal
TECHNOLOGY UPDATE FROM A NON-TECHIE. Early termination fees? No, thank you.
Generally speaking, I’m a pretty upstanding citizen. I don’t advocate taking down The Man or bucking the system. I will soon have two higher education degrees and I pay my bills on time . . . most of the time. I brush my teeth, I help blind people cross the street, I tell my family and my partner that I love them. Did I mention that I usually pay my bills on time?
This becomes relevant because this month, I decided to break free from this upstanding citizenship that has gotten me nothing but robbed for the last undisclosed number of months (too many, if you ask me) from a company I’ll refer not-so-discreetly to as VzN. But, I’m not the only one questioning these crooks. Apparently, the LA Times and the FCC have a question mark about them, too. The FCC is asking major telcomms to break it down: why the early termination fees, yo?
Personally, I signed up for a $59.99/month plan for an air card that allowed me to have Internet anywhere by just plugging the thing into my USB port. Sounded sweet. And for awhile, it was! My air card and I lived happily around the country, getting reception wherever we pleased. But then, “..a DJ changed my life!” and my techie partner was using more Internet when we shared a computer than I ever had as a two-click Sally (I essentially use Microsoft Office and the Internet. I’m that basic of a computer user) and the fees tripled. They hit me with $160 in overusage fees for three consecutive months! I, the faithful consumer, paid without question. Translation: the stupid, uninquiring consumer. When I called to investigate, their “courtesy” to me was to drop the charges down a bit (if I had ID, I wouldn’t need ID — or, if VzN HAD my back, I wouldn’t need to ASK them to have my back).
The icing on my bank account came this month, though, when they charged me…DRUMROLLLL!!!!
$850 in overages.
Technically, I think I could just leave the blog entry there and anyone reading would quickly terminate his/her VzN services immediately. But, if I did, I’d be leaving out the sprinkles on TOP of the financial icing, which is that VzN also wants me to give them $90 for canceling. The NERVE of the routine question that followed, “Ma’am, I understand that you’ll be canceling your services today. May I inquire as to why you will be leaving the company?” My face the color of a beet and 20 halved pens brutalized by my clamping teeth, I asked, “If your cell phone company charged you 800 times more than your monthly bill, would you change companies?”
Just when you thought it couldn’t get any worse…here’s the craziest thing I’ve heard all day. The folks at Google and T-Mobile, treacherous team of two that they are, want you to pay $550 ($350 to Google and $200 to T-Mobile) for Early Termination Fees (ETFs). I really hope you didn’t buy that Nexus thingie. I thought I had it bad!
I’m going to start saving all the money my old tech provider has been stealing from charging me today and invest that, plus the money I’ll save only drinking water (check the next post), in something worthwhile . . . like clean drinking water for our friends in Uganda or community development and women’s empowerment in my mom’s home country, Burma.
What would you do with $199 USD? My good friend, Dr. Kyra Gaunt, explores that here:
Nokia Responsiveness – Kyra Gaunt
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One of the lone benefits of snow doom that has visited us was this new MF release I stumbled upon. OR so I thought and was led to believe by a fellow dj friend of mine. I could easily see this Willie Evans Jr., as another of Daniel Dumile’s alt-egos. It sounded more King Geedorah than MF or Viktor Vaughn. Detox’ll help you with your rhyme flow and your beat box, so I just thought the Villain had laid off the trees and quiet beverages for a few months.
Feeling like I just came up on that NEW NEW, I couldn’t wait to let my circle know ‘ya’ll ain’t up on that new DOOM.’ They all wanted links. I wasn’t comin’ up off my new score that quickly. They were gonna have to wait this one out a few. I just knew the blog world wasn’t up on this dew dew about to drop.
Finally made it out of the City of Brotherly Love on Wednesday morning. Train is always the preferred mode of travel. And as we pull into Union Station, the city looks like Moscow with the white-out conditions, I decide to make sure the blogosphere hasn’t outed my surprise yet. BLAOW! Not only does the internets know my secret, they also know that Willie Evans Jr. has nothing to do with the former KMD front man, Zev Love X, now DOOM. I don’t know whether to be blown, or discredit the new to me emcee for sounding too much like Metal Fingers. But in the end, I gave up the props. Handling production and rhyming on his debut Communication, money came off [||]. Peep the opening and title track, the latter featuring Mr. Lif, below.
The Setup:
Chess is played on a square board of eight rows (called ranks and denoted with numbers 1 to 8 ) and eight columns (called files and denoted with letters a to h) of squares. The colors of the sixty-four squares alternate and are referred to as “light squares” and “dark squares”. The chessboard is placed with a light square at the right hand end of the rank nearest to each player. The pieces are divided, by convention, into white and black sets. The players are referred to as “White” and “Black”, and each begins the game with sixteen pieces of the specified color. These consist of one king, one queen, two rooks, two bishops, two knights and eight pawns.
(Opening)
2008 and 2009 seemed to not only be great years in the history of American electoral politics, but a break out year for hip-hop activism. I think 2008-2009 marks the official graduation of hip-hop from college. In the mid to early 90’s due to the efforts of students like Yvonne Bynoe and Timothy Jones at Howard University, hip-hop invaded campuses all over America with opportunities for emerging scholars, artists and activists to begin the process of bringing hip-hop discussions out of college dorm rooms, dinning halls and athletic locker rooms into classrooms. It was the work of pioneer scholars and artists like Nelson George and Tricia Rose that made it possible for hip-hop to be brought into classrooms and became the subject of countless syllabi, discussion groups and research papers.
Many thanks to those who labored under insurmountable burden of convincing dismissive elders and peers of the power of hip-hop to transform university classrooms. In far to many instances, elders of a previous set of generations still do chart the direction of most African American studies and Africana studies departments around the country, but even that is changing. Thank to curators like Kevin Powel for his groundbreaking instillation at the Brooklyn Museum. It was the actions of these pioneers that elevated hip-hop to not only study, but to preservation in museums, websites and publications the world over. It was their labor that made a way for Dr. Jared Ball, Jeff Chang, OG and so many next generation scholars, who have taken the helm of hip-hop scholarship back to its Black Arts Movement and Harlem Renaissance roots of art to elevate, promote change and in some instances work to radically undermine the power of empire.
(The Middle Game)
Today, hip-hop has come back to the community, back to the parks, recreation centers and primary schools. A new generation is doing the work of promoting love, peace, happiness and having fun. A generation for whom food, clothing and shelter are more than a sacred trinity, but rather the foundation for any just society. It is this trinity that paves the way for freedom, justice and equality.
Literally, hip-hops’ second and third generation, are moving beyond the conscious label to describe themselves as balanced, and the music that they love is more than awake, aware or conscious, it is balanced. Interestingly enough, the inspiration for this introduction was a series of questions posed to me by a pioneering funder called Zero Divide. I along with a roster of artists, activist and scholars with far more extensive credentials that I, were asked about how to engage the hip-hop generations in electoral politics. How do we? How can they? What do they use? What do they need? Balance seemed to be my answer to all those questions.
It was for the first time in my career as an employer and visionary leader that I finally saw what is really happening in full bloom. This current generation of hip-hop activists, social entrepreneurs and non profit leaders are not working to take the place of a civil right generation. We see through their vain attempt to sell themselves as the leaders of our communities, well past their prime, now we are building what we see as absent and necessary. We are taking the best of the methods of our mothers and grandfathers to build the next phase of the movement.
(End Game)
We have learned from the Panther, and the Civil Rights Generation, baby boomers, the women’s movement and the womanist movement. We are trying to build organizations that reflect the diversity of opinions and approaches found in our community. We are not trying to take the torch from our elders. It seems that their graves will be in need of light, so we are becoming blacksmiths and lumberjacks, smelting steel and shaping wood to create the torches that will light our way.
Me working at a hip-hop non-profit and all, its sort of a requirement that I like rap music. However, I happen to LOVE rap music. I pride myself on being happening in the streets and whatnot, so to help those who don’t have the luxury of listening to the latest and greatest rappin jams on a daily basis, I will be creating a playlist of what I’m listening to every week. Enjoy!

This was drafted some time ago. It previously appeared on a now defunct site. A poor was to establish a new blog, but indicative of where this space will go – tackling genre’s, regional rap, and my favorite albums.
Much of my teen years were spent traversing a rough square from Mr. Bongo’s on Portland Street to Deal Real Records on Noel. A stop at Dark N Cold, tucked on D’Arbly about a block east of Blackmarket, rounded out the walk and together the three shops formed a living, breathing textbook on British rap music. Between the years 1996 and ’99 I found myself meeting members of 57th Dynasty, the turntablist Mr. Thing and the always entertaining Skinny Man. There were others, many to be fair, and each day brought more attention to a vibrant and bubbling scene resolute in its independence and eager for acceptance.
Rap, by nature, is rather ephemeral. Punch lines are driven by popular culture reference, immediacy privileged over lasting memory. There are times, clearly, where rap produces endearing, long lasting music, yet for the most part the hinges on a short burst collection of hits that captures attention for a few short weeks or months. The period of 96-99 had its great share of these tracks, but was capped by NEW MIC ORDER.
Partnering the duo Task Force, made up of brothers Chester P and Farma G, with producer/beat maker Mark B, New Mic Order, was released by Mark’s K-Boro imprint in the summer of ’99. Over eight full tracks, and a extended interlude, the brothers deliver a manifesto on the state of British rap. Chester and Farma are joined by short term collaborator Eno Red Rum, and MudFam bredren Skinny Man.
My introduction to Task Force had come via DJ Disorda’s mixtapes and PA tapes from the MUDLUMZ nights at Camden Lock. The recordings were largely informal. Chester P freestyles, enthralling as they were, did not prepare for the range of material on the album. The battle tracks were a given, but the intricate story telling and the introduction of a uniquely Task Force “day dream” style (more on this below) were unexpected. The breadth of style, approach and intent making New Mic Order .
Prior to New Mic Order, Mark B cut his chops working with DJ Vadim, and released the Hit Men For Hire LP in collaboration with rapper Blade. The backdrop he created for New Mic Order is fairly simple. Well paced drums and keys and sonic elements that assist in setting the perfect scene for a song’s content. As the record jacket suggest, Mark is presenting the MCs, and he provides a balanced theater for their performance.
Outdoing the competition plays a large role in the play. Chester, long noted for his freestyle and battle supremacy, there is not a single album or EP in the Task Force catalog that fails to have him flex competitive muscle. “The Lowdown Showdown,” “Brother’s McBane, “One Step Ahead,” all place the team at the pinnacle of raps competitive range. “Force the Resistance,” remains my personal favorite of the battle tracks on the record. Apart from the most winning quips, there is an underlying message that hip-hop is not about look, but spirit. A valuable reminder, and key to a UK scene that was populated, then and now, but a strong variety of characters.
Chester ends “Brothers McBane,” giving shine to the UKs biggest names. From his crew, the Mudlumz, to Bristol’s Aspects, few of the major figures in the scene are missed. His list is a past, present and future of UK rap, fitting on an album that pushes to promote true hip-hop values and make a call to arms for the UK scene.
What shines throughout the record is a reverence for all elements of hip-hop culture. Breakers, taggers, DJs and MCs all co-exist in Task Force’s world, none privileged over any other. This is testament to two things. The first, the brothers own upbringing in the culture. Having been members of Mudlumz and the Bury Crew, they are aware of the importance of mentors and learning the ropes. Why is this important? Because, in my mind, this aspect of hip-hop culture began to wain with the commercialization of the music. The dissolving of some of the core characteristics of early and roots hip-hop forms the catalyst for the New York rap “Renaissance” of the mid-late ‘90s, and Cincinnati’s Scribblejam. The London scene of that era mirrors American underground (sometimes in pure imitation, which I do not wish to get into here), with the elements consciously mingling.
Graffiti gets the most overt love of any of the elements (obviously, they are MCs so to say MCing gets the MOST love is a give). On New Mic Order, the brothers shift from an extended shout to London graf writers (“Writer’s Bench”) to a tale of a night’s painting. The sound of shaking can’s pepper the beat, as Chester and Farma prepare, embark and end a night of less than completely successful bombing. The honesty of their stories tempers the braggadocio of the battle raps. This approach has become something of a TASK FORCE hallmark, the songs from New Mic Order foreshadowing future efforts of social reality raps.
“Crime Waves,” most explicitly showcases the TASK FORCE method; clear, simple tales unhindered from the celebratory nature that plagues much of mainstream rap. Chester and Farma engage in simple crime, robbing a house, they are largely unsuccessful (they are, in fact, arrested), and despite the story being personal in nature, it speaks to a universal truth of social ills. The crux, crime doesn’t pay, but people need to eat. Ending with the repeated phrase, “At least we’ll get a proper meal behind bars,” the crime wave is humanized, a pointed rationale given to a criminal activity.
Throughout their careers, TASK FORCE have skillfully balanced a rare ability to approach rap from many of the key stylistic avenues. Story telling, reality rap, battling, these all fold into their output with one approach rarely outdoing the others. “Crime Waves” sets the scene for tracks like the “Junkyard” from Skitz’s Countrymen and “The City” on Chester’s recent solo effort. The brothers are not all talk, and behind the veneer of underground rap legend, Chester works to combat issues of social change, and has dreams of being London’s Mayor. I say this, mostly, to point to the fact that when Task Force spits “reality” raps, that is what they are. A true counter to coke fueled “reality” rap.
The keynote track of New Mic Order expresses a different reality all together. “It’s On You,” calls to arms the UK scene, promotes a do it yourself approach (this is really the TASK FORCE way), and bluntly says to other rappers in the mix, stop bitching. The late ‘90s were a time of hope for the British rap scene. Lots of talent bubbling, a belief that success for the whole was on the horizon. Yet, that was undercut by fear. The industry was against them. The outlets were not there. Radio ignored them. TASK FORCE take the logical step, fuck it its ours for the taking. Skinny Man, the lone outsider featured on the record, goes directly at the corporate machine, calling out MTV and others to support British hip-hop. The song clearly relates to direct issues of ’99, but the lessons speak to any period of major change in the recording industry.
That is what makes New Mic Order so great, the universality of theme. Separated from the other songs, as it is less overtly about hip-hop, “I WISH,” proves Task Forces capacity to produce endearing cuts without any connection to time or place. Much of UK underground rap suffers from too much malarky about the stars and the moon and metaphysics and so on and so forth. When Task Force hits the “day dream,” however, they manage to introduce something tangible. Experience with nature, as in “The Great Outdoors,” the title cut from their stellar Low Life released EP. “I WISH,” simply has the brothers, and Eno Red Rum, discussing what they want and what rather odd things they might do if wishes were available. Chester would become you to talk to him. Red Rum would have millions of fans. These are not wild wishes, and yet again their dreams are undercut by reality. Dreams don’t come true. The boys always remain grounded.
To place “classic” label on any record is an exercise in subjectivity. Of course, there are objective elements, aspects of the product that are easily quantifiable and speak to a level of excellence. Yet, in the end for each listener, no matter how technically good an album is, gut reaction will always trump what critics or others say. With “New Mic Order,” I have a gut reaction. It reminds me of a specific time, and somehow manages to relay a timeless feel too.
Track list:
one step ahead
i wish
brothers mcbane
the low down showdown
writers bench
Graforiginees
It’s On You
Crime Waves
Force the Resistence
Whatitdo?!
As a young educator there are things I see, feel, and hear everyday that make want to share with someone; the world even. This blog will be my avenue to share the experiences of a hip-hop educator. It’s a complex journey (as most journeys worth having are). There are three dimensions down this road less traveled.
1. One is the experience of responsibility. In many ways I am a surrogate parent or guardian to my students (hence why I affectionately call them “my babies”). What’s ironic is I have yet to experience the joy of actual motherhood despite carrying the weight of it’s responsibility. This makes it frustrating because you become emotionally invested in your surrogate children, which makes it easy to ignore your own journey as you try to smooth the road of theirs. This is the heart of the journey.
2. The second dimension is one paved in passion; it’s the generational gap outlook. Though only a decade separates me and most my students, light years separate us musically. Often times I want to craddle them in the headphones that blare the soundtrack of my youth and protect them from the garbage they embrace as music. But I’d be a hypocrite if i did! Part of what made my music growing up, my music, was that my elders didn’t understand and like it, I would never want to take that feeling from my students. But why do they have to adore Gucci Mane like they ?! I seek comfort and peace in the music in the my headphones during this journey.
3. The third and final dimension is that of an art-activist. I do the work I do with young people because I see truth, innovation, and passion in them that most adults have grown to run from. I want to grow from misunderstanding the shorties on the metro, to being able to meet them where they are in their and see them with pride and greatness. I want to be the change and apart of the movement that will create change. So…all that to say this blog is an informal introduction to my three dimensions. There is such great honor in holding hands with the future of change.
Each entry will include the heart, the headphones, and the honor of this journey. Welcome…I hope you enjoy the read!!
I was never really into graffiti that much until I started working here at WBL. Our Art Director, Cory Stowers, has really educated everyone on the history and meaning of the name writing tradition as well as what it has grown into today. In recent years, graffiti has been broadened a bit to the larger genre of “street art” which takes many forms. I always like when street art has a poignant message or creates a discussion about whats goin on in our society. Here we have some pieces done by NYC based artist Spectre. This project is, a series of hand-painted billboards promoting the Gentrification of Brooklyn show at the Museum of Contemporary African Diasporan Arts (which opens on February 4)

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