Thursday, March 28, 2013

God Doesn't Apologize, Neither Does Rick Ross



Apparently the real reason Officer Rozay is so large is that he's completely full of shit. (And he EENOIT.) In this promotional video interview, he manages to speak lots of words without ever saying much of anything, which is probably why he's been successful in an industry built on bullshit. (Or more specifically, an industry built by bullshitters who shit all over hip hop culture by seeking out and exploiting the shittiest people and attitudes of said culture. Shit.)

Unless you want to hear him shamelessly plug albums by artists who may or may not have ruined their credibility by signing with MMG, skip ahead to around 4:30 and catch his clarification (not an actual apology) of his controversial lyric. Note that he specifically "would never use the word rape", although he also never used the words, "I became a CO to build a relationship with Manuel Noriega, thus cementing my position as a cocaine lord of Miami, which is how I became such a successful drug dealer that I had to take the name of a different, famous and still living drug dealer, and the fact that I began rapping under this name while he was imprisoned wasn't an idea I stole from the movie CB4", but he sure didn't stop anyone else from saying that stupid shit.

A couple things occurred to me while watching this. First, I'm certainly not against drug use per se, but I am adamant about responsible drug use. (Don't roll your eyes, I'm actually being serious.) I enjoy weed, but I fucking hate weed culture for that exact reason. I'm good at using weed. I don't act like people in movies who smoke weed. I don't forget what I'm saying in conversation, or talk like Jeff Spicoli, or wear white-guy dreads. I don't wear tie-dye or dance by flailing my arms and twirling. (Some of those may just be due to my dislike of  modern hippie culture as well, as evidenced by the fact that I can't stand Dave Matthews, but the point remains.) When it comes to weed, I can handle my shit. The same thing goes for drinking or any other drug: I believe in taking personal responsibility for your buzz. That also includes not giving people drugs without their knowledge. I love everything about marijuana edibles, even the taste. Hell, especially the taste. But, I would never give somebody one unknowingly, even though it would probably be hilarious.

The other thing that came to mind while watching this is the fact that music interviewers who aren't Nardwuar are usually terrible. Many of them are worse than the artists they interview. I know that The Artist Legally Known As William Roberts is a literal cash cow, but these softball-ass questions are lobbed at him like a pitch in a co-ed beer league. To be fair, interviewers who ask actual follow-up questions are pretty rare these days, in any media, but nobody can suck an interviewee's dick quite as hard as music reporters. Pretty much the best you can hope for is that they stfu and let the artist speak. That is, if the artist actually has anything interesting to say, which unfortunately they often do not. Morning hip hop shows, of which there seem to be millions, are some of the worst offenders around. The basic model for most of those shows is to have three people, an idea I think they stole from Howard Stern. (Stern probably wasn't the first person to use this model, but he does seem to have popularized it.) Unlike Stern, these shows are rarely any good, and usually feature: 1) a fucking lame for a host 2) a loudmouth jackass for the "troublemaker" sidekick, and of course 3) a fucking lame who's a female. The host is usually someone who isn't there to be funny, or who thinks he's funny and isn't, while the sidekick is there to say "shocking" things that he may or may not actually believe, and the female is there to discuss celebrity gossip and reality shows. What none of them will tell you is that they're all cogs in the wheel of the corporate machine, and if they're interviewing somebody, the artist's label is probably a subsidiary of the media company that owns the radio station. When it comes down to it, they're all full of shit, but they're not as good at being full of shit as Rouse is.

Check back again next week, when I stretch this concept into an overextended metaphor for slavery and Roman gladiator games. For now, the video that inspired young William Roberts to rap in the first place.







Thursday, March 14, 2013

Meet the New Boss, Same as the Old Boss


The most successful tax shelter of all time elected a new leader this week. You could say it's a good PR move on the church's part, considering the last guy was a former Hitler youth (as a young child, so he can't really be blamed for that) and helped conceal child molestation (which he did willingly as an adult and should absolutely be blamed for.) In other news, a cure for HIV may have been discovered, a man had a portion of his skull replaced with a 3D-printed implant, and sings of life were discovered in space. There's a rumor that Ratzinger left Paterno-style, with a child-abuse investigation looming, so we'll see what happens with that. I'm doubtful anything will change, since the catholic church has effectively taken the concept of too big to fail and applied it to tax-free child rape.




Thursday, February 21, 2013

Actual Harlem Residents: "That's not the Harlem Shake!"


I didn't see this coming. I honestly didn't think this meme would stick around long enough to garner this much coverage, especially since I haven't heard of anyone dying or getting injured by making a Harlem shake video. (I just checked to make sure I remembered correctly, and confirmed that at least one death was attributed to planking.) I've never been to Harlem, but like I said last week, this isn't the Harlem shake. I guess I didn't expect people to get offended by the phenomenon though.

The videos take their name from the song, not the name of the dance, so it's not as if people were intentionally doing the dance wrong.In fact, I'm inclined to believe that few, if any, of the people in these videos are aware that a dance with the same name exists. How many white people do you know who know the names of dances? If any of them know the cat daddy, I'll bet they know it from that Kate Upton video. How about the Jerk, c-walk, or A-town stomp? Heel-toe, chickenhead, or nina pop? You're gonna stand there, uploading dance videos to the internet, not knowing how to two-step, Roger Rabbit, cabbage patch, pop and/or lock, or how to get your eagle on?


I'm joking, but only kinda. American society has a habit of co-opting black culture without grasping the cultural relevance. An article just this week in the New York Times uses the Harlem shake phenomenon and "Thrift Shop" as a jumping off point for a discussion on the legitimacy of these hip hop-influenced trends. Elvis Presley is probably the best-known example of a white person making a fortune off black culture, but he's far from alone. It happened before Elvis, and it's going to keep on happening. I'm not saying it's good, or even acceptable, I'm saying it's the way things are. 

What I'm trying to say, only better sounding.


And sometimes, although only sometimes, it's actually a good thing. Even though nearly every white rapper ever is terrible, the Beastie Boys, Eminem, and Action Bronson are legitimately talented artists. More importantly, they treat the culture with reverence. They're not cultural tourists who are "slumming it" for adventure or trying to make a quick buck. Hell, Soulja Boy catches more flak for misappropriating black culture more than any of those guys, and rightfully so. Look back, and you'll see that even MC Hammer took a gang of disrespect from more legitimate rappers, even white ones.

 

To a much lesser degree, this goes the other direction as well. For years, rappers have incorporated high-end, traditionally "white" brands into their style, with varying results. Gucci, Louis Vutton, and Polo gear have been favorites in rap just as long as Benzes, Bimmers, and Bentleys. Ironically, the reaction from these brands has often been negative as well, like when a rep from Cristal basically said that the company would prefer that rappers drink something else. Is that racist? Is it more accurately classist? Does drinking Ace of Spades make you not racist? As far as I'm concerned, if you pay that much for champagne, you're at least guilty of bad judgement.

With America's rising numbers of Latinos, I'm curious to see what new ways black culture gets put through the mainstream filter. If that means a resurgence of Reggaeton, you'll long for the days of derivative Harlem Shake videos, that is unless people start making videos using the Azealia Banks version, then I'd call it a draw. Here's a video with actual Harlem shaking, although I bet you expected the G-Dep video that originally put the dance on the map. I considered that, but this song is far better.


Wednesday, February 20, 2013

So That's Where the Line Is


Apparently even pornographers have a line they won't cross, and you're looking at it. Well, kinda. Vivid Video has halted distribution of a sex tape starring Mindy McCready, in light of her recent suicide. Obviously, continuing to sell it now would be in bad taste, although based on the handful of VHS tapes I've seen by Vivid, I wouldn't say that their definition of good taste necessarily matches mine. Hell, just look at the cover. Yes, that is a sticker advertising the fact that this person was on Celebrity Rehab. 

Before I say anything else, let me say that suicide is a serious topic, and I certainly don't want to make light of it in any way. I've attempted suicide before, and I've struggled with suicidal thoughts off and on for as long as I can remember. I wanted to write about this last year when Junior Seau died, but I felt like I couldn't quite get the wording right. In this particular case, McCready sought help, and in fact left a treatment facility prematurely out of concern for her privacy. Not to sound like Dr. Drew here, (because fuck him) but mental health is not given the attention it deserves in our culture. But, I digress. Also, I listen to very little country music, for numerous reasons, but primarily because it fucking sucks. So this story wouldn't normally be on my radar, but between the aforementioned mental health issues, her sex tape and her a possibly illegal affair with Roger Clemens, this is right in my wheelhouse.

I've only actually seen the free preview for this video, but the sexual content seems pretty standard. (By the way, some of the other videos on that site look like they warrant a bit of research.) The interview part seems fucking weird though, with some guy asking her about famous dudes in bed, and at one point (not seen in this clip) she apparently calls Oprah a racist. (Makes me wonder if they threw that in because they know the demographic for a country singer's sextape.) I feel like Vivid should get a little respect for this, considering the undoubtedly increased demand for the video. I'm sure someone will put it on a torrent site, if they haven't already, so it's a matter of time before this makes the rounds on the interwebz. 

One thing we can say for certain is that Vivid is at least more respectful than Roger Clemens, who downplayed any involvement with her whatsoever, saying that she was "nice" the "few" times he met her. If his wife is like every woman person in a relationship I've ever known, I'm sure her blood boils every time she hears the name Mindy McCready. Come on, you know exactly what I'm talking about. Guys, have you ever cheated and gotten caught? Or maybe not cheated but been accused of it? (I'm not saying that because I think he didn't do it, I'm saying that because sometimes that legitimately happens.) Anyway, you know if her name ever comes up around your woman, you'll try real hard to play it off, often ineffectively. I think that's what happened here. Well, that and the fact that baseball players are some of the least educated professional athletes, and Clemens specifically doesn't seem all that bright. 

Since we're talking about a country artist, I want to point out that not all country music is terrible. I leave you with A Boy Named Sue.




Tuesday, February 19, 2013

Brace Yourself


The Bonnarro lineup is officially out today, and it's a good year for rap fans. It's funny, because for years I avoided this festival specifically for the amount of jam bands, but surprisingly few found their way to the list this year. With my wife currently pregnant, I assumed this was a non-starter, but this falls at a perfect time for one of these "baby-moons" that have suddenly become socially acceptable, so I'm thinking I might do it. 

If nothing else, I'll finally get to see Wu Tang in concert. I'm not sure if I've told the story before, but I had tickets to see them in 1997, with Rage Against the Machine, in St. Louis. The night before, they performed in Chicago, and basically self-destructed as a group. The group was at their peak, and you know what happens once you peak: you go downhill. They dropped off the tour entirely, and although I did get to see Rage, I still haven't seen the Wu in concert, and unfortunately never will see them with ODB, barring his resurrection in hologram form. (Coincidentally, I had tickets to see Smashing Pumpkins when their tour was rescheduled due to the death of their keyboardist, and subsequent arrest of their drummer on heroin charges. The next year, I missed Korn at Lollapalooza when their bassist came down with spinal meningitis.) I can't complain though, because I did get to see all three years of the Smokin' Grooves tour. Even though the first was better than the second, which was better than the third, every one was great. I'll leave you with an example of what the Fugees were like before they all lost their fucking minds:



Monday, February 18, 2013

Damn Weezy!


Wow! If you haven't heard already, the biggest news out of All Star weekend was Lil' Wayne's rant at Birdman's birthday party. Weed, codeine, promethazine, cocaine, alcohol and molly are a hell of a drug, but more importantly, so is ego. 

You probably remember some, if not all , of Wayne's many run-ins at sporting events. Back in 2011, he fired  off a series of angry tweets when LeBron and Wade wouldn't come over and talk to him during a game. (Seriously, a game they were playing in.) He arrived at a Thunder game during last season's playoffs expecting free VIP treatment, only to find they expected him to actually buy a ticket. Last month, he squabbled with a cameraman at the Super Bowl celebrity game, and earlier this month he either left or was kicked out of a Miami Heat game for feuding with fans. He claims he was kicked out, but the organization claims he chose to leave on his own. He also claims that he's been banned by the entire NBA due to this incident. In all these situations, Weezy's offered aggressive, negative responses, while the offending parties have offered apologies for the misunderstandings. This leads me to believe that Mr. F. Baby is probably just a huge douche. 

I'm hesitant to draw this conclusion. Really, I am. I'm hesitant to draw this conclusion because fame (or maybe the media, or the Illuminati, or whatever you want to call it) has seemingly driven some very successful black entertainers to (accused) insanity. Look at what happened to Dave Chappelle, and how people reacted. Remember when they found Martin wandering through traffic half-naked? Richard Pryor ended up so strung out on freebase (that's some old school shit right there) that he famously caught himself on fire. The list goes on. Obviously, it's not like black celebrities are the only people this happens to, because Lindsay Lohan is practically sprinting toward the morgue at this point, and although she's behind Courtney Love, she has a decent lead on Britney Spears. Chris Rock, on the other hand, seems to be completely stable, both mentally and financially. (Although maybe they let him off the hook because he let white people get away with saying ni**a.) All that being said, I feel like this is more ego than drugs. 


You fucked his wife? Damn bruh, you had to go there? I'm not disputing the validity of that statement, because it's certainly possible. He is famous, and she is married to an NBA player. On Mike and Mike this morning, Ryen Rusillo mentioned how he sees the same groupies at all of the big sporting events he covers, but obviously, this isn't a new phenomenon. "All About U" came out nearly 20 years ago, and it was happening long before that. Magic Johnson talked about this network of groupies in his first book, describing how they would know what hotels the players stayed in, and even what rooms, and that was years before the internet existed. And it's not like Bosh would expect his wife to be a virgin when he married her. Some guys might be into that, but I'm not one of them, nor do I know any who are. Still, this was over the top. 

We all know that Bosh can't really do anything about this but stay cool. Endorsement deals for NBA players are precious, and delicate. We've seen one player after another tarnish their image to the point of losing endorsements, from Kobe's rape to LeBron's decision, and I'm sure Bosh would like to keep his pristine image. He can't even get a divorce, at least not immediately, lest he call more attention to this whole fiasco. 

Come to think of it, I don't want to call any more attention to this nonsense myself. I still want to talk about how Macklemore changed the lyrics to "Wings" for the NBA suits, but that's later in the week. Until tomorrow, here's The Carter Documentary in it's entirety. Skip ahead to the interviews if you want more proof of Wayne's douchebaggery.




Friday, February 15, 2013

That Escalated Quickly


After a slow start, this week picked up momentum quickly. Lil' Wayne got into trouble for an Emmett Till reference, and then Officer Rawse condoned date rape via molly. (Here's something to think about: can you find a copy of "All About the Benjamins" where the line "stack chips like Hebrews" isn't censored? Did you even know that was the lyric? More on that another time.) Chris Dorner died, but not before the LAPD got in a few rounds of live target practice around the city. Tim Dog passed away, though sadly more people will probably remember him more for running scams than for "Fuck Compton". Oh, and something like 5000 Harlem Shake videos are being uploaded to YouTube every day, although I've yet to see a white person accurately perform the actual Harlem shake even once. But hey, it's Friday, and even if you didn't just get paid, here's a video for your weekend: