Friday, November 10, 2006
something so cool is happening now. tune into hip hop takeover on wbai.org. you only have 24 hours. hurry. now. tune. in. hip. hop. takeover.
Monday, August 28, 2006
we got lazy
sorry folks, we got lazy! or we ARE lazy! maybe that's more like it. anyhow, we decided to end our audioblogging capabilities because we just weren't using them. so apologies to all about not having posted any tunes in a very long time for all you people out there (all four of ya!) who check this site for the greatest hottest hits of all times! i don't know what we'll do next with this. maybe post random things and pictures and stuff. whatever comes up. i'm not much for reading things at length online so i probably won't write too much myself, but i can't speak for Phil. we also have a flickr page up too for photos. it is www.flickr.com/photos/defpo. check it out! and check out some of the links to the right. and tune into WFMU!
Friday, July 21, 2006
Do You Think the World is Yours?

OK. It's been awhile. At this point, I'm pretty sure I'm just writing for Anne. Our apologies for staying quiet for so long. Wow. It has been a crazy couple of weeks. The global situation seems to be deteriorating day by day. In the midst of all this I feel like I have to breathe out consciously, and I'm here in the safety of the US (at least, I'm not hiding in a shelter) where I can comfortably criticize everyone in the world.
So, the first track...Paul Onyeabor, a guy from Lagos, chanted this simple but provocative mantra back in 1978 (hence the cold war alignments). It seems to be the zietgeist at the moment. But listening to this song gives me some hope. Not simply because it is such an amazing tune, but because he calls everybody out. There are any number of people and groups I would like to pose this question to at the moment (and I shouldn't forget myself). The song is from the album Love's a Real Thing (on Luaka Bop) a compliation of West African "psychedellic" pop. Betty Lavete's track, on the compliation album Mama's Got a Brand New Bag (Stateside) is from 1965 but it feels pretty timeless. That voice is nuts and the stripped down rhythm has the tone of some deep dark blues. That could be appropriate even here in Queens around now. The ridiculous heat and lack of air conditioning or electricity through large sections of Queens (fortunately, not us) no doubt has many people griping more than me. We don't have AC, but at least we have fans and thanks to Con Edison, they work. Whew.
Paul Onyeabor-Better Change Your Mind
Betty Lavette-Let Me Down Easy
Sunday, May 07, 2006
Remember Back in the Day?

Nah, probably not. That's because if you are reading this, you probably weren't around 'back in the day,' (I certainly wasn't) and besides, the nostalgia of terms like back in the day is never a good thing. First, it wasn't like those were the good ole days (trying not to romanticize the burning of the bronx) or that any days are the good ole days for most folks, except when they are looking in the rearview mirror. And also, that kind of nostalgia keeps us from looking at whats in front of our eyes now. When people complain about how things were great back then, those same people will talk about how things that happened right now were great twenty years down the line. Now that more and more hiphop history is emerging, there is a whole industry of nostalgia rising up-even in the music itself.

Some of that history, like Jeff Chang's great book Can't Stop Won't Stop, should make us pause before reflecting with nostalgia-it emerged out of economic crisis and the gang warfare that it breeds and it didn't stop because of Kool Herc or Africa Bambaataa. Just the opposite, reagonomics was completely devastating and gangsta rap is also inseparable from these socio-economic trends, even if there is no simple cause/effect correlation. Still, there is some fantastic music and art that comes out of that and I don't see any problem in recognizing that and celebrating it-not as the bygone era but as something that is alive and permutating all the time. So, with this post, I am putting out a couple tracks from the Soul Jazz comp Big Apple Rappin' that stand the test of time (much of the music on these cds does remain quite potent). The eponymous Big Apple Rappin' is by Spyder D and I am also listing what some call the first political rap track, Brother D & Collective Effort's How We Gonna Make the Black Nation Rise. According to Lister-Hewan Lowe, the jamaican producer who put out the track, it is also the first recorded hip hop track to feature women. But in addition to history, I thought I would extend the political commentary to the present when we are once more living under a horrible right wing christian fascist who is alienated even by the standards of reagan stalwarts. So, the last two tracks are by the Bay Area crew, the Coup who always do a good job of mixing parties and politics: We Are the Ones and Laugh, Love, Fuck & Drink Liquor (and help the revolution come quicker!). both tracks are from the recent release Pick a Bigger Weapon. East to West, New to Old, the best music, if it does anything besides making us shake our asses (definitely worthy in and of itself) it opens our eyes to the world around us and transcends the easy categories that help us function in our daily lives.

Enjoy.
Spyder D Big Apple Rappin'
Brother D & Collective Effort-How We Gonna Make the Black Nation Rise?
The Coup - We Are the Ones
The Coup- Pick a Bigger Weapon
p.s. graffiti pics are from 5 points in queens, a bright burst of color just under the 7 tracks.
Saturday, May 06, 2006
Maggots in My Mouth
Today's posting has nothing to do with music, but i had this dream last night where i had maggots crawling around in my mouth and i was trying to get them out. i had bitten into a bad piece of fruit and all these larvae worms were transferred into my mouth. they were skinny little white larvae rather than the big fat maggots you see crawling around in garbage cans on a hot summer day. nonetheless, still nasty. i was picking them out of my mouth and when one would start to feast on my gums or something, i could feel a prickly sting and the oozing of some drops of blood. i would grab at them with my fingernails and i was paranoid that they'd be crawling into the spaces between my teeth and gums (hello gingivitis) or into the empty sockets where my wisdom teeth once were (though these have closed long ago). what in hell do you think this dream means?!?!
Sunday, March 19, 2006
Radio Samples From the 7
The 7 line into Queens is dubbed the Immigrant Express or Orient Express. Hell any line in NYC could be dubbed as such. The demographics of this city is what makes it so spectacular and dynamic. Yesterday, I took the 7 into Flushing for a little CD hunting and gathering at the Flushing Library. I brought my little iRiver and recorded various radio samples while riding and waiting for the number 7 at various points between Jackson Heights and Flushing. Pretty interesting radio bits. I skipped some of the commercial stuff common across the US. Well, maybe some of this stuff I've posted here is common across the US right now and I just don't know it. For more info, check out this article and photos of the 7 line. Enjoy and impeach Bush! I mean, enjoy the audioclips AND impeach Bush, oh you know what i mean!
MP3 File of I have no idea what, sounds South Asian
MP3 File of I don't know what, I don't speak Spanish unfortunately
MP3 File of I have no clue, but there's that darn foghorn again
MP3 File of something Greek, I think. Phil, you're Greek, what are they saying??
MP3 File of I have no idea what, sounds South Asian
MP3 File of I don't know what, I don't speak Spanish unfortunately
MP3 File of I have no clue, but there's that darn foghorn again
MP3 File of something Greek, I think. Phil, you're Greek, what are they saying??
Monday, February 27, 2006
Richard Pryor Tribute
This weekend was the Richard Pryor Tribute at the Museum of Moving Image. We went to all three events, curated by Warrington Hudlin, that included a panel discussion and two screenings of Richard Pryor films. The experience stayed with me throughout the day today, especially the skit where a young Richard tries to rob his Mafia boss in Live on Sunset Strip. Too fuckin' funny. Ehhhh, it's a stick up, bwahhhhhhh haaaaaaaa haaaaaaaaaaaa!!! No audio with this brief post today, just this little moment of rememberance.

