What's up? I've been away for like a minute-more like two months. I was knocked out of commission for a while taking care of some business. And damn, did I miss a lot of music this summer. Like Rock the Bells and the Brooklyn Hip-Hop festival. As well as Rock the Bells and the Brooklyn Hip-Hop festival. I spent the last few days cleaning up the blog, chopping weeds and kicking out the homeless, Giuliani style! But I'm back, and I'm bringing it back with the dude who's trying to bring hip-hop back. Back from what, I'm not sure.
You know, everything you hear about KRS-One is true. He's a legend, obnoxious, a monster emcee, insufferable and sorely needed. Look, everyone has their place, and KRS-One's place is to scream on your ass like your dad. (bring it on!) If it weren't for my father following me around the house yelling at me to turn off the lights I just might be a crack head. Thanks dad, and KRS-One too, for making hits and staying fresh and crazy all these years.
It's with that in mind that KRS-One brought his one man show to Prospect Park in Brooklyn. This time it was one of those free summer-time throw-downs that pop off all over Brooklyn and the five boroughs. Prospect Park had that old school block party feel minus the guy bringing around free Starbucks samples. I wasn't around "back in the day" but from the start you felt in your bones that this was how they used to do it out in the park.
If you expected to be bombarded with a dose of heavy handed preaching and teaching, you were greatly disappointed. Not only did KRS not knock you upside the head with your stupidity, he delivered a level headed and moving performance. A performance that was downright charming and inspiring. A performance that managed to never shamelessly knock new hip-hop or call out a rapper by name. There was some scattered talk about how hip-hop used to be done, but honestly, it was for a quick second and he didn't dwell. His main focus was on hip-hop culture and moving it forward through positivity and creativity. I know it sounds cliche, and you know what, it is. Except when one man is rocking a park full of thousands, it kind of makes sense. The aforesaid message was delivered with such zeal and humility (gasp!) that you were ready to buy whatever he was selling, no joke.
But the show wasn't all about delivering a message. Mainly, it was about bugging out and having a good time, which occurred tenfold. A third of the way through his performance KRS put out a call for all B-Boys and Girls in the audience. About thirty people rushed the stage transforming the performance area into a block party setting. A few of the breakers were outstanding and impressed KRS to the point where he broke off his rhyme and pointed in amazement. Check the video below.
On top of the positivity and good times, KRS injected the crowd with a dose of inspirational storytelling. See, before BDP fame, way back in 1980, KRS was homeless. His home of choice was Prospect Park. His bed of choice was the Prospect Park bandshell. The very bandshell he was now performing in! He would sleep at night and during the day hang out at the Grand Army Plaza Library getting his knowledge on. As a young KRS poured through books, thoughts of the future danced through his head. A future that consisted of one day rocking a mic in Prospect Park. The very park his was now rocking! Or so the story goes. Can someone fact check this please? Even if it's not true, and something tells me some of it is, the story connected with most and accomplished its modest goal.
The rest of the set flowed from there with songs spanning his vast catalog much to the delight of Brooklyn. But the specific songs aren't important when accessing the overall vibe of the evening. From day one KRS has laid down his blueprint for how he feels it should be done. If you dislike his zealot like adherence to this blueprint or his browbeating stance, that's cool. But you still can't deny his place. Maybe that night my judgment was clouded and his seeming relevance was a mirage that existed only to myself and the thousands of people in and around the bandshell. After thinking about it for days that doesn't make much sense to me. It can't all be nostalgia, can it? It has to be something more. There seems to be some kind of force around the guy which keeps him moving along at the speed of hip-hop. Call it skills, but its something more you can't quite put your finger on.
KRS-One @ Prospect Park - The Bridge is Over. Please don't email me complaining. I know the footage is shaky but it was hip-hop in the pit.
KRS-One + Break Dancers @ Prospect Park = Step Into A World. Check out the moves on display.
I think this is one of the guys from Beatboxer Entertainment...
Breakers taking the stage over...
File this in the rap nerd category. About halfway through his performance KRS busted out a marker and started signing anything the crowd held up. He even autographed some guys passport. As he made his way down the stage I took out my copy of Check The Technique, which KRS signed. Yes, I carry a copy around with me.
DJ "Superman" Scratch
Ladybug Mecca, still Cool Like Dat after all these years...(She also performed)
When did Mos Def start hating hip-hop? Was it during the filming of the Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy or his run in Broadway's, Topdog/Underdog? I know, it was his turn in the inspiring and highly underrated, Carmen: A Hip Hopera. Either way, the guy hates hip-hop. Despises it! And why not? Don't get me wrong, I'm not trying to imply that his performance was lackluster. On the contrary, his performance was one of the livelier and inspiring performances I've seen this year. His stage presence is on par with that of a rock star. He's a true personality, one you can't avert your eyes away from. The ladies in the audience lost their shit when he winked or gave a slight shimmy. But all panty-wetting aside, have you listened to his latest mix-tape/album? It's not as bad as you've heard, but it's not close to representing what M.D. can do. He sounds like he's done with rapping, but something (record company?) is forcing the bars.
The feeling of hip-hop fatigue was hammered home when Def's special guest, Q-tip climbed on stage. Phife is practically beginning Tip to get the old gang back to together and Tip has refused (aside from their little reunion tour last year and some Rock the Bells rumors). Why? It's probably due to the fact that Tip's tired of A Tribe. Look at it from Tip's point of view. He's a legend who has influenced countless artists (Mos Def), placed two albums in the top 25 and he can't get his solo work released!! Everyone wants their favorite artist to take chances and grow. But when Tip records an album with a live band, consisting of five-to-seven minute jazz influenced songs, the label shuts it down based on a perception that it wont sell (a most definite perception). But fuck it. If I was Mos and Tip, and I'm not, I'd be bored out of my mind! Shit, If I saw Phife or Kweli running at me I'd run in the other direction, double time. Again, I’m not trying to imply that Tip was lackluster on stage. Far from it. He produced great energy but seemed unsure of where to channel it. Watching them interact on stage was a trip but at the same time a little depressing. It's as if their music can only get burn on a Saturday night in a little club in front of 600 people. Oh well. Save your money the next time Mos Def puts out a mix tape/album. Use it to buy a concert ticket and get your fix that way. Lord knows it's not coming in album form.
MP3 Mos Def - Undeniable
Originally published at BrooklynVegan.com (read the comments to see the glowing praise about yours truly).
This is the El-Product summer...
The air was so thick Saturday night, that it’s going take weeks to clean off the thick film of hip-hop lathered on the walls of the Fillmore. Your run-of-the mill hip-hop concert consists of an agitated performer hyperaware of the impending doom of his genre; a performer who consciously takes the pulse of hip-hop every thirty seconds, only to lash out at any perceived threat like a cranky old man. Instead, El-P chose to take the pulse of America and lash out at the forces destroying us from within.
EL-P’s on another level like that…
The creative energy he supplied was forward moving even
though the subject matter he covered was steeped in apocalyptic rage. Over the
years, EL-P has crafted an aesthetic which wholly manifested itself into a
perfected visual of doom and disease. He graced the stage covered in bloody
scabs, donning a monkey suit. The atomic bomb landed and EL-P was the only
survivor. He railed against strip malls and the homogeneous tendency of Middle America. He
told tales of late night drug runs on the Lower East Side, which yielded the shittiest coke on earth. He delivered a scathing tract against the Bush administration and indicted them for the pile of bullshit they
America is a dirty place. His anti-war screed lead into a blistering version of ‘Up All
Night’ which produced a mushroom cloud of energy and vitriol. As the mosh pit
reached its zenith, an exhausted El-P collapsed on stage and laid motionless
representing the “thousands of soldiers that have died for lies.” His splayed
corpse was soundtracked by Radiohead’s ‘The National Anthem’ and a Tribe Called
Quest's, ‘Can I Kick It.’ When the crowd chanted “Yes you can”, El-P rose from
the dead and finished off his vision of 21st century America in all its fucked
MP3 EL-P - Tuned Mass Damper
As of last week, I'm officially covering hip-hop concerts for BrooklynVegan.com. You can check out my first review, Mos Def @ Highline Ballroom, published today at BrooklynVegan.com. I'll have a more in-depth take on the Mos Def show in a few days (week?). For now, here's a photo...
It was obvious from my ticket stub, which had Ghost's name in fine print, that he was not headlining last week's concert at Highline. My expectations were minimal at best and inside I dreamed of a solo performance, minus the T-Unit. Something along the lines of Ghost sitting on a stool performing songs like Holla to a hushed audience. That didn’t happen. His performance was a straight up pay check performance with the T-Unit and all the accoutrements. If you think about it, Ghost made out like a bandit. He pocketed a nice chunk of change for a short set in exchange for filling up the venue.
The down side to a limited performance is obvious. But in actuality, the short set list fostered an atmosphere of spontaneity. Ghost performed without preplanned skits so there was no Cherchez LaGhost groping girls with breast implants bit. This freed Ghost up, creating a performance that was loose, fun and without a whiff of going through the motions, which generated more energy in the crowd. Funny how that works. Ghost performed around six or seven songs, two of which, Triumph and Shimmy Shimmy Ya, the audience carried.
Since the vibe was loose and the show was short, interjections from the T-Unit were made all the more tolerable, if not enjoyable. I even found myself liking Wiggs. Maybe I’m beginning to understand the subtleties of the Teddy-Unit and I've reached a level of maturity where I can fully appreciate their quest to redefine our understanding of the posse?
The only note worthy part of the show was provided by the RZA, who popped in for a cameo. I do believe the Rza was accompanied by Shavo from System of a Down. I swear these two are dating because they go everywhere together, much to the chagrin of the Inspectah. Word on the street is that Shavo’s ruining the Wu dynamic Yoko style. Some have commented that Ghost was surprised to see RZA. I didn’t catch Ghost's reaction because I was fixated on RZA’s Wu-Wear velour jumpsuit. Assuming that Ghost was surprised, and RZA showed up unannounced, something must be in the air. It's my contention that RZA hopped in his Wu-Tang pickup truck, picked up Shavo, and high-tailed it over to the Highline ballroom to convince Ghost that his presence is sorely needed on 8 Diagrams. Recently, Ghost made comments that would lead one to conclude his interest in 8 Diagrams is not as high as say, U-God.* Why should he be excited? His status has grown while the rest of the clan has slowly faded. Ghost is the only member with any modicum of mainstream success. It’s funny how he’s gone from supporting actor to the one guy reping the clan. A new Wu album needs Ghost and Ghost knows it. Here's to Ghost and RZA getting their shit together and making a good Wu-Tang album.
*I’m basing this on an “article” I read a while ago where Ghostface expressed some reservations about the new Wu-Tang album. Of course I can’t find the article so its contents might exist only as a figment of my imagination. Based on the evidence in my possession, which I will not share with you my readers, I’ll venture to guess that the article does exist. But, its contents have been rendered irrelevant based on an interesting comment Ghost uttered during the concert. He said “Yo, watch out for 8 Diagrams” which implies that his participation is a given. Carry on.
MP3 Ghostface Killah f/ RZA - Who's the Champion?
MP3 Ghostface Killah - Paychecks
Ghostface Killah @ Highline Ballroom 5/15/07
Ghostface Killah @ Nokia Theatre 4/22/06
Wu-Tang Clan @ Webster Hall 8/17/06
Wu-Tang Clan @ Webster Hall 8/18/06
On Friday night I hopped on the 7 train to Shea Stadium to watch the Yankees slide further into mediocrity. I walked out of Shea and back on the 7 train dejected over the realization that this could be the year in which the 200 million dollar hegemonic dynasty kicks the bucket. I stepped off the 7 train and into the bowels of the Times Square train station. As I weaved and side-stepped my way through the train station on my way to the N line and home, I came upon an enclosed circle. I figured it was a performance by one of the many musical acts that populate the subway system and make New York City’s underground a place where the music never stops. But I noticed something different about the crowd. I didn't hear the normal complimentary claps, and the circle was too big for your run-of-the-mill subway act. I circled around and walked back and forth in an attempt to locate a sight line around the many heads, which would offer me a glimpse inside the circle. Finally, I gently elbowed my way up to the front and spotted a group of kids carrying on a tradition and filling the 42nd Street-Times Square Subway Station with enough good vibes to last a life time. I can't put into words the kind of excitement and joy that was generated inside and around the circle. It’s a feeling that can only be experienced by standing or sitting on the outskirts of a breaking circle as a rush of air generated by a leg or torso flies by. On one end, an elderly woman clapped loudly in excitement at what had to be her first encounter with such moves. On the other side, a child no older than five tried to mimic a downrock move to no avail. A b-boy in training.
MP3 Afrika Bambaataa - Looking For The Perfect Beat
Check out these power moves...
You need to make Spank Rock one of your favorite MCs. I'm not talking about nominating him the greatest of all time or granting YoYoYoYoYo top 25 status. That would be too much praise. But I'm talking about putting Spank Rock on your short list of artists to see live. Forget your preconceived notions concerning Spank Rock’s image, which genre they comfortably belong in and whether their sound fits in the overall hip-hop landscape. Live and direct all that nonsense falls by the wayside. The electronic bleeps, burps and stutters kept the crowd moving but didn't overpower the sound system, which gave everyone enough time to ponder the eternal question, one that should be asked more often, which is, can he rhyme? Not only can Spank Rock rhyme but he can dance too. That’s the total package. But more than rhyming and busting a move, Spank Rock can move a crowd, which according to Rakim is essential.
Spank Rock came out and performed four or five songs, including Rick Rubin, for an eager crowd. After Spank Rock got the crowd hyped and cemented a nice foundation, they handed the stage over to Ghostface and his cronies for twenty-five minutes of pure energy. More on that later (check my Ghost and Rza photo over at BV). Right before Spank Rock came back on stage for his second set, Ghostface applauded his effort and led the crowd in a Spank Rock chant, prompting Spank Rock to comment that the last year has been crazy but opening and closing for Ghost is the craziest thing to ever happen to them. Their second set, propelled by Ghost's energy, built off of their first set and was accompanied by more dancing, something rare for a New York City show let alone a hip-hop show. Good times all around, Ghost and the crowd would agree.
Just Ice @ B.B. Kings
performance by Just Ice, which occurred last November, almost slipped through
the cracks here at Angry Citizen. It would have permanently slipped through the
cracks if not for Prodigy’s Return of the Mac mix-tape. Return of
the Mac, which is one of the better albums of ’07, managed to remind me of the photo lurking below. Here's how...
You see, on the same night and on the very same stage that Just Ice performed on, Prodigy made an appearance, accompanied by his G-Unit/Queensbridge clowns. These were weed carriers to the nth degree. No flow, no rhymes, just a bunch of whack rappers yelling over each other as if grunting and making nasty facial expressions can make up for a lack of skill. The performance didn’t start out bad. When Prodigy hit the stage I was excited along with everyone else around me. I thought we’d get at least one song, or at the very least, one verse. Preferably his fourth verse on Cradle To The Grave. But no, Prodigy just stood in the background and allowed his boys to pollute our eardrums. Not only did Prodigy not touch a mic, he didn’t even move. He just stood there, eyes rolled in the back of his head, drink in hand taking that New York sip. He looked like the ghost of hip-hop past. It saddened me and quite frankly threw me in a funk.
But let’s not get too sad or shed a tear. I used my Prodigy sighting to introduce the main point of the post: Just Ice and his flash like performance. I’m not going to front and act like I’m a big Just Ice fan. I know of him and have a few of his more popular songs. I’m more interested in the historical position he occupies. In the mid-eighties Just Ice was as influential as any rapper on the scene. He was also someone who rapped about things he actually did as opposed to being a studio gangsta. Just Ice used to run around New York wielding Mac-10’s and Prodigy writes stories about running around New York wielding Mac-10’s. I’m not justifying the use of Mac-10’s, no matter how proficient they may be, or so I hear. I’m also not knocking Prodigy; A.C. has no beef with Queensbridge. Nor am I requesting swift appointment to head the Just Ice fan club. I’m just here to discuss Just Ice. I would love to give a more detailed description of his performance, but he only performed one song. Basically, he ran on stage star-search style for a one song engagement. He was halfway through his one and only song before I realized who was standing two feet in front of me. Quick thanks to the guy behind me who pointed and said "that's Just Ice." When he finished he bounced quicker than he came. Without photographic evidence I would have thought it a dream.
If you clicked on the link above it took you over to an amazing website. Basically, it's a website run by someone obsessed with pre Run-D.M.C. hip-hop. Click this link to read all of his interviews with the pioneers of hip-hop. Here are some excerpts from his Just Ice interview.
When did you become Just Ice?
When I first got locked up I was twelve. I think I was 13 when I first became a 5 percenter. I was first locked up at a place called Holy Cross, Pius Twelve. It was way upstate New York in Ryan Beck, New York. I was really sent there because I was too much for my parents to handle. It wasn’t a reform school and it wasn’t a lock up, lock up. I stayed there until I was sixteen. On my visits I was still coming back to Castle Hill. I would go home to Fort Green to put my bags down, but I would be on the train right back to the Exactly.
How did you get on with Mantronik?
I met Mantronik at a club called Danceteria.
I remember the place.
One night Africa Islam was up there playing, I was rolling with him. Islam is Islam, he is playing records nobody else was playing. So I grabbed the mic and tore it up. Who was standing right there? Mantronik! I didn’t know who the hell this little nerdy looking guy was. He asked me my name and I tell him Justice. He said what was my m.c. name? I tell him Just Ice. He was like you want to make some records? He gave me his number blah, blah, blah. One thing led to another with me and Ben. I took my last twenty two dollars, went to the studio right on Myrtle avenue and Saint Lawrence, (In Brooklyn, and recorded “Put that record back on.” That was the first joint I ever did. I took it to Sleeping bag records. Sleeping Bag was cool, but they said they need something else to go on the other side. They said they didn’t want to put the vocals on one side and the instrumental on the other side. So me and Ben went back. I took them $17, they said they would give me 2 hours for $17.