Jay Electronica vs. S.O.U.L Purpose?

“How can you be nostalgic for something that you
didn’t live through”

What?

According to Webster defines nostalgia as:

1: the state of being homesick : homesickness2: a wistful
sentimental yearning for return to or of some past period or
irrecoverable condition
; also : something that evokes nostalgia


While I think it is reasonable to criticize the young bucks for not coming
up with their own thing, no one starts from scratch when making music.

For that matter, sampling is a cornerstone element of HIP HOP. So
why the resentment toward the young bucks?

I must say I liked the video and the song. It seems to be more
of a critique of passive consumption than contempt of ’89 nostalgia.

What struck me about this is that no one can CONTROL culture,
especially when the culture (music, videos, distribution and display
methods) isn’t OWNED by the people that create it.


I have had conversation
with countless cats who think that
the teens with the dookie chains, door knockers and name buckles
lack creativity.

But, if you were a young buck NOW wouldn’t you think that
the ’89 style was fly in comparison to now?

What did they say about imitation and flattery?

I LOVE the mentioning of “the Internet Nerds”.

The whole time Q-Tip is talking all I am thinking about,

“Back in the days when I was a teenager/ Before I had status and before I had a pager/ You could find the Abstract listening to hip-hop/ My pops used to say it reminded him of be-bop/ I said, “Well daddy don’t you know that things go in cycles”/ The way that Bobby Brown is just amping like Michael ~ Excursions, Low End Theory

Tip has a point about the fact that during that era CATS were inventing
new steez. BUT. Its important to NOT become dogmatic and insist that
WE never borrowed from other people in order to make our ‘ish.

Hip hop is all about sampling. So in a way that Tip and SOUL Purpose
are making their argument, they sound like our parents generation
who were mad that EPMD, RAKIM, TRIBE, HAMMER were sampling
“their” OLD soul songs.

We turning into our parents? Yikes.

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One of the first things that I noticed when watching this
was a sense of intimacy.
I knew, based on the music used
and how it interplayed with the images
on the screen, that this
documentary was made by someone is his inner circle.

It soon became clear that it was his brother he made it.

This trailer moved me for several reasons. The first is that I have
been listening
to a lot of Ol D B lately. Second, I was surprised by
the production values. Third,
given the fact that so many
of us have lost love ones, especially Black men, I began

thinking about ways of using video/documentary to grieve
our losses.

Sidenote. Is it legal for Masta Killa’s & the GZA’s skin to be
so luxurious?
Aren’t they like 36 & 38 respectively?

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via Grand Good

Wow. Man. I realized I usta have the horn intro from “Sh*t is Real”
on my answering machine. I know. I know. My backpack is showing.

DJ Triple Threat Presents: The Backpacker B-List Single Set

1. Where my homies?, Ill and Al Scratch. Sing-songey rap hooks. In the ninties?!?!?! WHuuuT?
Come around my wayyyyyy/ Come around my wayyyyy.
Prototypical hood homie anthem.

2. Jeru, the water song, Come Clean. On the strength of love I have for yall. Imma post it ALONG with the original. <<****yes my arms are open for all of the e-love!***>>>> Whoops. Couldn’t find the orig. And I know ya’ll have the Jeru version. At least I dug up the vid. Lol.
Control the Mic/Like Fidel Castro/ Lock Cuba…

3. Van Full of Pakistans, Yall So Stupid. I found this song again almost two years ago. I allways loved it.
“Why do I do drugs/ sh*t/ I lost my record deal.”
Cats was bringing it in what. ’92-’93. What.

4. Ghetto’s been Good to me, YZ.
I don’t even remember the beat to this song.
THE GHETTOS BEEN GOOD TO MEEE–EEEE.

The hook was dope though. Old cat saying,

5. They Want Efx, Das Efx. The Baseline on this jawn is nasty. In fact it got stuck in my head in Feb and I had to itunes it.
Bum skipity, bum skipity bum ha….

6. Attitude, Rumpletiskins.
If anyone has this, holla at cha’ m.dot. I needs to have it in my life.
“My additude is f*cked up/ and real sh*tty”.
This hook reminds me of 12 cats, 6 blunts, 4 forties and 2 jeeps, just creeping through flatbush itchin’ to get into something.


7. Pistol Grip Pump, Volume 10. Dude had the throaty, LA rap style. Where it seemed like he would start bucking at fools AND keep rapping and not miss a beat. He was the original Super Thug. Awwwwish.
Son of a b*tch Im rich/ that don’t mean you can jank me/ All of my peoples are pimps/

I have a space for four more.

And I KNOW YALL got suggestions.

Bring ’em.

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Running is good.

The pain after running hurts.

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Dj Triple Threat Presents: Back Packer B-List Singles.

1. Where my homies?, Ill and Al Scratch. Sing-songey rap hooks. In the ninties?!?!?! WHuuuT?
Come around my wayyyyyy/ Come around my wayyyyy.
Prototypical hood homie anthem.

2. Jeru, the water song, Come Clean. On the strength of love I have for yall. Imma post it ALONG with the original. <<****yes my arms are open for all of the e-love!***>>>> Whoops. Couldn’t find the orig. And I know ya’ll have the Jeru version. At least I dug up the vid. Lol.
Control the Mic/Like Fidel Castro/ Lock Cuba…

3. Van Full of Pakistans, Yall So Stupid. I found this song again almost two years ago. I allways loved it.
“Why do I do drugs/ sh*t/ I lost my record deal.”
Cats was bringing it in what. ’92-’93. What.

4. Ghetto’s been Good to me, YZ.
I don’t even remember the beat to this song.
THE GHETTOS BEEN GOOD TO MEEE–EEEE.

The hook was dope though. Old cat saying,

5. They Want Efx, Das Efx. The Baseline on this jawn is nasty. In fact it got stuck in my head in Feb and I had to itunes it.
Bum skipity, bum skipity bum ha….

6. Attitude, Rumpletiskins.
If anyone has this, holla at cha’ m.dot. I needs to have it in my life.
“My additude is f*cked up/ and real sh*tty”.
This hook reminds me of 12 cats, 6 blunts, 4 forties and 2 jeeps, just creeping through flatbush itchin’ to get into something.


7. Pistol Grip Pump, Volume 10.

I have a space for four more.

And I KNOW YALL got suggestions.

Bring ’em.

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Running is good.

The pain after running hurts.

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Back Packer Week Presents: The Back Packer Box Set


Say you on a island, Lost/Survivor style, and you can only bring 10 joints from that era.

Here are mine.

1. Main Ingredient.
Talk about your all purpose backpack founk.
I can chill to it.

Mash to it.
Homework to it.
Lounge to it.

2. Illmatic
I’d rather listen to this than just about anything else errrry day.
Unless Im happy.
Then. Well. Main Ingredient.
Illmatic has a way of making you feel like you are in a scene from Clockers.
Especially when I’m blue.

3. Ressurection.
Watermelon is the straight head nod.
U also can’t lose w/ the seminal I Usta Love Her.

4. Bizzare Ryde to the Pharcyde
Part of me likes,Log Cabin a lil bit more (w/ She Said, Groupie “ips), but the Era bizzarre Ryde reps is more relevent to my b-girl developement.

5. Enta Da Stage.
Franklin Avenue Posse what.
Buck shot still could get it w/ his lil sexy @ss.
Evil D beats. This fool, if anyone needs to be putting out mixtapes.

6. De La Soul Is Dead
PP and De La Invented THE skit on this Jawn. They went all out on this jawn.
With discussions ranging from a Pistol Packing Santa, to MC Hammer and revealing their anti Arsenio resentments makes this a BP staple.

7. Reel to Reel.
“There’s just one thing I wanna say.”
“Copy, Copy, Copy, Copy”.
Um. Back Packer Anthem Batches!

8. Midnight Marauders
I learned about Broadway Joe, of Mice and Men all from one CD.
And the BEATS STILL KNOCK, what 12 years later.
This sh*t wins just off the cover design alone.

“Bust off on ya crew/ like Mario Lemuex/”

I know yall gonna have problems.

I have spaces left for two.

Can’t decide between,
Death Certificate. Listening to cube was like hearing Farrakhan nephew give you a lecture on Malcom. Hoodrific Ignorance.

Do You Want More. Come on. I couln’t play The Roots like that.

Beastie Boys. Pauls Boutique. I think that is one of the first tapes my brother ever let me “hold”. I almost put it on the list for that reason alone.
Step Into the Arena. Too many gangstars to choose.

Breaking Atoms. Extra P still foune. From the first hint of the bass to Front Door, to the crazy Politcal Friendly Game of Baseball. Plus his delivery is nasssteee.

Biz Mark is Going OffUm. Them samples is Nasty and it KNOCK and soon as you press play. Biz was allways that chubby cat that got over on his charm.
You know it!

Blowout Comb. This Bedstuy and general jazzy BK love on this jawn is bananas. And it has crazy replay value to this day.

Something by Gangstarr. Daily Operation anyone? I know. Im slipping. I just didn’t know which one to choose.

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I know I have left something off.
I know ya’ll got some smart @ss comments to make.

Enjoy.

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Backpacker Week Presents Volume III: Grand Puba

Puba. One word.

Those throaty rhymes where you could hear the juice in the corner of his lips. Many images conjured.

The unmistakable low eyes.

Hillfiger.

Spirit.

O-kay o-kay o-kay, what more could I say?
Alamo get the boom and.. parlay parlay
Im far from the average, civilize the savage
When Im low on protein Im with the bean soup and cabbage

Skins on the diet, kick the flavor, cause a riot
Do a show
and get the dough and then Im off to the hyatt

So tie me on the spliff, aint no ands or if
And if you really wanna riff you just might end up playin stiff

Girbauds hangin baggy, hilfiger on the top Knapsack on the back,
thats just my flavor hobbes
As my man gives a zigga zigga,
watchin three grow bigga bigga
To pos k, thats my nigga
Here goes the wreck, whaddayou expect?
If you wanna see some wreck, send cash, not a check
Grand puba, more than a public figure

Quick to kick the bone up the butt of a golddigger
Now tic-tac-toe means I hit three in a row

If I do a show then you better have my dough
Low, low, well how low can you go?

Call on grand puba if you really need a pro
Cause my shits more rugged than g.i. joe
Dont front honey, act like you know

Now big up to my brooklyn mob (brooklyn! brooklyn!)
Big up to my uptown mob (uptown! uptown!)

Who better represents Bkpcker than Puba?

Sh*t. He MIGHT even be the inargural Backpacker.

Puba was one of the only golden era cats, besides Bussie, to give us one of the flyest ‘GON SOLO Albums ever.

There was a minute last year, while warming up before running on the treadmill, I would listen to Reel to Reel.

Talk about EXTENSIVE replay value.

At the end of the day.

It comes down to what you want from the music.

Can WE live.

Can we have a little of everything?

Party and Bullsh*t.

A lil fun sittin up trippin on some 22’s and video vixens gettin some D’s.

Some garden variety misogyny and sexy gun play.

And some stories about the 360 degrees of life.

For trill.