Breihan Conveys Why I Love Boom Bap Now and Forvever

In a Voice Article a couple of weeks ago Breihan spoke on Black Moon in a way the captured what I love about my Boom Bap folks, they play they position.

The main reason that last night’s show ended up being worth the hassle at all was, unsurprisingly enough, the Boot Camp Clik, who seem constitutionally incapable of putting on a bad show. The only BCC group on the bill last night was Black Moon, but one of the great things about going to rap shows in New York is that most of BCC is virtually guaranteed to show up every time any affiliated group has a local show. This time, we got four of the Fab Five: Buckshot, Sean Price, Rock, Tek. I love that all these guys are still around and still active. More than any other mid-90s NY rap vets, they seem to understand their place in the world. They might never be superstars, but they have a devoted cult audience, one they can keep happy through constant touring and a near-frantic album-release schedule. And every time I see them onstage, they look overjoyed to be up there. Black Moon’s show is really tight and rehearsed, and their hard formalism makes perfect sense in this town. Sean Price was one of the judges in the art-contest, so he stayed seated at the side of the stage the entire time, just waiting to be activated. Rock was entirely content to play hypeman at the back of the stage for the entire set, and that’s what he would’ve done if Sway hadn’t insisted that someone give him a mic. It’s always fun to see Rock and Buckshot onstage at the same time, since Rock is roughly twice Buckshot’s size. (Buck passed me on the stairs last night, and he came up to about my elbow.) These guys do shows around the city constantly, and I really need to make sure I get out to see them more often, since every show inevitably leaves me feeling great. I’ll be out of town this weekend and I won’t be able to see them at Rock the Bells, but I can’t wait to hear how they do in front of the enormous Rage/Wu-Tang crowd.

There is NOTHING like that post Hip Hop show feeling.



What was the last great hip hop show you went to?


Black Consumerism 101

People Buy What Makes Them Feel Comfortable.
Thats what your boy Birkhold said a coupla weeks ago
and that
quote stays marinating on my mind.

I thought about this while I was on BART yesterday and
I heard a young lady talking about spending $2-300
on her hair.

Now don’t get it twisted. Pun intended.
Black women INVEST in they hair.

Having our hair done makes is feel attractive, presentable
and sexy.

But, three hunned dollas? I only wondered
how solvent she was and if she was as willing
to spend as much on books for school or
classes at a community college.

But back to Birkhold. So. If we BUY what makes us feel comfortable
then, when a white kid buys 50 cent, how is that making him/her
feel comfortable?

For me HIP Hop makes me feel:
Angry, PE, Mos Def
Pensive, De La Soul
Reflective, Nas
Restless, Jim Jones
Stoopid, Turf Talk
Nerdy, Doom
Ruthless, Jay

But back to buying what makes us feel comfortable.

That would explain our affinity for RIMS, nails and weaves.


It was so warm in Oakland today I could smell errry
thang. Swear. I was walking down the street and I
sniffed, and I was like. “Where are the Black Berries?”

Low and behold there they were across the street growing
on the side of the freeway. Smelling like my childhood.

Bugged out right?


Man arrested for Cauncey Baileys murder now says that he
coerced into the confession.

Devaughndre Broussard, the 19-year-old Your Black Muslim Bakery janitor, said he didn’t stalk or kill Bailey and knew nothing about the noted newsman.

Following his arrest, Broussard was taken to the Eastmont Substation where he was questioned by police. But he claims he was beaten and shown a confession he alleges was manufactured by police, he said on camera to KTVU Channel 2.

Homicide Commander Lt. Ersie Joyner III vehemently denied Broussard’s allegations.

“The interview was conducted in a professional and ethical manner,”Joyner said. “And the taped confession has him in a nonscripted manner openly discussing the case. He was never physically harmed or threatened in any manner.

“Joyner said this tactic was not unexpected and other suspects in other cases have tried to do similar things.


Anybody got finding forever.

Gotty said it was like a newer version of Be.

Which I can’t evaluate because I only listen
to Resurrection. <<----outta pocket.


It really is a commercial for pot holders but still. Its goood.
Can’t remember the last time I was that CAPTIVATED by a video.

Dwight Spitz is touring in Texas this month.
If you are out
that way, you NEEDS to support.


Summer is winding down. Is it everything you wanted it to be?


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 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’ 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.


Running is good.

The pain after running hurts.


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.


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



Go See East Of Havana or You Ain’t Hip Hop.

I slept yall. I saw this movie almost a month ago and I have been meaning to tell you about it. East of Havana is about Hip Hip in Cuba.

The filmmakers ? who are Cuban-American themselves ? zero in on a collective called El Cartel, composed of the charismatic Mikki (a flirt who raises pigeons), a poetic woman named Magyori (a street huckster who’s as tough as any guy) and the group’s political firebrand, Soandry, who laments the marginalization of politically tinged rap since its heyday in the United States in the early 1990s. (“I live trapped in that time,” he admits.)

Although the film is set in 2004 during the weeklong run-up to the International Festival of Rap Cubano and in the shadow of Hurricane Charley, there’s no phony urgency. The filmmakers are mainly interested in hearing the music and learning about the musicians’ compelling personal stories. (Soandry, for instance, longs to be reunited with his older brother, who fled to the United States a decade earlier.)

And trust. You WILL be a different person after you watch it. I know, my back pack readers, b-girls/boys, and the mtv jawns, might think, here she go with this sh*t again.

Following Magyori and fellow rappers
as they prepare for an international hip-hop festival taking place in Havana in 2004, East of Havana sets their individual stories against the bitter, resilient landscape of Cuba’s political history. For the youth in the film, music doesn’t just have a purpose, it is a purpose, and the artists find in hip-hop a “mental freedom,” a lyrical and ideological purity that recalls American hip-hop before it crusted over with diamonds and demagogues.

But please believe there is nothing like seeing fools rap, JUST FOR THE SAKE OF RAPPIN.

Seeing a dude in Cuba, live near the beach, not really have a lot of paper, BUT has crazy love for hip hop.


2 of the three characters had to go outside to get water either from a pump or from a cooler.

THAT SH*T was bananas. The female character in the documentary HUSTLES USED CLOTHES TO MAKE PAPER. The IDEA of Get Rich or Die Trying, or Bling, Or Coming Up, is foreign to them. I swear, for these cats, hip hop is like breathing. And it makes my 89-92 loving heart smile.

While it may not come to your local theaters.

Netflix it.

IMDB it.

Myspace it.

Get that sh*t into ya life.



Hi Blog fam.

Has anyone else seen it?