Empress Sharhh is the Nicest Emcee Since Jay Electronica

Mos Def Points out Doom’s Awesome Idiosyncrasies.

On the new Doom album, Born Like This, there are many guest stars,

Ghost, Rae, but I had Empress Sharrh joint on repeat for the last twenty
minutes. Take a listen. I’ll wait.

She had me at , “Sign away your publishing for Jordan’s and loosie?”

Say word?

I feel like she made this song for me.

Seeing as The Clipse, on of my favorites,
called me a Tree Huggin’ ass bitch,
it feels good to feel like a song was made for me.

Still Dope represents what is both sad and fresh about hip hop.
On one level, I
thinks its fresh that she even made it. On another, its all
bad that songs like this are so few and far in between.

On this song Doom wears is Boom Bap big band composer hat
to the fullest. Listen to the changes in the hook. The rhythm
shifts, the horn
section gets amplified. The beat sounds like
Showbiz on acid with a live horn section. I couldn’t believe
my ears when I heard it, I
thought that the song blended into
another. Then I realized
that this is classic doom ear drum
manipulation. Enjoy.


Yeh? Ney?

Too weird?

Not weird enough?

Empress Sharr on some 9th Wonder?
Or Kanye or Salaam Remi. Awesome.

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

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


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.


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?


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.

Jay Electronica is Basquiat on Wax

I believe in Jay the way ?uestlove belives in Tanya Morgan.

Ever since I read Grace Lee Boggs autobiography I have

been obsessed with the notion of becoming a more human, human.

Jay brings multi-layered samples similar to Doom.

Farrakhan samples
Muhammad Ali samples.
Tribe-esque licks.

Come to think of it, I don’t think The Nation
has been on a rap song since Death Certificate.

His music is haunted by Jay D.
He brings the hunger of an early Jay Z.
He is comfortable with being weird,
like a sorry Ms. Jackson era Three Stacks.

When you listen to his music, you don’t know where its
but you know that you want to go there with him.

In life, you sometimes have to concede that
you don’t know where things are going.
It has become painfully clear to me that
being vulnerable is a sign of transformation.
That sense of not being in control,
of going hard in the paint, of giving it your all
and waiting for the chips to fall. It’s like Tupac at his best.

Pac wasn’t always wasn’t right, he wasn’t always wrong,
but he put his heart on it, and at the end of the day
what more can you ask for?

Jay’s music reminds me of this vulnerability.

When was the last time you heard an emcee with something
to say? With each new song, you wanted to hear more?

Electronica is that dude.


You listen? What do you think of him?

Why is it so hard to be vulnerable?

Why is it so hard for people to accept
being weird?