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This Is Howie Dewitt.
Saturday, May 1, 2010
This is just one of those tracks that makes you think back to a better time, as if the first time you heard it was when some really memorable shit went down. The thoughts running through my mind? Lasers, golden era hip-hop, The Thames and making something out of my life.
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
Damn man. One of the greatest. For the sake of hip-hop, I hope the next Guru is out there.
I got the right mind to drop my feelings over the instrumental but I'll just let the GangStarr men handle it. Rest In Peace.
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
The 2009-2010 season has turned into a complete trainwreck for Allen Iverson. Injuries and age seem to have eroded his skills to the point where he is a shell of his former greatness. Recently leaving the 76ers to be with his ailing daughter, other news contributing to the decision to call it a season and, possibly, career, has surfaced.
If this is how it's gonna go down for A.I., then sadness doesn't even begin to explain what I feel. This is pretty much the pre-eminent basketball idol of my teenage years. Each day, I feel disproportionately further from the peak of my love affair with Iverson: proudly wearing his jersey in the hostile environment of the Staples Center during Game 1 of the 2001 NBA Finals, where he dropped 48 on the home team for a stunning overtime win.
The senseless killing of Christopher Wallace remains a permanent locus point in the still incomplete circle of life of Hip-Hop. Let's remember the good times. I got Juicy, Big Poppa, One More Chance (remix), Hypnotize and a bonus for the streets: his Fulton Avenue freestyle battle that became Guaranteed Raw.
R.I.P. Biggie Smalls
Monday, March 8, 2010
By now, I should know better. John Cusack movies always end up involving him pining for some ex-wife/ex-girlfriend/ex-lax/whatever. I think back to when I paid 12 bucks to watch 1408 in the theatre because I was excited by the prospect of seeing a movie where John Cusack didn't play Lloyd Dobbler or a bitchmade facsimile. I got burned in that one, too. What the fuck, Stephen King?! What. The. Fuck.
That said, there is too much good going on around John Cusack for me to not wanna watch Hot Tub Time Machine. Cue the red band trailer.
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
Being such a young artform, Hip-Hop has a tendency to forget those who paved the road. Slowly we are coming back to commemorate the first and second waves of Hip-Hop's pioneers but it seems like the mid-to-late 80s artists from the Golden Era are largely forgotten.
Tone-Lōc is one of those guys. A lot of folks don't remember Tone and many of those who do conveniently choose to forget about him. Hindsight should eventually reveal this album to be one of the classics of it's era. Tone had the voice and a smooth delivery but it doesn't stop there.
Lōc-ed After Dark (1988) featured the first hip-hop productions of the legendary Dust Brothers. Though still a far shout from the masterful sound collage they would accomplish on The Beastie Boys' "Paul's Boutique" tracks like "Wild Thing" and "Funky Cold Medina" show the seeds being planted. "Cheeba Cheeba" (which uses the now oft-used sample of Edwin Starr's great "Easin' In") was one of the first rap songs advocating marijuana use. And while I can't be sure how far the history of ghostwriting goes, this was one of the first instances in my history with Hip-Hop where I found the use of ghostwriters; in this case, Young MC (another talented westcoast MC forgotten by time).
A quick peek at Wikipedia revealed that Lōc-ed After Dark's great album cover is a remake of Donald Byrd's album cover for A New Perspective. Another fancy tidbit for the 80s babies who've been trying to forget the decade through wanton alcohol and drug experimentation: the first video below this diatribe, the clip for "Wild Thing", is a take on Robert Palmer's "Addicted To Love". I also added the video for "Funky Cold Medina"
Sunday, February 28, 2010
I don't know the words to this, nor am I Russian, but after hearing this again in the closing ceremonies, I am convinced that Russia's national anthem is the best in the world. No, I haven't heard every anthem. Nor do I have to. I know that this one makes me wanna be the best I can be for my country and damn if that doesn't make it best.
To help the skeptical enjoy it more, I found this video montage of Ivan Drago scenes from Rocky IV to make the three minutes and change float like a flying hammer and sting like a sickle to the face. Blaaaoooowwww!!!