December 2010
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November 2010
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Some may wonder who the white boy in all the GOOD Music flicks is, well its Mr. Hudson. I guess this video was released six months ago, but its my first time viewing it. I still haven’t got around to hearing his whole album Straight No Chaser, but I’ve dug what I’ve heard. Its like 808s on roids, but still emotionally cold and tonally frigid as its predecessor. Lines like “I rather you have the football team than him” are funny and honest.
We don’t be fucn with Bobby Ray’s lame eclectic barely rap, but this joint is nice. Wiz adds his touches at the end after B.o.B goes in for 3min
I pretty much began to feel and see the end of my unwavering love for rap music around 1998, and by 2000, rap had entered a “dark age” in my opinion. If it wasn’t Stones Throw, Def Jux, Little Brother, Murs or DOOM, I really wasn’t checking for rap from 2000-2005. Luckily, I began my obsession with jazz music. One of the albums that hit me the hardest was Miles Davis’ Bitches Brew. I can never articulate jazz from a technical stand point, but I definately understand it on intellectual, spiritual and emotional terms. Though at the time my knowledge of jazz was impoverished, Bitches Brew’s miasma of sound, and clusterfuck of ideas reminded me every bit of the rap, jungle and rock music I enjoyed previous to my discovery of it.
Online mag Revivalist is dedicating a month to Bitches Brew, which is as much about Miles, as it is his circus of musicians, which are as much about the times: 1969. Though at the time of its release critics and fellow jazz musicians shitted on Miles’ excursions / expirments, time has shown him to be the sonic visionary and leader he was. Bitches Brew is a tremondous artistic statement and achievement and a month is really the amount of time it would take to properly asses it’s legacy. I look forward to Revivalist’s celebration of its existence.
This is a link to a never heard live version of “Directions” written by Joe Zawinul. LISTEN & enjoy.
The hook is bleh, but everything else knocks. Someone make sure Tip keeps getting work!
1972 cover of the Al Green classic. This is how we start Sunday mornings
To errbody who’s began to follow us since we started this lil space of words images and ideas a few months ago. ONE!