I’m from the generation that thinks all Hip-Hop/rap music after 1995 sucks, unless you’re Jay-Z, Nas or the Roots. This includes Lil’ Wayne. So when I first heard the lyrics to this “Lollipop” song, “Shawty wanna fuck/Bottles in da club”, I was like what the fuck is this bullshit? And like most pop music, if you hear a song enough times, you get brainwashed into somewhat liking it or at least accepting it for what it is. Even if you never actually verbally admit it to anyone. So I’m going out on a limb to admit I like this song. I like this song a lot. You know why? Because every hot girl under 30 years old who enters my place of work gets excited and sings the lyrics of this song as soon as it plays. It’s like if they can’t help it. So this little homely motherfucker accomplished something that Big, Jay-Z and all the nicest M.C.’s in the world haven’t. He’s empowered hot bitches across the country or at least in Washington Heights to sing that they want to suck some dick in public. That’s more than half the battle. All you have to do as a man is get them alone and produce and it just might go down. Literally. You can’t be mad at that. Unless you have a hot 16 year old daugther at home singing the song. Then I just might be pissed.
Posted on April 21, 2008 at 12:16 PM | Comment (2 comments)
I was born in San Francisco, California. No homo. I came to New York when I was three old. That’s the year this depressing, but intriguing video was filmed. This is the New York I remember growing up in. There are many who say that New York is losing it’s soul day by day. This may be true. But do we really want to go back to these days? Probably not. Because really.....I rather pop a bottle than pop a gat.
Posted on April 13, 2008 at 07:22 PM | Comment (3 comments)
“Still Swift:King of All B-Boys”
You know what’s amazing about this video? After dancing this hard for over a quarter of a century, my boy, the legendary Prince Ken Swift should have caused so much wear and tear on his joints and ligaments by now, that he should barely be able to walk or even raise his arms above his head. Much less, keep dancing better than ever and better than most. Humans were not built for this. Recognize and respect.
Posted on April 11, 2008 at 10:36 PM | Comment (12 comments)
“Frosty Freeze burner by Rey-One Ibm”
Respect to Rey for showing love all the way from Switzerland. Word!
Posted on April 06, 2008 at 02:53 PM | Comment (11 comments)
I’m sad to learn that a few hours ago, today, April 3rd, 2008 that my boy Frosty Freeze has left us. Over the last decade, I didn’t get many opportunities to see Frosty, but whenever we did, there was always an abundance of love and fond feelings between us.
You see, way before I was down with Doze or West or Poke or Tc5 and Fame City, my sister Pat brought home this dude named Kano Tc5. I was 13 years old when Kano took me to the legendary nightclub, the Roxy where parts of the movie Beat Street was filmed. At the time, the Roxy was Hip-Hop’s mecca. This is where I met my friends Roz-One and Frosty Freeze for the first time, along with Crazy Legs, Dondi, members of the New York City Breakers and just about everybody who was somebody in the mid-80’s. The thing was that I was only a shy, little, dirty Puerto Rican kid and nobody paid much attention to me. Roz-One and Frosty immediately took me under their wing and showed me mad love my first night at the Roxy. Soon afterwards, I got my first job as a messenger in midtown. This was way before the fax machine and e-mail was even thought of. Roz-One and Frosty were also messengers. Frosty for Lee’s Art on 57th street. This is where Roz and I would meet up with Frosty on many a perfect Spring afternoon, neglect our duties to hang out for a little while and smoke some weed. Simple good times that never fail to bring a smile to my face.
I can honestly say that in the twenty six years since I’ve met Frosty, he has shown me nothing but love. He never disrespected once. He was a rare character this way, especially in Hip-Hop in the 80’s where dissing was a way of life. I’m going to miss dude a lot and I know I’m far from alone in this. To have really known Frosty was to love him. Everybody dies. It’s just a part of life that I’ve accepted and become comfortable with. It’s been a very long time since I’ve shed a tear over someone I lost. But I just couldn’t help but shed some for Frosty, even as I write this. We didn’t just lose a Hip-Hop legend and pioneer, we lost a very beautiful soul. Rest in peace, Frosty. I love you.
Posted on April 03, 2008 at 01:25 PM | Comment (5 comments)
