wreck ya whole hood like a head-on collision
I can't make this any better than it actually is: Ya Boy working with Kevin Federline.
Thank you, Nation of Thizzlam for making my morning. Since I last wrote about him, he joined up with Game's Black Wall Street label and, according to an article in XXL, moved to LA. Not exactly welcome in the Bay anymore, probably no longer down with San Quinn and Done Deal. But it's not like his super-slick stupid punchline-filled style was fitting with Quinn's grit. I don't know if you can call him a sell-out when his breakout single was over some Darth Vader shit. Dude has a shine to him that smells like commercial success and it makes a lot of sense that he'd be collabing with Mr. Popozao himself (REMIX!). According to his website, he's showin up in Star and US Weekly. I give him maybe 9 months before he's guesting on Christina Milan tracks. Might need a name change though.
Speaking of name changes, Peedi Crakk aka Peedi Peedi is credited on the new Freeway tape as Peedi Crazy. For what it's worth, I like the tape better than some people. It's not great and I'd still just rather hear "All My Life" and "What We Do" back to back for an hour, but rappers are sharks and it's good to see motion. Oh boy!
3xW gives the run-down on A-Trak's show at the Knitting Factory this weekend. As much as Trizzy talked a big game about integrating turntablism and party music, it wasn't that effective, but that had a lot to do with the number of people that clearly came to see a show, not to dance. GLC and Cuizinier did their respective things though. Cuizinier rocked a lot of hazard light orange and rapped in French over "Simply the Best" and "I Like to Move It Move It" (quoth this dude: "this shit was wack in high school!"). GLC was good, not great, but if you don't have this yet, you are sleepin (if only for the Three 6 collab, "Clap Your Hands"...even in abbreviated form, its brilliance makes me want to buy GLC's entire album.) Much to my surprise, I got to meet one of the Osirises of this blog shit, but attempts to get flix of him and Dave1 from Chromeo leaning with it and rocking with it were foiled.
And finally, all this hoopla about Stephen Colbert puttin a backhand on the president (video inside) is overblown. Last night, Colbert gave a speech at the White House Press Correspondent's Dinner and left the gloves off. Selected, paraphrased lines included, on Dubya's 32% approval rating, "the glass isn't half empty, Mr. President, it's two-thirds empty" and "if the government that governs best governs least, the government in Iraq is the finest in the world." Those on the left are high-fiving each other for putting this shit in Dub's face, amazed that he got away with it. But he gets away with it every night on national TV.
This weekend, I saw Hammer and Tickle, a documentary on the history of the joke in the Soviet Bloc. At first, citizens are regularly imprisoned for telling jokes, shipped off to die in Siberia. After the 1956 rebellion in Hungary, imprisonments for jokes dropped markedly; the government decided that citizens that vent frustration through a joke are less likely to do so with actual rebellion. Here in America, we've been bitching for six years now, yet we're still in Iraq, still ruining the budget and still insisting trickle-down works. Freedom of speech is important, but the Cheney/Rove regime is fully aware of the relationship between actual dissent and expressions of dissent. Colbert and Stewart are funny, but they don't accomplish a damn thing. No matter how many zingers Colbert gets in on Bush, he's still the President, and he's still ruining our country. Americans need to realize that accurate criticism is not a functional way to provoke change.
(Of course, you don't need to tell non-Americans that.)