On Tuesday, Lil’ Wayne will be invading ESPN2’s airwaves as a guest on First Take. He’ll be pitted against Skip Bayless in the 1st and 10 segment. 2009, at least the early part, will be akin to the year after winning a National Championship on the college level where you get a recruiting bump. For Wayne it’ll be in the form of endorsements and media shine like this. Not bad for an album that will be remembered more for it’s sales than content. ( Want more? )
In spite of myself, I think I’m anticipating Notorious. By expecting greatness a decent movie, I know there’s potential for failure. But with the trailers & shit I’ve seen, it looks like the movie will be at least respectable to the memory of who Christopher George Latore Wallace was to music. And the movie has made me start to think back to when Big first hit the scene. ( Want more? )
For me, great Hip-Hop connects to the music I remember as a child and the songs I’ve listened to over and over again for the last fifteen years. The dynamic sounds of the ’90s: West Coast G-Funk battling with New York underground for musical dominance and bragging right. I obsess over that era, so much so that it affects my ability to enjoy new Hip-Hop.
But can you blame me? The music from that era is a different level of dope; the beats grimier, the rhymes wittier, the personalities bigger and the lyrics ( Want more? )
Growing up, I always had a fascination with the trumpet. My father’s old one sat in the basement and I spent many an afternoon trying to play it. It was a disaster to say the least, as I could never get my lips right to hit the notes and the 3 key note structure bewildered me to no end. My dad always tried to show me ( Want more? )
We’ve come a long way. When we see something demeaning from BET, McDonald’s or, well, BET, there is a forum to call attention to it and try to initiate some sort of change. But imagine being bombarded with stuff like this old Lois Lane comic every day. It’s just amazing to think about a time when such racism permeated every aspect of people’s lives.
With that being said, this is pretty fucking ridiculous. As you can tell from the cover, Lois Lane wanted to embark on a one-day experiment to see what life would be if she were Black. ( Want more? )
Even though we all know print media is on life support, crippled by the pace of the innernuts. But we also know that you can’t take your laptop into the bathroom with you. In my household, a good periodical by the commode is almost as essential as toilet paper (and Lysol). The info below wasn’t my find but I found it worthy of sharing. ( Want more? )
