Oaktown pride, fo' sheezy
First of all, happy High Five Day, and happy Get High Day as well. (Thanks to Jeffro for the heads up on High-5 Day).
Now, 4/20, i.e. 4 divided by 20, is .2, as in 2Pac, which brings us to Too Short, and, via an admittedly circuitous segue, to Oakland rap. So, I stumbled upon this article about the current state of Oakland rap, and wanted to share it with y'all. Now, you know I hella heart Oaktown, but I have to admit I've been caught sleeping on this Hyphy thing. 
However, after reading that one of Keak da Sneak's tracks "samples the Commodores' 'Brick House,' a rattlesnake and what sounds like two guys enjoying a plate of chicken wings," I am so going out and buying his latest album, "Kunta Kinte." (Side note to Jess, you might wanna check this shit out too, since I know how you love Tom Waits, and the writer of the article claims that "Keak is sort of the Tom Waits of rap, with a voice that sounds as if he's been gargling Pennzoil and has a penchant for sonic experimentation.")
This is coming off my (also belated) discovery of Three 6 Mafia, whose song "Life Or Death (Killa Klan Kaze)" Jess and I were fortunate enough to hear in my car at about 5am a couple Fridays ago en route to extended Amnesia afterhours debauchery. We immediately realized that it blew the ass off of even the darkest of breaks tracks, as far as pure evil goes, and therefore became our theme song for the night, and dare I say, for my year. Seriously, it's like if Satan stopped by some dingy Dirty South recording studio, laid down some rhymes, then played it back on 33. And it fucking rocks!OK so I just read this post over and totally realize that it doesn't really hold together as a cohesive missive, but you know what, you're high anyways so who cares!
posted by stefbot @ 11:25 AM
5 Comments:
huh. huh huh. you said hella.
seriously, tho. three 6 makes freq nasty sound like barry manilo. next time i spin in SF i'm just gonna drop that album on a loop and smoke a huge blunt with my arms crossed behind the decks. tear the club up hell, i wanna make those breaks hippies cry.
Memphis!!!
you should totally do that. and you should get some red glowing eyes for the occasion. and a pitchfork. and sacrifice a pig too.
sacrifice a pig? you just want the bacon. you'd totally be standing behind me with a frying pan.
MURDAH!!!
ummm, are you allowed to comment on your own blog? isn't that a bit blogo-ass-spherical?
E-ville in da house!
Actually, Otto, Stef and I maintain this blog pretty much just so we can hear ourselves talk, so I think it's very appropriate. But since The Doctor himself has broken his long silence on GTG, maybe others will follow and we won't have to hold up so much of the gatdamned conversation all on our own. We're getting exhausted. Really.
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