…because I feel like doing this.
(not the video edit…but fuck it, it’s a crystal clear copy of the video)
…because I feel like doing this.
A couple of my favorite, previously-sampled records that which compliment the (finally) “comfortable” weather out here in NYC.
I said “a couple”…there you have it.
Seriously though, the night started with some vintage Jackson 5 to set off the whole birthday vibe (being that it was MJ’s bornday as well), into some 70’s and 80’s cook-out classics…then things got deep. The Golden Age crates got dug out…vintage everything from De La, Tribe, Black Sheep, Cypress, Chubb Rock, P.E., Rakim, Run DMC, Main Source, Pete Rock & CL Smooth, a Deathrow-a-thon…to name a little of what was then followed by classic Dancehall murder courtesy of my millz DJ Conquerrah (RESCUE TEAM WHATTUP). Things got outta hand in all the good ways possible…he gave me the most proper alley(-oop) with some Biggie, more Cypress, and Onyx…the rest was a gorgeous blur.
Seriously, even the requests were on-point…things like “Halftime”, “”93 ’til Infinity”, “Incarcerated Scarfaces”, “The Takeover”, and mucho mention of Wu Tang and Native Tongues classic ALBUMS…mostly coming from the lady side of things. Yep.
I remember yelling … a lot…mostly because I played a jarring slew of Wu Tang classics…spanning 36 Chambers to even The W …almost mosh pit status with all the body slamming and arm throwing.
Huge shouts to everyone who came through…it was my pleasure.
music that makes for an angry half-grin
Gotta love the “grimy basement party steez” (as Conquerrah so correctly coined it). Shit was like a house party for real…just a really big room with a big bar.
happy shirts make happy birthdays
shouts to Jocelyn for posting pics of the night
Wish I had a decent camera with which to snap shots as well… this was one for the books.
Three major joints of the night… (one video has two songs in it…you should know that):
See you at No Malice Palace in the Lower East come Thursday night.
Fuck it… the URL is back to it’s OG form. After having seen more pages with links to this lovely space on the Internet…I’ve come to realize how truly prime the real estate is around here.
I’m staying for another year.
Today is a new one. Off I go into this insanely comfortable NYC weather.
A very welcomed break from the retarded hot and humid bull’ we’ve been experiencing over the last couple of weeks. Yes, I was outside in 66-degree coolness this morning and cannot wait for the chain of days like this to arrive. Fall and Spring win.
Enough posting…enjoy the reading and media…and enjoy the day.
Time for me to hop on the BMX and make moves!
And to close on the topic of classics and “new day” appreciation…here’s an essential:
Say what you will about the more modern day Cube who decided to subscribe to the whole Hollywood thing, post-Singleton, where he’s either doing a flick that reinforces the same (negative) African-American stereotypes or a “family-friendly”, cream puff outing (which probably supports some of the same shitty stereotypes). So yes, say what you will…I just did, in so many words.
That aside, YOU CANNOT TELL ME SHIT about the angry, politically charged West Coast lyricist (-slash-ghostwriter, ha!) of the late ’80’s to about ’93/’94.
On to the highlights in video form:
Irony at it’s best…
One last hit…unfortunately, no visual media for this one…
Yep. After typing “purpletapepedigree.blogspot.com” enough/one too many times, I’ve come to realize how tedious that URL was…and we all know that tedium is no fun. So today marks a moment of renovation… I present to you, the new URL: ptp-blog.blogspot.com
Of course…you know this already, since you’re here reading this.
First off, I’d like to thank MC Izzy Ice (or “Iz”) and DJ Majesty for forming Da King & I and creating 1993’s Contemporary Jeep Music. If one requested an album which encapsulated the transitional feeling of ’93 (or mid-’92 to the tip of ’94…aka the “early-mid 90’s”), in being a step away from the playful funk motif into a lower-ended, edgier, raw “hoodies and 40-Below’s” sound that maintained the fundamental emphasis on exuding originality, this would be one of those I’d throw in that person’s hand alongside Enta Da Stage, Enter the 36 Chambers, Mecca and the Soul Brother, Stunts, Blunts, and Hip Hop, and Intoxicated Demons. This album was criminally slept-on as it wreaks of ambition and ingenuity (call it “creative drive”, perhaps)…playing host to a wide array of beats, some hard, some still playful, but all with layered samples and whip rattling basslines…plus the flipping through concepts and styles, song to song, flawlessly executed with unusual agility by Iz (style AND content).
And now to today’s feature presentation…
Peep the Buckshot cameo ‘pon mention of calling his “rugrats”…real Brooklyn shit.
And lastly, the drums…
I’d also like to thank whoever came up with this blog idea, for the last few years have introduced me to so many astounding bits of music. Contemporary Jeep Music is no exception. Much like at least one other person out there in the blogosphere, it was not until recently when I had (re-)discovered this album and gave to it my undivided. I was blown away. Without venturing too deeply into the brush of album synopsis, let me just mention that I have listened to Da King & I’s masterpiece at least once a week since my re-awakening to its omnipotent presence in the “Golden Age” annals. Here’s a very fresh interview with Maj to read after finishing with your session of educational listening (found on “From Da Bricks” in doing a search for something related to them). PTP style.