Vandal Squad. The anti-graff gang.
Blah blah blah…in society…blah blah…on society.
Snitches get stiches
The mark of the squealer
I’m out on a mission
If I had to explain the graphics for the new PTP layout (those which sit at the top of the page)… I chose this photo as an obvious reflection of the concept behind PTP, displaying the constant battle and ever-growing void between the ideals of “Old(e) New York” and those of “New New York” (more like “hollow preach” if you ask me)…progression, sincerity, revolt, and insanity versus mass consumerism/mass production, submission, unilateralism, and “white-washing” (take that how you want it, fucker). For the layman: on the left, you have one of the last truly legendary walls, on 23rd Street and 10th Avenue, while on the right, you have workers “blue washing” the Manhattan Mini-Storage logo off of the building to make things more “aesthetically pleasing” for users of the High Line walkway.
You should know who these two cats are…yes, the two names in large print on the aforementioned wall…especially if you’ve grown and actually lived in NYC. Having just moved here does NOT earn you the right to say you’ve LIVED in this shithole…and yes it IS a shithole, but no, not at all like it used to be. I’d say it is worse NOW, with subway cars that more resemble the bathrooms in your sterile and florescent 5th Avenue shared office than that of CBGB’s, or the Wetlands. And there’s more reason ahead. But first. The original point of this article.
How 4 letters can be absolutely fucking brutal. It’s about the approach and heart behind it.
Now to more reasons why shit has gone increasingly awry…
Yesterday’s post at Vanishing New York was a sad one; revealing the migration of hard hats to the wall on the left (photo by Steven Benga). Yes. They have defaced our wall. Under the orders of City authorities, whom did everything but consult with the actual people who make up the city, workers went on to remove the Revs and Cost tags. Very well-written articles, full of colorful adjectives and true opinion (of course, opposing this madness) can be found here and at The Gothamist. Props to Jeremiah Moss of VNY, Steven Benga, and Jake Dobkin and John Del Signore at The Gothamist for the absolutely necessary coverage on the destruction of a vital piece of NYC history.
Originally, I was going to title this post “Break Down The Walls”…but after having read the news at VNY, the inner feeling of angry backlash has grown from merely “something in the air” to a dense, mustard yellow fog. They are doing the breaking. It’s time for some get-back.
Won’t show you no mercy at all
Put ya in check cuz I thought you were my friend
Don’t come to me
Won’t show you no mercy at all
What does it take to prove you were a fake
The mayor and Parks authority can fuck off, along with the likes of luxury crusties and b&t kids. I hope a biblical rain of poly-epoxy and 4AM rebellion hit the section between Gansevoort Street and 34th Street like gangbusters…and rows of doped out, late-70’s Times Square hookers rise from the ground to “throw pussy” at any and ALL who choose to peruse the High Line.
As a final musical dedication…to both Revs and Cost…two cats who spat on the velvet rope of conventionality.
More VHS love on PTP…you hopefully saw the Trilogy stuff from last week, now enjoy this…
Found this classic On The Go video up on the ‘Tube. Props to Cosmo Baker for posting this ill shit. Whether you’re a graffiti head or not, this video was/is chock full of insane footy that runs the gamut of Hip Hop, including an off-the-top freestyle by a young ass Black Thought backed by a young Brother ?uestion (of The Roots, of course), a fun little interview with the Artifacts, and classic beat juggling routines by the X-Men’s Joe Sinista and Rob Swift. Way more too…just watch and appreciate the grit.
Let’s keep it short today. The weekend is looming. I have to run around like a maniac to finish up some projects.
L kills this. One of my favorite combos of verse and beat…I mean seriously…THAT beat?!?! PTP calls it a “nightrider whip anthem”. I would be out at late-enough hours and hear this writhe and pound out of various rides. Shit sounded like ESG’s “UFO” was savagely assaulted by Kubrick’s The Shining. The simplicity of its arrangement just makes for a lumbering giant of a soundscape. Cake taker.
In this episode, Lord Finesse comes through to Yo! MTV Raps to promote his Return Of The Funkyman album. He brings along his man “Nicky” as well as a young chap by the name of “Big L”. Ed Lover almost immediately takes notice of the “Devil’s son” element in L’s almost-too-quiet demeanor. Finesse speaks about being down with Ice-T’s crew, The Syndicate, and spits a freestyle. Enjoy this clip in all of its archival glory.
Around the same time, this cut was recorded…
Big L Week continues here at PTP…
Everyone should know about C.O.C., Children Of The Corn. Big L, Killa Cam, Bloodshed (R.I.P.), Murda Mase, Herb McGruff, and Digga on the beats.
Check the original version…Cam’s verse is different and stupid ill.
When folks say “Horrorcore” in reference to raps about the occult, gore, and all around evil shit…cats seem to stop on the East Coast steez with groups like Gravediggaz, Flatlinerz (unfortunately), and then have to resort to namedropping later stuff like early Cage and Necro (shit I’d even put Godfather Don AND Kool Keith as quality producers of the sub-genre). The funny thing to me is, most people don’t remember, or never realized, that Big L was easily one of the first on the East Coast to really, really go there with the dark, fucked up, kill-your-mother-then-eat-her-children imagery. I still have an old issue of On The Go (well…by now, what issue of On The Go isn’t ancient?) in which they quote L as saying he started the whole “horrorcore” thing on this side of the map with “Devil’s Son”. I believe it. I’ll have to scan that before the week is up.
Here’s a great example of L’s horrorcorebilities…off of his classic, Lifestylez Ov Da Poor & Dangerous…”Danger Zone”.
“Every Sunday, a nun lay, from my gun spray
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