With all of this Occupy movement stuff taking major lefts and rights…culminations and what not…I feel that it’s the perfect time to post evidence that even the Deuce was not safe from OCCUPY‘ATION! No, really…my co-d Note and I put our socio-political energy to work in trying to serve up some highly explosive molotov platters for your ears to list in this most recent ep of Forty Deuce.
No celebrities, no bullshit (no pun, maybe), just revolutionary funk and soul biscuits; backwards politics, war, drugs, surviving in the forgotten nooks of the inner city, and, ultimately, uniting to reach new heights as a human collective.
Perhaps the message in the music here will help kick some much-needed sense of forward direction into the lot of you “simply just sign holding” motherfuckers (probably not).
Coincidentally, there was a union of unseeable crate digging talent formed in the Forty ‘Gloo Clubhouse (East Village Radio) at the time of this set. Peace to all of our 42 Fams who were part of the movement: Gee, Keene, Wolf, Large Pro (thanks for making us blast this into the street), Oskar Mann (Never Not Working crew), Capital Pete & OG Chino (The Block crew), Schott Free & Matty C (Frozen Files crew), Nasty (4Word!), Vargucci, etc.
Even with the apparent “live rawness”/slight imperfections, I’m pretty fucking proud of this set. It’s certainly up to par with our last appearance, and that was one of my biggest concerns.
Ah, summer in the city…streets flooded with hydrant spray, glowing skin, icey carts, the warble of Mr. Softee‘s theme music, young freeze tag champions and old stoop sages alike, screeches from a busy ball court, the combined scent of some-hybrid tropical fruit fragrance, lighter fluid, and warmed garbage at work, and rioting for plasma tv’s…and fires. Sure, everyone’s running wild in those streets, but in the back of our collective minds, we know that after the madness, there’s a mean plate of ma-duke’s home cookin’ and that Forty Deuce funk awaiting our safe return. And return, we did!
Our Forty fam invited the lord (me, God.Eternal.Now.Grizzly…for all my math scholars out there) back to rock, alongside my main stain, Note Diesel. This time, Gee and Keene knew it was only correct to unleash a full show of that PURPICIDE…so I went in knowing that those 2-hours had to be unrelentingly turned-up. The god had to show his wingspan for this to work…and to help accomplish that, I invited my co-d to curate the first hour of musical selections. In case you haven’t already noticed, my millz Note is a fuckin’ triple-OG whizkid. Dukes approached me with a crate of gems that was just atrocious…all I had to do was organize and let said joints live through my hands. And live, they did!
‘Pon the second hour, it was only right to twist the wheel off of the vehicle and 360 like a heavy whirlwind. You’ll see.
Essentially, the entire episode is a tour of uptown and downtown, on both East and West. You get a serving of fresh biscuits with a steaming heap of rice & beans on one side, and soul-charring gumbo on the other…mostly courtesy of the “45RPM” setting.
Check me out this Thursday, June 18th, 2009…with my man sHaKe. We D.O.A’d it last month for my birthday weekend…this will be a good look as it is the first night of a monthly takeover…come through with your posse and get loose. 21+. No dress code…and of course it’s FREE! OLD SCHOOL HIP-HOP & SOUL…DONE RIGHT.
Guaranteed body rock’age.
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