Category Archives: Awareness

Can Hip-Hop Change The Style Of Politics? : NPR

NPR asks an interesting question.  One that seems to come up every election season with increasing alacrity.  Can Hip-Hop Change The Style Of Politics?

I have to say that my suspicion is no.  Hip hop, like many other things with a following and with celebrity backing, can have an impact on changing public opinion.  Sure, it’s been crucial at raising awareness of many issues and probably has made a few people start thinking about things in a particularly different manner.  However, it cannot do it alone.

To get a better sense of the issues, NPR interviewed Lester Spence, an associate professor of political science at Johns Hopkins University.  They had him to discuss his book: Stare in the Darkness: The Limits of Hip-hop and Black Politics.

The audio interview is 12 minutes if you can spare it.  Otherwise, there’s also a transcript that will let you scan the interview.  It’s actually a fascinating piece, and if you have the time I strongly suggest you take a read/listen.  Here’s a snippet.

MARTIN: So the idea that hip-hop is a core sort of truth teller, its primary purpose is to say sort of uncomfortable truth. Has that always been a part of its history?

SPENCE: Yes, it has. Hip-hop starts and rap starts as a way, as a vehicle for working class, black and Latino youth to express themselves and, although there is this boastful element to it, where you have MCs talking about how dope they are, etc., etc., people have always made the attempt, at least, to connect them to everyday reality.

MARTIN: What is not in dispute is that hip-hop is associated with a certain generation, or the rise of a certain generation with its own kind of preferences around music and style and a beat and so forth. And it doesn’t seem illogical to think that a generation that grew up with hip-hop as its primary musical form would also kind of take it into the voting booth, you know, as it were, or take it into the world of political activism.

Here’s a moment that crystallizes this for you very clearly, which you talk about in the book. The former Detroit mayor, Kwame Kilpatrick, elected in 2001 at the age of 31 – of course, he comes from a political family. His mother, Carolyn Cheeks Kilpatrick, was the long time congressional representative from the Detroit area.

And you describe one of his inaugural events where he enters the room, but rather than silencing the crowd in the traditional manner to speak, he – finish telling us about that scene and tell us why you found it particularly powerful.

SPENCE: Yeah. I mean, so I was there. There were a number of DJs spinning house hip-hop all night long and he comes in while Biz Markie is DJing and Biz Markie is an old school MC who’s transitioned into being a DJ. And around the time the mayor walks in, Biz starts spinning his own stuff, like "You Got What I Need." Right.

And Kwame comes in and, instead of calming everybody down, you know, he takes up the mic and he starts singing with Biz Markie in the song. And then we all start singing with him. And I remember saying, like, man, this was the most charged political moment of my life. It was like, finally, there was somebody like us in office.

Green Notebook

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This guy lost something precious. All he wants back is his notebook. It’s not hip hop related but this guy does sound like a musician.

Help if you can. Let’s spread this around a little!

Drake and Common are beefin

Drake like ‘Canada Dry,’ says Common in rap feud.

I don’t even know what to say about this.  I have much love for Common, and I’ve got to say that Drake is growing on me (and I’ve always got a soft spot for him thanks to his Degrassi days), but it’s hard to imagine two less hard rappers getting into something.

Common calls the Toronto-born rapper “Canada Dry” in a remix of “Stay Schemin,’” a Rick Ross track that features Drake: “I’m taking too long with this amateur guy/You ain’t wet nobody, n—a, you Canada Dry

Common called the kid ginger ale.

Lord I can’t wait to see where this goes.

Reflections on Collecting

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In the course of my aimless internet nomadism, I stumbled across a reference to an essay written by Walter Benjamin on book collecting, titled “Unpacking my Library”. It’s a profound and moving piece written by someone who clearly loves books, and loves the act of collecting books even more.

I am unpacking my library. Yes, I am. The books are not yet on the shelves, not yet touched by the mild boredom of order. I cannot march up and down their ranks to pass them in review before a friendly audience. You need not fear any of that. Instead, I must ask you to join me in the disorder of crates that have been wrenched open, the air saturated with the dust of wood, the floor covered with torn paper, to join me among piles of volumes that are seeing daylight again after two years of darkness, so that you may be ready to share with me a bit of the mood – it is certainly not an elegiac mood but, rather, one of anticipation – which these books arouse in a genuine collector.

Even better is this point:

On the other hand, one of the finest memories of a collector is the moment when he rescued a book to which he might never have given a thought, much less a wishful look, because he found it lonely and abandoned on the market place and bought it to give it its freedom – the way the prince bought a beautiful slave girl in The Arabian Nights. To a book collector, you see, the true freedom of all books is somewhere on his shelves.

You see the same is absolutely true about those who collect music. There’s something beautiful about seeing albums on your shelves, but there’s something almost equally poetic about sitting among the piles. About being surrounded by the clutter of music and liner notes and amazing cover art. About finding something in the dollar bin, or a record at a garage sale, or as an mp3 on some now-defunct message board, posted by a hopeful young musician to whom no one ever replied. The true freedom of all music is somewhere in our collections.

I’ve had it both ways. I’m fastidious about organizing my collection. I want to be able to find my music, most of the time. At one time my CD binder (yes, I had one of those massive zippered binders, and yes, I had a CD collection) was alphabetized and organized by genre. Same with my LPs. In fact, my mp3 collection is still that way. And yet many times the biggest joy I get is just setting my player on shuffle. I like the surprise. Although less tactile than what Walter Benjamin experienced, it never fails to make me smile on the subway when a song is suddenly seeing daylight again after years of darkness.

R.I.P Heavy D

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Unfortunately, another hip hop icon has passed on.  Heavy D, born Dwight Errington Myers, died at the far-too-young age of 44.  MTV is reporting that

“He had gone to the doctor the day before,” Winter told New York’s Daily News. “He had what appeared to be flu-like symptoms.”

“He said he had a touch of pneumonia, maybe from traveling,” cousin Ruddy Phillips, 50, told the Daily News after speaking with the entertainer’s dad. “He just got back from England.”

The Overweight Lover was conscious though experiencing trouble breathing when he was transported to Cedars Sinai Medical Center after a 911 call was placed at 11:25 a.m. PT on his behalf Tuesday. However, he was pronounced dead at 1 p.m. PT. Although an autopsy has been performed, the coroner is declining to announce any cause of death until toxicology tests are conducted due to Heav taking various medications.

Until they find out what happened, its useless to speculate.  But the one thing we can agree on is that this is tragic, and he had a lot more life to live. I can honestly say that I slept on his last couple of albums, but in honour of his legacy, I give you Now that we found love.  Check it out below.

DJ Jazzy Jeff & The Fresh Prince reunite!

At the top of my list of things I wish to have written about, this has to be at least #3.

DJ Jazzy Jeff and the Fresh Prince are getting together to make some new music.

According to HipHopDX, Jeff had told XXLMag that

“I just think more than anything there is no set pattern, no set plan, but we just wanna go into the studio and see what we come out with. If I can get it back to the way we used to make music, you know, it used to be just me and him in the room. You don’t need no entourages and cameras and all of that and see what happens. He hasn’t decided exactly what he wants to do.”

This makes me so happy.

Colbert hosts Black Star

That’s right, Stephen Colbert hosted two of our favourite hip hop artists (especially when they form up as Black Star).  Talib Kweli and Mos Def (now known as Yasiin Bey).  You can watch the whole video online (Canadian readers, click here).

If you just want to see them drop a new jam, then watch the video below.

Rock the Bells (Toronto) was supremely disappointing

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I’m about as huge a fan of the Rock the Bells series as anyone else.  I was jazzed when it first came out, have written enthusiastically about it every chance I’ve gotten.  But sadly, my faith has been broken.

Despite an embarrassing lack of promotion (as you can see below, the Toronto show was not even listed on the main festival website), I still managed to find out about it, and buy tickets to the Toronto show.  Boy was I disappointed.

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And yes, the Toronto show comes fully branded, with tickets stating that it was a Rock the Bells event, and ads at the venue showing the Guerilla Union branding.  The lack of publicity around the event, let alone the lack of even a mention on the RtB website meant we had no idea of the lineup going in.  We knew at the minimum, that Lauryn Hill and Nas would be there; that Nas would be accompanied by AZ, Pete Rock and DJ Premier; and that some “special guests” may show up.  Nope.

The show was set to start at 6:30, but we showed up late, knowing that’s the way things go.  No big deal on this front, as it’s pretty standard for most shows, especially big ones.  But there was no openers.  No acts, not even a local group to hype the crowd.  We sat, stared at closed curtains, and listened to some recorded music.  At least the hip hop was good.

Nas finally came on at around 8:15 pm, and actually put on a pretty solid performance.  He played most of Illmatic, and had the crowd up on their feet and loving the energy.  Nas let Premo and Pete Rock do their own thing, battling and hyping the crowd.  Then he gave a quick goodbye and left the stage.  Things were looking good! I figured, at the minimum, seeing Ms. Hill and Nas  would have been worth the hefty price tag.  I was wrong, kind of.

Lauryn Hill’s recent touring hasn’t always met with warmth.  When she came through Toronto in January, Toronto’s major newspaper called her set “self-indulgent” and “baffling”.  This time around, more of the same.  Nas left the stage, and we were left to sit there for an hour and a half, again, staring at some closed curtains and listening to canned hip hop.  I mean honestly, this was Rock. The. Bells.  And this was Toronto.  How in God’s Son’s (Nas reference, get it?) name could they not at least call up K’Naan or even Drake and just have them come out to fill in the blanks?  Fill in the huge gaps in the lineup with someone, so that the audience, mostly having paid over $70 each, doesn’t have to sit around and wait for nothing?

The National Post says that Lauryn Hill’s performance at Rock the Bells was an “epic catastrophe”.  Noah Love writes that:

The sad thing is that Hill’s chief attribute, her powerful voice, remains completely in tact. But two things turned this show into an epic catastrophe:

1. She might have employed the worst sound crew in the history of the concert industry. I want to give them the benefit of the doubt. Perhaps Hill simply wasn’t available earlier in the day to do a sound check and it wasn’t their fault. But I will say this: It is close to impossible to screw up the sound at the Ampthitheatre. I have been going to shows at the venue since 1996, and I can’t remember a time where the sound was an issue. (Weather, on the other hand … )

But something on this night was just awful. The bass and drums were pushed through the roof. Or rather to the roof, where they bounced back, creating a dizzying echo in the crowd below. Hill was barely audible through the ensuing mess. What I did hear from her was strong, but that leads me to the second problem …

2. Wow, Hill is an unmitigated disaster as a performer right now. Again, maybe it was just this show, but she spent the entire performance flapping her arms constantly at the sound people at the side of the stage and at her band. It was beyond distracting and, after some time, outright uncomfortable to watch.

Now, I may not say it was a unmitigated disaster.  However, I’m totally on board with most of the sentiments.  This show was supremely disappointing.  I want my money back, and my faith in Lauryn Hill.  Not sure that either of those will happen.

NOW Toronto, a free alt-weekly with enough street cred to sink a ship feels the same way.  So don’t let it seem like it’s just the mainstream media that has it out for Ms. Hill.  According to NOW,

“The Toronto stop of the Rock The Bells tour at the Molson Amphitheatre was one of the most poorly planned, half-hearted hip-hop events in recent memory.”

Furthermore, NOW says this to summarize the show:

Finally emerging past the Amphitheatre’s supposed 11 p.m. curfew, Hill hewed closer to Miseducation’s original sound this time, but with a new, anxious, rapid fire pacing that befuddles fans and breaks hearts. She flew through Lost Ones, To Zion and That Thing (Doo Wop), flailing her limbs and spewing unfocused energy, and then walked off stage, leaving her band behind.

Confused, angry, and resigned fans began to stream out en masse and, morale-wise, that’s pretty much where the show ended.

Hill closed the night with some Fugees material and the Nas duet – If I Ruled The World (Imagine That) – to swaths of empty seats.

As sad as I am to admit it, I’m one of those people that left before the show was over.   The show had upset me, and beating the crowds was, at this point, more important to me than waiting, and hoping, that Nas had stuck around for 3 extra hours and that maybe they’d perform If I Ruled the World.  I feared I wouldn’t recognize it, much like it was hard to pull out a lot of whatever it was Lauryn was playing on stage.

The Narcicyst Featured In Today’s Globe

The Narcicyst, an emcee we featured on 4080 back in 2008, was interviewed for an article in today’s Globe and Mail about Muslim Canadians using art to explore their identity and religion. In the article, The Narcicyst (real name Yassin Alsalman), echoes the sentiments of countless activists and rappers who have used hip-hop to fight injustices and push for change:

“We learned from the African American community on how to be vocal about our experience artistically,” Alsalman wrote in an e-mail explaining the development of what is known as Arab hip-hop. “… before hip hop and the Arab world met, we were silent. Now our generation is speaking out more than ever.”

A powerful read, for sure.

Rappers vs. Asthma

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Asthma isn’t exactly the first thing you think about when you hear the names of legendary emcees like Pharohe Monche and Notorious BIG. But, they are but a few of the hip hop community that are (or were) drastically affected by the disease.

It limits their delivery, makes it tougher to keep up a grueling schedule and forces them to confront their own image. Perhaps it’s less concerning these days than back in Notorious’ time, when rappers carefully cultivated their image as gritty, tough, street kids.

Either way, HipHopDX/ Soul Culture has a pretty fascinating interview with Pharohe:

“The asthma forced me to really go against the issue and push the envelope in terms of breath control and doing runs that I wouldn’t probably try if I didn’t have asthma,” he explained. “If I didn’t have asthma, I’d probably rhyme like the Hip Hop rock-the-spot [style]. But the fact that that shit is an element that I was fighting against, I was like, ‘Fuck that, let me make that battle, lyrically [speaking].’”

It’s an oddly human glimpse of celebrity.