Remember when I said I’d never be inured to heartbreak by the Eagles, but that I didn’t think I could ever fully convert to another team, and that the Stillers were tryin real hard to get me? Well the Eagles are tryin real hard to help em. The only way not re-signing Dawkins makes sense [...]
Part 3. Let’s dive right in. Mama’s Gun – Erykah Badu. I love this album. Let’s get that out the way first. I love it, love it, love it. It’s easily my favorite of all her albums. Eeeeeasily. I try not to assume that the artist’s persona is necessarily that of the “I” in the [...]
So I’m watchin Right America: Feeling Wronged. My first reaction was pretty much what the filmmakers intended: I was dismayed at the opinions I saw. Jokers talkin about they think Obama is Muslim — or better yet, the Antichrist. But then, I stepped back and peeped game. That video was pretty much the equivalent of [...]
Back again with part 2 of the 25 most important albums. Again, this is in no particular order. Straight Outta Compton – NWA I posted on this album last year, but it bears repeating. In the same way that Nation of Millions caused a musical and intellectual paradigm shift for me, Straight Outta Compton caused…well, [...]
The hot Facebook meme is the 25 Albums. (Shout out to Cobb the Great.) On FB, I played along and just listed them. This blog is actually the place I’ve designated to talk about that stuff. I think my first blog post was a list of the songs I was listening to and the books [...]
My daughter bears me some resemblance. Or it might be more accurate to say that she’s my spi’it ‘n image. Down to the walk, sneer, and laid-back attitude. She doesn’t talk like me, though. At least, she doesn’t sound like I do now. She sounds like I did when I was her age, which is [...]
Consider me an official Petey Greene stan. I couldn’t make this up on my best day.
One of my daughter’s favorite things about coming to DC is taking the Metro. One of? Nah. It’s her bar-none favorite. Anytime somebody asks her what we did, it’s never the museums or the bowling or any of the other stuff. The story always starts with “We rode on the Metro.” Period. She explains that [...]
I was listening to a CD of my favorite albums and No One Can Do It Better by the D.O.C. came on. Sometimes I forget how complete an album that was. Being that most of my hip-hop sensibilities are shaped by the fact that I came of age on the East Coast, that Compton-by-way-of-Dallas classic [...]
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