Red

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Red for the Phillies. You know what time it is.

NFL

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Eagles look horrible. This is the exact team that lost 7 games last year. They’re gonna lose to the Redskins next week. Watch and see.

Uh-Oh…

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temple-med

Don’t look now, but Temple Football might be messin around and aimin towards the better side of mediocrity. 4-2 overall, and 3-0 in the MAC.

WGPN

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It’s been a long time/I shoudn’a left you…

I Know You Got Soul – Eric B. and Rakim
Don’t Believe The Hype – Public Enemy
Kool Is Back – Kool G Rap & DJ Polo
Welcome Back – John Sebastian
Headbanger – EPMD, f. K-Solo & Redman
Eighteen Pounds of Unclean Chitlins – Mel Brown
Description of a Fool – A Tribe Called Quest
Can I Be Your Squeeze – Chuck Carbo
The Interview – Artifacts
The Hustle – Van McCoy

Still Surprised

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I don’t know if I’m jaded or if the lens through which I view the world is particularly different, but some things are just surprising to me.

Take, for instance, the fact that an interracial couple was denied a marriage license by the Justice of the Peace. While that on it face surprises me a little, I think what really surprises me is that there are people who are stupefied by it. Seriously. People are surprised by an expression of racism? If it’s that surprising, then I would imagine it means they need to get out a little more. Is that type of egregious behavior less-prevalent than it was in times past? Absolutely. Does less-prevalent mean altogether gone? Under no circumstances. A lot of me thinks that type of surprise has more to do with political brand identification than it has anything to do with an individual person’s life experiences.

Speaking of political brand identification, I think I am genuinely surprised at the level of outrage over Rush Limbaugh’s being dropped from an investment group looking to buy the Rams. Rush himself, and many of his supporters want to point the finger everywhere else but at Rush’s previous statements about the NFL. Really, who cares whether the man is a racist or not — at least in terms of his ability to be an owner in the NFL? Who knows what the majority of League owners feel? Whatever they feel, they have the good business sense to limit their comments to things that aren’t going to damage the NFL brand. Limbaugh knows no such boundaries. He’ll say whatever comes out of his mouth — I was gonna say whatever he thinks, but I’m not even convinced he actually thinks everything he says. He’s a provocateur. He might be in it partially for the ideology, but he’s in it mostly for the attention. As such, I really can’t take anything he says very seriously — and that’s just not good business. Especially for a product that’s very likely to go international in the near future. But jokers runnin around and actin like it’s some grave miscarriage of justice? C’mon son. Especially Black folks. C’mon son.

(And as an aside, I’m straight confused by folks who will try to argue that Limbaugh was right about McNabb. Are you serious? Yeah, the Eagles D was excellent back then, but the season before homey opened his mouth, the Birds had just dropped 415 points. Come on. Aaron Brooks was in the League and he came at McNabb? And jokers to this day are defendin Limbaugh like what he said was accurate? I’m sayin. If he had’a said somethin about Aaron Brooks, what argument would there really have been? Even Vick, at that point, would’ve been a better target than McNabb. And that really gets to my point that Limbaugh says what he does for attention. One of those other dudes might’ve been more accurate, but that wouldn’t have gotten people all lathered up. He went for the target that would get him the most attention. What’s more, he say, ‘McNabb is overrated,’ he said ‘The media is conspiring to make people think a Black quarterback is better than he is.’ As if that’s not standard behavior with a successful quarterback. C’mon, son.)

I think I’m still surprised at sports haters. Obviously, most of my friends from high school are rooting for the Phillies in the MLB playoffs again. But then there are those other jokers who are rooting against the Phils, just because. LIke, it’s one thing to root for your team. But to root against another team? That’s corny. Unless that team is one of your team’s archrivals. Then I can understand it a little. Or if it’s the Cowboys. :)

Good Hair

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Saw Chris Rock’s Good Hair over the weekend, along with some critiques of it at the beginning of the week. I thought it was pretty well done, exploring some of the issues without ever being really heavy-handed. Given the topic, the documentary could easily have veered into super-nationalist territory, on some ‘you get straight hair because you wanna be white’ steez, but it never really went there. Instead, it just kinda pointed out what was what and left the viewer to draw his or her own conclusions.

One the bigger ironies that I noted was that two commenters who had some fairly profound statements were men with perms: Ice-T and Al Sharpton. It’s funny, because in looking at Al in Good Hair, it kinda reminds me of why Al seems to be a fairly likable character in the first place. Dude is quite witty, and he is by no means dumb. I may not completely buy into his shtick, but if you listen to him on there, he clearly knows what he’s talkin about; even when he gets extra, talkin about the ‘economic exploitation,’ it’s not at all hard to see the logic in what he’s saying.

One of the more interesting points in the documentary for me was where the hair for weaves actually comes from. I was quite surprised at the actual place of origin; not just the country, but the actual place. A good portion of weave hair is shorn from Indian people as a part of a worship service. Here’s the real kicker: they give the hair away for free, then the religious institution sells the hair to dealers, who make crazy dough off it. In the end, the users and the suppliers are the ones being fleeced, while the middlemen make all the profit. It’s absurd.

I was pretty comfortable with the movie not getting into all that ‘white hair’ business, though. In fact, the movie did a good job of making the point that while straightening hair probably did originate as a means of trying to physically assimilate, at this point, hair styles are just almost as interchangeable as outfits. While I still have my personal thoughts about people who choose to straighten their hair, I hafta recognize that for some people it’s just that simple. It’s not about what would appear in nature, it’s about what looks right with what the outfit and what’s easy to maintain.

But I still don’t like weaves and wigs.

Message

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I shall return. And that, soon.

Whoa!

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Mike Vick’s going to the Eagles.

When I went to training camp a couple weeks ago, there was absolutely no way — NO WAY I would’ve guessed this. Not a one. What this means as far as Donovan, where Vick will play, and how he’ll fit in, I don’t know. But the intrigue factor is high.

Given all the losses on defense, I guess the Eagles’ plan is to play basketball every game.

I can’t wait to see what happens when them fools from PETA try to roll up on the Linc with that nonsense. They might show up a little bit, but let Vick score a couple long touchdowns and really get embraced by the fans. You think Santa Claus caught it? Mannnn…

Favorite 15: A Tribe Called Quest

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Of the Favorite 15s I’ve done so far, this is definitely gonna be one of the most difficult. With most groups, there are several tiers of songs: the pretty good ones, the solid ones, and the great ones. With fifteen, I can normally get all of the greats, most if not all of the goods, and hopefully just one pretty good. No such thing with Tribe. Q-Tip, Phife, and Ali Shaheed Muhammad are right at the top in terms of artistic consistency, with two albums, The Low End Theory and Midnight Marauders being near the zenith of hip-hop artistry. I could easily do a Favorite Fifteen between those two albums alone, but I’ma try to include some of those other records, as well. I don’t think I can do this in any sort of an order, though.

-Find A Way – The Love Movement gave us the quintessential unrequited love record. If I remember, the video was pretty interesting too.

- Ham ‘n Eggs – This song is not on the list so much because it’s one of their best, but because I identify with it so strongly. And not their verses, so much. Well, there is that line, “Chicken for lunch, chicken for dinner/ chicken, chicken, chicken I’m a finger-lickin winner” that I quote a lot. But really, it’s the Nappy Dug Out sample that got me at first, then at the very end, when they’re doing the chorus to close out the song, “I don’t eat no ham ‘n eggs, cuz they’re high in cholesterol…yo Phife, do you eat em? Yo, Tip do you eat em? Nope. Not at all.” But they kick to Posdnuos, who breaks it up with, “YUP! All the time!”

- 1ce Again – Beats, Rhymes, and Life wasn’t a bad album, but coming after TLET and MM, it seemed like a more precipitous fall than it really was. I forget if 1ce Again was the first single (it seems quite logical), but at that point, having heard that song and the title of the album, I thought they were going to surpass everything they had done up to that point.

- Buggin Out – One of the songs that added a line to my self-definition soundtrack: “Not the best, not the worst and occasionally I curse…”

- Steppin’ It Up – Tribe with Redman and Busta. Prima facie fire. On second look? (And third and fourth and fifth?) FIYAH! Red closed it out quite well with the top-notch dismount, “me, Kamal, Bus-a-bus, Phife Dawg/ Shitted. Pussy niggas get Lysoled.”

- God Lives Through – To quote myself:

Phife won. In the history of A Tribe Called Quest, this is the only song I ever heard where I thought had the better verse. But this one right here? Phife brought it exceptionally well and Tip didn’t. With the exception of Butter, this might be Phife’s all-time best verse. Seriously, to this day, I don’t even know if I can quote Q-Tip’s verse because I kept rewinding Phife. That’s never happened. Even onea my homeboys who can’t stand Phife had to give it up that Phife owns this song.

- What? – This song probably gets a lotta run from me simply because of the song it precedes, but it’s a good one on its own. I definitely like the fact that it runs a string of questions, ranging from the obvious to the philosophical.

- Midnight – This is an absolutely great song. The first verse, detailings the night time activities of a random dude, is executed with great detail and precision. Not a traditional story in the sense of there being a plot, it’s more of a slice of life, and exactly the type of thing you would expect to hear on a Tribe record.

- Can I Kick It (Spirit Mix) – This was the first Tribe song that got me open. “I Left My Wallet In El Segundo” was interesting, but it wasn’t really killin me. But Can I Kick It? Absolutely. I think one of my bigger disappointments up to that point in my life was getting the tape and hearing that the album version wasn’t the same one that was on the video. The Spirit Mix is the video version, with the little scratching sound.

- Keep It Rollin’ The star of this joint is the Large Professor’s track, based on “Feel Like Making Love,” as recorded by the great Bob James. It’s an absolutely gorgeous track, perfect for cleaning the house on a cloudy, cool day.

- Butter – Phife came off. He had a solo on most of their albums, but this was by far his best work in the group. He killed this joint. And that track? The track is good business.

- Check The Rhime – What! This joint here? This joint right here, homey? Ugh. This was one of the joints that made Tribe move up the rankings with the quickness. Phife put in a solid performance, Tip repped as usual, and of course, the track with the Average White Band sample is crazy.

And these next three are why I can’t rate Tribe records. You can’t have three number ones, but you tell me which is > the others… So we’ll just do it chronological order.

- Bonita Applebaum – One of the first hip-hop love records that didn’t come off as being overly sentimental or corny. This joint is uncommonly good. Cold-blooded, even. The track? Perfect.

- Scenario – There are songs I listen to more at a given time, but there’s just not a better song. There are some that are as good, but I can’t think of any that are better. Every. Single. Thing. about this song is just right. Lyrically, for me, it’s all about Dinco D and Busta. Busta’s whole career comes back to this song.

- Electric Relaxation They blacked out on this. The lyrics are fine, but combining them with the track? There is no escaping it. Hearing it for the first time was like crossing an event horizon. As I said with Bonita Applebaum, there are some songs that are its peer, but none is its superior.

Dunk You Very Much

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Sports Illustrated has a list of some all-time great dunks. Most of the ones from college or pro ball, I’ve already seen, and I don’t know if anything quite bad enough to supplant my number-one WPOAT (Worst Posterization of All Time), but there are some that are quite impressive.

I knew Clyde had hops, but this right here? This right here, homey? Son.

I know Dream was gettin up there, but Kobe kinda killed him.

But that was after KJ had done it first.

When AI was still at Georgetown, this was one of the plays that got my attention.

But with all that, and even with Vince dunkin’ over the French dude, and Baron destroying Kirilenko, there is no dunk — not one in the world — worse than Pippen on Ewing. Call it the factor of the figurative meeting the literal.

UPDATE: Because the people demanded it

Baron Davis.

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