Da B Side | Da Brat ft. The Notorious B.I.G. & Jermaine Dupri (from the shoeboxes)
I remember when I got the Bad Boys soundtrack that I’d felt duped because they only had the squeaky clean version on the album, and then being a little surprised to hear this unedited version on the radio, and then being a little obsessive about trying to find this version of the song once I learned how to effectively use the Internet.
I’m gonna be out of the house for the most part today, so I’m just crossing my fingers and hoping that Tumblr’s queue feature is working properly. We’re gonna have plenty of old school jams over here, starting with this single from 1992.
File under: Songs I like to listen to while watching the World Cup…along with EPMD’s “Rampage” and N.W.A.’s “Straight Outta Compton.” This song, however, seems pretty suitable for watching a squad like Brazil.
I’ve had to listen to this song a couple times, but it’s growing on me. I think I could be sold on this song if it wasn’t so “synthy” and used some live instrumentation instead. I feel like ?uesto needs to come in and do some work on this Pharrell jam.
Unrelated to this awesome song: The phrase “I’m slowly losing respect for [insert name here]” is becoming an increasingly common phrase that gets muttered under my breath. It’s sort of horrible…this song, however, is not horrible—quite the opposite, actually.
Our Generation | John Legend & The Roots originally by Ernie Hines (DL@NewJams.net)
I’m really looking forward to Wake Up!—the collaboration album between John Legend and The Roots. I was a little curious to see how Legend’s refined R&B sould would mesh with the shoot-from-the-hip instrumental sound of The Roots…but so far, so good.
The above photo was taken by BNF_ during an incident where Chicago policemen used brute force against the man pictured simply for taking photos. The same force was eventually used against the woman who took this picture. Here’s a video of the incident.
I could see this kind of brutality, including the use of batons and pepper spray, justified had any of these photographers posed an actual physical threat to the cops—however, it is apparently a felony to photograph or record an officer of the law in Chicago, and I can’t help but think that it’s to cover up incidences like this, and that’s absolutely sickening.
Also, to my conservative friends who actually clicked-through from Facebook and are likely riled up by the title of the song, here’s the disclaimer from the first few seconds of the joint:
The views expressed on this recording are solely those of the artist, and by no means do we encourage or condone violence against law officials.
However, given today’s incident in Chicago, a city normally near and dear to my heart, I can’t help but think that a song like this is incredibly relevant at the moment.
Though—can anyone actually try to justify this kind of police brutality? I invite you to try, because I cannot see the justification at all.
It’s kinda crazy to think that Robin Thicke didn’t always look like he does in the above picture…if you recall, when this song originally came out, dude looked like a version of Mitch Hedberg who liked to bone a lot.
Shake Your Body (Down To The Ground) | The Jacksons (Amazon)
It’s really weird to think that it’s already been a year since the passing of Michael Jackson. I just remember spending afternoon upon afternoon watching Michael Jackson’s Moonwalker, getting frightened by Joe Pesci’s character, and thinking how bad-ass it was for MJ to turn into a giant robot and a combat vehicle.
How many bands are out there that can still really find ways to tug at your heart-strings in a genuine fashion? Stars really has a knack of tapping into the deepest emotional crevices, and it’s quite sensational. Their appearance on KCRW’s Morning Becomes Eclectic is well worth checking out…as is their brand new album, The Five Ghosts.
My Drive Thru | Julian Casablancas, Santigold & Pharrell Williams
This song is two years old, but it’s still a solid summer jam.
Not related, but sometimes I feel like I should talk to some of you more…not in this superficial "I’ll reblog your shit and kiss your ass as a means of conversation" way, but have real conversations with words and sentences, not just .jpegs and .gifs.