Showing posts with label Rock and Rap Confidential. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Rock and Rap Confidential. Show all posts

December 10, 2008

Scarface Drops Science about the Economy

Scarface is a rapper. He made his bones with Houston's legendary Geto Boys in the late 1980s and into the '90s, along with Willie D. and Bushwick Bill.

No superstar, he still makes a living from hiphop. And Scarface has a few things to say about the economic meltdown:

This game ain't about flossing no more, man. Ain't nobody got no money...

When Merrill Lynch merged with Bank of America, it was just the beginning of some frightening shit. I remember when Bank of America was Nation's Bank and Merrill Lynch had all the money. Now it's definitely real in the field. Dope money is even funny right now. Niggas better hold on for dear life, man. Really.

It boils down to class. It's the rich, and then there's the poor. If someone gets rich, just know that somewhere, somehow, somebody is suffering from [that person] getting rich. Y'all can sit in your big houses on however many acres you got and however many billions are in the bank, but looking down at the have-nots--no bank account, no meal, living government check to check--is an insult and needs to be corrected.

Everybody's suffering. Some mu'fuckas got money, but they got cats standing next to 'em that ain't got no money at all. [But] if America got enough money to go to war, then America should have enough to keep the economy going."


{From XXL magazine, courtesy of the folks at Rock & Rap Confidential.]

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May 13, 2008

Subscribe To R&RC, Dagnabbit

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Pardon my French.

Now, one more time for the slow ones: You really ought to subscribe to Rock & Rap Confidential. Rock & Rap Confidential is a great online magazine, successor to the dead tree Rock & Roll Confidential which emerged in the 1980s. The latest issue just showed up in my in-box, chock full of interesting left political takes on music, a very nice annotated list of people's hiphop numbers and a bunch of thumbnail reviews of cool new (and reissued) music you'd love to own.

Because the damn thing comes out so infrequently, I recommend that you also sign up for a little email list they run. They forward articles and other goodies a couple of times a week and some are bound to intrigue you. They just pulled my coattail, for instance, to this video of Woody's "This Land Is Your Land" being sung at the immigrant-centered May Day March in Chicago this year. It's hardly a stellar version, the recording is strictly Amateur Hour and I could live without the Richie Daley cameo, but you do get to see Tom Morello, Perry Ferrall (who gets the best verse), Boots Riley and Wayne Kramer (Wayne Kramer, y'all!).



"Okay, Jimmy," I hear you whine. "Ease up. I'll subscribe. What do I do?"

Easy-peasey. Send an email to rockrap(at)aol.com and tell 'em to subscribe you to R&RC and/or the email list. Even you technophobes should be able to handle that.

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February 19, 2008

A Cultural Celebration of Black/Brown Unity

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[This is a report on an event I didn't attend and had nothing to do with. I post it because the issue it addresses, Black/Brown unity, is of critical importance to the future of the people's struggle in this country. Since the beginning of the year, we've seen this clearly. The approach of some high-level Clinton strategists in the Democratic Party primaries has been to focus on driving and keeping a wedge between Black and Latina/o voters to stem the rising Obama tide. This "inside story" has been echoed and pumped up happily by mainstream media all too thrilled to have "the white lady vs. the Black guy" as a dramatic frame for reporting the elections. The dangers of such wedge politics and the "common sense" narrowness behind them should be obvious.

I want to add a plug here for the splendid folks at Rock and Rap Confidential. I heard of this because I subscribe to their couple-post-a-week email list, which you can do at the website. The folks responsible for the great project reported here, Rock A Mole Productions, don't update their website for shit, and, but for R&RC, I likely never would have learned about it. Sign up, why doncha?]

Common Roots, Common Dreams:
Black, Brown and All The Town

It began with a three part invocation.
  • A drum call by LA’s best young percussionist, Miguel Ramirez.
  • Sixteen-year-old Rachel Holley of Compton’s Dominguez High School sang “Lift Every Voice and Sing” (The Negro National Anthem).
  • Then from the back of the club, a beautiful young woman draped in traditional Mexican garb made her way slowly through the tables to the mic, all the while pouring her heart into the song “Cancion Mixteca.” It was Marisol, among the best of the new crop of singer/bandleaders who are leading a resurgence of traditional Mexican music among the youth while also taking it in new directions.
Now the show—Common Roots, Common Dreams: A Celebration of the Commonality of Black and Mexican History and Culture—could begin. It was the tenth festival presented by Rock A Mole (rhymes with guacamole) Productions. It took place the evening of February 17th in a Los Angeles nightclub packed beyond overflowing. The co-hosts were Always Running author Luis Rodriguez and Def Poetry Jam poet TamaraBlue.

The evening was divided into three sections--Life, Death, and Transformation—in order to take performer and fan alike on an emotional journey of unity, pain, and visions of a better life.

Mike the Poet wrote a special piece for the evening which, with ferocious energy and liberating detail, showed that Los Angeles has always been a city of Black and Brown synergy. Mike’s historical journey expanded to include everyone, bringing the crowd to its feet with its conclusion “The city is ours!” And, at least for one night, it was.

Actor Pocho Joe and beatboxer Joshua Silverstein performed an hilarious piece which skewered out of touch “radicals,” followed by Joshua making music with his mouth until he somehow slipped a harmonica into the mix.

Besskepp, Def Poetry Jam poet and host of A Mic and Dim Lights (LA’s strongest spoken word venue) and Rock A Mole founder Ernie Perez did a duet about the blessings of being parents of multi-racial kids.

Ant Black of San Diego’s premier spoken word crew, Collective Purpose, performed “Tallulah,” a spellbinding piece which focused on Katrina and Jena while turning all of African-American history into a wind for change. This was followed by a coda in Spanish by rapper Redemption from Guanajuato, Mexico which dealt with the ways in which Mexico is heavily African.

Janet Gonzalez urged the crowd to “take a walk in my shoes,” the shoes of an undocumented immigrant as she delivered a fiery poem which detailed why you’d rather be barefoot.

TamaraBlue compared a tiny apartment to prison while Frank Escamilla (aka the Busstop Prophet), Porschia Baker, and Amalia Ortiz brought the violence of our streets and our border into often terrifying focus.

Sarah Cruse sang and spoke her way out of history’s constraints on “No Longer Captive,” followed by Metaphysicz standing in the center of the room while he delivered his commanding description of the peaceful, prosperous world that’s just out of reach.

TamaraBlue returned with a piece about the power of poetry. She was followed at the mic by Malcolm Mays, a seventeen-year-old high school student from South Central LA recently featured in the New York Times because….he is currently in post-production on Trouble, his feature film debut which presents solutions to Black/Mexican conflict.

Luis Rodriguez (“Making Medicine”) and Besskepp (“Welcome to a World”) finished things up with visions of a new world brave enough to take care of us all.
Welcome to a world

Where everybody’s affording the necessities
Nobody's hungry, thirsty, or roofless
Where the old and toothless got dental benefits
Benefit concerts not necessary because we're all rich
Even regular folk can survive off of being broke
Soak up soap operas and novellas
Cause that's the only drama

And there was plenty of music. The house band included G Mack (Mary J. Blige, Snoop Dogg) on guitar, Boudro (Gladys Knight) on bass, Michael Sulcer (Ray Charles Orchestra) on drums, and Chuck Boogie (of fusion funkateers Slang) on keyboards and turntables. The band was led by Ernie Perez of the Boxing Gandhis and Carvell Holloway of Ten East. Ten East and Marisol’s band La Santa Cecilia also offered up the first-ever collaborations between a jazz band and a traditional Mexican band.

What’s next? A short play, The First Embrace, begins rehearsals this week. It depicts the bitter struggle before the Mexican-American War between the Mexican government—which embraced fugitive slaves—and the U.S. government, which demanded those slaves be returned to North American plantations. The play will be performed this spring but perhaps more importantly it will be filmed on set and in full costume, then distributed free on the Internet and on DVD.

There’s also talk of another Common Roots, Common Dreams to take place this summer in Olvera Plaza, the heart and soul of downtown Mexican Los Angeles.

Stay tuned.

Much respect to all artists everywhere—

Rock A Mole Productions/Los Angeles

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June 21, 2007

Dion, Paris Hilton, and Rock and Rap Confidential

"Paris Hilton? Ol' Jimmy's done taken leave of his senses entire. What little he had left."

Don't lie, I know that's what you're thinking.

Could be, but you're not gonna prove it with this post. I recently got an appeal from the splendid folks at Rock & Rap Confidential, a progressive music publication (started in the early '80s by Dave Marsh and his posse as Rock & Roll Confidential). They wanted me to hustle folks to subscribe--but let them explain in their own words:

Rock & Rap Confidential, the only publication ever recommended by Rage Against the Machine, is now available free of charge via email. To subscribe, just send the email address you wish to receive it at to:

RRC is the only publication that reviews and promotes every type of music.

RRC, the first to oppose Tipper Gore and the music censors, remains in the forefront in the fight for musical freedom of expression.

RRC is always giving answers to the question: Just exactly why do we need the music industry?

RRC regularly challenges Bono on his bullshit.


Trust me. This is a publication you want to read. And the sucker's free. What are you waiting for?

Okay. To convince those unwilling to take my word for it, I was going to reprint their insightful obituary of James Brown, continuing the JB coverage that started here after his death.

I may still do that sometime soon, but I'm going with another piece of evidence. Just an hour ago I got an email from RRC's list for occasional forwards (and you definitely want to sign up for that too). It hipped me to a brand new YouTube offering, in which Dion--Dion DiMucci, Dion & The Belmonts, that Dion--unveils a new love song he's just written to Paris Hilton. No audible snark, no innuendo. Just a true love song in the old style. And the combination of that lyrical straightforwardness combined with the horrific media-saturated mess that is Ms. Hilton is what gives this song its power.

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