an excerpt from an online column i'm working on:
Did a show in the 916 recently. Wasn’t too bad. I say this ‘cause it’s hard, fucking w/ my city. Muthufuckas got issue’s, don’t want to let another man get his, whatever it may be. Ready to funk, all ready got that liquor in their veins before-hand from out in the parking lot as this was a venue what didn’t serve drank. The gang-banging highlight of the 90’s, some would argue, is gone, but now you got so many thugs up in the clubs, little freelance punks out to carve their names onto the bathroom wall of my city as their only claim to fame. I say “freelance” & “thug” for lack of a better description; I’m talking about those youngsters who decide that they hard, start selling a li’l weed & smacking their bitches around on the assumption that will certify them their “real nigga” status. You know what I’m talking about: wifebeater on, a few hood-rich tatoos, driving their bitches Hundai around like they the shit. In other words, chump change.
But I digress. This was an official CD release party for my boy E-Moe’s “Ghetto Gospell” release. He got the venue, The Scene, off of Florin across form the DMV, taken care of. He covered security out of his own pocket. My boy Calico came through with the stretch Escalade. Ladies in free before 10 pm, which almost broke the bank. You’d think not so many would show, but this was an 18 & over show: how many girls that age got anythang else to do? Bear in mind that they all ready to get out they parents house by 8 pm, & that’s 2 hours before opening doors. Bear in mind the boys their age got less to look forward to than they (being boys-in-the-hood) so they already on perv, which ain’t as worse as until a few hours later inside when they start setripping ‘cause sobriety’s kicking in. That’s that “Thug Status” I was referring to earlier. But I digress.
To do a show in Sac aint easy. I’m not talking about our rich underground of alternative rock or folk rock or the blues, I’m talking about hip-hop. I’m not talking about back-pack wearing, cipher-holding hip-hop versus gangster rap, either. To me that split in The Culture is irrelavant; the hip-hopper-than-thou crowd can play the high card & claim that they represent “real hip-hop” while the rest of us in the knuckle-down underground industry are left to the streets, but the fact remains we all in this shit for the love of it. Whether it’s the Art-Form or the Money. I got folks as dedicated to it as you, what? Me, I’m one of those old-school die-hards who you can’t preach down to with your wet-behind-the-ears philosophy about “the purity of hip-hop.” KRS-ONE wrote “watch my 9mm go bang” way back in the day, you little fuck. Before there was hip-hop there was gangster shit & before ther was the gangster shit that exists today there was hip-hop. Uh, but i digress.
The Show. E-Moe had some boys of his from the Bay come up & open. If y’all thought that poor act opening a show in a stadium you been to had it rough, try a club with about 200 people in attendance. They did themselves justice, hit the stage & did their shit hands down. The crowd: a mix of male & female. Which means all the girls are up & moving their hips, just enough to suggest that they like it, & the boys are still in their seats or leaning up against the nearest wall. Being hard. Your basic crowd.
The Show. I hit the stage around 11:30. I got my right-hand man Calico with me, D-Dubb & Nicci Black on the hooks. It’s a 3 song set. 1) “Plug Nickel,” to get the crowd up out their seats & demonstrate these lyrics I got; 2) “The High Life,” to get the same crowd into kicking back & enjoying what we got to offer which is on some club shit; 3) “Cali Livin’,” more of the same but also something new from out the vaults & featuring my homeboy Calico & Nicci Black. <<<TO BE CONTINUED>>>
taken from: mic.control.2
11/15/02
LOKI
aka
"bloody chuckles"
Did a show in the 916 recently. Wasn’t too bad. I say this ‘cause it’s hard, fucking w/ my city. Muthufuckas got issue’s, don’t want to let another man get his, whatever it may be. Ready to funk, all ready got that liquor in their veins before-hand from out in the parking lot as this was a venue what didn’t serve drank. The gang-banging highlight of the 90’s, some would argue, is gone, but now you got so many thugs up in the clubs, little freelance punks out to carve their names onto the bathroom wall of my city as their only claim to fame. I say “freelance” & “thug” for lack of a better description; I’m talking about those youngsters who decide that they hard, start selling a li’l weed & smacking their bitches around on the assumption that will certify them their “real nigga” status. You know what I’m talking about: wifebeater on, a few hood-rich tatoos, driving their bitches Hundai around like they the shit. In other words, chump change.
But I digress. This was an official CD release party for my boy E-Moe’s “Ghetto Gospell” release. He got the venue, The Scene, off of Florin across form the DMV, taken care of. He covered security out of his own pocket. My boy Calico came through with the stretch Escalade. Ladies in free before 10 pm, which almost broke the bank. You’d think not so many would show, but this was an 18 & over show: how many girls that age got anythang else to do? Bear in mind that they all ready to get out they parents house by 8 pm, & that’s 2 hours before opening doors. Bear in mind the boys their age got less to look forward to than they (being boys-in-the-hood) so they already on perv, which ain’t as worse as until a few hours later inside when they start setripping ‘cause sobriety’s kicking in. That’s that “Thug Status” I was referring to earlier. But I digress.
To do a show in Sac aint easy. I’m not talking about our rich underground of alternative rock or folk rock or the blues, I’m talking about hip-hop. I’m not talking about back-pack wearing, cipher-holding hip-hop versus gangster rap, either. To me that split in The Culture is irrelavant; the hip-hopper-than-thou crowd can play the high card & claim that they represent “real hip-hop” while the rest of us in the knuckle-down underground industry are left to the streets, but the fact remains we all in this shit for the love of it. Whether it’s the Art-Form or the Money. I got folks as dedicated to it as you, what? Me, I’m one of those old-school die-hards who you can’t preach down to with your wet-behind-the-ears philosophy about “the purity of hip-hop.” KRS-ONE wrote “watch my 9mm go bang” way back in the day, you little fuck. Before there was hip-hop there was gangster shit & before ther was the gangster shit that exists today there was hip-hop. Uh, but i digress.
The Show. E-Moe had some boys of his from the Bay come up & open. If y’all thought that poor act opening a show in a stadium you been to had it rough, try a club with about 200 people in attendance. They did themselves justice, hit the stage & did their shit hands down. The crowd: a mix of male & female. Which means all the girls are up & moving their hips, just enough to suggest that they like it, & the boys are still in their seats or leaning up against the nearest wall. Being hard. Your basic crowd.
The Show. I hit the stage around 11:30. I got my right-hand man Calico with me, D-Dubb & Nicci Black on the hooks. It’s a 3 song set. 1) “Plug Nickel,” to get the crowd up out their seats & demonstrate these lyrics I got; 2) “The High Life,” to get the same crowd into kicking back & enjoying what we got to offer which is on some club shit; 3) “Cali Livin’,” more of the same but also something new from out the vaults & featuring my homeboy Calico & Nicci Black. <<<TO BE CONTINUED>>>
taken from: mic.control.2
11/15/02
LOKI
aka
"bloody chuckles"
