‘Lyrically, I’m supposed to represent, I’m not only a client, I’m the player president.’
That is still the undisputed best closer in hip hop for me.
‘Shorty let me tell you bout my only vice; it has to do with lots of lovin, and it ain’t nothing nice…’
That might be my clear number 2…
Enjoy!
The weekend!
I can’t remember the last time we went into the weekend with Tribe, which means it’s been too long.
This song still goes. And a young Busta. Those were the good days.
We still miss you Phife.
Have a good one everyone.
Well, today sucked.
My generation of hip hop lost one of our greats today. The outpouring of sadness came from everywhere and it was all justified.
The personal connection here is fairly obvious. There was definitely a time in my younger days when I WAS ‘Malik the five foot freak, trying to get with you by the end of the week.’
(sigh)
Rest in Peace Phife. Your voice will NEVER be forgotten!
A segway from the serious to the fun.
Enjoy!
The Weekend. You made it!
Have a good one!
Feeling upbeat and romantic in the best possible way, so let’s start this weekend with some Tribe.
Have a good weekend!
I finally caught the Bo Jackson 30 for 30 last night on Instant Netflix. I obviously have a terrible bias here as someone who was in Royals Stadium on some of those nights, but I have to say that one goes on the list of ‘favorites’ for me. I thought it captured Bo’s spirit really well. Serious but doesn’t take himself too seriously (the Nike campaign), dedicated but also not obsessed to the point that he couldn’t have a happy life when his athletic career ended. We hear so many horror stories that I think my favorite part was seeing him in his mancave chilling making arrows. The country boy is who he is when all the glitz and glamour is gone. Again, I admit my bias, but…I really, really dig that.
Anyway here’s how we go into the holiday weekend. ‘Bo knows this. And Bo knows that…’ Still one of the greatest rap records ever.
Enjoy the long weekend! Back Monday night.
For us ‘old heads’ who always talk about how good hip hop was in the 90s, one of the few groups that seemed like they were universally respected was A Tribe Called Quest. Michael Rappaport (who seems like a very cool dude but who will always be the cat who snapped in Higher Learning to me) is the director of the documentary ‘Beats, Rhymes, and Life’ that goes into the origins, the creative highs, and the sad breakup of a Tribe Called Quest. Since it’s a documentary (i.e. true story), I’ll just tell you up front that I won’t use this space to spoil the various twists and turns and things you learn in the film, but I’ll talk briefly about each member of the group:
Jaroby: the ‘silent’ member who ducked out early. It’s funny when the Tribe was peaking I’m sure I would have been one of the first ones who would have said, “What kind of fool are you to walk away from that?!?” But when you’ve been around the block for a minute, you understand a) Nothing lasts forever, and b) balancing your personal dreams with your work life is the greatest ish ever. Play on playa…
Ali Shaheed Muhammad: the resident ‘George Harrison’ of the band; low key, stays out of the drama, loves his art and keeps it moving. If you don’t think I can relate to a cat like that, seriously, why are you here? He was the ‘eyewitness’ to everything basically but it doesn’t appear to have turned him into a negative person. Got to admire that.
Phife Dawg: Well he’s Malik the 5 footer, so naturally he’s my favorite (half joking). Depending on whose ‘side’ you’re taking he’s the bad guy in all of this (or his ego) is. In retrospect it makes sense but I never realized how much of a sports junkie he is, so he may have found his true calling in his second career. What I really took from Phife’s part of the story (and this is the romantic in me talking of course) is that there really is NOTHING in this world like finding a woman who loves you unconditionally.
Q-Tip: ‘the Leader’, the resident artist of the group. Still all these years later, on that very short list of distinctive MC voices (Snoop and Eazy E are the others who instantly come to mind). Depending on whose ‘side’ you’re taking, maybe he (or his ego) is the bad guy in all of this. Or maybe (and I know this myself from experience) people can just naturally grow apart. And especially when you talk about boys growing into men, we all have our own egos and our own agendas, and when the party’s over, you just hope you can look back at some point and say, ‘We had some good times back in the day.’
So thank you A Tribe Called Quest for giving me plenty of good times and great music back in the day.
Now if you all will excuse me, I’m about to bump ‘God Lives Through’ for the 13,254th since last night…
