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blog post BEST & WORST HIP-HOP HONEY JARS OF 2008
Posted in RESPECT DUE on Feb 01, 2009 at 8:41 PM
Current Mood: confused
GrrrRRrr. Wha’s up music people. It’s been a long winter. I know I comin’ out of the cave late this year, but nobody woke me up. I was dream about that real sweet honey. Since there wasn’t much to stack up on the summer, I overslept. Fuck it. Hardly no one was campin’ out this summer, and picnic baskets were scarce. But you know I gotta share my haul with you and let you know what I found.

Yet before I start maulin’ MF’s, I want to give a special congratulations to the President Barrack Obama. I’m glad I got to witness such an amazing thing in my lifetime. It’s history people will be passing on to their grandchildren. Shit is really phenomenal. I never imagine to see it in my lifetime. So good luck and God bless you. Go ahead and give a hand at fixin’ this place up a bit.


And on a personal note: What tha fuck? WHAT THA FUCK!

No one wants to give Jean Grae love. What are all the hip-hop listeners doing? Ya’ll listening to all that other bearshit, but won’t give her no light. Man, there used to be a Lyte. But now there’s JG. She is hot like that. Chick already put out like four albums, mad collabos, and guest appearances. It is very rare that you get a hot female hip-hop artist of her talent and skill. Everybody in this thing needs pay more attention. Jeanie, I got you. You up next.

Now, this is my second list, and there will be one every year. Just a little insight at how judge honey. It’s the nod factor, the jar presentation, how cats ride the rhythm, and the ratio of sweet tracks compare to total tracks on album. So if there’s 10 tracks, there needs to be at least six bangin’ tracks, or money is wasted. Hey, I might not like a beat, but don’t mean it ain’t good. I look for aesthetic quality. Shit ‘cause if you a real connoisseur, then you listen to all types of music. It’s just I been at this hip-hop thing since there’s been a hip-hop thing. Skills is skills. Either you puttin’ in work, or workin’ on someone’s nerves. It’s that simple. Now, lets get into to this shit.


TOXIC HONEY: The results of produced of bees feeding on honeydew.

HIP-HOP"S MOST TOXIC HONEY OF 2008

10. UNTITLED by Nas-Really?! Untitled? After all the classics, after all the songs, albums and mixtapes you thought of names for, that’s what you went with? Original. Aight. Aight. I feel you. You felt lazy. But you couldn’t stop there could you? You added lazy production and rhymes as well.

9. 808s & HEARTBREAK by Kanye West—If you want to end it, just end it. You didn’t have to produce a whole bullshit album to push us away. After that whole college affair we had, you go and truly break our hearts. I don’t love one thing about this album. It’s not me, it’s you. No, no, don’t try to apologize. I just need some space.

8. BORED OF EDUCATION-Brooklyn Academy-Ya’ll cats better go to the same school West attended ‘cause ya’ll ain’t learn a fuckin’ thing in Brooklyn. Some of the best teachers in the world are from BK. Pay attention in class. You sat next to a Jeanius, but didn’t take notes or even cheat! All of you get an “F”, and trust me, that shit don’t stand for Funky.

7. NY’s FINEST-by Pete Rock-All the years you been livin’ in NY. BX born and raised. All these years, you made the hottest beats, albums and grooves, contributing to this thing we love, you’re a legend. If I’m not mistaken, you’re the Chocolate Boy Wonder. Yet, it’s a wonder what age has done to you. Yeah, you’re not boy anymore. We grown folk now. You haven’t aged like fine wine. This shit was sour.

6. LEAVE IT ALL BEHIND by Foreign Exchange-When the photo for the cover of the album was decided, was it expected that no one would actually to show up. An empty house. The relationship shouldn’t have happened as it had after being so Connected. The fans left when you jilted H.E.R. at the altar. The guests are long gone. Percy Miracles, I do not take this to be hip-hop.

5. ILLUSTRIOUS by Big Noyd—Noyd, do you even know what the fuck “illustrious” means? “Notably outstanding because of dignity or achievements or actions,” as defined by Webster’s. The album’s contents are nothing thereof. True, you tried to show you didn’t need any help—no Havoc, Prodigy, or Infamous. You from Queensbridge, son… what ever happen to that dude screamin’ “represent, represent!” way back when. And though you went across the way to get Joell, get back On the Grind.

4. NOT 4 SALE by Kardinall Offishall—If you wanna chat, then chat. If you wanna rap, then rap. You can’t do both. No really. It just stinks like bearshit. You hardcore dancehall, or not at all. You pick the poison, ‘cause the mixture is killin’ us like ammonia and bleach. Please, man, we want to live. It was hard to take this album in even with a gas face. I couldn’t fuckin’ stop gaggin’.

3. T.O.S. (Terminate On Sight) by G-Unit-After losin’ to Kanye, you got mad, and went ahead and got your boys Banks, Yayo and Buck . Curtis, it’s okay. I know you’re angry. But T.O.S. was not the answer. I reiterate: You suck. Two decent tracks. Grow up, man. You got money. Ya’ll cats ain’t jackin’, shootin’ nothin’ no more. Bitch, you sold Vitamin Water for almost 200 mil. Talkin’ ‘bout terminating shit. Son, you the one with tha Kevlar.

2. CARNAGE by Chaundon-You’re a part of the Justus League. You know, “And Justus For All?” You supposed to be super on the mic, but alas you are not the hero I envisioned. You were sort of like Hancock. We were just collateral damage. Carnage… perhaps that’s where this album came from. All the rubble left behind. After wreckin’ everyone else’s shit, you had nothing left. How is that Justus?

1. ¡SOULJABOYTELLEM by Soulja Boy-Just wait a fuckin’ minute. What makes you think you can tell anybody shit about rap, hip-hop or music. Stop talking while grown folks is rhymin’. You was born in the Chi. Better listen to your elders. There was not a track on this album that meant anything to anyone. You talked about nothing. What you need is a good ass whippin’. If I see you, I’ma take off my belt.

Honorable Mentions: The Huge Hefner Chronicles by Diamond D, Ego Trippin’ by Snoop Dog, Tha Carter III by Lil’ Wayne and The Greatest Story Never Told by David Banner.



ORGANIC HONEY: The results produced when honey comes straight from the honeycomb as edible sweet nectar.
BEST HIP-HOP HONEY OF 2008
10. SEASON ONE by The Jonesz—Made’ the playoffs in their first year.
9. THEATER OF THE MIND by Ludacris—Just as good as the trailers, and better.
8. WE MEAN BUSINESS by EPMD—The company went from the red to black.
7. THE PREFACE by Elzhi—If this is just the beginning… then damn.
6. D.I.R.T. by Heltah Skeltah—This is some rich soil. Get some trees.
5. TOBACCO ROAD by Common Market—Soulful, melodic, and downright special.
4. THE SHOW by EMC—Get front row seats. The acoustics are slammin’!
3. SO FAR by Inverse—So far, they’ve come a long way in a short time.
2. THE FORMULA by 9th Wonder & Buckshot—The Chemistry paid off.
1. THE RENAISSANCE by Q-tip—If Hip-Hop is dead for you, here starts the revival.

Honorable Mentions: Jeanius by 9th Wonder & Jean Grae, Pro Tools by The GZA, Timeline by Nicolay and Kay, First of All? by Shawn Jackson, and Then What Happened? by J-Live. You could get if you ain’t got ‘em.

BEST HIP-HOP HONEY OF 2008



Well, I think it’s time get on down the dusty trail. And, oh yeah, my personal thoughts for 2008 Hip-Hop:

Best Album: The Renaissance-Q-Tip
Favorite Album: So Far-Inverse
Most Overrated Album: Untitled by Nas
Most Underrated Album: -Grey Hairs-Reks
Album You Wanted That Never Dropped: Dretox-Dr. Dre
Favorite Artist: Tanya Morgan
Most Underrated Artist: Jean Grae
Most Overrated Artist: Atmosphere
Artist I’m Watchin’-The Pacifics
Worst Artist: Soulja Boy
Best Mixtape: The Nigger Tape-Nas

Peace, til summr.




blog post THE WILD NECK
Posted in RESPECT DUE on Jun 10, 2008 at 1:07 AM
Current Mood: excited
GRAHHHH! And summer is only a few days away. I’m revvin’ up and getting’ goin’. Lots of places to go, and more honey to look for. Oh, I love it. The bees are buzzin’, makin’ all the honey I need to keep my cheeks curled and my appetite appeased. For those lookin’ for music, keep IMEEM in mind ‘cause it seems all artists and my peeps are about to jump off. So let’s get ready.

I'm on the run.



First off, I’d like to give as big shout out to the next President of the United States, of course, BARRACK OBAMA. He keeps it real. He’s for the people. If you haven’t heard anything he’s been spittin’, check him out, he gots some serious isht to say about this country. Just by the way, I might be for OBAMA, but it doesn’t mean you are. I mean, if you want to vote for the old man, that’s fine, but make sure you vote, so the next time your ass is bitchin’ about somethin’ that ain’t right with your paycheck, cable bill, cell phone statement or your gas gauge---think for a minute: “Did I vote in 2004?” Yeah, think about it. If you didn’t, here’s your chance you rectify. Do that. It will make you feel better.



And don’t be scared, BARRACK will be the man.


Also, I wanted to give a shout out to all real music people. Those in the Industry who have shown me love for years, and those who are just beginnin’ to put it out there. It’s been my pleasure to report on, meet, greet and chill with all of you. If I haven’t said it before, it was great talkin’ to you or writin’ you.



Now, peep it. I been gettin’ some friend requests from some hot clans, posses, crews and cliks, as well as soloists, who do it up right. When I started THE WILD NECK, I had a lot of things to do, but one I found a necessity for my survival: FRESH HONEY. I love hearin’ new music. I been listenin’ to it since I’m little in my Uncle’s record shop on the Ave. You all know this bear roams the underground, and on IMEEM, a lot of new artists have hit me up, and I’ve been featurin’ their music on my page.

Well, what I want to do know is give them a voice. I am going to start hittin’ ‘em up about where they really think the music is at, and where they fit in. You’ll have to check the writin’ on the wall, I’m gonna asked them to hit me up with the honest raw. I wanna talk to them now before they become big where they got life of the hook. I wanna give them a voice where they’re overlooked. I hope if people like what they read and hear, they’ll become fans. I am a fan, and that’s why I do it.

So this summer, I hope to have interviews from new artists right here on IMEEM. So keep checkin’ THE WILD NECK for the Writin’ on the Wall. And if you’re an artist who wants to tell true music listeners why you’re in this thing, drop me an message. I wanna hear from you. Let’s get the Summer poppin’

Oh, and uh… GAS IS HIGH AS HELL!!! Get on the motorcycle, scooter, bike, bus, train or friggin’ troop it. It’s healthy and gas is ridiculous. Seriously, $4.09 per gallon. Really? Here’s music for the backpack, so keep it movin’.




BACKPACK RAP



blog post THE WILD NECK
Posted in RESPECT DUE on Mar 23, 2008 at 7:44 PM
Current Mood: refreshed
IT"S SPRING, AGAIN?

A long slumber has done me well. In a deep sleep. It was good. But now summer is coming, and it's time to wake up, so let's get it on.



Okay, let me start out by showing love for those who show love for me. I gotta say, I been putting up, and shouting out the hottest hip-hop music I could find in my travels through the woods. I appreciate the more than 50, 000 people, despite the thirty-second songs status, who have come to my WILD NECK of the woods to listen to what I think are some of the hottest songs seldom heard, but truly bangin' nonetheless. A lot of you seem to agree, so I give a big, bear hug to you all. Grrrr.

Oh, and to the artists, lets just say without your talent, persistence, and gift, I would have nothing to look forward to each day. Music is not easy, and all the things you do to stand out from everyone else, I thank you. Nappy loves the camps putting out the dope isht.



And to the others, well… If YOU ARE WHAT YOU SAY YOU ARE, then make some fly isht, and stop wasting my time. Stop cluttering up the airwaves with that wack shit. Pay attention to what's really fly. You music might not be garbage.

On to some next shit.

This spring and summer will be filled with some highly anticipated bangin' albums. Some of which the fans have been waiting on so long they have achieved legendary status. Others have generated excitement just by the thought of the concept. Still others will bring shock and controversy upon being release.

Only Built Cuban Links II rumors are swirling, Blackout 2 is stirring the pot, Nas' purported Nigga is supposed to shake the foundation, and the god Rakim is will break the 7th Seal.



Concerts and music festivals will abound. You might catch the Bear roaming the outskirts anywhere. I will try to put my best paw forward with whatever underground love I have to give, including interviews, playlists, reviews, maybe even some photos and video, who knows, when I get hungry, I gotta eat.

And wouldn't I be remiss if I didn't mention the upcoming election. No matter who you want to win, just get your vote in. Make this year count. This Bear will brave the backwoods to vote. And I'm putting up a Paw for Obama. I mean, what could be greater change than a Black President?



Since, I been hidin' out in the underground cave for the winter, I thought give you a taste of what I been surviving on. If you r trying to start you spring off right, I put some out eh hottest underground music together. If you have heard of any of these cats, you might want to look a little deeper. Some of them are on my friends list. If don't got em, git' em. Just so sweet from the bottom of my honey pots. Best winter meal I had in a while.

HONEY FROM THE UNDERGROUND



HONEY FROM THE UNDERGROUND




KEEP ON...


blog post BEST & WORST HIP-HOP HONEY JARS OF 2007
Posted in RESPECT DUE on Dec 28, 2007 at 11:54 PM
Current Mood: tired
One of the Bears, woke up from hibernation recently, it went something like this:

"Yo', Napp?"

"…"

"Yo' Nappy…"

"…"

"Kodi?!"

"Grrrrg! What tha fuck do you want?"



"I can't sleep,"

"You're a bear, it's winter."

"It's that time of year."

"What?"

"I'm hungry."

"Oh, that time of year."

"You know where they're at,"

"Oh, I know."

I know, you're thinking: "what the hell are these sleepless mo'fo's talkin' about?"
We're talking about where to get the best and worst honeycombs of the year, and a few hidden so far fall asleep on the way there, and on the way back. Let's go get 'em.
It's been a hell of a year, I seen a lot of things. I seen bees disappear, Michael Vick get vicked, and the departure of one of the greatest musical talents man has ever known, who without all these years, my cupboard would have been bare. So without further adieu, I take ya'll on my winter quest to keep you away from the worst and have you taste the best.



First the worst.


TOXIC HONEY: The results of produced of bees feeding on honeydew.

HIP-HOP"S MOST TOXIC HONEY OF 2007

10. ONE MAN BAND MAN by Swizz Beatz—What the fuck made him think 'cause DMX ain't around he could go it alone. You know what you Beatz. And use lotion… wouldn't want it to be as rough as this album was.

9. TIMBALAND PRESENTS SHOCK VALUE by Timbaland-- Dude, who's screaming "Clear!" ? This shit couldn't resuscitate a lab rat let alone your career. Listener pronounced DOA. Cause of death: Revolting Production.

8. FROM NOTHIN" TO SOMETHIN' by Faboulous—If this is something, then, quick everyone pull a dollar out of your pocket and mail it to FOE: FOUDATION for ORDINARY EMCEES c/o Faboulous. Hurry, before he makes another album.

7. THE KUSH by Havoc—What the fuck are you smokin'? It ain't the Kush 'cause I been in a lot of sessions, if nothing else was going on at least the trees were ODC. Man, stop getting yo' shit down at Washington Square Park. You don't know them.

6. BLUE CHEESE N' CONEY ISLAND by Bizarre—Now, I know when Eminem left, and told you as long don't eat the couch everything's cool, but who told you to eat a shit sandwich? Cause what you spitting just plain smells like you been kissing Eminem's ass.

5. CURTIS by 50 Cent—After all your frontin' you finally broke down, and let everyone get to know the real you: Curtis Jackson. We can honestly say… you suck. You lost your "Hip-hop Pepsi Challenge" with Kanye, but refuse give up. You ain't gotta go home, but you gotta get the fuck outta here.

4. HOUSE OF LORDS by Lords of the Underground—Why can't you just stay the fuck down there?! You rarely came to the surface before. Ooh, blinded by daylight The light of day pretty bright, huh? That explains why your album seems like a 3 year-old was on the boards. Next time, the round peg goes into the round hole.

3. ADRENALINE RUSH 2007 by Twista—WHAT?! WHAT?! I CAN"T HEAR YOU OVER THE HORRIBLE MUSIC IN THE BACKGROUND. HOLD ON… Now, slow tha fuck down. What did you say? Oh. Okay. Yeah, I don't care about that other shit you said either. No album was more irrelevant than this one. Adrenaline rush? Vivarin anyone?

2. MUSIC IS MY SAVIOR by Mims—Listen carefully… You need Jesus. You chose the wrong savior. Step away from the mic slowly. This album had people returning to church, seeking redemption. It was so bad, it made flossin', bling, cars, ho's, gear, smokin' and drinkin' seem like the Seven Deadly Sins. Repent, Sean Mims, repent. I hope Judgment Day isn't coming soon cause it might take an entire lifetime to atone for this album.

1. DOGG CHIT by Tha Dogg Pound—This is an absolute first. Never before, has any album in the history of music been so saturated with irony. They could not have given this album a better title. I dare anyone who reads this to listen to each track on this album for more than ten seconds without laughing so hard that you kill your loved ones, and then weep uncontrollably until the authorities seize you and the alleged listening device. Why laugh then cry? It's funny cause it's true. Cry, not cause you murdered your loved ones, but because you know there are still copies available.

Honorable Mentions: 5* Stunna by Birdman, The Real Testament by Plies, Get money, Stay True by Pall Wall, souljaboytellem.Com by Soulja Boy, and Best Thang Smokin' by Young Dro. They didn't make the list 'cause they ain't worth the keystrokes, and I hate ear infections.

ORGANIC HONEY :The results produced when honey comes straight from the honeycomb as edible sweet nectar.

HIP-HOP"S MOST ORGANIC HONEY OF 2007

10. DESIRE by Pharoahe Monch—Decades of sound in one album.
9. GRADUATION by Kanye West—It's great to be out of school.
8. TRAVEL AT YOUR OWN PACE by Y Society—Hip-hop funk, circa 1994.
7. RED GONE WILD by Redman—Funk Doc prescribes a strong pill.
6. FINDING FOREVER by Common—Defines the word "soul" in hip-hop.
5. THE COOL by Lupe Fiasco—He takes with him to you places you wanna be.
4. PORT AUTHORITY by Marco Polo—A hip-hop connoisseur making music.
3. POPULAR DEMAND by Black Milk—J Dilla's heir apparent.
2. THE BIG DOE REHAB by Ghostface Killah—Better than "8 Diagrams," what!?
1. EARDRUM by Talib Kweli—The BK MC continues to represent all hip-hop not just Brooklyn

Honorable Mentions: The Brick: Bodega Chronicles by Joell Ortiz, 8 Diagrams by Wu-Tang Clan, Ahead of the Basics by Nametag, The Scenic Route by Panacea, and Rhyme Pro by Rob-O. All are worth bumpin' in the car or ipod.

I'm going back to the cave. Oh, but before I go, I leave your with my personal thoughts for 2007 Hip-Hop:


Best Album: EarDrum-Talib Kweli
Favorite Album: Popular Demand-Black Milk
Most Overrated Album: Graduation-Kanye West
Most Underrated Album: Ahead of the Basics-Nametag
Album You Wanted That Never Dropped: Swift & Changeable-Ghostface Killlah & MF Doom
Favorite Artist: Ghostface Killah
Most Underrated Artist: Marco Polo
Most Overrated Artist: Timbaland
Worst Artist: MIMS
Best Mixtape: Belly of the Beast-Saigon
Favorite Mixtape: Mathematics Present Wu-Tang Returns-Wu-Tang

Before I lay back down with a full belly, I give you a nice taste.



Oh, and to those artist thinking of making it through the forest, always know you have to come through the THE WILD NECK—WATCH YOU CAMP! Nighty, night, see you in the early spring.

OH… AND BEFORE I FORGET: "BABY"… WHEN YOU KISS ANOTHER MAN ON THE MOUTH… YOU ARE GAY. I DON"T CARE HOW LONG YOU"VE KNOWN HIM, AND THAT YOU DON"T TAP YOUR FEET IN A PUBLIC BATHROOM.

GRRRRRRRRRrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.



blog post NAPPYBEAR'S RECENT INTERVIEW WITH THE ATOMIC DOG
Posted in RESPECT DUE on Oct 12, 2007 at 8:20 PM
Current Mood: fabulous

Everything’s All Funked Up





So I’m chilling out, listening to some old school hip-hop, surfing the net and browsing my e-mails, when I get one from my editor. The subject line read: “George Clinton Interview!!!”




Of course I hit the button on that one because I wasn’t too sure I read it right. I opened it, and there it was. “Marcus, I've got an interview with George Clinton if you want it. Let me know ASAP.”



I thought, are you kidding me?



Let’s keep it real for a sec, what music journalist wouldn’t want to interview the Atomic Dog, The Prime Minister of Funk, Dr. Funkenstein, and the man who put a nation under a groove.



George Clinton has been producing music since before I was born. He started out as a staff songwriter for Motown Records. Inspired to create his own group in Plainfield, New Jersey by the doo-wop group Frankie Lymon and the Teenagers, and being influenced by the many soul artists who created the legendary Motown sound, he created his own doo-wop group The Parliaments. The band recorded several songs, but found little success besides the single “Testify” in 1967, which went as high as #3 on the Billboard R & B Charts.



Yet, he wasn’t deterred. Clinton just didn’t believe the people were ready for what he had to give. Clinton knew the music he produced would be different than any that had been heard before. Clinton watched as rock & roll groups and other soul artists cashed in on the attitude of the 60’s, including the Vietnam War and Civil Rights Movement.



In the early 70’s, The Parliaments became Parliament, but after Revilot Records folded and took name with it, he pioneered another group, originally the back-up band for Parliament, called Funkadelic, which was composed of a lot of the same members, the groups were later collectively known as P-Funk, as both groups spent the decade bringing the R&B world a new sound. The bands made most of their music in the Motor City, seeking to find a level of excitement for it out of the Motown home-base. Clinton and both bands, which were influenced by artists like Sly and the Family Stone, Jimi Hendrix, as well as Cream, added a more electronic sound to their music. The new sound was a prescription for a nation of people entranced by blaxplotation films, disco and the Black Power Movement.



While artists such as Isaac Hayes and Curtis Mayfield focused on theme styled R&B, as Stevie Wonder and Earth, Wind and Fire spread love, Clinton and his bands brought forth a unique sound with the albums “Cosmic Slop” and “Up For The Down Stroke.” Both albums held a significant position on the Billboard R &B charts, cracking the top 100. Yet, the bands still achieved less success of than some of their peers.



In 1978, P-Funk continued to break ground on the music scene, and released the earthquake album “One Nation Under A Groove” and making an impact on the disco hungry masses. The album included hits “Flashlight and the title track “One Nation Under A Groove,” which brought massive success, as both songs achieved the number one spot on Billboard’s R&B Chart, as well as ranking #16 and #29, respectively, on Billboard’s United States Top 100 Singles chart. The album is also #177 on Rolling Stones Magazine’s list of the 500 Greatest Albums of All Time.



However, during the 1980’s, Clinton went solo, and usually featured members of the P-Funk crew. Clinton recorded the songs “Loopzilla” and “Atomic Dog,” which both garnered high rankings on the R&B charts. Both songs continued the tradition of the Funk, which Clinton bands had made so famous.



Clinton continued to make music, but soon that music would effect a whole new generation of listeners and musicians. Clinton’s musical influence has had an impact of the careers of famous musicians such as Prince, Rick James and Queen.



In the 1990’s, Clinton’s P-Funk sound was being sampled, and made a significant impact on another whole genre of music. The basslines and rhythms of Clinton’s P-Funk bands were sampled and became the core part of hip-hop music. Artists such as Public Enemy, Dr. Dre, The Red Hot Chili Peppers, X-Clan, Digital Underground and Outkast have all made Clinton’s music a major part of their albums by sampling his music.



Clinton is the second most sampled artist in the world. His music’s pioneering sound has made a difference for countless musicians, and prompted numerous spin-off bands. His contribution to hip-hop music is immeasurable, and can only be rivaled by the late James Brown.



At 67 years old, Clinton pilots his music vessel like Magellan, weaving his craft from country to country, state to state, funking up everything in his path. It took me a while to catch the Mothership docked, and over a two week period he had been to more ports than I could count.



Once I caught up with him, I could see why almost four decades of musicians rode along with him on his fantastic, Funk voyage.



After I thanked him for his eternal contribution to my life as well as my musical enjoyment, we got into it:








NB: Damn! What’s it like to be Admiral George Clinton, master and commander of the Funk Mothership?



GC: It’s the same ole same. I keep funkin’. I mean, I’m blessed because I had lot people help me do what I did. Know what I’m sayin’? If you look at the way my music has come full circle, hip-hop has made it more popular than ever. The way they sampling it makes me continue to be who I am. I look at other artists and say to myself wow look at them, like Rakim, Dr. Dre and them. I mean I listen to them, and it’s still going.






NB: C’mon man, during your early years you were a staff writer at Motown, they were making seminal rhythm and blues—just exactly when did you get that first funky feeling.



GC: We wanted to make something raw. I realized I couldn’t I was doing, if hadn’t been for other people. I watched other big artists come back and hang on the block and they weren’t stars anymore. They were just regular people, so that gave me incentive to believe in what I was doing and just keep going on that path. I realized I could be that type of person too. I tried to make sure that I didn’t stop.





NB: Did you ever expect the Funk to mesmerize a nation.



GC: Man, being in Detroit made hell of difference in what I was doing. When I wrote music for Motown, I felt that strong. I saw how people felt about the Beatles. Other Rock & Roll had not been as accepted, and it took a while for people to embrace it. I hoped my music to be that way. I didn’t think it was that way at first because of Rock & Roll. I pretty much jumped up on Jimi Hendrix, and they were doing the exact same things, and for some reason they couldn’t make it a part of the mainstream.





NB: How did the death of JB(James Brown) affect you.



GC: It was a surprise to me. Bootsy(Collins) did a lot of work with him. Even though we didn’t work together at Motown. It was the competition that kept both of us going. I mean between him and me, we tried to affect the people. He did it his way, and I did it mine, so it was sad, and surprising to see him go.




NB: Bro, you made so much music. If you had to name a song that put you on the map, what would it be.



GC: I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t name one. I mean, “Free your mind,” that album we did in one day in the studio. In 24 hours. We wanted just a raw, psychedelic album to come out of the studio. It was something that we didn’t expect, but I always knew doing what I’m doing would eventually be something. I just kept funkin’. I knew it would eventually happen.




NB: When I was a shorty, my Uncle owned a record shop, and I wasn’t old enough to read heavy words yet, but I remembered album covers, and whenever I heard the funk, I looked to tha red, black and green flag on One Nation, and felt good about my Dashiki.



GC: Well, it was always my intention to make something different. We wanted the music to be raw. We didn’t think the people would be ready for it, but we knew it would get some type of acceptance. That’s the sound we’ were trying to bring. So it had a lot to do with the times, but now a whole new generation has made it more than I expected. These guys who make hip-hop do some amazing things so it only adds to the total power of the music.




NB: Man, I heard you’re turnin’ the people out on the We-Funk Tour which has more than 30 dates, how you holding up. I mean, that’s a lot of damn dates for anybody.




GC: I feel more at home when I’m on the road than when I’m at home. I don’t feel right when I’m in one place like that unless it’s the studio. The road is home for me. I been doing like this for years, and it’s the only way I could do it. It’s gives me energy to be out there performing in front of the fans, feeling the love. They provide the energy I need. I feed off it. It keeps me going.




NB: You let people record your joints at live shows for non-commercial use, what made you do that? There’s a lot of artists with your stature that absolutely don’t allow it, aren’t you worried about bootlegging.



GC: Man, the Grateful Dead showed the way. They proved to me that you can have taping of your shows and it doesn’t affect your fan base at all. It only adds to what you’re trying to do. I mean, the Dead gave all their music away at shows, and the fans followed them around the world. That’s the power of music, and that power doesn’t diminish because you let people tape your shows it only makes it better. You don’t necessarily need the radio, The only people who might not like it are the record companies. And I been in a fight with them over the rights for my music for awhile now, so whatever, man.




NB: You popped off your own label, C Kunspyruhzy, and have released your first studio album in ten years. How the people feelin’ it?



GC: People love the new music, and it hasn’t even been on the radio. I found that you don’t really need the radio because the street is where it’s at. With hip-hop and all that’s connected, the street is where you get the most impact. So staying close to the street with our music, and what hip hop has done has made a huge impact. People are always looking for the next funk. People give me love on the music because they just keep wanting more.




NB: There was a time when radio stations wouldn’t give you any air-play, which necessitated the P-Funk origin. Now all of a sudden your songs won’t stay out of mainstream media whether it’s sampled, movies or video.



GC: Now, we get more airplay. But it ain’t necessary. It’s still going. When I started making music, I saw what rock n roll was doing and didn’t think we would have the impact right away, but I knew it would be years later before the full impact would be felt. People were feeling Jimi Hendrix and James(Brown) from the beginning, but it took some time for others to come around, which is what I expected for us, and I wanted us to get in like that.




NB: You been Admiral of the Mothership of Funk for more than 30 years, you bleed funk, bro, what else has been fuel for your Mothership.



GC: Pussy and drugs. They keep wanting more and I keep trying to give it to them. We’ve got reality show coming up on BET(Black Entertainment Television), which is in pre-production. It’s gonna be a show about me and the band as well as new artists who will be battling for a spot to open for us on the next tour. We’re gonna show people what the process is behind sampling and how much other cats pay for it, and what it’s like to roll with the funk. The name of the new show will be “Somebody Let the Monkey Out The Cage.”



NB: What’s next after We Funk Tour for the Funk legend?



GC: After the tour, we’ll be doing the reality show, and then going back on tour. I’m excited to do it. I just keep going. This music thing is all I’m about. I mean, I got some other artists I’m looking to develop and making the label bigger. After I finish dealing with all the court cases, then I’m really looking to let loose.



NB: Man, it was great kickin’ it with you like this. I wish you were performing near me so I could peep the new style.



GC: Man, sounds like you need to get funked up. Come on down and take a ride.




NB: Man, I might have to do that. That’s real.



I am currently on course for a rendezvous with the Mothership.


blog post THE WILD NECK
Posted in RESPECT DUE on Jul 25, 2007 at 10:58 PM
Current Mood: bitter
 Yeah, I'm Fucking Bitter.  How is it that someone can tell this fuckin' bear when, where and how inform peeps of new music.  It's some bearshit. For those that are dumber then paste, I'm talking about IMEEM limiting most songs to 30 seconds. Look, IMEEM, if that is you real name, Stop seeling out to major corporations.  Yeah, Fuckers, i heard about your settlement with Warner MusicBMG.  You had to blow that RIAA dix. 
Well, I don't like that shit when other animals sell out to hunters.  IMEEM youare a Werewolf in sheeps clothing, and I'm didn't know I was going to get bit.    But that's okay, because under a full moon, I change.  Peeps, you thought the maul was bad.  In th darkness, inthe light of the moon, I can't help but kill, so from now on, I've gone deep into the cave.

 This is the last post of THE WILD NECK.  I've taken much more a liking to stalking straight victims instead of campsites   I am now attacking innocent artists, who are daring enough to step into the Wild Neck.  I've gotten a lot of requests to comment and give fedback on upcoming artists work, and those who don't fear savagery, honeesty, and positive feedback, please step forward.  If you're an artist, and want to know how you work is coming along, hit me up.  I give you an honest critique, and keep you movin towards the top.  If you know any peeps who want to have their album listened to, tell them to leave a fish at the front the cave, and under no circumstances enter!  You don't want to know what's in that cave, that includes white people as well.
I'll be leaving all my uploads and playlists intact, just in case IMEEM finds a cure for it Lycanthrope ways, but i won't be uploading anymore.  Only in DA CAVE will you find my victims.  Bones scattered everywhere as I lurk in the darkness.
As for my peeps, on IMEEM, you are victims.  Don't get got by the werewolf.  Stay away from the woods on dark nights.  And to those whose campsites bumpin' that wackshit, I'll see ya when I see ya.  And to those that enjoyed my posts, peace and love,
and know that I'm:  ALWAYS AROUND BUT NEVER FOUND.  



blog post THE WILD NECK
Posted in RESPECT DUE on Jun 22, 2007 at 4:26 PM
Current Mood: frustrated
 GET YOUR HAND OUT MY POCKET!

     This is a special midweek edition of The WILD NECK. I am fuckin’ pissed. Now because of Warner’s suit against Imeem(see AWW NOT THESE BITCHES AGAIN), Imeem has been forced to limit songs to a 30 sec. preview on any of your uploaded content whether or not it’s on a playlist or just music. If you haven’t notice a change, just go to one of your friends playlists or music, and see for yourself. You can’t listen to shit anymore. I get 30 sec. previews of some of the hottest isht. The RIAA has muscled the consumer again.

     This is some bearshit. I don’t know about yous, but I don’t listen to the radio. I’ma fuckin’ writing bear. Fishin’ bear. Listen’ bear. I listen to Imeem while I type out yarns from the woods. Now this is some bearshit. I can’t listen to any of my peeps music, when I’m just kickin’ back.

     
     Imeem has launched a pioneering initiative powered by SNOCAP to compensate artists through an ad-supported revenue share when their music is streamed on the imeem service.

     “SNOCAP’s technology, including its Digital Registry, has been a valuable resource to help power the next phase of our social media network,” said Dalton Caldwell, founder and chief executive officer of imeem.
     “We’ll continue to work closely with major and independent labels to promote and connect artists with our rapidly growing user community while helping the artists to get paid,” he concluded.

---courtestsy of TMC.net


     From what I understand, Imeem is saying petition your favorite artist to join the Imeem corporate partnership in order that full length versions of their songs may be played. Man fuck that!  You can even get your profile or content deleted.   They will send you an email, 
staing the content has been deleted, but not which content.  

     This fuckin’ music is mine. Dalton Caldwell ain’t never seen my honey collection. He doesn’t’ know anything about the sweet golden goodness. If I want to invite three hundred people down to the stream to chow on some honey I will, and if I feel like it, I will give everyone a party favor—a brand new shiny copy of my latest hive conquest, so fuck off RIAA.
      Well, all this shit means I gotta come out of the woods, into the world. Imagine, a bear runnin’ loose all over the place. Man, this some bearshit. You on my back for some music. C’mon why don’t you put your little Internet task force on something a little more pressing RIAA like fuckin’ Al Queda.

Oops. Sorry. My mistake. Fuck it. You know what? I might be a bear, but now I gotta resort to Gorilla tactics. And if I got to be a monkey, I’ma be a Guerilla.

ANYONE READING THIS AND WANTS TO HEAR FULL VERSIONS OF MY PLAYLISTS NEED ONLY SEND ME AN EMAIL, REQUESTING A COPY. A DUDE IN WITH GREY FUR AND A MASK WILL MEET YOU IN THE BACK WOODS, AND HE’LL HAVE WHAT YOU NEED.

Take that RIAA. Fuckin’ posers. I’m out.



blog post THE WILD NECK
Posted in RESPECT DUE on Jun 20, 2007 at 12:35 AM
Current Mood: sad
IF YOU DON'T KNOW...

Okay. My fur is wet. No, I don’t mean wet from rain. I mean wet from blood. That’s right. The Maul has paid dividends. I’m a rough fuckin’ customer. Lions and tigers… please. You know the last animal in that phrase. Keep it real. Lion, king of the jungle, maybe. King of the forest… definitely not. Don’t come ‘round here with dat bullshit.

I takes them all on, and I’ll maul ‘em. The only natural enemy I have is man, and they don’t do to well against me. Why? ‘Cause they’re stupid. They all tough until I stand up. Then they’re all crocodile tears. Save that shit for Kleenex. I put ‘em down. If you don’t know… now you know.


Onto some next.

RIP STACKS BUNDLES!

As some of you know, Stacks Bundles of the Dipset crew was killed last week. He was ambushed in Queens. Bundles (born Rayquon Elliott) was shot once in head and once in the neck in the lobby of his Far Rockaway buildin' early June 11th morning. He was 24 years old.

Damn. Down goes another Rapper. Muthafuckas. Cut that shit out. Nappy is the only one who does the killin’—and only in my neck of the woods. So, of course, there will be an investigation. And, of course, they won’t find out anything. Or try to find out anything. Like the Blastmaster said: “You want to get away with murder? Kill a rapper.”

I mean really, when the fuck do the police ever catch anyone who shot a hip-hop artist. Those fuckin’ bastards go on donut break when it comes to findin' the killer. Name one fuckin’ rapper's murder they solve! Anywhere in the country! Biggie, 2Pac, Freaky Tah, JMJ, Scott La Rock, Proof, and so on, and fuckin’ so on. I don’t think so.


But that’s okay, there’s a thing called street justice, and in my case "woods justice". What every one doesn’t know is that the suspected killer of Stack Bundles, was executed yesterday. That’s fuckin’ right. Someone put a pillow over his head, and gave him two shots to the dome. Ahh, some fuckin’ justice.


A suspect in the murder of Dipset rapper Stack Bundles was found shot to death in Queens, New York yesterday (June 18), the same day Bundles was laid to rest, after being ambushed and killed in Far Rockaway last week.

According to police, Charles White, 20, was found dead in a Queens home, with a pillow over his head, two bullet wounds to the head and one to the leg.

White was found by a friend, who had left the house, but returned to call police when he heard gunshots ringout.

White, also an aspiring rapper, was being eyed as a suspect in the murder of Stack Bundles, born Rayquon Elliott.


Now, I ain’t sayin’ the shit is right, or that revenge is a good thing, but I don’t think revenge and paying forward are the same thing. I mean someone killed Stacks, the person who killed the suspected killer paid it forward. Dividends need to be paid. Somebody’s got to pay.

But seriously. I said this is some stupid shit. There is a difference from bein’ dumb and bein' stupid. Dumb shit is when you do shit because you have no idea what the fuck you’re doin’. Stupid shit is when you do shit even though you know what will happen, but you do it anyway.
Peeps. Shootin’ each other is some stupid shit. No really. All of us know what the fuck a gun is, and what is done with it. You can play dumb… but you’re really a stupid muthafucker. Always remember, jealousy is a muthafucka. It’s worst than hate. You can hate me all you want. Just don’t be jealous. Once again, RIP STACKS BUNDLES.

Now hip-hop world has to move on from another death. Shit is ridiculous. But I think I can help a bit with that. I’m going to give everyone some advanced notice. Watch your fuckin’ camp, or you might be next. This week’s Honey Jar might help us move past the grief of another brother. It’s all new isht. From some of my favorite artists, Talib Kweli, Pharoahe Monch, and Common. So far ahead of the game. If you don’t know, now you know.


THIS WEEK"S HONEY JAR:


Pharoahe Monch-DESIRE in stores JUNE 26
Talib Kweli-EARDRUM in stores JULY 24
Common-FINDING FOREVER in stores JULY 31


UP NEXT



blog post THE WILD NECK
Posted in HIP-HOP VIDEOS on Jun 18, 2007 at 10:52 PM
Current Mood: mellow
 
Pharoahe Monch-"Body Baby'-2007-DESIRE




blog post THE WILD NECK
Posted in SATIRE on Jun 12, 2007 at 12:41 AM
Current Mood: cranky


AWW SHIT, NOT THESE BITCHES AGAIN!

     Look, I’m only saying it again, and if peeps ain’t hearing it, then I kicking ya’ll the fuck outta here.
     How come every time I come onto the ga’damn Internet, you on the Internet too. Suin’ people. Stoppin’ free expression. Threatenin’ hip-hop. Finin’ college girls.
     I like people. I use free expression. I want hip-hop. I dig college girls too.
Man, this some bearshit.

     So, if you haven’t heard, Warner Music Group is suing Imeem, claiming Imeem’s database of 16 million users are violating the copyrights of their artists, including Green Day, Madonna, and Red Hot Chili Peppers.
They have file the lawsuit in California, which is where Imeem headquarters are located.
     WMG stated:

"Imeem is no innocent infringer. It invites Imeem's millions of users to flock to its website to copy, adapt, distribute and perform unlicensed sound recordings and music videos."

     Oh shut the fuck up. The nobody on Imeem is performin’ shit. Secondly, all the music on my shit is my own. I own that shit. I bought it. If I want to take my claws and run them over every fucking Warner Music CD and case in my cave, I’ll fuckin’ do it. If me and the other bears want to play Frisbee with my Warner Music, we fuckin’ will. Once I buy the fuckin’ music, it’s mine. Don’t fucking tell me what to do with it.

     What’s with the fuckin’ RIAA. Don’t they make enough money to pay the CEO’s top fuckin’ dollar, even though they don’t do shit. You fuckin’ treat artists and fans like bearshit both, so what the fuck you want.
      RIAA eat a dick straight up. You know why? I heard some mom & pop record shops got jack just the other night for sellin’ mixtapes. The muthafuckas asked what they doin’ selling mixtapes. What the fuck you mean selling mixtapes? You gonna give them CDs. What the fuck you mean sellin’ mixtapes. Every time college kids steal one you take them to jail. People like me struggling and strivin’. People listenin’ to internet music and mixtapes at night is like committin’ piracy. So what the fuck’s next.
I’m tired of the RIAA talkin’ about music lovers are ones to hate. Bitch back up off our tips for the simple fact your on it like a gnat on a bear's dick.

     Look, mixtapes ain’t even counterfeits. They are original creations. A collage of artwork, and the artwork itself. Hip-hop has been an always been Gestalt. Don’t know what it is? Look it up. That’s somethin’ you can do besides botherin’ music lovers. Who by the way, pay your outrageous fuckin’ salaries!
     Peeps, check out this website: www.hiphopagainsttheriaa.com. It will give you more of an idea about what this bear is ragin’ about. Oh, I got use for the RIAA.

     Onto some next.
     I recently received an e-mail regarding the possibility of a well-known NY rapper who is gay, and will be coming out soon. I have been following this story, since before the e-mail, but the underground source has yet to reveal the name, but when I know you’ll know. It isn’t as if there aren’t gay rappers out there already, they just don’t get play in my cave. Yet, like I said before: Get in where you fit in. That’s all I wanted to share.
     Since I’m ragin; on the RIAA. I thought this week I’d give some honey by artists who know what it means to be jerked around by a record label, which incidentally tried to jerk the nappy once upon a time. This week’s honey jar is nothin’ but De La. They been doin’ it well for almost twenty years just to keep from gettin’ jerked. Respect the name!

The Honey Jar:

DE LA WHAT?!




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