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Post by Admin on Apr 30, 2013 13:30:03 GMT -5
Drop City Yacht Club
From the Crickets album.
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Post by Admin on May 18, 2013 8:56:20 GMT -5
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Post by Admin on Feb 19, 2014 14:34:34 GMT -5
Monster - eminem and Rhianna
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Post by Admin on Feb 24, 2014 15:43:03 GMT -5
Schoolboy Q - Collard Greens
NOTE: EXPLICIT LANGUAGE
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Post by Admin on Feb 25, 2014 15:40:34 GMT -5
LL Cool J
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Post by Admin on Mar 10, 2014 11:44:47 GMT -5
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Post by steve on Mar 19, 2014 16:48:50 GMT -5
I am not listening to any rap and expect that to remain the case for some while.
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Post by Admin on Mar 20, 2014 21:26:11 GMT -5
What Steve, not even J Lo singing "I Luh You Papi"?
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Post by steve on Mar 24, 2014 15:26:37 GMT -5
No Jim, I am probably closing my mind to some talented people I am quite able to admit- but it is those drum machines and nursery rhyme type riffs that seem to infest the tracks. I am clearly not an expert and its probably better that I say nothing. Mind you, I am the same with Polka music- best avoided in my opinion.
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Post by dadfad on Mar 25, 2014 8:53:45 GMT -5
Like Steve, I dismiss rap (and hip-hop in general) as non-music. I'm not worried about missing any "talented people" who may be out there (if there are any). I don't consider a turn-table an instrument, nor electronically looping the riffs of another, and speaking in rapid-fire rhymes isn't singing (i/m/o). And so (to me) it's non-music. (At least the old beat-poets and Black barroom toasters to Dolemite or the Signifyin' Monkey didn't consider their art-forms as music.)
While happy obnoxious drunks at club-gigs repeatedly calling out requests for tunes that are over-played cliches, just plain bad or nowhere near the genre your playing have remained pretty much the same over the decades, their request-repertoire changes with the times. It went from "Wipeout" and "Louie Louie" to "Stairway to Heaven" to "Freebird" or "Tears in Heaven" but in the late 80s/early 90s it began to include calls for Public Enemy, MC Hammer, Beastie Boys, etc, etc.
The last electric band I played with regularly was a bluesband that did mainly old-school Chicago-style blues with an occasional Stevie Ray Vaugn, George Thorogood or Roy Buchanan thrown in. In keeping with our belief that "We aim to please" (even the obnoxious drunks!) over the years we'd come up with our own tongue-in-cheekish versions of "drunk requests." Like an extremely heavy-blues version of "Louie Louie," a sickeningly-sweet overplayed tune we called "Stairway to Freebird in Heaven," and then finally a rap of sorts.
None of us guys liked rap (our band was two Black and two White older guys) and tried to ignore drunks wanting some rap, but one night this drunk was ridiculously insistant... "Dooo sum rap... Dooo sum rap..." And so, kiddingly I started messing around doing some "scritchy-scratches" with a pick on the windings of my strings, and then our bassman got into some appropriately-spaced boink-a-boink thumps, the drummer then adding some beat-beats, etc. I reached over and turned up the reverb on the vocal PA to an echo level and then pick-scratch-zoomed into an improvised rap-line. It worked. The audience cracked up, the drunk was satifsied, we all (the band members) laughed. And then we went back to our blues set-list.
We always taped our gigs to go over later. Listening to that night's tape, we decided our "rap" worked out so well we'd make it a "keeper" and add it to our "Heavy Louie-Louie" and "Stairway to Freebird" status. So we arranged and worked out all the scrtichy-scratches, boink-a-boings and beats a bit, the other guys even chiming in behind me on the "key words" of the "rap" if you know what I mean.
Over a couple of years we did it dozens of times, usually for drunks, but it got so that sometimes even regulars at a club we were the house-band for started asking for it once in awhile, more or less as a joke. And so we'd do it, and everybody would crack up and cheer, etc. (A good time had by all!)
I've still got the "lyrics" (I guess you could call them!) saved. I'll copy them below. Use your imagination to fill in the zooming ins and outs, the "scritchy-scratches," the boink-a-boinks, beat-beats and the chiming-in vocals. But here it is...
The Old-Coots' Rap (as perfomed circ. 1989-90 by The Mojo Shadow Band)
(Using wound-string pick ascensions and descensions)
Screeeeeeeeeeeeetch (scritchy-scratch scritchy-scratch)
Screeetch (scritchy-scratch scritchy-scratch)
(Adding bass-boinks, then drums...)
Screeetch (scritchy-scratch scritchy-scratch)
Bump-bum...
Screeetch (scritchy-scratch scritchy-scratch)
Bump-bum...
Screeetch (scritchy-scratch scritchy-scratch)
Bump-bum...
Zzzzzzzzzzzzrrrrrrrcchhhhhhhhhhhhh..........
Zhhhooooooooooooommm, -a-Bamm-Bamm.....
(...into...)
Hey, home-boy Whazzup wit chew? Dizzig that crizz-ap yo' listnin' too. It's shizzit, its sizzad. It ain't no good. It's noise pollution in the neighborhood.
Don't care if I try to listen intently I still say that it ain't no Bentley. It's still jus' disco, like San Francisco. Don't care if you bread it an' fry it in Crisco. Or talk yo' stuff like yo' big an' tuff. Just dance-beat jive, an' I had enuff.
So take sum advice from D-fad Master Grab that Gibson or Telecaster It's dusty, it's rusty, it's worse than musty. Like Ludwig said to ol' Tchaikovsky Blow off the cobwebs Don' cha hear the news? The world still rocks to the muthafukkin Blues
(and into a brief fairly driving rhythm like a Hootchie Cootchie stop-time or heavy 4-2 call-and-response)
Instrum. lead...
(fade...)
(drum-crash)
(Yazz. yazz... Indeed it does.............)
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Post by steve on Mar 26, 2014 15:39:47 GMT -5
Now that is bloody funny- well said that man. I'd loved to have seen that.
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Post by celeste on May 10, 2014 18:08:05 GMT -5
My husband said that he fully understands rap. You just turn on a drum machine and cuss.
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Post by rene on May 11, 2014 23:35:01 GMT -5
I don't listen to any rap or hip hop either, but I can stand a little in a soul, blues, or rhythm & blues song. In the week that just ended, I must have heard some rap in 2 or 3 CDs I have listened to, namely Frank Zappa in the 80's and Steve Gibson & The Red Caps as early as 1943 (the introduction to their song Mama Put Your Britches On is nothing but what they call rap these days!)
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Post by thetrue on Jun 20, 2017 20:14:19 GMT -5
Mostly are coming from 90s like Back That Thang Up and I will be missing you.
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Post by JamesP on Jun 28, 2018 14:17:16 GMT -5
Only because my son wanted to listen
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