First of all, the nigga got three letters for a name. Do you have three letters for a name? Wouldn't you feel like there's some letters missing? Not DMX. This is the man who once caused a three-car accident - with one of 'em being a patrol car - and it never fazed him. Because he still makes good records. But forget all that - what's my man's latest, greatest, Triumph Of The Will?
Getting caught running around - with no draws on - in a hotel.
So it's Saturday night, and I'm totally chill after a day of sleeping and blogging, sleeping and blogging. Nothing else - I didn't do another damn thing all day. I barely even ate. (It gets like that when I can't get my "homeopathic" divorce out of my mind.) Anyway, I decided to see what's going on with a bunch of sites I don't visit as often: you know, sites by my friends and stuff, when I ran across this hilarious interview on the blog of (my friend who's grown to hate my conservatism) Ernest Hardy. It's with the crazy-assed rapper, DMX, and it just cracked me up! Check this shit out:
Are you following the presidential race?
Not at all.
You’re not? You know there’s a Black guy running, Barack Obama and then there’s Hillary Clinton.
His name is Barack?!
Barack Obama, yeah.
Barack?!
Barack.
What the fuck is a Barack?! Barack Obama. Where he from, Africa?
Yeah, his dad is from Kenya.
Barack Obama?
Yeah.
What the fuck?! That ain’t no fuckin’ name, yo. That ain’t that nigga’s name. You can’t be serious. Barack Obama. Get the fuck outta here.
You’re telling me you haven’t heard about him before.
I ain’t really paying much attention.
I mean, it’s pretty big if a Black…
Wow, Barack! The nigga’s name is Barack. Barack? Nigga named Barack Obama. What the fuck, man?! Is he serious? That ain’t his fuckin’ name. Ima tell this nigga when I see him, “Stop that bullshit. Stop that bullshit” [laughs] “That ain’t your fuckin’ name.” Your momma ain’t name you no damn Barack.
So you’re not following the race. You can’t vote right?
Nope.
Is that why you’re not following it?
No, because it’s just—it doesn’t matter. They’re gonna do what they’re gonna do. It doesn’t really make a difference. These are the last years.
O.K., I'll stop there. Anytime somebody goes into that stupid "end times" bullshit they've basically put dibs on the title of "crazy" and lose me. Not that I thought DMX was sane anyway (I can barely listen to his shit) but that portion of the interview was classic:
See, if black people weren't bullshitting this election, that's how they'd all be reacting to Obama. With a name like that, and one look at what the "community organizer" has actually done for black people, and he'd be locked out. But they're buying the bullshit, and are totally down now, just waiting to suffer the inevitable loss to come - which they'll blame on white people - because white people were actually paying attention. Crazy shit.
But so it goes in America: land of the don't-want-to-be free and home of the mental slaves - forever.
So fuck it. I'm depressed anyway. Play on, brothers: I'm going back to sleep. See y'all tomorrow.
The leaders of conservatism, or the blogosphere - which is even worse. There is no one reading this, if they've been with TMR a while, who can or will say that.
“It’s going to be a place on Earth that becomes a sacred space for growth and development. The people who need love will end up here. We want the world to be a part of this. It’s not a secret journey, but you still have to go on that journey to get here.”
If you need a refresher before you take off, here's more on how we got here from wherever there was:
“In the United States, similar elite lobbying efforts to institutionalise nonsense were firmly launched in 1991 (a couple of years before the Prince formed the Foundation for Integrated Health) when the Senate Appropriations Committee -- which is responsible for funding the National Institutes of Health (NIH) -- set in motion a chain of events that led to the formation of the Office of Alternative Medicine. The 'prime mover' behind this momentous turn of events was Appropriations Committee chair, Tom Harkin, a Democrat from Iowa, who 'had been urged to take this legislative step by two constituents, Berkley Bedell and Frank Wiewel.' All three men having personally witnessed the alleged curative power of alternative medicine, and were therefore keen to use their political clout to advance their wacky personal beliefs.
So it was that a Congressional mandate forced mysticism upon the very heart of the medical establishment, with initial members of the Office of Alternative Medicine's advisory panel including best-selling New Age authors Deepak Chopra and Bernie Siegel, not to mention Bedell and Wiewel. Unfortunately the Office of Alternative Medicine has gone from strength-to-strength, and in 1999 was re-established as a full NIH center known as the National Center for Complementary and Alternative Medicine (NCCAM). This is not, however, to say that they have done anything useful (yet), other than prove that the utility of alternative therapies have no material basis. On this matter a recent study actually demonstrated that after distributing some $2 billion of funding the Center had made 'no discoveries in alternative medicine that would justify the current annual expenditure of $134 million' to maintain its existence.”
Speaking of things we can get rid of, I don't see how Peggy Noonan's winning anything (except in the Charlie Sheen sense) but everything else seems accurate:
"What’s strange about the column is that Noonan somehow takes the evident toll of the allegations against the IRS as proof that the Obama administration has gotten away with something: that this was a real and damaging scandal that is being dismissed by the media as overhyped. But what she is describing is in fact proof of the exact opposite: the allegations have taken a great toll on the agency (and, polls suggest, on Obama himself) precisely because they were overhyped and not dismissed by the media. In other words, Peggy Noonan won. She just doesn’t seem able or willing to admit it.
The fact is, the more we learn about the scandal, the more egregiously and irresponsibly overwrought the initial coverage of it appears."
Fuck Peggy. I've got my own problems. One of 'em is everybody needs to grow up. Here's but one of the topics I'm struggling with - and, I think, the fact I so rarely see it addressed can have multiple meanings, good and bad:
"Where is the diversity of popular voices in Rap that give voice to being/acting like an adult? Perhaps I’m asking for too much. Maybe Rap is supposed to stay young—it’s a youth movement. Maybe I’m supposed to outgrow Rap as an art form while maintaining my love for Hip-Hop culture. I refuse to believe that’s true, though. But is Rap ready for the “' take care of my family and it’s difficult at times/I’m trying to pay my bills while simultaneously writing these rhymes'” record?"
“Hip hop star DMX was arrested for driving under the influence in South Carolina this past week. Despite attempts by the rapper's publicist to deny reports of his arrest, it has been confirmed that X reportedly failed a sobriety test after being stopped by state troopers on July 25th.
The South Carolina Highway Patrol told HipHipWired that DMX was arrested after being identified as a "possible DUI driver" in a 1978 Plymouth station wagon and was stopped for driving erratically. He failed a field sobriety test. He was also charged with not having a driver's license and not wearing a seat belt.
Footage also surfaced of the arrest.”
I can't wait. Just as I can't wait for a new book out with a very provocative title:
“My Life in a Love Cult: A Warning to All Young Girls, My True Life Story by Marion Dockerill, High Priestess of Oom, 1928.”
1928? Wow. She was obviously a member of the NEW NewAge,...
We really don't know what to say about this, considering the whole everybody-played-for-Gaddafi thing, except that, if Yoshi's Jazz club in San Francisco is still planning on finally hosting Rap concerts (something they never even considered when we were performing with our buddy, Kevin Carnes, and The Broun Fellinis) they'd better move the tables further away from the stage.
"I had to hold my head down and could not make contact withthe white masters.I heard the instructor ask kids behind me to open their mouths so their teeth could be checked. Some were asked to jump up and down."
The loyalty blacks have to their church also has proven costly, said officials at Faith Communities Today, a nonprofit based in Hartford, Conn.
A 2013 study revealed that black churches have collected more than $420 billion in tithes and donations nationwide since 1980, an average of $252 million a week.
“What people fail to see and understand is that, the church pastors aren’t waiting for miracles to fund their lifestyles,they don’t have to pray,day in and day out, to make their ends meet,” said Northwest resident and author, Byron Woulard.
“They are getting rich off God, not from God,” he said.
So this friend of mine has been telling me about Soundcloud and saying I should forget MySpace - Soundcloud's waaay easier to deal with. And now that I've been there and signed up, I have to admit, I think he's right.
Here's the first track I've uploaded, and what I like is the portability: I can actually put the track here, or email it to others - or whatever I want to do with it - which beats MySpace because all I can do there is upload them, and (to be honest) their site sucks to maneuver through and deal with.
Now I have to see if they allow for continuous playlists. If so, i'll be able to let you hear whole albums (which is what I'm into making) instead of just individual tracks. Anyway, here's the song and the lyrics below (for those who haven't heard it) and I hope you like it and even pass it around. Let me know if you do, or even if you don't:
Y'all niggas out there listening to other niggas y'all done finally figured out them motherfuckers ain't nothing but doorstops and sugar, huh? Now your dumb asses need to be re-educated on the motherfucking basis that you know you done shoved your mind full of boogers now
Oh no, you can't be left alone the trust is gone The rolling stone is the only thing that's left to love you let me hug you I'm just gonna run my mouth and we gonna stay right here in the house with the blinds down low and the helicopters flying above you:
A friend with weed is a friend indeed but a friend with crack is better! We can rap all night (Oh yea) we can rap all night (repeat)
I ain't 50 Cent: never been shot I ain't Eminem: no longer hot I ain't Dr. Dre: where they think I'm gay I ain't Lil' Jon: wicked ugly I ain't Lil' Kim: ain't going to jail I ain't P. Diddy: ain't going to hell I ain't Ice-T: wanna be a pimp? I ain't Jay-Z: talking about retirement I ain't Busta Rhymes: always showing off I ain't Easy E: dying with a cough I ain't Cee-Lo: where did he go? I ain't Kurtis Blow: breaking at 44 I ain't G-Unit: but, then, I ain't tripping I ain't Dead Prez: still politicing Man, I ain't Xzibit: on MTV I ain't Talib Kweli, Fool - Crack Emcee! (Chorus)
I'm the one that gets high, then I want to do it, again [High on drugs] Whenever it's almost light, I want a night with no end [High on drugs] If I can just get a ride, we'll go to your ATM [High on drugs] Because I'm the one that got high, then I want to do it, again [High on drugs]
I ain't D12: I make real bands Man, I ain't Common: never could have been I ain't Fat Joe: because I ain't fat I ain't Fat Lip: can't explain that Man, I ain't The Firm: but, then, I ain't cold I ain't the Beastie Boys: but, then, I ain't old I ain't Wu-Tang: think I'm writing books I ain't R. Kelly: getting dirty looks I ain't The Geto Boyz: because my mind's O.K. I ain't Ice Cube or The House Of Pain I ain't Kenye: never been to college I ain't K.R.S.: ain't claiming knowledge I ain't O.D.B.: because I'm still alive I ain't DMX: because I can drive Man, I ain't Xzibit: on MTV I ain't Talib Kweli, Fool - Crack Emcee! (Chorus)
[Sample:] "Have you forgotten, that once we were brought here, we were robbed of our names, robbed of our language - we lost our religion, our culture, our god - and many of us, by the way we act, we even lost our mind,..."
I ain't E-40: talking crazy talk I ain't Mystikal: walking that perp (pervert) walk I ain't Wyclef Jean: playing on everything I ain't Nate Dogg: always trying to sing Man, I ain't N.E.R.D.: no longer heard I ain't Beanie Seagel: kicked to the curb I ain't Snoop Dogg: got more than one style I ain't US3: with Jazz with a smile I ain't OutKast: never been pretentious Or Grandmaster Flash: think that heaven sent us Man, I ain't Missy: because I ain't a slut I ain't A Tribe Called Qwest or The Beatnuts I ain't Tupac: don't think I'm all that I ain't Kool G Rap: with my career all flat Man, I ain't Xzibit: on MTV I ain't Talib Kweli, Fool - Crack Emcee! (Chorus)
