vendredi, septembre 30, 2005

Pute, Asseyez-Vous

It's time to call the kettle black

I wasn't even gonna blog today but I just listened to this song courtesy of Ian @ Different Kitchen. I can't front if I was 18 and in ATL at an AUC party or basking in the sunshine of Lower Manley on a fall friday afternoon or at Kaya (now Vision) on a Sat eve. I'd bounce to this but...
When I was a child, I spoke as a child, I felt as a child, I thought as a child. Now that I have become an adult, I have put away childish things.
By 20 I had basically put away childish things. Mostly. I used to run off at the mouth about errybody and people fucking loved me for it. But then I was like, "this shit is foul; I'm moving on." I used to bounce to songs like this then I was like, "this shit is self-annihilating; I'm moving on" (except if "Ain't No Fun" came on during the old school set at the club 'cause it has sentimental value in that it's the sound of '93 and '93 was very good year though not as good as '95, word to L-boogaloo). I used to run with fun-loving shade sheisters, I used to spend all my cash at Phipps, Lenox and Wish or Mango if I was in Paris or Otto Tootsi Plohound, Transit, and Atrium if I was in NYC or Zebra Club if I was in Seattle but then I was like "this is foolish" and I moved on to running my Gold Amex* up at aforementioned stores. (Real money is for bills. I realize this now that I have them.) After life + Dr. Stanley + the professor of Hip Hop and The African American Experience class at Morehouse + Feminism + good ole conversation + research on fellow AUC'ers + Spelman sisterhood + ADW + everything my mama and the village done taught me I awakened me to the error of my ways. Me, Malika, and Danielle started awakening our peers and lil' bros and sisters from ATL to Arkansas to 106th & Park about the errors of our collective ways. Not laying blame but taking ownersip (errors are part of life; stubbornly refusing to correct them is death) and stating plain facts. Just the act of reading a lyric divorced from its so seductive beat is enough for a lot of people but we did much more: "This is how it is. How does this make you feel? Think about it." No editorializing. Demystifying stats on violence against women in the teen demographic and their relationship to muse sick-n-hour mess age. Put some lyrics on lynching over that "Oochie Wally"** beat. See if you'll dance (in about two seconds the answer will be a Jigga tongue rolled "Yep!"). Anyway we've moved on left the Spelman womb, the umbilical cord to "you can do it" and "love is the message" cut. "Hoe Sit Down?" It's funny in a "this nigga is foolish" type way. I loved CR's "Get Lower" till Moya informed me it was on Crunk Juice and not just interludes on his instant classic Never Scared album and I know Lil' Jon's consumers don't get it. "Hoe Sit Down?" Nigga please. Shut the fuck up.
Get a job and get your ass in somebody's university
And roll your youngun in a nursery
Yes we extracted com's lyric from sexist context and used for our aims. I've been waiting since 1996 for the appropriate moment to use this line so thank you Maceo.

*Black Card will come eventually.
**I liked "Oochie Wally" for about two weeks.
Nota Bene: I know in this song he says "hoe not in the sense of havin a pussy but a pussy havin no God damn sense" which is still sexist but baby steps, mufuhs, baby steps