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Sunrise: July 27, 1985
Sunset: February 22, 2022
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This has to be in contention
Um, duh? If you can't see where you veered right when you should've made a hard left I dunno what to tell you. It's a cultural difference. If we don't like something we politely decline or scroll past, we don't say anything especially if we aren't the target audience. The comment section for heavy metal or country music videos isn't full of black people going "UGH WHAT IS THIS NOISE" "WHERE DA BEAT AT YO" "THIS MUSIC IS REALLY DEPRESSING" yet almost every rap video has a group of white guys high-fiving each other in the comments while insulting the genre. as a friend i'm obligated to inform you that this trend doesn't do favors for the likability of your demographic which, as it stands, seems to be at critical levels with a lot of people.
But c'est la vie. you and i were overdue for a quarrel we've never gotten along for this amount of time.

The Birth of Heavy Metal
Just as physicists point to the Big Bang as the origin of our universe, so too can we pinpoint the exact moment and location when heavy metal burst forth onto the scene. That place and time? England’s West Midlands, Birmingham to be exact, in 1968. What happens when you have a generation come of age in an economically depressed industrial town during an era of lost innocence? Well, Black Sabbath happens. The quartet forged a sound that recalled the clamor of the steel mills that dominated landscape of their hometown. In the process, they unleashed a sonic revolution. Compared to the hard rock acts of the late 1960's, Sabbath's compositions and performances were minimalistic in form and execution. Yet, what they lacked in complexity, Black Sabbath compensated for in terms of power and intensity. Nevertheless, Black Sabbath set the standard as the first proper heavy metal band.
With the musical foundation laid by Black Sabbath and Deep Purple, it was only a matter of time before someone synthesized heavy metal into a complete and proper ethos. Enter Judas Priest. Like Black Sabbath before them, Judas Priest hailed from Birmingham and sounded every bit the part. Featuring the twin-guitar attack of Glenn Tipton and K.K. Downing as well as the unworldly vocal ability of Rob Halford, Judas Priest ushered heavy metal into uncharted territory. Capitalizing on their unique talents, Priest ushered in an era of heavy metal that was at once highly rhythmic and melodic that interchanged between breakneck and more reserved tempos (sometimes within one song). However, the lasting legacy of Judas Priest was the introduction of the indelible image of heavy metal: leather and studs. Co-opted from London’s Soho gay club scene, Rob Halford (who is openly gay) incorporated the fashion into Priest’s stage show in the late 1970s. No one could anticipate at the time that the look would become synonymous with heavy metal. Nevertheless, heavy metal now had a look that matched the power and intensity of its sound.
How strange! I played it backwards, and it became a Tedtalk about the uses of yttrium. One of those YMMV things, I guess.I hate to be the bearer of bad news but this is a legit freestyle, he was a guest on a popular radio station that regularly features upandcoming artists. on a brighter note if you listen to the freestyle backwards it's a recipe for strawberry cream cheese streudel.
Well then, I guess I shouldn't be expecting you to be one of the small crew providing a bukkake session, then.That was actually impressive. The likeness was spot-on. Perfect diction. Each syllable was pronounced. I could tell what the words were. Standing O. By standing O I mean standing orgasm which for some reason is extremely difficult for me to achieve. Gotta be on all fours, straddling or laying flat. Videos of guys standing up cumming are like watching a star being born.
Rickrock, is this a challenge, a dare? I guarantee that I can post a song that's a lot worse. TRUST ME. (Those words are usually used disingenuously. No, when I say "Trust me," I actually MEAN it.)That song was probably the worst song I ever heard and I have lived long enough to have heard quite a few songs. Of course that makes me old.
So good to see you here, Edd! Thank you for a fun and educational post. And, talking to you today - that was great, and I can't claim today to be a "wasted day" because I definitely learned some stuff.My respect for Peter [Rosenberg] grew after that because he went national on talk radio and television to spread the word that "The Ladies of Hip Hop" are at the top of their game, and are the key to mainstream success.
But there's no denying, Peter is a dick
Just because...well, because I talked to Edd and he told me about this thread. (I'm a poet, and I know it. So are the rappers, lol lol.) No, I'm tethered in Chicago for probably at least five weeks yet, other than (probably) two routine downstate trips yet to come. (The second trip may actually BECOME the first leg of a massive trip...which could even put me in your territory. I'd enjoy meeting you, man.)Sir Franklin Frankfurt III to what do we owe the grace of your presence this evening, I take it you're not on the road? And how precisely is it that you make me smile simply by showing up and being you? Hugs brother
Just because...well, because I talked to Edd and he told me about this thread. (I'm a poet, and I know it. So are the rappers, lol lol.) No, I'm tethered in Chicago for probably at least five weeks yet, other than (probably) two routine downstate trips yet to come. (The second trip may actually BECOME the first leg of a massive trip...which could even put me in your territory. I'd enjoy meeting you, man.)
As you know, I'm generally not in HT all that much., You've seen me doing politics much more often...OH, and some hugs back at'cha - there's enough for you to save some AND pay some others forward!
so he's the guy who usurped our art and sold it to corporate america? i remember clear as day no one wanted to touch hip hop in the early days, now you got guys rappin in commercials about mcnuggets and laundry detergent. it's like a friend who won the lottery and is suddenly too busy hanging with celebrities to take your call. that guy might've single-handedly destroyed rap. if wypipo didn't know how profitable it was it would still be ours.video is bookmarked, i'm spending some quality time with the tv at the moment.
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so he's the guy who usurped our art and sold it to corporate america? i remember clear as day no one wanted to touch hip hop in the early days, now you got guys rappin in commercials about mcnuggets and laundry detergent. it's like a friend who won the lottery and is suddenly too busy hanging with celebrities to take your call. that guy might've single-handedly destroyed rap. if wypipo didn't know how profitable it was it would still be ours.video is bookmarked, i'm spending some quality time with the tv at the moment.
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Didn't any of the early rappers go the DIY route? It worked for a good fourteen years for the punks. Any band that signed to a major label in the 80's was looked down upon, eviscerated by critics, and lost a chunk of their fan base. The record company execs, with their shiny bald heads and heart attack bellies, tried to appropriate what they could, but most all the time all they got was a wimpy new wave act or a vulgar condemnation in the form of a 90 second b-side track.
Then came the 90's. Between Nirvana and the appearance of white boys driving around in their daddy's car blasting rap while the scent of ivory soap waifed off their soft skin, not just punk but all rock was effectively dead.
Money. Always. Wins.
Different dynamics. The white bands probably came mostly from the suburbs, music was a hobby for them, for rappers living in poverty a record deal, like a sports contract, was dangled over their heads like a steak as a ticket out of an environment most Americans don't even feel comfortable driving through. It's complicated because technically these are sellouts, they handed our culture to a racist institution on a silver platter, but I can't hold it against them that they did what they had to do to make sure their kids don't grow up ducking gunshots on the way to the bus stop. I can't say I wouldn't have done the same if we didn't escape the ghetto when I was a toddler.
Through redlining job discrimination Jim Crow and domestic terrorism we were coralled into the ghettoes and before the dust settled and we could figure a way out of the hole we were placed in, shiny towncars showed up scouting our neighborhoods for people willing to get rich by glorifying and romanticizing this environment (THAT is going into my deepthought notebook). A lot of the (homo) thug rap from Atlanta is from affluent blacks who marketed themselves as "got it out the mud" working class but they grew up in gated communities and walked right through the door into Hollywood cuz their parents could afford studio time and fancy equipment and had connections to the industry.
That's what fascinates me about all music.
I love the artistry of music, but it's the business of music that brings new artists to my attention.
There are great musicians who are happy to only perform for friends and families, no interest in becoming "famous".
But here's the old problem, do you like living in a house, or in your car? Do you have a car?
Sooner or later music talent is called upon to pay the bills - or you may end up living-off friends and families!
Was this still in Chicago-or-suburbs, or had your family already moved entirely away from Illinois? Because you say that you had left the ghetto even before pre-K, I'm curious...do you have any memory of it at all? I don't even necessarily mean the neighborhood itself...you might have memories of something like a scary basement, or a nice cat that died while you were still there, or some really fun place you'd be taken to that had yummy hot dogs and ice cream.by pre-k we lived in a neighborhood where nobody locked doors, I had both parents and the fridge was never empty, as kids we just went outside and roamed the neighborhood til whenever cuz there were no gangs or drug dealers/addicts. Art was a hobby for me because we survived regardless.
Was this still in Chicago-or-suburbs, or had your family already moved entirely away from Illinois? Because you say that you had left the ghetto even before pre-K, I'm curious...do you have any memory of it at all? I don't even necessarily mean the neighborhood itself...you might have memories of something like a scary basement, or a nice cat that died while you were still there, or some really fun place you'd be taken to that had yummy hot dogs and ice cream.
I have few event memories before I was seven years old, but before that I remember PLENTY of music! I can still remember the approximate layout of the place that we moved out of, just barely after I turned seven, including the coal bin* in front next to the sidewalk. Yeah, we used to burn ROCKS to heat the place...
*Oops, my age is showing, lol.
