According to the New York Post, Best Buy is being proactive in the endless uphill climb to actually sell music these days. They are planning on stocking…vinyl. That’s right, very soon DJs, producers and collectors will experience the joy of digging for records right in between the appliance section and the walk-in pit of clearance DVDs. Good for them, as the numbers on vinyl sales are one of the few reasons for optimism in the industry
Though vinyl represents less than 5 percent of Best Buy’s music sales, the format is growing while CD sales continue to shrink.
Vinyl sales grew 15 percent year-over-year in 2007 and 89 percent in 2008, making the 1.9 million vinyl albums purchased last year the most since Nielsen SoundScan began tracking sales in 1991. This year is shaping up to be even better, with 670,000 vinyl albums sold through mid-April.
By contrast, CD sales have fallen at a roughly 20 percent clip for the past few years.
Question is will we see vinyl marked down like all the other stuff at BB. Paying say $10.99 for a new record? And it comes with a free cheapo DVD featuring a music video? Worlds are getting ready to collide…
SAVE THE DATE: Inside sources confirm that this year’s City Hall Plaza Peace Fest headliners will be none other than [insert drum roll] Redman, Method Man, and Ghostface Killah. Expect more on this event, which is scheduled for August 1. I’ll update everyone when I find out who the local openers are. Until then…
Too many vultures in it
I think Nas said ‘hip-hop is dead’ cause he couldn’t see the culture in it
Too many funny clothes, too many Auto-Tunes
Too many gangsters, when they made the auto-goon
Listen boy you should play your role
Like rap don’t need a brand new De La Soul
pay homage to any emcee who paved thy road
or the big Mercedes-Benz boy won’t get drove
I say that because I be where the monsters at
I’m like ‘god damn,’ they even screwed up conscious rap
I think rap need a new PE to fight the power and be free
I try to bring the light like GE
I think we deaf dumb and we blind
and for the tenth on the time
who give a damn about our swag and our grind
why don’t you rhyme about a thought, that you had on your mind
if you an emcee let me see how you’re really designed, you know
Maybe I shouldn’t be admitting this, but this song sums up much of my feelings about the rap game right now. I’ve only played this about twice as I’m writing this, but this is one of the illest tracks I’ve heard from Styles in a minute. Y’all should already know we love Statik (pause)–one of the hardest working and most humble dudes in the business–but I’ll say it again: dude has his finger on the pulse of the East Coast hip-hop scene like few others. And yes, it’s the first track from his third-in-as-many-years album, appropriately titled The Hangover. JTTS approved like a mu’fucka.
LISTEN: Statik Selektah x Styles P x Talib Kweli – The Thrill is Gone
Let’s be honest here: as much as I and my tattooed fellow bloggers love the Wu, there isn’t anywhere else for them to go. Anyone who had the chance to see the GZA perform in Boston two weeks ago (imagine GZA unknowingly turned loose at the ESPN Zone in Times Square) knows what I’m talking about. The iron flag has flown strong and had its day, and I would gladly listen to the Clan perform pre-2003 tracks until the roof came down, but it’s a tough sell to believe these mid-30s rappers still have something left in the tank that will blow us away like the old stuff.
But when your old stuff is so good, it’s easy (and permissible) to keep decade-old tracks in rotation for this long. Case in point: the El Michels Affair, whose new disc Enter the 37th Chamber rehashes the dirty funk and cheesy kung-fu samples from the Wu’s original classic album like you’ve never heard them before. The beats that were so dark and crackling with static come alive; “Protect Ya Neck” pulses under the simple repeated bass line while horns jab in and out, while “Can It Be All So Simple” uses a slow organ groove to get back to the good old days. Besides being both a must-hear for Wu heads, it’s also simply a badass funk album. It’s amazing how easily and how well these tracks translate into live-band versions.
More than anything, RZA should bless El Michels Affair with some cream (NO homo) for finding another way to revive the old Wu classics. If this catches on maybe we can look forward to a complete instrumental version of U-God‘s Kid with the Golden Arms. I trust these guys could make it sound good.
LISTEN: El Michels Affair x Wu-Tang- Bring da Ruckus
On the morning of April 25th, 2009, Bea Arthur passed away in her Los Angeles home; she was suffering from cancer. If you don’t know, Bea was the baddest bitch on the Golden Girls, which is like being the most “Down” (hip hop meaning) in a group of Down Syndrome kids (funny pun). Our hearts go out to her friends and family. JTTS is mourning.
So – I’m going through Twitter looking for people to follow (like I do on the street), and I stumbled on Matisyahu‘s profile. Now – I like the guy’s music enough to get over him being a conservative religious dude who breaks tradition when his career calls for it, but this might be a bit much (not like I think orthodox Jewish people aren’t supposed to use cell phones, but on sheer principle). I suppose there will be no Saturday updates.
Y’all (should) already know about this cat. We dropped M-Dot’s latest video featuring Krumbsnatcha a short while ago and the response was emphatic, like a bunch of nerds when Wolverine got leaked on the Internet (sorry, I needed a reference for the picture). Thankfully, Dot has hooked up JTTS with a re-up: this time it’s a track off his forthcoming mixtape M.oney D.oesn’t O.wn T.hought. Explizit One handles the work behind the boards, Singapore Kane and Trademarc (of East Coast Avengers) contribute with verses, and as Hov would say, “We got another one!!”
LISTEN: M-Dot x Singapore Kane x Trademarc- You Won’t Get It (prod. by Explizit One)
Here’s how to familiarize yourself with the evolution of subterranean Los Angeles hip-hop. First watch This Is the Life(Passion River) — a new DVD documentary spotlighting the Thursday open mic nights that animated South Central’s Good Life Café in the early-to-mid 1990s. Then, once you feel the groove, sit back and crack The Real Hip-Hop: Battling for Knowledge, Power and Respect in the LA Underground(Duke University Press), from Harvard hip-hop professor Marcyliena Morgan. Although the former might inspire you to grip a hairbrush and spit your best battle rhymes into a bathroom mirror, the latter lends historical perspective to a quintessential rap subculture, and picks the mic up where the movie left it.
First, some brief history. In 1989 a California woman named B. Hall volunteered to chaperone a weekly hip-hop workshop at the Good Life Café — a holistic natural food store that I’m assuming few rappers frequented before they installed a stage and sound system. At the urging of her son, R. Kain Blaze, who was heavy on the local rap scene, Hall managed the recurring booze, drug, and profanity-free event. Together, the mother and son built a field of dreams. Eager to express themselves via hip-hop — and, more specifically, via styles that vastly differed from commercial “gangsta” rap — MCs flocked for the opportunity to entertain.
Surely most of you have seen this by now. At least that’s the impression I get around here – that you’re the type of cats who run to Google every time you get a Doom-related Twitter update .
That said; I thought I’d post this Kurious Jorge-MC Serch-MF Doom video for “Benneton” just to provoke that always-so-fun question: Is this really Doom? Anyone got evidence one way or the other? I’m not well-trained on the topic, but I’m sure there are lots of self-appointed experts out there.
Also – in case you think I’m a complete moron – I’M WELL AWARE THAT DOOM SPIT THE VOCALS. What I’m asking here is if they just got a fat guy and a mask to play him in the flick. Oh – and yes – I am aware that I’ve played into Doom’s nefarious master publicity plan.
Dark Man X will reportedly join the cast of VH1’s “Celebrity Rehab” once his stint for drug and animal cruelty charges in Arizona is up, according to the New York Post. In other words, for once, this show will be worth watching. Seeing distinguished gray Dr. Drew crumble to dust under X’s steely gaze will be one of the only reasons to check for the third season of this infinitely funny/depressing show. How do you rehab somebody who speaks directly with God, who tells him to abuse animals? How do you get through to someone who can convince himself he’s a federal agent at a moment’s notice? Stay tuned.