Archive for March, 2015

The Gooch Has Gone Digital

Posted in Trending with tags , , on March 16, 2015 by geniusscribbleink


I have zero qualms about dating myself in any facet of my bantering, whether mindless or with the intent to thought provoke. In fact I enjoy being that LP that resonates that grainy feedback from dust once the Technic 1210s needle (weighed down by a quarter) eases its way into the vinyl grooves and pitches that organic, musical Rembrandt throughout a speaker system. Yes I know we are in a Serato era of djaying and I have a profound respect for evolution, however I am a traditionalist who has an even greater respect for the process which leads to the eventual renaissance. Traditional versus modern; there is no right or wrong either way you choose as it is indeed about personal preference. The newfangled, in my opinion, keeps the world spinning on its proverbial axis, giving birth to an untapped realm or a new dimension. If one was to take this statement of mine verbatim, they would probably say it sounds like I am channeling my inner Spock and joining the Enterprise. Ok let me dispel one thing, I’m a not a Treky; I am a Jedi and I enjoy destroying Sith Lords with cool light sabers and hanging out with bad-asteroid Wookies who take pleasure in avoiding relentless bounty hunters and overthrowing the Evil Empire (just in case you were wondering). Needless to say, I drink my beer out of the bottle and not a frosty glass, I take my truth straight up with no chaser and low and behold, I don’t like my “gangster” in digital form. There was a term we use to utilize called “taking it to the streets”, except nowadays that so-called “street” is on the Informational Highway instead of a true interstate. Today when people have issues, they voice it in the form of 250 characters over some social media outlet, which in turn, makes them look like some buffoonish “character” in of itself. I call them keyboard thugs or internet terrorist, whose cowardice behavior has become far more destructive and egregious than any face to face argument I’ve ever witnessed over my life span. That behavior is equivalent to guy/gal who would pick a fight after school, but recruits others to get involved, only to never actually fight themselves. Save the “digital shots fired” for Call Of Duty and stop trolling media sites with the intent of being the digital version of “The Gooch” who was provoking supposed fear but was hidden behind the scenes off camera never to be seen or heard from ever. The difference between life and death is in the power of the tongue they say, however, in this new climate, a few “characters” typing the wrong “characters” can insight riotous and belligerent discord that can send a powerful and emotional shockwave that is both unimaginable and un-retractable. I too enjoy certain ramblings on the media, as the Funkmaster Flex and Jay-Z “beef” was what inspired this blog entry. However when you examine it at its core, this was an argument between to grown men over a digital app and the use of uppercase on a three-letter word “HOV”. There is power in expression and in words. Perhaps this is one of the reasons I enjoy writing. I just have to make sure that I am cognizant of the CAP LOCK button. There is something misguided about adults who engage in childish behavior in an attempt to gain adult type respect. Also, there is no such thing as a digital thug so put the keyboard. In the words of Christopher Wallace “invisible bully…like The Gooch disappear…vamoose, you’re wack to me…take them rhymes back to the factory” #what you talking bout Willis?

Hip Hop: No Life After Death

Posted in Music with tags , , , , on March 9, 2015 by geniusscribbleink


“You’re Nobody (Til Somebody Kills You)” is the final track on the epic dual CD, Life After Death, that was articulated by what many deem as the greatest lyricist of all time, Christopher “Biggie Smalls” Wallace. It would prove to be eerily prophetic, as this masterful dual CD would in fact be the last studio album from Christopher Wallace, as he would be gunned down by unknown assailants a few weeks prior to the album’s formal release. Needless to say, Christopher Wallace had cemented his legacy prior to his second album with his flawless debut album “Ready To Die”, which became an instant classic that would thrust him instantly into full-fledged stardom. As I, as well as many others, reflect on March 9th to honor the fallen legend, I must state that I refute his last track on his last album and proclaim that Christopher Wallace was “somebody” before someone killed him. Not only did he singlehandedly make a rhetorical question (Where Brooklyn At?) become a spiritualistic awakening for a borough, he also managed to communicate a visual depiction of the young black male’s struggle inside the urban jungle. Lines like “to all the people that lived above the buildings that I was hustlin’ in front of that called the police on me when I was just tryin’ to make some money to feed my daughter” and “because the streets it is a short stop, either you’re slingin crack rock or you got a wicked jump-shot”, both delivered poignant, yet provocative messages about the desolate options and paralyzed dreamscapes of those who dwell within these types of environments. We can only dream about what Christopher Wallace could have become, as the once straight “A” student who wanted to become either a dentist or a graphic designer, gave us a glimpse into potential greatness leaving us wanting and yearning for more. So as 18 years has passed us by since his early demise, I pose the question in my Biggie Smalls voice: “Where is Hip Hop at?”. Did it die with the Bed-Stuy icon on that faithful night? Can artists like Nas, The Loxs and Action Bronson, ever truly revitalize and galvanize an audience and an entire state the way the Notorious one did when he let those who came for his crown know that he would kick in the door and them all that “Your reign on the top was short like leprechauns”. Perhaps we are just victims of an era much like those of us who watched Michael Jordan in his prime. It’s not that others are not great, as much as it is the fact that we may have just witnessed the greatest of all time. And much like track 16 on the Ready To Die album, Christopher Wallace was truly “Unbelievable”. #it was all a dream….