These are the posts where I gush about some song that I’ve got a huge crush on at the moment, and you put up with…
Over some banging, reckless beats, Illtone describes the world’s biggest asshole tearing a path of destruction through a party, ranging from the inconsiderate (failing to flush the toilet) to the felonious (stealing the host’s DVDs).
Pitbull advises all the dudes in the club to live for the moment and find a sexual conquest to take home, echoing the famous biblical passage Isaiah 22:13 (and I’m paraphrasing here): “Eat, drink and rub your junk up against a sexy lady on the dance floor, for tomorrow we die.”
“Just for Show” is a document of a nasty break-up, the type of quarrel I’d sometimes hear outside my window on warm summer nights when I lived within walking distance of the downtown bars, with shouts of, “Get out my face!” and “You wanna threaten me?”
San Francisco has been a favorite tour stop for the Doomtree family for as long as there’s been a Doomtree. At least that’s what the…
Perhaps you have experienced the euphoria brought on by a new romantic interest. The Black Eyed Peas have cleverly likened this experience to the intoxicating and addictive qualities of a drug, a metaphorical comparison that as far as I can tell has never before been made by anyone with the exception of Ke$ha, Seal, Robert Palmer, The Beatles, Shakespeare and just about everyone else in human history.
Accompanied by a breakbeat and a sample from Jimmy Durante’s version of “I’ll Be Seeing You,” Lupe Fiasco imagines that the African slave trade never happened, W.E.B. DuBois was Father of the Constitution, Bill O’Reiley reads from the Quran at Malcom X’s funeral, there was no crack epidemic, and hip hop isn’t concerned with complexion nor street cred.
I’m re-naming this little feature, because the old name seemed a bit condescending toward the professionals covering music for actual publications in the Bay Area,…