Cooked spaghetti and we watched a couple shows tonight. Went clothing shopping after work, which I do very infrequently, so that was a treat. Came across a great sale. And visited a chiropractor finally to learn what he thinks is wrong with my hip. I’ll chalk that up to being a fairly productive day.
Feels like a nice evening to unwind with some tunes…
Starting off with the Rolling Stones’ “Can’t You Hear Me Knocking”:
Love that song. It’s been on my mind a lot in recent months for whatever reason.
Swerving on over to Rage Against the Machine’s “Renegades of Funk”:
Been into RATM since my teen years. I remember back during our freshman year (1999-2000) at college when my fiancee-at-the-time and I were enrolled in an Intro to Sociology course and our professor came in one day wearing an RATM t-shirt. Kind of blew our minds at the time because this particular professor was a disgruntled conservative-of-sorts who acted like he despised most of us students and our youth culture. Turned out that guy was a mixed bag all the way around. Not a happy dude though. But he was challenging and expected us to give a damn about soc or just leave. My future ex-husband and I both stayed and earned two of the few As he handed out that semester. He actually managed to run off nearly a third, maybe more, of the class before it was all said and done. An odd guy, difficult to describe. He could be highly critical, humorous, impassioned, down-to-earth, aggressive, contrarian. Apparently he was an alcoholic. He also was a married man and father who seemed perfectly willing to sleep with female students (or so he hinted to me in the checkout line one night while he was on a beer run — actually gave me his number). Kind of a disappointment in that regard, but at least I’d completed his course by then. So anyway, RATM is now forever linked up in my mind with that guy. lol
It was then when I knew for certain that a Finance major wasn’t for me. Sociology had always been my love, I just hadn’t known it by name yet. That surly professor demonstrated in my eyes that it’s not a field restricted to hippies and liberal elitists, nor should it be. I consider myself lucky to have experienced a quality intro course on the subject.
Anyway, back to tunes…
Probably my favorite song from RATM, “Killing in the Name”:
Speaking of the ’90s…here’s a blast from the not-so-distant past:
That was Tupac’s “Hail Mary” — a.k.a. worthwhile rap.
One I haven’t heard in a while, Tupac’s “So Much Pain”:
Another I like by him, “Thugz Mansion”:
Kinda funny how appealing these songs were for us in our youth and how they got ingrained to where they’re now a permanent fixture in my psyche. I know that song by heart. But like most Americans who got into listening to rap, I hadn’t grown up in an inner-city ghetto and know nothing of being shot at or arrested. And yet this song and others like it groove me. *shrugs*
Westside Connection’s “Gangsta Nation”:
Probably the tribalism alluded to that’s most alluring. Like the attraction occurs on a sub-conscious, primal level. Hence why most folks, when asked, say it’s the beats that drew them in.
Just unfortunate that nearly all rappers alive today turned out to be ruled by money first and foremost. Sold out to Hollywood and corporate sponsors.
Here’s The Roots’ “Livin’ in a New World”:
If I had to make a list I’d rank that song in my top 10 examples of quality hip-hop.
Then there’s stuff like this:
That was Ludacris (feat. Mystikal and I-20) with “Move Bitch,” another I enjoy. It’s shallow and goofy and well-done — a good driving tune.
Another I can’t help but love is Old Dirty Bastard’s “Got Your Money”:
I’m the O D B as you can see
FBI, don’t you be watchin’ me
I don’t want no problem, cause I’ll put you down
In the ground where you cannot be found
I’m just Dirt Dog trying’ to make some money
So give me my streaks and gimme my honey
Radios play this all day every day
Recognize I’m a fool and you lovin’ me
None of you, nuh, better look at me funny
Nuh, you know my name now gimme my money