For as long as I have been alive, Hip Hop has had a home in the city of Philadelphia. Some of my earliest experiences with this music and culture would become inextricably linked to my understanding of my own personal identity and my place within the broader community. Following its initiation in the early 70s, Hip Hop quickly flowered outward from its homebase in The Bronx, moving into urban centers throughout the nation, taking root and intermingling with each city’s local slang / vernacular, music, dance and visual art cultures.
Long acknowledged as one of the original flashpoints for Graffiti culture, Philadelphia Hip Hop’s heart has always been intertwined with the streets. The first generation of Philly youth touched by this cultural revolution would immediately hit the ground running, developing their own unique local scene and quickly producing a number of MCs and DJs (Jazzy Jeff & The Fresh Prince, Cool C, 3X Dope, Schoolly D, Lady B etc.) that would reach great creative heights and commercial success. Aside from the commercial victories of a handful of acts, Philadelphia’s formative Hip Hop scene remained largely unheralded, birthing a new class of solo acts, groups and crews who would never attain more than local notoriety. Continue reading →
“Cutting and pasting is the essence of what hip-hop culture is all about for me. It’s about drawing from what’s around you, and subverting it and decontextualizing it.”
– DJ Shadow
There are few cliches in popular culture that get bandied about more than the term “renaissance man.” While the phrase may work as part of an easy promotional tagline, it does little to help us understand the complex ways in which individuals relate to and process culture. New York born cultural polyglot Bobbito Garcia is often referred to as a renaissance man, but a look into his backstory reveals much more. Known around the world as a DJ and label owner (the legendary 90’s indie rap outfit Fondle Em’ Records), writer, sneaker collector and Basketball historian, filmmaker and co-host of the greatest radio show in hip hop history (Columbia University WKCR’s Stretch & Bobbito Show), Garcia’s name rings bells in a variety of seemingly disparate corners of the music, art and entertainment worlds. In a time of corporate multiculturalism and cheap eclecticism, Garcia’s multifaceted career is the product of Hip Hop’s exploratory spirit and nearly 5 decades of New York street culture.
With his latest film, Rock Rubber 45s, Garcia takes us through an autobiographical trip his highly diverse life and career. Continue reading →
“I’m an adult now…..I listen to podcasts…..I don’t go out much….I’m stacking up my cash, cuz I got shit to doooooo…..”
This lighthearted and cheeky chorus animates West Philly MC The Bul Bey’s newest single “Alignment” with a palpable sense of purpose, optimism and personal growth. An elegant summer anthem that is lighthearted and self-assured. Over a swinging drum groove and dreamily modulating keys produced by DJ Miflyn, Bey rides the rhythm with skill and presence, switching flows and bouncing in and out of double-time patterns. The track’s Sing-songy delivery and fun spirit contrasts beautifully with Bey’s lyrical meditations on self-actualization and personal maturity. Continue reading →
“When you hear about slavery, that was 400 years. 400 years? That sounds like a choice!”
During a heated exchange that followed Kanye West’s surprising (and downright idiotic) proclamation that African Americans’ role in (or inability to break out of) chattel slavery was in fact “a choice,” TMZ reporter and Hip Hop podcaster Van Lathan scolded Kanye for this toxic and irresponsible statement. “Kanye, you’re entitled to your opinion, you’re entitled to believe whatever you want, but there are facts and real-life consequences to everything you just said. And while you are making music and being an artist and living the life that you’ve earned by being a genius, the rest of us in society have to deal with the marginalization that comes from the 400 years of slavery that you said, for our people, was a choice! Frankly, I’m disappointed, I’m appalled and brother…I am unbelievably hurt by the fact that you have morphed into something that, to me, is not real.”
When weighed against other hot topics that captured our instantaneous 24-hour news and entertainment cycle, this moment between Lathan and West is significant on a few levels. On one level, this confrontation represented an ideological collision between the working class and the rich/famous celebrity cult that Kanye has centered in both his artistic and social life. It can be argued that Kanye’s calculation that slavery was ultimately “a choice” for African Americans is a logical conclusion of the type of quasi-spiritual “law of attraction” self-help doctrine that many Hollywood celebrities traffic in (popularized by Rhonda Byrne’s “The Secret”). If you only believe in yourself more and think positively, you too can be rich, famous, successful, not a slave. This confrontation between Lathan and West was also significant because it created a brief space for open discussions on the systemic nature of racism. Lathan’s response to West concisely identified racism as an all-encompassing system of social, economic, political and legal oppression that exists as a historical continuum stretching from the past to the present day and NOT a mere set of prejudices and attitudes that play out on the individual/interpersonal level.
For the most part, the general public processed this discussion much in the way that we process any significant event that happens in the public sphere: through an endless stream of tweets and memes, on our favorite daytime talk shows and podcasts. Hate him or love him, the public ate it all up and it became clear (to me at least) that Kanye was and has been sacrificing himself on the altar of fame and his own personal mythology. To the man who once packaged himself as a starry-eyed college kid who just wanted to get on, all press is now good press, and it doesn’t matter if the world around him is moved by affection or outrage.
Many dismissed Kanye’s statements (coupled with his fervent support of Donald Trump) as a publicity stunt or a cry for attention. This may be true, but a close listen to his latest album, YE, and considering his past as an artistic and public figure, it becomes increasingly difficult to write Kanye’s public and artistic choices off as mere stunts designed to sell records. His eighth album to date, YE is graphic, joyous, and a horrifying glimpse into the mind of Kanye West. If the inspiration for his haunting and lovelorn classic 808’s & Heartbreaks were the women in his life and the love he couldn’t give/keep, YE’s muse, the album’s raison d’etre, is Kanye West himself, his own heart, mind and the celebrity that threatens to tear him apart. Continue reading →
In the early 2000s, DJ / composer / author Kid Koala (birth name Eric San) established himself as one of the most unique voices in hiphop’s Turntablism movement. Growing out of the fiercely competitive DJ Battle scene, the sub-sub-genre blossomed into a musical style of his own where DJs stepped back into the spotlight, using their turntables as instruments to explore the farthest limits of sound. Koala’s debut Carpral Tunnel Syndrome (Ninja Tune) is a masterful collision of breakbeats, quirky samples and mind-bending scratches that has been hailed as a landmark of the genre. Continue reading →
Opening with the faint sound of birds chirping and oddly-metered “Doo-Doo-Doo-Dooo-Doo-Doooo” scats, “Believe” — the first track from West Philly MC/Singer Boogieman Dela’s latest EP Broken Watch 02: Future Currents — properly encapsulates the projects fresh, breezy spirit.
Once the over-sized kick drums hit, Boogieman enters with a slick, melodic flow and lyrics urging listeners to wake up and self-actualize. We caught up with him to chat about his beginnings in hip hop, his process, and the Gospel upbringing that helped shape his rich, soulful sound. Continue reading →
On March 2nd, I sat in my bedroom talking with my partner Melissa. We both knew something was seriously wrong. For days, I had been suffering from an unruly headache, fatigue and flu-like symptoms. The scariest development was a sudden impairment in my ability to form sentences and speak. Testing me, Melissa asked me if I was excited to catch the premiere episode of Atlanta (it aired the night before). “Tell me about the show” she asked. I struggled. I tried to sound thoughtful and articulate my thoughts about how the show plays with non-linear narrative structure and surreal/absurdist humor. What came out of my mouth pretty much amounted to a barely-coherent mush. “We should go to the hospital,” she said. I agreed reluctantly. As we got up and made our way down the hallway, I detoured to the bathroom, vomiting, the violent force throwing me to the ground. The next thing I know, I was being placed in an ambulance and transported to the Hospital of the University of Penn.
The next two weeks were a jumbled mess of tubes, needles and INTENSE hallucinations. Much of the time between March 2nd and March 13th is unclear to me. The entire experience is either “augmented” by cartoonish hallucinations, or completely missing from my memory. I beatboxed and made up songs, imagined that the doctors were hatching elaborate conspiracies against me, saw and held conversations with friends who weren’t there. I had been diagnosed with a mycoplasmic infection that caused viral encephalitis, which essentially translates to inflammation on the brain. Basically, I had randomly caught a virus that attacked my brain and spine. After weeks of laying in the hospital, one of my lungs collapsed, I developed a blood clot and had lost the ability to walk.
Throughout this ordeal, I’ve had a few comforts. My mom, Jackie has been an indefatigable source of support and inspiration. She’s pretty much been camped out with me since I was first hospitalized. I’ve watched her push the limits of her own body and mind to help me heal and cope with this life-altering series of events. Along with Melissa, my Mother has cried with me, laughed with me, prayed with me and I’m certain that without the help of these Women, I doubt I would have survived.
Along with the love and comfort I received from my family, my partner, friends and comrades, through this ordeal, I’ve been finding solace in music. On Monday, April 2nd, I was transferred from the hospital to Good Shepherd Rehab Facility in South Philly. Much of my day is spent undergoing intensive physical therapy designed to strengthen my muscles, legs and ultimately relearn how to walk. Trying to occupy the long days, I’ve spent my downtime watching junk TV, visiting with friends and family and listening to music. My fam was kind enough to bring me my laptop. I’ve scrolled through Spotify, Youtube, FB, Twitter and my own personal music library to find songs that gave me solace, the same as I have my entire life. Music for when I’m sad, music to motivate me through the hours of exhausting physical therapy.
This playlist features some of the stuff I’ve been listening to for the past month or so. It’s a bit all over the place genre and mood-wise, an accurate reflection of the scattered way that I absorb music. Ranging from nostalgic favorites (Bahamadia’s “Spontaneity” and Mazarin’s “For Energy Infinite”) to staples in my DJ sets (Fela Kuti & Roy Ayers’ “Africa Centre of the World”), the songs on this playlist have been with me through this experience that has changed me profoundly. Continue reading →
Originally hailing from New York, rapper / producer DistantStarr has been holding it down in both Philly’s underground rap and experimental beat scenes for about a decade. His sound, a rich mixture of spacey, ambient-inflected instrumentals and slick, razor-sharp bars tastefully embodies the spirit of both scenes. We caught up with Distant Starr a few days after his mind-blowing, impromptu set at Backyard Bxss (a live Beat showcase organized by Smth Savant collective). We talked about his latest release, Discover Tape, the unheralded history of Philly’s live Beat scene and the collaborative work that has connected him with artists around the world. Continue reading →
In a world of multihyphenates, Philly based MC / producer / multi-instrumentalist / visual artist, Ronniere Spacely effectively straddles disparate worlds of music, film and modern art. A native of Norfolk, Virginia, and a dedicated acolyte of Virginia production duo The Neptunes (Pharrell Williams and Chad Hugo), Spacely absorbed the heavy-hitting, melodic and harmonically rich aesthetic of his hometown heroes into his own music.
He poured these influences into his recent self-released Uncle Lahk Jaw mixtape and his self-shot and produced short film Yo Bro, a lo-fi, experimental musing on love, infatuation and music. A striking work complete with oddball editing, vintage visual effects and a colorful musical score that bridges the gaps between hip-hop, pop and soul, Yo Bro made its debut this summer at the Black Star Film Festival. We linked up with him (via Facebook chat) to talk music, art and the spirit of inspiration. Continue reading →
Year-End Mania is the Key’s annual survey of the things below the surface that made 2017 incredible. Today, Key contributing writer John Morrison shares five haiku reviews of releases by his Philly friends.
2017 was a fantastic year for music in Philadelphia. As a lifelong resident of this city, I’ve been blessed to build relationships with many brilliant DJs, MCs, producers and musicians. To honor those relationships and to celebrate this incredible year of music, I’ve compiled a list of my Top 5 favorite local releases, and written a short Haiku to capture the spirit of each.