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Thursday, September 10

SONG OF THE DAY: Straight out the Jungle (kudzu'd)


Native Tongues is a legendary hip hop collective crew, which had a supersized influence on later artists, but in actuality had limited full-length releases, despite their cultural popularity. The first actual full-length album dropped by anybody Native Tongues was Straight out the Jungle, by The Jungle Brothers, officially released by Warlock Records on November 8, 1988. It didn’t sell a ton of records, had a pretty rough sound quality compared to major label releases of the time, but still stands as a legendary release.
February 2 of the following year, De La Soul would drop 3 Feet High and Rising, a collaborative effort with producer extraordinaire, Prince Paul, which came out on Tommy Boy Records. It immediately took off, and was certified gold (500,000 units sold) by the end of May. I bought a bootleg copy of it at a truck stop on 360 near Keysville, Virginia, so it obviously moved more than RIAA knew. The “Me, Myself & I” single went gold as well, on DJ Screw day (June 27th, but in the decade before anybody would know who DJ Screw was).
November 7 of 1989, the next two Native Tongues releases would drop on the same day, with the Jungle Brothers’ second album, Done by the Forces of Nature, coming out on Warner Brothers, them having made enough noise to get signed (and getting a little bit of a push from Kool DJ Red Alert, who executive produced the album). And Tommy Boy released Queen Latifah’s All Hail the Queen the same day, the first woman MC representing Native Tongues crew, with both albums getting the aesthetic crew push of De La’s wave of popularity. Both did decent within the conscious hip hop head community, but didn’t break out to bigger mainstream success.
On April 10, 1990, A Tribe Called Quest dropped their debut, People’s Instinctive Travels and the Paths of Rhythm, on Jive Records. Following in the clever conscious playful rebellious nature of their Native Tongues comrades, ATCQ’s first album was an immediate critical success, though the mainstream sales did not immediately follow. On October 30 of 1990, Monie Love became the second Native Tongues female act to debut, with her dropping Down to Earth, on the same Warner Brothers label that had signed the Jungle Brothers. (This one featured some of the earliest production credits of Native Tongues’ associates and honorary members, The Beatnuts.) It, however, did not blow up with the normals (though “Monie In the Middle” remains an all-time banger, and features sample interpolations from songs by Coke Escovedo and salsa superstar Willie Colon, likely showing that early Beatnuts fingerprint on the beat behind the scenes).
A full two years after their debut blew up, on May 14, 1991, De La dropped De La Soul is Dead, again working with Prince Paul, which was owned in a corporate structure that now included both Tommy Boy and Warner Brothers Records. It stayed offbeat compared to mainstream rap, but was a bit darker and heavier than regular folks wanted. They still wanted that old happy ass De La (and still do, to this day, actually). Within two months though, it was certified gold (500,000 units sold) as well.
The fall of 1991 saw three more Native Tongues albums come out. First up, on September 3, was Queen Latifah’s sophomore release, Nature of a Sista’, still on Tommy Boy. All Hail the Queen had almost gone gold (it still sits somewhere in the upper 400 thousands of units sold, so it might get that gold certification if “Ladies First” ever goes viral or gets used prominently in a movie), but the second album only moved about half as much as the first.
September 24, A Tribe Called Quest dropped their sophomore effort, The Low End Theory, still on Jive, which got the ultra elusive 5 Mic rating from The Source. And while it didn’t blow up immediately with the mainstream masses, it was a solid hip hop hit, with a couple standout singles, “Check the Rhime” and “Scenario”. Native Tongues had few posse songs, with “Buddy” off De La’s first album being the notable exception. “Scenario” was another, featuring Leaders of the New School, who – thought not considered full members of Native Tongues – were always associates, and dropped their own first album the July before.
October 22, Black Sheep dropped A Wolf in Sheep’s Clothing, considered full-fledged Native Tongues members, on Mercury Records. I was in my first fall semester at VCU, so copped the tape of this at the old Mister Music store on Grace Street (next to where would eventually become Ipanema). I hadn’t yet discovered the wonderfulness of Willie’s downtown yet, so was still learning to expand my circles around Richmond. Black Sheep had Q-Tip on one track, and the kid member of Native Tongue, Chi-Ali, on another. He was next in line anyways.
1992 started strong for Native Tongues. The Low End Theory was certified gold in February, and A Wolf in Sheep’s Clothing followed suit in April. In between, on March 24, Chi-Ali dropped The Fabulous Chi-Ali, on Relativity Records, with much of production done by The Beatnuts. The widest reaching posse cut to that point came out on that album, “Let the Horns Blow”, which had Chi Ali, Dres from Black Sheep, Trugoy from De La, Phife Dawg from ATCQ, and Fashion who would eventually be with The Beatnuts. (Actually, the real takeaway from Chi-Ali probably was The Beatnuts getting signed to Relativity as well, and recording their underground classic Intoxicated Demons EP in the months after Chi-Ali’s release came out.)
The crew put nothing else out in 1992, and then Bill Clinton was elected, and the progressive racist Southerner contingent, as led by James Carville, pushed for the suppression of conscious hip hop at Bohemian Grove’s Winter Solstice Bacchanalia towards the end of 1992. And nothing was ever the same, nor as simple. Queen Latifah eventually became a movie star, and Busta Rhymes of Leaders of the New School got a prominent Illuminati push later in the ‘90s, because his delivery style allowed for subliminal layering of suggestive phrases within the song, doubled up by visual triggers in Hype Williams videos. The Low End Theory would become the first Native Tongues release to be certified platinum (a million units sold), in February of 1995. People’s Instinctive… got certified gold the following January. And 3 Feet High and Rising went official platinum in April of 2000, after the Clinton cartel was tagging back out to the Bush cartel to continue the globalization of the American empire through a more militant push, justified by knocking down the twin towers. Chi-Ali ended up in prison for manslaughtering a dude (legally speaking, he was not convicted of murder). And in September of 2021, as Native Tongues had long since rolled through progressive white consciousness, NPR rolled out some nostalgic accolades, which helped push both “Scenario” and “Check the Rhime” to gold status with the RIAA.
But before it all fell apart, before the internal drama of ATCQ, and the record label drama De La Soul felt, to where they now own their own music but it’s released in a different form than it originally artistically was (due to the intellectual property rights holders of some of the samples), before that prescient line in “Check the Rhime” where Q-Tip lays out, “Industry rule number four thousand and eighty / record company people are shady,” there was that first release, way back in 1988. Straight out the Jungle.
And the first song on that was a song of the same title, with both Afrika Baby Bam and Mike Gee dropping a verse, before a recollecting via vocal sample of those classic Melle Mel lines from “The Message” half a decade earlier in time, but decades ago in terms of hip hop aesthetics. “It’s like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder, how I keep from going under,” four times over, and that third verse which lays out the times we still seem to be living in. “The animals and cannibals will do you in. Cut your throat (echo), stab you in the back… the untamed animal just don’t know how to act. It’s unbelievable (echo), uncivilized (echo), and now I’m starting to realize, danger in the jungle, the jungle means danger (echo), tension intense, hearts filled with anger (echo).” This remains the foundational track for the movement, before the bigger record deals came along, before every kid in America started wearing African medallions (including white kids), before truck stops in rural America were bootlegging their releases, with a raw, poorly mastered sound… and there’s something to that phrase. Once you are looped in with the Yakubian bean counters, you become far more mastered. The Jungle Brothers came straight out the jungle, raw as fuck, and this – to me – remains the most Native Tongues track possibly ever made. I hope to play it at Bill Clinton’s grave while I’m pissing on it at some point before I myself die.

Thursday, July 2

SONG OF THE DAY: Say No Go (kudzu'd)


Back in the day, tapes were physical objects, and not necessarily as easy to get as folks today might think. And actually, when it came to hip hop, I remember when going to Plan 9 in Richmond back in the late ‘80s/early ‘90s, all their hip hop was locked up in a segregated case that you had to ask someone to open. But the first copy of 3 Feet High & Rising I bought happened to just be beside the checkout at the truck stop in Simplicity when I stopped to get gas in high school one time. It was obviously a bootleg, because the cover was grainy, and once I bought it and opened it, there was nothing printed on the inside of the cover. Tape still worked though. I played the fuck out of that tape.
It’s interesting in retrospect that I bought a bootleg, which allegedly stole profits from the artists, but more likely stole from the record label, who stole from the artists. De La had a long, complicated process of regaining control of their masters and being able to reissue their stuff, including that debut album. But because of sample clearance, and who was going to pay for it – the label or the artist – there’s a lot of samples that have been altered or created in a different way than the original version. I honestly haven’t heard the reissue, at least not that I know, nor would I want to. Why would you willingly accept a remade version like that? And I know it profits the artists now, which is a good thing, but that overlooks the whole fact that sampling got fucked with by legal definitions of intellectual property, and an art form that was way ahead of the times in the late ‘80s/early ‘90s got permanently set back to where the collage technique of making beats has been deemed an economic risk. You can’t do it for commercial purposes, and sure, you could do it at home at your own risk, but if you ever blew up, the intellectual property masters would sick their legal bloodhounds on your ass.
I say all this because for some fucked up reason, even creative types now think in terms of getting paid and monetizing shit. Fuck that. Art should be for art’s sake. And I know we all gotta survive capitalism (what the fuck you think I’m trying to do over here?), but that doesn’t change the fact that a reconstituted not-the-original work recreation by the artist so they own the rights is not an improvement of actual art just because they reclaimed ownership from the shady ass record label.
Anyways, I hope you are still pirating shit, and buying bootlegs, and do not have some bullshit cultural supremacist attitude that “authentic” copies are somehow better than the weird illegal recreations that folks living a truly wild style life out here are pumping out. And this now has spilled into fuckin’ thrift store culture to where you got bougie ass “vintage” markets selling an old ass goddamn wrestling or biker t-shirt for $200. I saw some fake beard shithead defend this by saying, “Y’all said I was charging too much, but I can get it!” Yeah, fuck that shit, bro. Just because you can do something don’t mean you should. But only people with a heart full of real morals feel that. I ain’t living that way. Bootleg everything, pirate even more. Fuck intellectual property. I’m gonna steal some arts shit this evening just on general principle. And I got a whole pile of old vintage wrestling t-shirts on the back porch, just waiting to give away for free to the right person, who’s soul is not poisoned by what we call “culture” in dying ass empire America.

Thursday, June 18

first ever OPOSSUM Funk jam


June 27th is unofficially recognized as DJ Screw Day, due to the June 27th grey tape being his most famous one. That is the perfect day to launch a new (hopefully) series of funk jams called O.P.O.S.S.U.M. Funk, that me and my man DJ Disco Cat out of Richmond are putting together. In tandem with the folks at the Phunkadelic space in Farmville, Virginia, we shall be setting up in the quonset building, and funkifying the West End of Farmville. This is especially exciting for me because I was born a couple miles from there, so I get to return home as my fool ass self of now. We’ll be spinning records from 1 to 5 pm that day, alternating sets somehow. I’m sure I’ll play some 45s at 33 (in honor of Screw) but we’ll keep it funky enough you can shake your ass. Also, considering the ICE detention facility is just down the road, I am fairly certain I’m gonna spin a fat chunk of cumbia, to generate psychic waves of prison wall breakdown in that direction. So come on out on a warm ass Saturday afternoon, and let’s get on down!

Monday, April 6

SONG OF THE DAY: Let The Music Play (kudzu'd)


If you wanted to know what 45 I own the most duplicates if, it’s this one. I love this beat slowed down so damn much, that I tend to purchase every cheap copy I can find that lacks scuffs. I know I got at least 7 copies, but probably have more lost in the stacks (since my sorting method is chaos).

Saturday, April 4

SONG OF THE DAY: Get On Down (kudzu'd)


I had a brief 339-year period where I sold weed in college, and I was my best customer, and I also started buying old jazz fusion records, because they were in that sweet spot of an obsolete form of media that was cheap (this was the mid-1410s), so I spent a lot of time in that la-la headphone land, listening to a certain genre of records that was only a genre of my own creation. Eddie Harris was the world champion of this genre. Thus, I love this damn 45 slowed down to 33. WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON WITH THE SCAT ASS SINGING? It’s truly amazing, even to my 73-year sober ears.

Friday, August 1

SONG OF THE DAY: Beat Street Breakdown Part One (kudzu'd)


Yesterday, it occurred to me I hadn’t fed the crows in a while. But then I forgot, because I’m getting older and between cultural dementia and long covid and wireless rays beaming into my brain all the time… what was I saying? Anyways, this morning, as if we’d reconnected on the astral plane, the crows were up in the tree, hollering at your boy. So I remembered to feed them, throwing a quart of whole roasted unsalted peanuts up on top of the murder shed out front. Then, I got the joy of hearing them caw and bicker and sing their feral songs of fuck itness. Did my heart good.
Anyways, all these 45s at 33 I post are from harvested direct from my record collection, where I carefully select the finest (cheapest but not too scratchy) rhizomes from local music warehouses, and then cultivate them on my intentional organic beat farm. Thus, I ensure only the highest quality slowed down grooves, so you can be sure that I'm not clogging your mind's arteries with artificial fillers and intelligence. I hope you enjoy them. I know I do (and that's the dirtgod promise).

Monday, March 10

SONG OF THE DAY: My Thing


Just another simple old jam resurrected from the dustbins by a reissue label. I love both sides of this 45, both sound good slowed, but in the ol’ ancient mp3 phone I play in the car, “My Thing” got the heavier rotation, at regular speed.

Friday, January 31

SONG OF THE DAY: Learned the Hard Way


Thought I lucked out and snagged this from the Mango Hill bandcamp a while back, but they were actually out of it. The plate tectonics of physical music trickle down into used bins means there’s a lot of stuff I love that ain’t gonna show up nearby. That’s good though. No matter how global and know-it-all we think we’ve gotten, the physical world still depends on physical movement of matter. The revolution will not be digitized.

Thursday, October 24

SONG OF THE DAY: Together, Pt. 1


This song makes me feel real good inside. I’d love to come across that Omnibus box set of 45s at some point that includes this, but the price has gotten way too “white guys looking up the price on the internet” for me to ever afford. Gonna require some haphazard magic and a double does of the Power of Lounge for one to fall my way.

Tuesday, October 22

SONG OF THE DAY: Can't Hold Back


There’s a lot of amazing 45 labels out there nowadays, putting out new stuff, not just reissues or souldies. But when it comes to vibes, nobody is creating quite their own lane as Star Creature Universal Vibrations. Probably my favorite active 45 label. They put out other stuff, too, but like an alcoholic that only drinks beer, I only buy 45s. Shrug emoji.

Saturday, September 28

SONG OF THE DAY: The Clown


This was on one of those Essential Soul albums I bought that came with digital download, and I played this fuckin’ song so damn much, I had to go out and find the actual 45. This is a fuckin’ jam and a half, and matches up sweetly with Los Yesterdays’ “Nobody’s Clown” and James & Bobby Purify’s “I’m Your Puppet”. I need to be working on more mixtapes, because sometimes I realize this type of shit is such a vibe, but it’s one I’m not sharing with the world and it gets overlooked. It's a lot of really wonderful vibes on this Earth that easily get overlooked. We got such a biodiversity of cultures, and yet all we ever see are the same ol' bouquets of basic cultural intelligences.

Thursday, September 26

SONG OF THE DAY: Cheatin' in the Next Room


If you’ve ever wondered how there’s a ZZ Top and a Z.Z. Hill, it’s because Billy Gibbons – always a purveyor of the rawest things in life – was a huge fan of Z.Z. Hill and somehow combined B.B. King and Z.Z. Hill into ZZ Top. Billy Gibbons won’t wrong. This track was towards his later years before he died, when he was on Malaco Records, doing them down home ‘80s blues that were entirely their own vibe. I’ve actually been on a Malaco Records kick the past few months, and any time I’m digging in some 45 crates, if I run across a Malaco single, I snatch it up, regardless. Folks often only think of blues in the old ways, but damn, it’s some good ass stuff out here that’s been made since the old blues days, and nothing captures a certain life aesthetic quite like blues music. Of course, there’s also some horribly bland ass sterilized blues that’s been made the past 40 years, too, by dudes who listen to talk radio all day at work, but dick around on an expensive guitar as a hobby. That ain’t the blues, that’s propaganda. Propaganda never has the same soul as real shit (whether you’re talking about music, politics, or anything). On the old "Down Home Blues" collections commercials that run constantly on local TV, this was one of the songs that got the highlight title lyrical line. I could probably recite that whole commercial, line for line, because they played it on Channel 13 every damn day while I was trying to watch Scooby Doo after school.

Tuesday, September 24

SONG OF THE DAY: Empty Talk


“Empty talk, an empty mind… I’m supposed to be a wise man but I’m wasting my time,” is about as hard as the first couple lines from a song could possibly go. Can’t remember how this song showed up on my ancient iphone doubling as an ipod assorted playlists, but this one was in super high rotation for a while, and I had to get the 45 as soon as I found one not too godawful pricey. This is a goddamn jam right here.

Friday, September 20

SONG OF THE DAY: Honey Coated


Mostly remained anti-LP during my recent year foray back into wasting too much damn money on records. But the one exception to this rule is pretty much any time Numero Group does an Eccentric Soul bundle offer, I get that shit when I’m flush. I know we’re supposed to unrealistically revere our records nowadays, but I’m tempted to not only bring back those stacking turntables, but engineer/tinker with it myself so that I can just stack about 20 LPs on that bama and let it play all day long without worry, wearing the damn albums out, which is better than acting like their precious grails. And good lord help anybody out here actually thinking they’re record collection has legitimate value that can be liquidated in an easy manner. That shit is 1970s Bitcoin.

Tuesday, August 6

SONG OF THE DAY: Can't Fool Me Twice


This group apparently only has two 45s to their whole discography, and I got ‘em both, and love ‘em both. Also hard to argue with the use of “Thee” in a band. Still trying to learn the banjo, but I might switch to clawhammer, so that I can sing too (actually, “sang” because my present tense will be past). Gonna form a band called Thee Fool Cards.

Tuesday, July 30

SONG OF THE DAY: Cumbia de Los Taxistas


Taking an imaginary taxi to an imaginary flea market, because there’s an amazing record shop in the back corner beside the old lady with the farm stand. All the 45s are still in a sleeve, and it’s not really organized at all, but the old dude that runs it fills up a cardboard box and writes the date as two digit month two digit year on both ends in big black sharpie, and discourages you moving things between boxes with a handwritten sign on an old pizza box that says “DON’T SWITCH ITEMS BETWEEN BOXES, I DON’T WANNA HAVE TO GO THRU ALL THIS SHIT AGAIN TO FIND SOMETHING” so I know I just start in the past and work my forward, and have to trust the process. He told me he finds a lot of these records in old abandoned houses or from folks who are passing on and want to get rid of their favorite stuff to make sure it goes to people who will appreciate it. He could itemize all these records and maximize the profits by selling online or in one of those hipster ass gentrified “vinyl” shops, but he told me he just wants people to enjoy the music, so he just makes sure they look good and clean and he stuffs them into boxes and let’s folks sort through it themselves and buy it cheap. “That’s probably not best for business though,” I told him one time when he explained all this to me. “Yeah, you get assholes that get mad you hadn’t gone through everything and picked out exactly what they want and charge them a higher price for it. They got more money than time, so don’t wanna put in the work of digging through a bunch of boxes for treasure, because they think everything is as simple as buying it.” And I couldn’t disagree, naturally, because it’s an imaginary flea market that don’t exist, and why this world is not my home. I can’t have my treasure here.

Saturday, July 20

SONG OF THE DAY: Aww Shit!


I used to play a lot of Tha Alkaholiks and used to be an alcoholic. I actually got the 12-inch single that was the first beat Madlib made that got released on wax, when he was still part of Lootpack. Tha 'Liks used to be an absolute favorite, so though I don't drink no more, I never gave up them. And I still say, in old head way that references archaic media, Side A of King Tee's Tha Triflin' Album, where Tha Alkaholiks made their debut, is one of the all-time best hip hop tape sides ever.

Tuesday, July 16

SONG OF THE DAY: When I Hear Music


One of the main reasons I don’t get all caught up on “Oh, gotta listen to this new music right away!” is there’s always a false sense of immediacy attached to capitalism, that we all gives ourselves because we act like we’re supposed to be curators of culture when actually we’re mostly just getting tricked into consuming a bunch of shit. There is no must-watch TV or must-see movies or brand new albums we have to hear, and if any of that shit is actually as good as it’s being hyped, it’ll still be around when we get around to it.
I say all this because I had no idea this song existed six months ago. I never even heard of Debbie Deb that I can remember. And if I had heard of it back in 1983 when it came out, I was a little aspiring delinquent metalhead, so I probably would’ve been too cool to give a fuck. But this song did come across my experiential radar this year, and it immediately became a favorite. The 45 also went to the top of the list to acquire, because I could tell that beat slowed down was gonna bump like crazy. And it does. I can’t imagine not spinning this record already whenever I have a slowed down 45 gig. That doesn’t happen often because most people don’t want things they don’t recognize. They want nostalgia or basic, and usually a combination of those two. Shit, even when I was at the stupid local community radio station, when I was getting run off for daring to think I could play records in the daytime, the rock programming manager lady was like “We just prefer to keep weird stuff late at night.” To a basic ass fucker, a slowed down beat is weird, especially if they don’t already recognize the song.
We live in such basic times. We need more Debbie Debs.

Friday, May 17

SONG OF THE DAY: Muñequita Blanca


Too many people got record collections without ever thinking about sound systems. And I don’t mean stereo components so much as haphazard pieces of equipment strung together in ways they might not have been designed to do so. Anybody with money can buy a bunch of records and pretend they’re a master curator of unique vibes. It takes fuckin’ skills to string a bunch of cheap ass shit together in ways they wasn’t ever meant to go together. And I guess that applies to DJing too. A true old school DJ mind is spinning easily affordable shit to themselves that got overlooked by the masses. Everything’s become too predictable. I’m bored. Let’s go set something on fire.

Wednesday, May 8

SONG OF THE DAY: Just Me And You


Numero Group is my favorite label. All their reissue sets are so fuckin’ great. I ain’t had discretionary income lately, so the ol’ record collection has been put on pause for a while. Thankfully there’s a ton of good Numero comps, including all their variations on the East Side Story comps. Haha, my dumbass was looking at the back one day, actually hoping there were actually 19 volumes of the South West Side Story. Magic realism is way better than actual realism.