As I’ve said a few times before, I’ve always appreciated hip-hop no matter where it came from. I didn’t care if a nigga was from Iowa- if it rocked, it rocked. That said, there was a particular time where my ears were most partial to what was regarded as the East Coast sound. Unlike these more recent years, New York was breeding great new music on a regular basis. Some of the best from that era weren’t those that made a killing on the charts or radio, but the ones that resonated amongst the underground/street level listeners. When it came to producers that made music more for the late-night mix shows than the regular rotation, few had that corner locked like DJ Premier did.
Wack-Ass Wednesday: Whatzupwitu?
02/23/2011Ah, yes… in continuing to prove that not everything from the ’90s is deserving of my love, I bring you another installment of Wack-Ass Wednesday. And boy oh boy, do I have a classic for you all today.
Fame can convince anyone that they’re 10 times the talent that they actually are. There was a time in the ’80s where Eddie Murphy was one of the biggest stars around. From his Delirious and Raw standups, to his skits on Saturday Night Live, to his movies like Beverly Hills Cop and Coming To America, Eddie was the shit. Rightfully so, he was arguably the most popular comedian of the decade. But you see, herein begins the problem… during that time period, someone convinced him that he could not only do standups, skits, and movies… but that he could also sing.
DANJ! Presents: 25 For Love, Pt. 2 (#15-6)
02/16/2011“I just zoned on how ill it is to really fall in love… Pimpin’ is whatev … Love is that shit!”- Kanye West via Twitter
If I can be allowed to get on some butter-soft shit before I go into these here luh songs… I think at times that I’ve been more in love with love than anyone in particular. I like songs about it, movies about it, I even like happy couples when I see ‘em at Wal-Mart n’shit. Even in having enough justification to hate the hell outta love, I still believe (shoutout to Brenda K. Starr). I wouldn’t say I’m a sucker for love, like them niggas who probably spent most of Monday posting bitter status updates on FaceBook. Still, a good song at the right time of year has been known to have me on Stupid Cupid mode. Case in point: the 10 I put up the other day, and now, these 10…
DANJ! Presents: 25 For Love, Pt. 1 (#25-16)
02/14/2011I have a love/hate relationship with love songs. I’ve had times when I listened to them out of being in love or at least catchin’ some kinda feelings. Other times, I’ve listened to them while in “maaannn, fuck love” mode. There was a time when I was a kid who had no real grip on matters of the heart and all the highs and lows they entailed. Back then, I just liked the way they sounded. Nowadays, I feel the various emotions of those songs- whether they be about infatuation, bitterness, appreciation, or heartbreak. This week, I drop 25 in particular that I’ve loved for years and continue to. Here we go…
An Open Letter To Omarion
02/11/2011Ayo O,
Really bruh? Really?
I guess this is is how the older heads felt when the singers from my day were snatching up their generation’s classics. There’s been a number of occasions over the last year in which some of you new niggas have revisited R&B songs of the ’90s and did lame-ass jobs of covering them. Only in extreme cases have I felt compelled to compose an open letter… and this, Mr. Grandberry, is one of those cases.
The Eyez Never Lie
02/07/201115 years ago this month, 2Pac was the newest signee to Death Row Records, and the label was at the height of its popularity. Every album with that electric chair logo was selling like crazy, with more to come for ’96. Three albums deep by that time, ‘Pac was already a major star, but also ran into some much bigger problems that landed him in jail. After being bailed out by Suge Knight (in exchange for signing to the Row), he went straight from the jail cell to the studio. Within two weeks, ‘Pac recorded 28 tracks for his Death Row debut, which has since gone on to be his highest-selling album of all, All Eyez On Me.
Message from a Black Man
02/03/2011So, it’s Black History Month (and Chocolate Lover’s Month at Dunkin’ Donuts- but that’s neither here nor there… right?), and I’ve decided it’s a good time to share this lil’ jewel here. Around the early-’90s, when “black comedy” had kinda blown up through shows like Def Comedy Jam, In Living Color, and ComicView, a number of standups were getting TV shows and books and all type of shit. One who’d been around for way longer had also gained some recognition- enough to get a deal with StepSun Records and drop his own standup comedy album.
The ’90s Loved Rick James
02/01/2011Welcome to February on DLT90s, where I’ll be remembering an album you mighta heard of called All Eyez On Me , speakin’ on the great DJ Premier, and for Valentine’s week, dropping my 25 Favorite Love Songs of All Time. And speaking of all-time, today would have been the 63rd birthday of one of the baddest muthafukkas of all-time… one of the best-singin’, best-lookin’ muthafukkas you ever seen… hold my drink, bitch.

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