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Premium OldHead Of The Week: The Many Faces Of Ice T’s Past Lives & Why He Is The Way He Is.

26 Sep

This is Ice T, the gangster rapper.


This is from Ice T’s first life, as a breakdancer & not a very good one at that. Pay close attention to the lack of backspins and the really expensive dance studio as well as the flailing arms and the cut off shirt that reads Ice T. How gangster is that?

Next, Comes Ice T, following his first resurrection where he came back to life as a gangster rapper, so gangster that he claimed that he was the ORIGINAL gangster. Notice how now he even says he WON’T dance? WHY WON’T YOU DANCE FOR US, ICE?

Next, comes Ice T as a punk, not a very good one at that. This MUST have been Henry Rollins’ Fault. I’m almost sure of it.

However many times he switched up his story, THIS is where Ice T starts really contradicting himself. On the soundtrack for New Jack City, the title track by Ice T is called “New Jack Hustler,” the lyrics depicting him being a gangster like he hadn’t played a narc in the movie with the same name! This guy is COMPLEX.

Next comes the final transformation, i give you Special Victims Unit Detective Ice T, play on playa.


Very Not Gangster.

Very Not Gangster.

So what have we learned here today? I’d say that usually the people that need to say how hard they are, really aren’t that tough. I mean sure there are a few rappers that maybe sold a few grams, a few hand to hands but i doubt any of them really pushed weight with the exception of a few emcees that have the court cases to back up their claims.

But even then if we the viewers can justify someone as legitimately gangster because they’ve been pinched then we’re ALL missing the point. It’s just a facade. Ice T acting like a cop is the SAME as Ice T acting like a dancer or a gangster or a pimp and a punk! At the end of the day Ice T is an actor, a life long actor, fitting rolls and molds he needed to play in order to pay the bills.


Reminds Me Of The 2004 Republican Convention…

28 Aug

Tear gas & Riot gear against unarmed civilians. 

Too Bad It Doesn’t matter what party you’re protesting,

It’s just that you ARE protesting that bothers cops that much.

Play that shit back & watch how swiftly they goup her right off the sidewalk.

Bloggisizing on the Weekend? Blasphamy!

4 May

Why is it that no one blogs on the weekends? Understandably everyone should reserve the right to take a break from their work, even their hobbies on the weekends but for the love of god i need updates & new music on a daily basis. I consume far too much music to be content with minimal updates each saturday & sunday! So i say fuck it, if you don’t post during the weekends, i won’t visit your blog during the week you lazy bastards! (i’m just kidding bloggers you know i love you)

You’re to tell me that no new music pops up during the weekend? No musicians make asses of themselves on the weekend?

‘Oh The Things You Will See…’

1 Apr

There is something simmering, sour and of poor age brewing in a pocket of hazardous chemicals, seeping from the depths of our nations once proud melting pot, sure to bring calamity along for the ride harboring its callous stench.

All of the ingredients from a far seem to be in fair shape but this writer would bet his ill fated Social Security that upon further inspection such items would prove to be rotten and corrupted, others premature, and the rest would prove to be pork grinds posing as filet minion. And, to add to this curious concoction, imagine if you will shadows behind curtains running anamatronic puppets. Ladies and Gents, the new and improved 2008 presidential candidate!

Someone of fair importance but not enough so to share credit with once told me that in order to grasp and grapple the gap of tomorrows possibilities one must admire their current surroundings.

Moral is at an all time low. Home foreclosures at an all time high. Unemployment on the rise. Unions crumbling. AIDS. Ports that once supplied the world with steel have been bartered out to the highest bidder to ensure the importation of Chinese products and the near demise of so called American Workmanship; ushering in the age of American Consumption. Oh I could go on for years.

My father has told me, on several occasions that participating in the electoral process is civic duty, and furthermore a privilege. I do not know anyone my age that feels that way. Then again I don’t know anyone my age that even reads, so I’d take that last statement with a grain of bitter sea salt.  I do not know of any candidate that is worthy of my ballot currently electioneering this year, and to be frank I’ve known plumbers with more charisma than Hillary or Obama.

  Oh the options! I spoke before of the rancid and the premature, respectively Hillary and Obama. I have not for a moment, not as a New Yorker, not as a voter, not even as an optimistic dreamer ever thought Hillary Clinton fit for presidential status. I for one personally believe that after eight years of second generation Bush we’d learned our lesson and try out some fresh blood. Perhaps a veteran statesman, groomed in international affairs and well versed in military channels like that of Colin Powell. Perhaps his opting out on the candidacy should tell us something about our current conditions.

Oh the premature politician that is Incumbent Junior Senator Obama. How can a man that seemingly sprouted from nowhere suddenly find himself at the forefront of the Democratic nomination? Sharp tongued and quick to quip, he stands in rather neutral territory. He is neither here nor there on most issues and though he has made the center of his campaign to end the on going war and occupation of the Middle East he has even proved to not stand firm on the strongest of his issues.

Some people claim that Obama is the Robert Kennedy of the 21st century, braving the Democratic crest with his bare knuckles. I see no remnants of the Kennedy charisma even when I squint, although I might add I’m certain I could sniff out Ted Kennedy in a brewery with the lights off. So what does it really matter who endorses who in the coming year? Suddenly Oprah’s loyal army of stay at home moms has become a voting power over night. Politicians dropping like flies on the campaign trail when the coming election is just short of a year away.

So where do we truly stand come this November? There isn’t a single worthwhile candidate in the whole lot, in the opinion this reporter. Perhaps it’s been this way for years, several bleak candidates, sporting bleak slogans and bleak supporters all promising the same bleak optimism. There is no silver lining here, this country is dying. And these so call candidates are the executioners. Neither versed enough to stand their own in the next world war emerging from the fog nor strong enough to stand their own in the face of adversity and deep routed difference.


People Who Steal My Shit To Sell On Ebay Suck.

1 Apr

Oh yeah, I said it. In the last three weeks two cameras (One Minolta X-700 & a Kodak accordion circa 1960’s), three lenses (Two for my Minolta & one for my Nikon), one box of photo paper Ilford 8×10) as well as over sixty rolls of film have managed to disappear from my room that almost no one has access to. This, according to B & H tallies up to an astounding Eight hundred Eight Dollars and Eighty Six Cents, which goes without saying is eight hundred eight dollars and eighty six cents more than I have in my non existent bank account.

Legally I have absolutely no evidence to say otherwise from a crackhead sneaking into my house, but dare I say I’m pretty damn certain as to who it was. It’s not as if I decided to pawn off all of my shit out of desperation, no sir, even at my lowest I would never pawn off my cameras because they are part of me. I’m just waiting for my computer to disappear and then I’m calling the cops like I was the neighborhoods local snitch!

Substance Abuse n Hip Hop Linked? Say It Aint So!

1 Apr

Mr. Marley

Peer Pressure Out… Radio friendly pressure in? Nah… right?

Apparently people are paying far too much for their tuition for the University of Pittsburgh School of Medicine. I cannot even begin to stress the ignorance of the idea that people are influenced in their actions by the music they choose to listen to. In an in depth study this year, The Archives of Pediatrics and Adolescent Medicine announced that through several pages of charts, graphs, diagrams, big words, and all other sorts of voodoo hoodoo they’ve found a sure link between “rap music” and substance abuse.

“The average adolescent is exposed to approximately 84 references to explicit substance use per day and 591 references per week, or 30,732 references per year. The average adolescent listening only to pop would be exposed to 5 references per day, whereas the average adolescent who listens just to rap would be exposed to 251 references per day.” – New York Times.

Spitting statistics right and left for a moment I felt for a moment like I may be a victim even! Suddenly i wondered if i should take a class action lawsuit to Cypress Hill because they passed me a bong at one of their shows? Or how about demanding severance pay from Dre because the Chronic “warped my fragile little mind?” Should I protest Puffy for all the Biggie songs I used to religiously smoke L’s to? Or I should take it to Cam’Ron & Dipset and see how they react when they find that they were responsible for all the coke cooked & sold and sniffed in Harlem for the last half a decade!

Or maybe everyones so full of shit to see that the bowl needs to be flushed. This Tipper Gore syndrome that seems to weeblewobble but never fall down is painful & I really don’t see how money could be spent on such fuckery.

Look at it this way. A song at the top of the Billboard charts is heard by an unfathomable amount of so called “impressionable” persons. But what these scientists don’t seem to understand is that generalization doesn’t work! No two people are the same! They may have similar tastes in music or clothes or whathaveyou but they will not perceive lyrics the same way!

A fifteen year old is smarter than you may think! Sure, some are a little thicker than others, but for the most part a fifteen year old knows who he wants to fuck, as well as knowing what he wants to smoke or drink on a friday night. & for the most part I believe that their newfound acquired tastes are, more than likely, frighteningly close to that of their parents! DUN DUN DUN!

Are people really so desperate not to take the blame for anything in this world that they’ll weasel their ways in and out of statistics just to prove a halfassed point? And with that said, so what if it is true? So what if music leaves a mark on ‘impressionable” teenagers? Censorship doesn’t work, the same way the questionable legality of Marijuana doesn’t seem to affect the hundreds of thousands of Americans (both the youth and the ever aging baby boomers) that smoke on a daily basis. I foresee another coming saga of censorship and as an artist, writer, composer & lover of music I fear for the coming generations.

I’m no victim. I’m not a product of anything I’ve ever purchased, listened to or consumed. Every generation fears the worst for their children and believe-you-me I understand that much. But how could a country chest deep in war, debt and disease be so concerned with what a high school freshman listens to on his Ipod?