Monthly Archive: April 2008

Hip hop and immigration

04.16.08 // By SIlentOne //

So if hip hop was a person, where would he/she stand on immigration?

Cutting in support of open immigration, he would look at the diversity in the hip hop experience around the world. It's also obvious the impact immigration and immigrants have had on the creation of, evolution of and uniqueness in hip hop. More open immigration policies allow trends and experiences to travel freely.reggaeton

Many hip hop artists and fans have strong connections to places all over the world. Some that come to mind are Akon, Wyclef, Fat Joe, M.I.A. (yeah, she is hip hop), Slick Rick and I've thought of those in a few seconds. So it seems that "hip hop" the person's attitude is pretty easy to envision.

But is it really that clear? Would hip hop fight for open immigration policies? I hurts me to say this, but the hip hop consciousness is not always aware of issues, or the facts surrounding issues. Why is it that we can all be so commited to the ideal of hip hop but cling or look to other places like church, family, politicians, peer groups or whoever for guidance? I'm not saying you don't need those things in your life, but could it be that hip hop can help with the solution to some of these issues? Might hip hop have even more potential than we give it credit for? Hip hop is not a religion or a political party, but it is certainly a way of life. Any way of life must have some guidance to offer for today's issues, including immigration. But what is the "hip hop" approach to immigration? How do we find out what the proper way to resolve the conflict that our country is caught up in is?

I'm In Love With a Stripper... Re-remix...

04.02.08 // By Breeze //


I'm not surprised that this dude blew up based in large part on a song called I'm In Love With a Stripper... because he's from Florida. It just makes sense. I am from Florida- not country-ass Tallahassee like T-Pain though, South Florida- and will tell you that "The Strip" is where most every night out ends... and even where some start. And strippers hold a very, very dear piece of my heart- can't even explain it, but we'll get to that in a bit. The video above is the remix featuring a slew of Southern MC's (Pimp C, MJG, Paul Wall), Twista, Too Short and R. Kelly. This shit is dope, especially Pain's opening verse- The new wave Roger Troutman! I just felt that this remix wasn't really picked up by a lot of people... So, back to the strip... This story actually goes back a few months. I went out to the Belmont in WeHo, which is a pretty dope bar/lounge/restaurant, with my three housemates (We'll call them Yates, The Dr., and RawDogg) to celebrate the birthday of a friend of mine. She's is a pretty cool chick so the plan was to get pretty liquored up at the Belmont and take the party on to the Body Shop in Hollywood to watch some pretty girls dance around without clothes on... Let me reiterate how cool the birthday girl is- she has a stripper pole in her apartment (I think she does the striptease aerobics which I am sure is an incredible workout). Since cool chicks seem to only be able to stand being around other cool chicks (for the most part), the chicks that were rolling with us were also pretty fun. Anyways, we have a great time at the Belmont (translation: got pretty hammered) and about half of the crew of about 15-20 cabbed it (don't drink and drive if you can at all avoid it- got a story about that one too-later...) over to the strip and settled in... My first move upon entering the strip club is straight to the ATM, get about 100 one-dollar bills, and make myself comfortable right up front. One thing about LA strip clubs that is fucking terrible is that they are not permitted to sell alcohol. Yea, that's right... No Booze. If you want to drink, all you can get is a topless bar. I digress, we get in there buy the two mandatory $10 waters and start tossing singles around. The night goes great and we have a blast. I'm about $300 down on the night, not terrible for how pretty those girls are, when this beautiful girl comes on to dance and begins making her way around the stage. She gets to me, stops, and sits on the ledge. I proceed to tuck one's into her thong when she stops me and says, "Save those. I'll be back out to get you." After obliging, I sit there still pretty hammered, dazed when The Dr. pops up and says that everyone is about to bail. I had my marching orders, so I elected to wait on the pretty girl. Now I'm the last man standing and she comes out and we head back in to the private area. After about 5 songs for the price of one (the dances were fun...) and me having insane amounts of bullshit come out of my mouth. She led me back to the main area where I realized that the club was getting ready to close up- shutting down clubs is something I take a great deal of pride in- where she told me to hang out while she went to change so we could go outside. I again obliged. So now I'm leaning against the wall in the strip club that is fully lit up with everyone cleaning up and shit when some large man asks me what the fuck I am doing inside. "Chillin..." I reply (pretty standard if you know me). He wasn't satisfied with that and asked me to leave. I obliged and waited about a minute or two outside for her, but began to feel like a chump so I jet... That was only the set up story, but the second part doesn't require as much detail... Fast forward about 2 months. The Dr. turned 25 on Monday after a 4 day trip to Hong Kong to visit his boy. Mondays are rough in LA but we had no choice but to make a go of it- 25 is a big fucking birthday... The four of us went to Winston's for a few drinks, and a lot of shots, and it was pretty fun but pretty mellow. We were gonna head to another bar, maybe Lubitch down the block, when someone dropped the bomb, "We should go to the strip club." In accordance with my unhealthy love for strip clubs, I was sold and my three drunk buddies didn't take much convincing. We got there, went in, I made my stop at the ATM, changed about $100, and sat down. Not more than 3 minutes after sitting down, I was greeted by a familiar face. She tried to pull me up to go for a few dances, but still skeptical from the last time, I refused and opted to hang for a bit. After a few dancers took there turn on stage, I ran into my hot stripper on the way to the bathroom and she coaxed me into the private area again- women can be very persuasive...After a few songs, and some healthy b.s. from yours truly, she told me, "You're going home with me." I obliged. I walked back out to the main area where I got a text telling me to go to the bar just down the street (no recollection of the name) and she would come meet me. I told the boys and we made our way down there. We order a round, and very happy to drink more alcohol, begin guzzling them down. I was pleasantly surprised when I looked up from my drink to see the same hot stripper standing in front of me in some sexy lil' sweats (I think most dudes will agree that look is fucking sexy). I told The Dr. Happy Birthday and we went to her car. On the way home we stopped at Rite Aide to grab some Vodka and she got about 20 scratch-off tickets. We got back to her place, she made us drinks, and proceeded to start cooking some orange chicken from Trader Joe's- I think I'm in love, but try to control myself. She brings some food over to my lazy, drunk ass, sprawled out on her couch watching TV, and we threw on The Notebook (say what you want, that movie is dope... plus every chick likes it so you WILL probably watch it at some point in your life). I actually woke up the next morning very rested. I am convinced it is because she has one of those tempurpedic mattresses... The fucked up thing about it is that she is cool as shit... She's also very sexy, and did I mention, she's a stripper, and both of those things help, but shorty is actually really chill. So, I can feel his Pain (get it...). I'm in love with a stripper and am not really sure how these things work out. But, I am pretty sure that the ride will be pretty fun, which is why she stayed at my place the next night... I'd better buckle up... I guess...

-Breeze

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