Here is a blast from the past. 1998! It was a year saddened by the death of Pac and Biggie. They were both deceased but they had classics out (Makaveli and Life After Death). It was also a huge year in hip-hop. No Limit Records was taking over the game, Outkast had recently dropped Atliens and came out with Acquemini, DMX dropped his second album, N.O.R.E. dropped his only classic, Lauren hit us with Miseducation, and Black Star changed the game with their only album (I'm so mad about this).
Here is a comment from my Facebook page:
best song of '98... "u keep yo body clean, ha?"
now that's some blog-worthy musack. ;-p
From the description of the albums out in 1998. Is the above bolded statement true or false? Also feel free to yap about 1998 albums in general. I'm still deciding what my fave is.
-Slimster
4 comments:
better no limit:
http://www.dailymotion.com/video/xtg8t_young-bleed-how-you-do-dat_music
my vote is aquemeni though
Plz pardon my virgin-ness to the hip hop blog mic, but I gotta comment on this one, 'specially since I dubbed "Ha" the best of 1998.
Most of that was tongue in cheek-ness, but the comment was born from an intense moment of longing for music authenticity.
Some might say that "Ha" is anything but authentic hip hop, but I beg to differ. What is hip hop, but the realness of life experience set to beat? When I was in HS hearing Juvi's tunes at our little after-game gym parties, I was in my element. So was everyone else around me. We were hearing what we saw every day: all the spirit and chagrin of "the bottom" rolled into one intoxicating beat. It was the type of music that made even the "thugs" break it down on the dance floor. And even the "big bone-ded" kids would be doing all sorts of (otherwise impossible) acrobatics when that Cash Money beat came on. Nobody was holding up the wall when Juvi came on. That alone, makes for good music.
Nobody outside of Louisiana understood that down-South N.O. accent, either; and that was like some secret code of knowledge that we all shared. It was beautiful! Add in a few ha bru's and you-heard-me's, and it was like Southern Louisiana morse code. Loved it.
So bam! Ha = best of 1998. U heard me?!
pgrey:
i like what you have to say; "When I was in HS hearing Juvi's tunes at our little after-game gym parties, I was in my element. So was everyone else around me. We were hearing what we saw every day: all the spirit and chagrin of "the bottom" rolled into one intoxicating beat. It was the type of music that made even the "thugs" break it down on the dance floor. And even the "big bone-ded" kids would be doing all sorts of (otherwise impossible) acrobatics when that Cash Money beat came on."
Andre3000 had the same idea:
....a li'l spot where
young men & young women go to experience
they first li'l taste of the nightlife
Me? Well I've never been there, well perhaps once
But I was so engulfed in the Old "E"
I never made it to the door you speak of hard core
while the DJ sweatin' out all the problems
and the troubles of the day
While this fine bow-legged girl fine as all outdoors
lulls lukewarm lullabies in your left ear
competing with "Set it Off," in the right
But it all blends perfectly let the liquor tell it
"Hey hey look baby they playin' our song"...
damn, damn, damn, damn, those were the days. i will note, however, that outkast uses introspection and critical examination of reality, whereas cash money simply expresses reality. in my view this makes outkast superior and the best of '98
wait a minute. didn't I have some kind of new-asshole-ripping response to this post?? I could have sworn I shook my literary fist at the heavens in disgust. i guess i just thought about all the terrible ways i wanted to erase juvenile from my memory and the world, but got too lazy to write. sigh.
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