When I’m watching a sporting event at home I sit on a couch during the national anthem. Sometimes I stand to go use the bathroom. Most of the time I watch something else until the game starts. I know the song is playing, but it’s on a different channel. Does the mere knowledge that the national anthem is playing somewhere require some sort of action?
If you camped outside the house of a pro-stander (or anti-sitter) and played the song continuously would they never sit down?
If you did the same thing at the home of a pro-sitter (or anti-stander), would they never stand up?
If the song is performed acapella using sign language in a forest, does it make a sound?
Some suburb in MN—Rapper Steven Anderson decided over the weekend to mention his 5 7/8″ long reproductive organ on his newest track, tentatively titled My Penis is Right In Line With The American Average.
“For the opening line, which can make or break a hip-hop song, I was thinking something along the lines of ‘My five and seven eighths/always satiates.’ It drops right in with the beat, and people will be like ‘What? That’s not very big. But it’s not little either.’ I’m not married to the idea, though,” Anderson said from his Toyota Camry.
In hip-hop tradition, when a membrum virile is mentioned, it is generally for the purpose of revealing great size, as well as giving a mention to the owner’s dexterity and control over the piece of anatomy, a fact not lost on Steven.
“Not everyone is hung like a goddam horse, alright? It’s just how it works,” he said. “I’ve got this weener, like most guys, and it’s just your basic weener, nothing more, nothing less, and I want people to know that.”
The reference to the mid-level junk, which is nothing to write home about, was finally given the go-ahead by Anderson after a late-night writing session in which he wrestled with the idea of whether or not people would like to hear music about his in-no-way-out-of-the-ordinary dong.
When asked if the size of his log might attract ridicule from rival rappers, or the fact that he drives a Camry, rents a middle-unit townhouse, and holds a day job in data entry, Anderson responded: “You know what? I’m just a normal person with no defining qualities, and I don’t think it’s a point of shame. The fact of the matter is, today’s average American penis doesn’t get a lot of clock in hip-hop. But the very fact that it’s not special, that makes it special among the masses, because there are millions of men just like me, and they’ll buy into this. No one makes fun of a guy for being 5’10”. That’s average. Besides, I make up for it in other ways, if you know what I mean.”
When told “No, I don’t know what you mean, please elaborate,” Steven ended the interview.
Women are alright in my book. I used to live inside of one.
Yesterday was International Women’s Day, and we’re going to keep the party raging, all weekend if necessary.
These are just a few songs I’ve been listening to a lot lately. All the singers are gals.
Wild Belle—It’s Too Late. It’s reggae-y.
Little Daylight—Overdose. It’s electronic-y.
Arcade Fire—Sprawl II (Mountains Beyond Mountains)
The third installment (here’s Volume 1, and Volume 2) of an ongoing symposium aimed at helping those not familiar with, and/or intimidated by, rap/hip hop music. It’s simple: I present the original lyric, and then offer up a cleaner, easier to understand alternative. Let us begin.
Lyric: I’m star studded/You muh-f*ckas not gon’ be able to cut it/Listen, b*tch, I’m a tough act to follow/Suck my d*ck and here’s a n*ts*ck to swallow -Mad Child of the group Swollen Members, from the song Watch This
Translation: I embody the physical properties of a giant burning ball of gas/You people who engage in sexual intercourse with the woman who gave birth to you are not up to snuff/Hear ye, woman who I respect no more than a female dog, it will be a formidable task to put together a performance superior to the one I have just displayed/Place my phallus in your mouth, and when you are done with that, begin work on my scrotum
Lyric: I never gave props to MC’s who don’t deserve it/Never smoked rocks, never had guts to serve it/Never had a glock, never seemed to be worth it/Never had I thought life was gonna be perfect -Spawn, formerly of Atmosphere, on the song Multiples
Translation: If I find the work of my colleagues in the rap wing of the music industry leaving something to be desired, I will not acknowledge their efforts with praise of any kind/I’ve always been a bit wary, and yes, afraid of hardcore street drugs/Owning a firearm with the potential to harm others has always seemed immature and trivial to me/I have no misconceptions about my place in this world – I know that things can and will go wrong at times, and it is up to me to be responsible enough to deal with these situations as best I can when they arrive
Lyric: Basketball is my favorite sport/I like the way they dribble up and down the court/Just like I’m the king on the microphone, so is Dr. J and Moses Malone/I like slam-dunks, take me to the hoop/My favorite play is the alley-oop -Kurtis Blow, Basketball
Translation: There are manifold ramifications to the choices we as a country must make at this juncture. For instance, while tensions with those pinko commie bastards run high (this song was written in the early eighties), we ourselves must not overcompensate by becoming a bunch of Ayn Rand-ian Objectivist a**holes. Therefore, let’s enjoy the game of basketball.
Lyric: I don’t have no trouble with you f***ing me/But I have a little problem wit you not f***ing me/Baby you know I’m gonna take care of you/Cause you say you got my baby, and I know it ain’t true -Ol’ Dirty Bastard, from Baby I Got Your Money
Translation: I would have no objection if you chose to engage in coitus with me/Although, if you were to decide against it, I would be somewhat vexed/Girl, I have the resources to support you physically and financially*/You claim to be carrying my offspring, but I know for a fact that you are lying
*Editor’s note – “take care of you,” in the arena of rap and hip hop, can also imply the threat of manslaughter, which could be applicable in the case of this lyric, due to the accusation that the woman is lying about being pregnant with Mr. Bastard’s child.
Lyric: I got the golden egg plus the goose/80 proof Absolut mixed with cranberry fruit juice, ginseng boost/I got your neck in a noose -RZA of the Wu-Tang Clan, from the song Reunited
Translation: I have harnessed great wealth, as well as the means to ensure more of it in the future/By partaking in this potent alcohol and berry blend, with the added invigoration of a stimulating plant root/I feel as though I am capable of anything, up to and including physically dominating you
Greetings. This is a guide for people who don’t understand rap lyrics. One or two people seemed to enjoy the first volume, so here’s round two.
Lyric: “Cruisin’ down the street in my six fo’/Jockin the b*tches, slappin’ the hoes/went to the park to get the scoop/knuckleheads out there cold shootin’ some hoop.” -Eazy E, Boyz-n-the-Hood
Translation: “Driving down the government-funded roadway in my 1964 Chevrolet Impala/I was flirting with females that I found sexually attractive, and using physical violence against promiscuous women for whom I harbor no respect/I then proceeded to the public area set aside for recreation and relaxation, to see if anything interesting was happening, or if any thought-provoking gossip was to be had/The only notable occurence was a bunch of local idiots playing a game of basketball.”
Lyric: (Puff Daddy) “Mase can you please stop smoking La-La?” (Mase) “Puff, why try, I’m a thug, I’ma die high.” -Puff Daddy (featuring Mase), from Can’t Nobody Hold Me Down
Translation: (Puff Daddy) “Mase, I am imploring you to cease the inhalation of this mildy intoxicating chemical.” (Mase) “Puff, is it really worth the effort? The life I live is a depraved tapestry of liquor, thievery, and buffoonery. I fear that I have lost control, and that these actions will inevitably lead to my untimely demise.”
Lyric: “WHAAAAAAAAT?!???!!!? OOOOOKKKAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYY!!!!” -Lil Jon, from every song he’s ever done
Translation: “Due to intellectual shortcomings, my own inherent laziness, and lack of forsight, I have unwittingly pigeonholed myself into an inescapable black hole of creative bankuptcy that has reduced me to a mere caricature of myself.”
Lyric: “We got Magnum Brown, Shoothki, Valoothki/Super-calafraga-hestik-alagoothki/You can put that in ya don’t know what I said book/Took-look-yuk-duk-wuk.” -Flavor Flav of Public Enemy, from Cold Lampin’ With Flavor
Lyric: “I’m a freak/I like the girls with the boom/I once got busy in a Burger King bathroom.” -Digital Underground, The Humpty Dance
Translation: “I have sexual quirks that are perceived as odd or disturbing compared to “traditional” ways of intercourse/I like a woman with added heft to her girth/I once copulated in the washroom of a popular fast food establishment.”
Blong (Blog Song). Some rap music. Ghetto Supastar. It’s pretty much about my life.
Man, look at that little calendar on the right hand side there. It’s fillin’ up pretty good. We’ve got a couple of things comin’ down the pipe before Shlogust wraps up. Until then, here’s a weird music video. Four Tet – No More Mosquitoes.
Well, here we are. Shlogust 17th. The Dog Days of Shlogust are officially upon us. Yet again, I didn’t really prepare anything. On this day in 1959, Kind of Blue by Miles Davis came out. So I guess go listen to that.