![]() Minutemen, “Do You Want New Wave Or Do You Want the Truth?” “How many MCs must get dissed, before somebody says don’t fuck with Kris?” (in fact, the curse is bleeped, which is kinda cute) And: “Rap is like a set-up / A lot of games / A lot of suckers with colorful names / I’m so-and-so / I’m this, I’m that / But they’re all just wick-wick-wack.” (Yeah, the wick-wick-wack sampled by the Beasties.) It ends with a triumphant - but, from the vantage of decades in the future, elegiac - “Fresh! For ‘88! You suckers!”Ħ. One of those amazing, long-versed flights of braggin g - pointed and wicked but playful. KRS-ONE, coming back after the death of his DJ, Scott LaRock. I’m gonna take your pain.” And the general theme is, “I’m gonna punch your ex repeatedly.” She calls her a sale chipie de petite soeur (dirty bitch of a little sister), and cette incrustée, which the lyrics page says means “that gatecrasher,” but Google says means “encrusted” - so I imagine there’s a more direct, and possibly poetic, translation.ĥ. Ta Douleur means “your pain.” The first verse, translated, is: “Wake up, it’s been decided - I’m taking your place. “Don’t be afraid to drive the nail in the wood,” goes an oddly surreal go-get-’em! lyric, “and drink the water that t-t-tastes so good.” I met Rick Nielsen when I was fourteen - I was waiting outside the theater before the show - and requested this, and he looked at me weird. ![]() (and P.S., the song is real-life amazing, not ha-ha freaky). It’s like the song the red-leather-clad Dirk Diggler sings in Boogie Nights, but real. “Last night, I went out with Tony / He had on so much gold / But it was phony.”įrom the soundtrack of the cheesy animated sci-fi movie Heavy Metal, this is such a full-guns karate-training-montage song from an ’80s tune it’s ridiculous. The song’s attitude is - as the children used to say, fierce - a stellar fuck-off track. Three sisters from the Bronx put this band together in the early ’80s, ran around the margins between the punk/no-wave and rap music universes - they opened for Johnny Rotten’s Public Image, Limited, at the Ritz - the tour where Lydon played behind a screen, and the audience booed, then rioted. “Every step is moving me up,” is the refrain. This song is spare, haunting, and, on some weird intangible level, funky. Arthur Russell, “This Is How We Walk on the Moon”Īrthur was a gay dude from Iowa, a cello player, with a face pocked with acne scars he moved to New York in the old gritty days, and made oddball indie disco and country records. There’s a strange quality to all the boasting songs, though: good-heartedness, kind-spiritedness, happiness.ġ. When I looked at the list, I realized I’d put all these boasting, large-egoed vociferations on there. I started out trying to put together a mix that expressed, and engendered, hope, in peculiar forms. Sign up for our newsletter to get submission announcements and stay on top of our best work.
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