Posted in Uncategorized on May 23, 2012 by mattyfresh697400
I remember sometime around the late 80s when I was already years into being a hip-hop addict and my father asked me “Matthew, dont you think this hip-hop thing is just going to be here today gone tomorrow?” and I was like no way, this genre is here to stay”…of course I was only 12 years old so I doubt i actually used the word genre.
In any event hip hop has been around a long while now and with the passing of time songs that were new in 1992 are now 20 years old and some of those songs, in fact most of those songs are long forgotten. But every now and again the music gods smile on a super talented producer and a gifted MC and classics are born, classics that will still sound great 50 years later, classics that should NEVER EVER be touched.
So today as I am doing my daily scroll on Rap Radar or Spotify etc, I came across the latest single from Lupe Fiasco titled “Around My Way”
“When They Reminisce over you my god”
The beat dropped on his new single and within seconds so did my jaw….I swear it dropped all the way to the damn floor, I was appalled. Is it possible that my ears were deceiving me?…Lupe Fiasco has committed what I consider to be the cruelest form of music blasphemy. He not only sampled , but basically straight jacked what might be the greatest beat on perhaps what might be one of the all time GREATEST HIP HOP SONG of all TIME…..He Jacked “T.R.O.Y” also known as “Reminisce” by the legendary Pete Rock and CL Smooth. This song is such a timeless perfect classic, you simply do not touch this…EVER.
And Lupe being a real student of the game HAS to know better!!!!…..shame on you Lupe!!!
James Fauntleroy, No I.D., Common and Makeba Riddick, better known as Cocaine 80s, drop a new record called “Queen To Be.” These guys really know how to craft some amazing music, and this record is no different
I suspect that as time marches on most people will remember where they were when they heard the incredible news that the worlds most wanted man, Osama Bin Laden was dead!
Have Fun In Hell
Now without question you can ask anyone and I mean literally anyone where they were the morning of Tuesday September 11th 2001 and each person knows exactly where they were and what they were doing, and if you are talking to New Yorkers as I so often have, every person has a unique and fascinating story about that morning and the hours that followed. I myself was living on Christopher Street, barely a mile away from the World Trade Center. I unfortunately had a front row seat to the devastation as I watched both Towers fall with my very own eyes from the roof of my building. I along with 15 very scared neighbors watched for hours as the black smoke billowed against the crystal blue sky and eventually the black smoke got thicker and thicker and then the towers fell.
One of my first thoughts that morning as I made my way up to the roof was ” I wonder if the Yankee game will be cancelled tonight” of course I had zero indication this was a terrorist attack and no sense whatsoever at the magnitude of what I was witnessing, but something told me it was serious but really I was clueless , as we all were at first.
Well not only was the Yankee game not going to be played that night but in truth the entire world stopped that day and we were changed as a country forever!!
The days and weeks that followed were incredibly challenging for all Americans but for New Yorkers it was a whole other level. Within hours of the towers falling pictures of missing loved ones covered light posts and street signs, make shift memorials were everywhere, candle light vigils were a common occurrence for weeks. I recall the incredible somber mood during the Jewish High Holidays where at my synagogue there was not a dry eye in the house.
But America and our citizens are defined by their courage and resilience in the face of unfathomable challenges, and in the days that followed the attacks there was a patriotic unity that I had certainly never seen or felt in my lifetime and nothing the country had experienced since perhaps when John F. Kennedy was assassinated in 1963.
So of course on the night of September 11th there was no Yankee game and in fact there were no Major League Baseball games whatsoever for 8 days. What did Baseball really mean at a time of such unparalleled tragedy?
But 8 days later baseball did return and the national anthem that is played at the start of every game took on a new and profound meaning. On September 25th Baseball finally returned to New York and the Police Officers that patrol the stadium were finally being treated as the heroes they were, American flags were visible everywhere at the Stadium.
God Bless America
And as the month of September marched on and the baseball season slowly crept towards the post season, The defending World Series Champion New York Yankees were giving their fans and more importantly their wounded city, something to cheer about. If only for a few hours every night, the Yankees gave hope and distraction to 8 million grieving neighbors. And as the Yankees always do, they just kept winning and winning and before anyone knew it, it was mid October and the Yankees were on their way to the World Series, playing not just for their fans but for all New Yorkers (yes even you Met fans out there)
Now New York and the Yankees in particular often take plenty of flack from every other city out there (most likely because we are bigger and better) but that is a whole other post entirely. But for 10 days at the end of October and the start of November, the Yankees were truly Americas team!
The first two games of the 2001 World Series were in Arizona, (Arizona won both) so Game three was the first in New York and once again the eyes of the entire world were on New York. I have an uncanny ability to remember baseball games but the real historic highlight of this game came before the first batter even stepped in the box. On this night, The President of the United States would be throwing out the first pitch, this moment encapsulated all the things that make this country what it is in one symbolic moment; Strength, Pride, Resilience and Hope. George W. Bush might have a had a very tumultuous presidency but in October of 2001 , he was our leader and the entire country was unified in our support of him, nowhere was that more evident than in Yankee Stadium on that legendary evening.
As the President marched out to the mound , chest out, shoulders back, head held high , 55,000 screaming fans began to chant “USA, USA, USA” !!! I have never and will never see or feel anything like that again, but through our National Pastime, Baseball… it was clear that America can never be held down!
The next three nights the Yankee magic continued, Derek Jeter became Mr. November and Scott Brosius and Tino Martinez achieved the impossible (2 run HRs with two outs down by 2 on back to back nights) Now the Yankees might not have won the 2001 World Series but they did captivate a nation and helped lift up a city that desperately needed some Yankee Magic and the boys certainly delivered.
Fast Forward almost 10 years to this past Sunday night, when I saw the breaking news alert on CNN I could not believe my eyes! We actually got him! President Barack Obama authorized what seems to be one of the riskiest covert missions in our countries history and Osama Bin Laden was finally dead, pierced by the bullet of a brave American soldier. Just as it should be . America Never forgets!!
Monday morning I ran out to buy the paper because I wanted to save what in many ways is the bookend to the greatest tragedy in American History. The evil face of Osama Bin Laden covered the front page with the bold text reading : “WE GOT HIM”
I turned the paper over and was surprised that there was not another image of Bin Laden where the sports section would normally be, but instead of Osama there was an image from the Mets vs. Phillies game from Sunday night. As it turns out the Mets and Phillies were tied at 1-1 and the game went into extra innings and late into Sunday night and as thes rest of the country was glued to their TV sets trying to digest the incredible news, the fans at the Citizens Bank Ballpark in Philly were getting text message and facebook updates from friends and family. And then just like in 2001 the entire stadium erupted in chants of “USA, USA, USA”
Once again Baseball somehow has weaved itself into the fabric of American History!!
Justice
and on this night there were no Philly Fans and there were no Mets Fans…There were just Americans.
Matthews World 