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Got 'em runnin' scared, tryna catch up/57 Heinz Gregory the dance legend/make music I'm steppin' out at a major event/best dressed in attendance and I never left the house
The Big Easy-turned-Big Apple rapper is no newcomer, already having been signed with both classic NOLA labels, No Limit and Young Money/Cash Money Records. I first heard him sounding a lot like Lil' Wayne on the 2006 track "Where Da Cash At," a rather uninspired ode to pimpin'.
That was obviously an ill fit. After he and Weezy went their separate ways, he hustled on his own until he and former Roc-A-Fella Damon Dash started hanging out. Curren$y so roused him, Dame decided to resurrect the label and make "Pilot Talk," Curren$y's third studio album, its first release. Though Curren$y added the dollar sign to his moniker, he's now much more interested in gettin' high than runnin', uh, honeys.
His "This Ain't No Mixtape" was easily one of the best, and out West, most slept-on, rap releases of 2009. Playing with a "J.E.T.S.ons" theme (yes, a lifestyle mantra, "Just Enjoy This Shit"; yes, a riff on the cartoon; yes, I told you he likes the green), the album's production is spacey, breezy, and even a little jazzy. Pack Curren$y "The Hot Spitta's" easy southern drawl in, and "This Ain't No Mixtape" was so sticky hipsters and 'heads alike had trouble removing it from their iPods.
The Don Cannon-produced mixtape, "Smokee Robinson," dropped on the eve of the Saints' Super Bowl win and was downloaded 96,000 times in 14 hours. That portends well for the almost-completely Ski Beatz-produced "Pilot Talk" (Monsta Beatz and Nesby Phips contribute two minor-key, other-worldly beats for Spitta to snap on), a dreamy trip whose cloudy haze is cleared by Curren$y's easy lyrical flips.
And those Creative Control videos just keep comin', and comin' clean.
Follow Spitta's hilarious similes/metaphors on Twitter until "Pilot Talk" is released July 13th. It's Chex Cereal, indeed.
Here at LA Stereo, we like to lend our ears to good music from the far and wide regions of the world, but, we always like to show our local artists love. Meet JimiJames aka Rah Rah Girl, a singer-songwriter born and bred right here in Los Angeles or according to her Myspace page, "Los Jankymess," a play on her latest album So Janky. She describes her sound as Gritti-pop—popular music that is “sexy, funky, edgy, uninhibited.” I have been listening to her for over a year now, and I can tell she has so much fun with her music. She can go from sultry to sassy in a millisecond all while keeping her cool.
Visit Myspace.com/RahRahGirl
A couple days ago, a cool/smart friend hipped to this new group called, King Fantastic. He told me to check em out and give my honest my opinion. When I downloaded the album, I was blown away, My ears were pleased to hear something NEW & FRESH!
KING FANTASTIC = Reese One (of Bleu Collar) & Troublemaker (Producer/DJ)
Now, King Fantastic's album is called "Finger Snaps & Gun Claps", but can best be described as Westcoastsynthesizerbeachbumgangstermusic - the stand out track. After a few listens to the project you can get a vibe of a very distinct LA, one that fuses the electro/hiphop/party/dance.
This album is for those people that appreciate a new sound, looking for a descriptive outlook on the Los Angeles lifestyle. As expansive LA is will be a direct influence on how contrasting this album is. But enough of me talking my side, take a few minutes to download the project and check out their store, they got some crazy exclusives, packaging, & memorabilia.
PLEASE VISIT ---> www.KingFantastic.com
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“I don’t have to be the center of attention, but I like to be a part of the action.”
As a drummer, producer, and DJ, J1 is not only just a part of the action; he’s usually creating the action.
From teaching himself how to play the drums in his hometown of Cleveland to linking up with some of the most progressive musicians on the funkscape of his adopted city of Los Angeles, J1 demonstrates himself dedicated, passionate, and, in his words, “straight to the point.”
While living in San Francisco, J1 visited L.A. and happened upon the now-legendary Do Over party, where he found himself surrounded by many of the very people, such as DJs House Shoes and Aloe Blacc, he respected most. That, combined with the Eden-like weather, sealed him, and he decided right then and there to move.
It proved to be a wise snap decision, indeed. In his three short years since relocating, J1 has become affiliated with Shafiq Husayn’s En’AFreeKa Ensemble as well as Animal Kingdom. He’s released several beat tapes and podcasts through Heavyweight Production House (HVW8), including “Attack of The Deer” and “The You Tube EP.” After a completely improvised Super Session at HVW8 Art + Design Gallery, Master Blazter, comprised of Computer Jay, Dam Funk, and J1, has grown to be one of the foremost bands on the funk/soul/boogie scene. Expect solo releases, as well as a break beat album, from J1’s 2010.
His artistic integrity and resolute work ethic account for much of his recent success. By applying that same approach to every collaborative venture, J1 helps artists realize their visions while staying true to himself and the funk. Quietly observant and keenly focused, he’s always at the eye of the storm of people having a good time.
Girls like Lee Shaner. Girls like Intuition. Girls like rappers. One of the above has to fit the crossword puzzle I’m mentally working as I sit across from Lee Shaner, a.k.a. Intuition, a.k.a. rapper, in a booth in Silverlake diner Brite Spot. He’s asked me to write an artist bio for him, and is telling me lots of strategic stories (his words, not mine), but I’m not listening.
Until he finishes the thought: “People that listen to my music will know more about me than they would ever know about me by my talking to them.” And I get it. Girls like Intuition because he appeals to their deepest, junior-high-school day-dreamiest, selves: He writes songs for them.
Granted, the song might be the jingly-jangly, country-tinged, Main Ingredient-sampling “Lonely,” an ode to the girl(s?) who never refuses his late-night invitation to offer ministrations, but you gotta give him a little credit for honesty. He’s not trying to pull anything but their shirts over their eyes.
Girls love a challenge, though, and songs like that serve only to re-up their efforts to wrestle the slightly jaded, rambler-by-birth Intuition to a commitment. Born in Texas, the Air Force landed his family in the North Pole shortly thereafter, and he couldn’t wait to get out. “There are no shows in Alaska. Not just no rap shows. The three concerts I went to in Alaska were Weird Al, Los Lobos, and Great White.”
He chose the diametric opposite, of course, when he made his escape. He knew he’d live somewhere in Southern California, and by 2000 he found his way to Pomona. He gorged on the shows he’d been missing growing up, and gained a reputation in the ciphers that broke out between acts.
In 2003, Intuition was living in Santa Barbara, and had dropped off copies of his demo in a record store with instructions for the employees to give a copy to anybody who came in and bought “some underground shit.” Mark Pawlak, better known as Equalibrum, Intuition’s primary producer, was one recipient. He liked the demo, and the first time they met, Intuition told him, “Yo, we should make an album- we’re gonna be famous.”
Something worked with the pairing, or “musical fucking soul brothers”- Lee had been trying for a year and a half to book a show in Santa Barbara, and within two weeks of meeting Mark, got his first.
He started writing “Girls Like Me” two years ago, when he moved to Los Angeles. While his first album, “Stories About Nothing” relied heavily on inspired fabrication, “there’s not a single lie on ‘Girls Like Me.’ If someone doesn’t like this album, that person won’t like me.”
Besides being forthright, the album reflects Intuition’s ethic: work smarter, not harder. He writes for a reason, and that conservation of energy produces lean records ready to pounce. His rhymes and vocal control are meticulous; even his relaxed flow on the “Al Bundy” and “Don’t Try” hooks is deliberately so. “I have a tattoo of a brain over my heart. Is [my] heart my brain; do I only think with logic? Do I even have a heart?”
“Girls Like Me” is indeed why girls (and guys, grudgingly or admiringly) like Intuition. And plenty of them are praying he not only has a heart, but that it’ll be theirs. I imagine he’ll loan it out, at least for the night.
Intuition's record release party for "Girls Like Me" is tonight at Low End Theory. Change up the game and go hit on him on MySpace or Twitter.
The President is charming, even from a distance. He approaches our little press junket striding as easily and confidently across the parking lot of Randy’s Donuts as if it’s the South Lawn’s grassy expanse and he’s just stepped off the Marine One helicopter. Suddenly, it seems plausible that he made the last-minute change from our original destination, In-N-Out, to Randy’s in an effort to duck a gaggle of groupies.
After all, it made sense that he’d suggested In-N-Out, despite the fact that he’s newly stopped eating beef (“It was makin’ me feel slow”). His next, and last free, project is entitled “Animal Style,” a slight nod to In-N-Out’s secret dish of fries swimming in Thousand Island dressing, cheese, and grilled onions. Though El Prez has been around earning his name since the early 2000s, he’s still not listed on the main menu. You gotta be in the know to ask for the good stuff.
That’s all about to change, however. “My main focus with “Animal Style” was to make sure it beat in the truck, and I could perform every song. I’ve never had that…everything was dark or slow; I wanted some shit you ‘throw ya hands up!’ to. I felt like people weren’t respecting my live show.”
De Andre Harvey, better known to his constituents as “El Prez,” will get a chance to test out his new tactic soon: He’s the first act listed on one of the first highly-anticipated concerts of the new year, “Leaders of the New Cool.” Diplomatically, El Prez doesn’t just robotically recite, but details the other acts in depth.
No surprise, really, when he elaborates on his peace policy. “Most of us get along. We have our scene, but we got Glasses Malone, Bishop Lamont, Jay Rock, Nipsey Hussle, the more mainstream; they fuck with everybody. I know all of them, real good dudes, helped me out a bunch of times. My homegirl is one of The Bangs; couple of them jerk cats fuck with couple people I know. All of our scenes are together. Our little rivalries are off record, cause I don’t want people thinking we not united on this. The more everybody sticks together, the more everybody comes up. A lot of these fans like ALL the artists, so why you trying to make them pick a side?”
He can’t confirm Curren$y, the Big Easy-gone-Big Apple rapper, on the “New Cool” bill. But “be real, probably the one artist I look forward to hearing right now is Curren$y. I’m a weed-smokin’ rapper; I like clothes….my regular background is a retail stylist and merchandiser.” “I saw you modeled,” I interject. “Where’d you see me model?” El Prez asks, and his tone is such that I expect those groupies to materialize out of thin air.
It’s in these moments that El Prez radiates Southern charm on par with another president, Bill Clinton, but he was born and bred in Inglewood, CA. Being a mixed family (his mother is white; father, black) living in the ‘hood was heightened reality enough, but they were living off Florence and Normandie during the riots of ’92. “I remember when what you see in the movies was real life…I think all that helps me be the person I am because I never wanted to be that. I always strived to be different, do better…but you can’t forget, you can’t think of yourself better than your people and where you come from.”
While that humility seems innate, it’s also been hard earned. I ask about his business savvy. “Shit, I done did everything wrong. For example, putting a record out. We was straight from the Pro Tools, got an external cd player, burn it on the cd, write [on it] with a Sharpie, stand in front of 7-11 across from our college [Cal State Northridge], slangin’ cds, five dollars. I ain’t even have no case half the time! I’m not checking the cds so people was gettin’ blank cds; track listing would be wrong. Be prepared, ‘cause this is your first impression. Some people may get that [first] cd from you, and they run into you again, and I might have a whole package now- shrink wrapped cd case, [I’m] comin’ at you the right way, dope music- and you ain’t gon’ give it the time of day, cause you remember, ‘I got this cd from this dude named El Prez, and it ain’t even have the music on the cd!’ That shit goes a looooong way.”
Although his dad worked in multimedia at EMI Capital and presciently warned him of the disappearance of the golden-ticket label deal, he “never had the connections of an older person schoolin’” him. Prez was out on his own, using the fact that he “used to be a little nerd and shit” to study others’ game. “I used to run with a couple of cutthroat homies from Project Blowed, and they would just crash your stage. These motherfuckers would take a cordless mic with transmitter, and just be buggin’ the promoter, and whether he say yeah or no, it’s a little break in that show? Oh, they on there, and they rock it so hard, you can’t stop it!
We used to play games like Lyrical Knockout. You could direct a verse at anybody, and if that person doesn’t, in enough time, direct somethin’ right back at you, he out. It causes you to think on your toes, [instead of] ‘I got these four lines Ima say when it come back around.’ I consider myself an MC, and [that means] ‘move the crowd,’ ‘master of ceremonies’…a lot of people these days don’t do that, and that’s kinda [why] the culture suffers as a whole, cause you not takin’ it back to where it started.”
In 2005-06, El Prez was in a group called The Empire, and after pressing up cds, his partner dropped out. By himself, Prez got the record on the shelves at many major outlets- Tower, Best Buy, Amoeba. As excited as he was to see his record in the same bin as Eric B & Rakim, many copies went unsold. “I wasted all that money, and just at this time the Internet started to pop. I just hopped on the train at the right stop. I have that street mentality of pushin’ a record, but I also have this sensibility on how to take as much advantage of the Internet as I can. Can’t nobody name [The Empire] album, but everybody can name that “Prezanomics,” or [the video for] ‘Uaintuponthis!’”
As any PR-polished representative of a new school of thought, El Prez is optimistic about the future for not just him, but the whole city. “This new scene is totally different from what you expect L.A. to be. And that’s what I love about it the most, it’s changing the perception [that] all of us out here gangbang and wear khakis and Chucks. We do intelligent, different music. Not the West Coast g-funk music you used to.”
As for the state of hip-hip on a national level, Prez is actually happy the game has entered a recession. By the late 90s, hip hop, led by Pied Piper Diddy, was parading gold-dripping wrists and a glittering smile, attracting everybody on the block who ever accidentally created a couplet. But “now you can’t make no fucking money. A lot of the drug dealers, a lot of the n*ggas who didn’t want to get no 9-to-5, who just wanted to be famous, they getting out of the game. The people who are still bein’ creative and resilient are still gon’ be here, and they gonna end up shinin’. You getting all the people half-assin’ shit out.”
It’s rare, and refreshing, for such a public figure to speak so candidly. Then again, I suspect this is why El Prez has gained the reputation he has; people always know where they stand with him. That, and there’s no red tape, no hoops to jump through, when it comes to reaching him.
“I’m always politicking…in a good way. If I got a connect, you got a connect. Now if you do me dirty, or if I need something and you ain’t trying to fuck with me, that’s a lesson learned. But I’m not gonna act like you. They can call Prez if they need some help; they know that, from the young to the old.”
Spoken like a man who’s on his way to making the history books.
El Prez drops “Animal Style” President’s Day, Febuary 15. Catch him live next Tuesday at the “Leaders of the New Cool” concert at Echoplex, or hit him up online on MySpace and Twitter.
Sirah
Sirah is not new to rap... or music... or most things for that matter. And while statements like that are debatable, her survival is not. A rehabilitated drug abuser, Sirah actively participates in guiding the misguided using her stories for navigation. Possibly her best medium to do so is her music. Experimental isn't a fair word to describe it. And no she's not a freak-straight-out-of-comic-books-Lady-Gaga-out-there. But she's neither tame or talentless. She's been a regular on the hip hop and poetry scene, attending and participating in such events as the Spliff and Da' Poetry Lounge. And she as recently as this year had a record release party at the Knitting Factory for her album "Smile, You Have Teeth." Sirah may be a native New Yorker but she is distinguishable and inseparable from the L.A. scene.
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