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████████████████░ ░ ░█████████▀ Total Tracks: 18
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│ TrackListings │░
│ ·───────────────· │░
│ - CD1 [ ] │░
│ - [ ] │░
│ 01 - Sugarhill Gang - Rappers Delight [07:10] │░
│ 02 - Grandmaster Flash - Adventures Of Grandma [07:06] │░
│ 03 - The Sequence - And You Know That [06:36] │░
│ 04 - Grandmaster Flash & The Furious Five - Wh [07:38] │░
│ 05 - Kevie Kev (Waterbed Kev) - All Night Long [06:06] │░
│ 06 - Grandmaster Flash & The Furious Five - It [05:01] │░
│ 07 - Funky Four Plus One - That's The Joint [09:20] │░
│ 08 - Spoonie Gee & The Sequence - Monster Jam [08:50] │░
│ 09 - West Street Mob - Breakdance (Electric Bo [05:09] │░
│ - [ ] │░
│ - CD2 [ ] │░
│ - [ ] │░
│ 01 - The Sequence - Funk You Up [10:54] │░
│ 02 - Sugarhill Gang - Apache [06:12] │░
│ 03 - Super-Wolf - Super Wolf Can Do It [06:21] │░
│ 04 - Treacherous 3 - Yes We Can-Can [06:57] │░
│ 05 - Reggie Griffin - Mirda Rock [07:20] │░
│ 06 - Busy Bee - Making Cash Money [06:35] │░
│ 07 - Grandmaster Flash & The Furious Five - It [04:57] │░
│ 08 - Crash Crew - Breaking Bells (Take Me To T [07:22] │░
│ 09 - Lady B - To The Beat YÆall [05:20] │░
│ │░
└────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────┘░
Release Info
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│ Subtitle │░
│ B-Boy Classics & Essential Blockparty Breaks │░
│ │░
│ 2CDs of the phattest hip hop, rap, disco and funk jams │░
│ from the biggest block party legends. Prepare to go back, │░
│ way back, back into time... │░
│ │░
│ Includes a unique commentary on a historic time in hip hop │░
│ culture: │░
│ Come in, young homie, come in. Sit down. ItÆs good ta see │░
│ ya. It ainÆt often that a young face like you brightens up │░
│ this place. The family donÆt come round so much now, all │░
│ scattered from out of The Bronx now û some on the West │░
│ Coast, Atlanta, London England, even in Japan. And I heard │░
│ my great nephews in South Africa been keeping the vibe │░
│ alive, bless them. So I donÆt see so much of them. │░
│ │░
│ You wrote me a letter? I never got it. They steal │░
│ everything from me in here, the muthas. The South Bronx │░
│ Caring Home For Retired Breakbeats they call this place. │░
│ Caring? You coulda fooled me. If it wasnÆt for Nurse Betty │░
│ over there, I swear IÆd go crazy. SheÆs the best in here. │░
│ Knows how to look after an old fella in the bath, yÆknow? │░
│ IÆll see if I can get you a 20oz malt liquor off her for │░
│ you in a minute. Hey Betty, can I have a tea and a malt │░
│ for ma friend here? Did she heard me? I donÆt know. │░
│ │░
│ Oh yeah, the letter. I never got it. Did I say that │░
│ already? So what was in it û a check? Oh, only some │░
│ questions. Hah, IÆd have preferred dollars, or some Oreo │░
│ cookies. Gin woulda been nice. Now what is it you want to │░
│ know? All about the Old Skool, I betcha. You young folk │░
│ always wanna hear what funky rap music was all about │░
│ before they started ruining it with real musical │░
│ instruments and little squeaky kids pretending to be │░
│ gangstas. OK, IÆll tell ya. │░
│ │░
│ I used to live up in a housing project up here in the │░
│ Bronx. Nasty place. Pee in the hall, elevator didnÆt work; │░
│ people didnÆt work either û couldnÆt get any. But there │░
│ wasnÆt no crack then, so it wasnÆt as bad as it gets │░
│ today. For a long time I was just sat in a record stack in │░
│ the living room and I always got passed over because my │░
│ owner had got into jazz. He thought I was kinda, what can │░
│ I say . . . unsophisticated. If heÆd have played me IÆd │░
│ have told him what I thought of him, but I never got the │░
│ chance. YÆsee, really I was sophisticated. My funky beat │░
│ grew out of R&B and soul, with a dash of jazz thrown in. I │░
│ mean, compared to the stuff I was hearing coming in on the │░
│ radio, thump, thump, thump, thump, ôI feel love, I feel │░
│ loveö, well, I was like Beethoven compared to banjos, │░
│ yÆknow what IÆm sayinÆ? │░
│ │░
│ Yeah, it was the disco era, back then, mid-70s. And I │░
│ still get upset about what they did to the fine funky │░
│ black music that I was a part of. It was no wonder I │░
│ couldnÆt get played. I was just too earthy and real for │░
│ the era. But I wasnÆt the only one. In fact, in the middle │░
│ of the 1970s I was hearing something new û new to me, │░
│ anyhow. Lot of Jamaicans had moved onto the block and │░
│ suddenly I was hearing their music all over the place. And │░
│ they didnÆt hold with no disco. They had their own thing │░
│ going on. Roots they called it, although it sounded more │░
│ like reggae to me. TheyÆd set up a big sound system to │░
│ play it through and the DJ would talk all over the │░
│ records. CouldnÆt figure it out at first, but after a │░
│ while it started to make sense. │░
│ │░
│ Are you following me, homie? Yes? Ah, here comes Betty │░
│ with the tea. Mmm, thatÆs better. Hey Betty, whereÆs that │░
│ wassup for my friend here? Huh, looks like you gotta wait │░
│ for your beer. │░
│ │░
│ Now where was I? Yeah, then these Jamaican dudes started │░
│ getting together with some of the brothers who had been │░
│ growing up on the block for years and they started getting │░
│ into some funky beats together at parties. One of these │░
│ brothers was a cousin of the guy that owned me. And he │░
│ came to see my owner and started talking about music and │░
│ next thing I know, my owner was going: ôAh, yeah, you kids │░
│ think you know all about funky music but you ainÆt heard │░
│ nothing.ö And he got me and my brothers up there in his │░
│ arms and began flicking through us and hell yes, I finally │░
│ got played. │░
│ │░
│ Even if I say so myself, I still sounded pretty damn funky │░
│ and fine. And the young kid dug me, you understand, and my │░
│ owner, well, I couldnÆt believe what he was sayinÆ. He was │░
│ tellinÆ this kid that I was a fantastic tune that deserved │░
│ to be a big big hit and that heÆd always loved me. The │░
│ lyinÆ S.O.B! If he loved me so bad, why didnÆt he play me │░
│ instead of dissinÆ me by leaving me in the stack for years │░
│ gathering dust? Even today, you can tell I still get │░
│ choked. │░
│ Well this kid was really rocking to my beats and suddenly │░
│ he did something I never saw before. He rolled back the │░
│ rug and started squirming around on the lino, making │░
│ shapes and turning over and over. And when he heard my │░
│ cowbell ring during my breakdown, he flipped up and spun │░
│ on his head. │░
│ I thought he was having a medical emergency. │░
│ My owner didnÆt call 911 though. He was laughing fit to │░
│ bust and saying that you wouldnÆt catch him trying │░
│ anything like that. But he said he could see how much the │░
│ kid had dug me, and he handed me right over to him. │░
│ I told you my old owner didnÆt really dig me at all. │░
│ │░
│ My new owner was different. Da kid dug me so bad that I │░
│ was a bit afraid about it. His hands were sweaty from all │░
│ that exertion and he clutched me so close to his chest │░
│ that I could feel his heart pumpinÆ beneath his skinny │░
│ ribs. He was so hot, I was afraid IÆd warp. But I neednÆt │░
│ have worried. He took me back to his apartment and │░
│ carefully put me in his crate alongside some guys who │░
│ turned out to be old friends. There was the Incredible │░
│ Bongo BandÆs æApacheÆ, The JBsÆ æPass The PeasÆ, The │░
│ OÆJaysÆ æFor The Love Of MoneyÆ, and a whole lot more of │░
│ the old crew. We had quite a reunion in there, ah yeah. │░
│ │░
│ I told my new good buddies that it was good to be back │░
│ among people who would play and appreciate me, but the │░
│ mood changed the moment I said it. In fact one guy, Funky │░
│ Drummer, said I was in for a shock. │░
│ Hold on a minute, I gotta go pee. Bladder isnÆt what it │░
│ was, you know. I swear they put something in that tea. │░
│ │░
│ ThatÆs better. What was I sayinÆ? Yes, now, it wasnÆt long │░
│ before the crate I was in got shifted out into the cold │░
│ night air for a party. Funny kinda event it was too. Huge │░
│ speakers and a coupla decks. Flat, hard floor. Place │░
│ filled up fast though and pretty soon everyone was doing │░
│ the rolling on the floor dance, æbreakdancingÆ the called │░
│ it. I didnÆt know why. Other people talked over the │░
│ records from time to time in party rhyme, just like those │░
│ Jamaican youths did, but in an American accent. │░
│ │░
│ I got dug out of the crate right at the point where the │░
│ party was rockinÆ at its peak. But when the kid cued me │░
│ up, he got it all wrong. Instead of putting me on for my │░
│ fine and funky horns intro and that superslick guitar lick │░
│ that brought in my main tune, he stuck the needle right on │░
│ my breakdown. He set me spinninÆ right in the middle of │░
│ another record, played a few bars of me and played a few │░
│ bars of the other record, and then spun me back to play │░
│ the same few bars heÆd already played. │░
│ He did it over and over and I didnÆt know if I was coming │░
│ and going. Aw man, I feel dizzy now just thinking about │░
│ it. And then I knew why the dance was called breakdancing. │░
│ Because it was done to a breakdown on a record. And that │░
│ was all these guys wanted to hear û the breakdown, the │░
│ moment when a record is reduced to its essential beats and │░
│ all the other stuff is mixed out. │░
│ │░
│ When I got back in the crate, Funky Drummer said: ôI │░
│ warned youö and other stuff like that. I couldnÆt even │░
│ reply. My head was spinning and my groove ached. │░
│ So it went on. Every weekend, IÆd get carried out to this │░
│ place or that and gradually the parties got bigger. And │░
│ once I got used to it, I kinda liked my new life. I was │░
│ back where I belonged, entertaining the people, even if it │░
│ was just for a few short beats over and over. │░
│ │░
│ The standard of the DJs talking over the records improved │░
│ û ærappingÆ, they called it. There was a whole street │░
│ style developing û sportswear, trainers, leather coats, │░
│ baseball caps or pimp hats. The graffiti guys got │░
│ involved. And youÆd be surprised by some of the company I │░
│ was keeping in my crate. Although at first, you never │░
│ heard a disco or pop record at these parties, just │░
│ hardcore funky beats like me, I was eventually rubbing │░
│ shoulders with tunes like æGood TimesÆ and æI Get LiftedÆ. │░
│ There was even a Monkees record, which the rest of us │░
│ beats snubbed because it wasnÆt really funky at all. │░
│ I was regularly spun at joints with all the ghetto jam │░
│ royalty like Kool Herc, Grandmaster Flash, D.ST and Afrika │░
│ Bambaataa. The place was buzzing û and like all things │░
│ that are really happening, it was only a matter of time │░
│ before different faces began to appear on the scene. │░
│ Older, shrewder dudes. They were sponges in a thimbleful │░
│ of water û soaking up what was going on so they could work │░
│ out how they could bleed it dry. │░
│ Of course, there was already a rap record out, │░
│ æPersonality JockÆ by King Tim III, but that was just a │░
│ one-off knocked out by the Fatback Band and we were used │░
│ to having them in the crate. Other guys like Paul Winley │░
│ signed some of the block rappers for his Winley label, and │░
│ Bobby Robinson on Enjoy, but the key mover was Sylvia │░
│ Robinson of Sugarhill records. By the time sheÆd been │░
│ along to a party, we knew everything was going to change │░
│ for us B-Boy beats. │░
│ │░
│ Now this Sylvia had been around for ages, singing, │░
│ writing, producing and putting out hits on her All │░
│ Platinum, Stang and Turbo records, and generally keeping │░
│ her ears fit. Her husband Joe co-owned the labels and │░
│ appreciated his missusÆ genius for finding a hit. Sylvia │░
│ came to some of the parties I was at and next thing you │░
│ know sheÆs got a rap record out on the SugarHill label. It │░
│ borrowed my friend æGood TimesÆ beat and bassline, some of │░
│ the lyrics written by Grandmaster Caz, rapper with the │░
│ Mighty Force Emcees, and was fronted by a guy called Big │░
│ Bank Hank who worked in a pizza parlour. The record, │░
│ æRapperÆs DelightÆ, was massive. Suddenly the world had │░
│ heard of rap. Pretty soon weÆd all be stars. Or so I │░
│ thought. │░
│ │░
│ Grandmaster Flash was signed to Sugarhill and hitting with │░
│ æFreedomÆ and æAdventures On The Wheels Of SteelÆ, which │░
│ took scratching out of back street New York and into the │░
│ charts. Groups with numbers in their names, like │░
│ Treacherous 3, Funky 4 plus 1, tended to be from The Bronx │░
│ and knew what the music was about. Some of the others, I │░
│ dunno what they were about and how much they knew. The │░
│ Sequence got signed up from out of town, South Carolina, I │░
│ think. Hey, they were three pretty ladies but I dunno what │░
│ they had to do with rap. Kevie Kev was probably thinking │░
│ of them when he made æAll Night Long (Waterbed)Æ. Even │░
│ SylviaÆs son Joey was making hits with West Street Mob. │░
│ │░
│ Anyway, it was like the goldrush. Every rapper and beat in │░
│ the Bronx got signed. The place was all mined out. I was │░
│ in my crate one day and I looked around and there was only │░
│ me and the Monkees left in there. Even Funky Drummer had │░
│ gone, and believe me, that beat was overexposed before rap │░
│ ever made it out of the block parties. One minute he was │░
│ in the box with me, the next, rich and switch û driving by │░
│ in a platinum-plated Jeep. Last I heard, heÆd blown it all │░
│ and was on crack. He was brought up in the ghetto û he │░
│ just couldnÆt handle the pressure of fame. │░
│ │░
│ Between æRapperÆs DelightÆ in 1979 and æWhite LinesÆ in │░
│ 1983, rap had changed so much that a B-Boy beat like me │░
│ hardly recognised it. Flash and his main rapper, Melle │░
│ Mel, fell out. Rap was now dealing with hard times in │░
│ lyrics like æThe MessageÆ, which is strange, because back │░
│ when we were living hard times the lyrics were all about │░
│ chicks and food and having fun. I guess that the rappers │░
│ got nostalgic for trouble now their pockets was lined with │░
│ some dead presidents. Musta been crazy. They shoulda known │░
│ hard times would be back again when the next generation of │░
│ rap, called hip-hop, turned up to make them look old and │░
│ slow. │░
│ │░
│ WhatÆs that you say? Why didnÆt I make any money? Aw, I │░
│ didnÆt wanna sell out, yÆall. You can take the beat out │░
│ the ghetto but you canÆt take the ghetto out the beat. And │░
│ I had my time in the limelight. Listen carefully to the │░
│ end of æWheels Of SteelÆ and you can near as dammit hear │░
│ my cowbell. Well, truth be told, you canÆt û it got edited │░
│ out. Seems I had too sharp a lawyer working for my │░
│ publisher and he threatened to sue for royalties if they │░
│ used me. So they cut my portion. LifeÆs a bitch sometimes. │░
│ I coulda been rich. I was certainly a contender. │░
│ │░
│ I hung out in the crate a while, became a rare groove in │░
│ England in 1987 and then I got sick with a disease of the │░
│ groove û multiscratchitus funkimania the doctors call it. │░
│ ItÆs a kind of breakdown caused by having your beat looped │░
│ too often. So I came home to the Bronx and they look after │░
│ me here. │░
│ │░
│ Now homie, I hope thatÆs answered all your questions. I │░
│ gotta have my medication administered in a minute, and │░
│ hopefully Nurse Betty will be making with the soapy water │░
│ right afterwards. Next time, bring a girlfriend with you, │░
│ and those cookies I mentioned, and IÆll tell you about the │░
│ time I got thrown onto Nichelle NicholsÆ duvet, if youÆre │░
│ lucky. What do you mean, whoÆs Nichelle Nichols? You │░
│ youngsters, you donÆt know youÆre born . . . │░
│ │░
│ Ian MC Cann │░
│ │░
│ Enjoy this Great MnD Release ! │░
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