I still love this movie and this soundtrack (except for Hopelessly Devoted to You).
Skillet & Leroy - Grandpa Joe had these hid away in his closet with his Redd Foxx and Nipsey Russell records...whenever I was left at his home alone I'd dig them out and play them....laughed my ass off.....today I don't even find them remotely funny.
My dad had their Two Or Three Times A Day album - the one with Skillet coming home and finding his wife in bed with Leroy, on the cover -
My dad had their Two Or Three Times A Day album - the one with Skillet coming home and finding his wife in bed with Leroy, on the cover - That is the EXACT Lp I was referencing.....Leroy is headed out the window!!
This thread is really good. I feel like everyone on this entire board should post in here and it should get a sticky and stay at the top of the page. Please pardon the incoherence, non-chronological order and generally scattershot nature of what appears below, but I???ve always had an incredibly difficult time writing about music in any sort of cogent way. It just seems like trying to put lightening in a bottle.1. Sam and Dave Double Dynamite/Beatles Rubber Soul: These are my foundational musical experiences. My father didn???t leave me with much but an anger problem and a genetic predisposition to sprout hair from unfortunate parts of my body, but he was a fanatic soul fan and in particular a Stax lover. We used to dance around our little apartment to this record until I collapsed in fits of laughter and exhaustion. My mom loves the Beatles and the Stones. The former are, I think, space aliens gifted who were gifted with an uncanny ability to make PERFECT music. I brought five albums with me when I went to Africa, all of which make this list (except for Cal Tjader???s ???Soul Whiffenpoof?????? who knows, I was on A LOT of drugs) and I just remember walking around Dakar dazed on weak pot and baking in the sun listening to ???I???m Looking Through You??? and thinking that life couldn???t possibly get any better, and really, it didn???t.2. Television Marquee Moon/Clash London Calling: I file these under ???being a teenager and realizing you???re not nearly as cool as you think you are???. I discovered both of these in my stepdad???s extensive collection, at a time when I was pretty much listening to nothing but hip-hop and Bob Marley. London Calling I latched on to immediately, because it felt bad and good and dangerous and everything I wished I was. Marquee Moon just confused the shit out of me. I basically knew that I wasn???t ready for it at all, but that it was undoubtedly great and amazing. In the intervening years, I have fucked and cried and laughed and read Prosser and Keaton on Torts while playing this record over and over again and I think it???s in a way the most ???advanced??? music I???ve ever heard but never feels sterile or overthought. I cannot figure out how human beings made this record. File under: records I have listened to while watching the sun go down on Rape Donkey???s roof top and ingesting painkillers.3. Run DMC Raising Hell/Public Enemy Fear of a Black Planet: Raising Hell united pretty much everyone I knew across race and class lines as THE ALBUM. I remember going with like 15 other kids to purchase this en masse at Princeton Record Exchange. Fear of a Black Planet was like everything I loved about Raising Hell (and all other hip-hop) turned up to a fever pitch and it felt exhilarating every time I put it in my walkman. Around the time this tape came out, the divide had begun among my friends between hiphop kids and metalheads. Up until this time it was pretty cool to like both kinds of music. I remember my best friend telling me that he liked some metal album better, maybe Anthrax, and I told him that he had shitty embarrassing taste in music and was just bugging so hard. He was a year older than me, a big Irish kid from Queens, he punched me in the stomach and we were not friends anymore (incidentally, this was not the only time that my opinions about music got me punched in the stomach: in 7th grade [?] me and Tremayne F. had an argument on the playground about who was better, Third Bass or K Solo, I was right, but he was already 200 pounds and I got my ass kicked and threw up on the Four Square court).4. Guns and Roses Appetite for Destruction: Pure adolescent sex, drugs, and bad attitude rolled up into some of the most amazingly written well played records ever recorded. I know it???s not considered cool to love this record in certain circles, and that???s fine, you can listen to Pavement talk about isosceles triangles, and I will listen to Axl wail about whiskey and heroin and, as the saying goes ???I???ll see you at the finish line???.5. The BUMS Watch The Bumrush (red cassette single, available in the greater Princeton area only) and Koncepts Project Ambershine: Nothing is more transformative and awe-inspiring than the first couple of flesh and blood friends of yours who manage to make good credible music. I thought my friends in the BUMS, and later on the one Johnny Paycheck himself were like magicians, because here they were, people I hung with and smoked blunts with and yet they had somehow managed to make actual SONGS and ALBUMS and to me this was no less remarkable than if they had been able to fly or shoot lasers out of their fingertips.6. Van Morrison Astral Weeks/Zombies Odyssey/Love Forever Changes and Oracle/Velvets S/T: Out of necessity, maturity, or what-have-you, I???m clean and sober these days, but there was a time when nothing pleased me more than the ingestion of a fine opiate or six followed by four or five hours of narcotized, ethereal bliss. These four heartbreakingly beautiful records were the mainstay soundtrack of my junkie days. I???ll never regret, and always remember fondly (longingly?) the hours I wasted away, lying on my back, staring at the ceiling listening to these records and smiling to myself and saying over and over again ???god this is beautiful???. The moral of this story, such as there is one, is not that drugs are bad (or good), but that when I got sober and put these albums back in rotation, I discovered that the magic was in the records not in the hydrocodone and not a single one of them goes more than two or three days without finding its way on to my turntable.7. Fela Kuti No Agreement/Curtis Mayfield Sweet Exorcist: An itinerant friend of mine left these in my possession on a stopover in his endless and mysterious travels (along with a big box of sunglasses and scarves??). By the time he reclaimed them they had changed me completely and I had fallen hopelessly in love with the music of both men. If Marquee Moon is the most ???advanced??? music I have ever heard, No Agreement and the rest of Fela???s discography is the most ???perfect??? music I???ve ever listened to, meaning that it if I were able to articulate what I personally think music should sound like, it would sound like the music that Fela made and I feel like he is an extension of my brain, and I of his. 8. Smif and Wesson /Redman Dare Iz A Darkside/ Raekwon Only Built for Cuban Linx: My weedspot triumvirate, and the soundtrack to a city that exists only in the hazy corners of my brain these days. I miss passing out flyers, Tunnel, Palladium, Esso???s, Vinyl, El Flamingo, Sticky Mike???s, Stretch and Bobbito, Polo and Northface, all day all night craze in ???The Ville??? (a mythical place that no longer exists). These records were in constant rotation as I made NYC my own and left my first mark in the clubs and concert halls and started to live my dreams. 9. Jorge Ben A Tabua D???Esmerelda: I got curious about Brazilian music at a time when I haughtily, in all of my post-college self-impressed narcissism had decided that I knew all that there ever was to know about music (yeah, I know, that???s beyond ridiculous and couldn???t have been further from the truth, but what do you want, I was ???full of piss and vinegar??? as my grandfather would say). When I heard this record, I knew immediately that I knew nothing, and the discovery of my own na??vet?? was the greatest and most exciting discovery that I have ever made, because I at that moment I realized that I would be excited and amazed by music forever, and that being jaded is the most pathetic and defeatist thing that a person can be. I have no idea what Jorge is saying with his words, but this music makes me want to craugh, which is the simultaneous act of laughing and crying. 10. Common Resurrection/Main Source Breaking Atoms/ Organized Konfusion Extinction Agenda: I love all kinds of hiphop, from 40 Water to Quasimoto to the Beastie Boys, but I am also an unapologetic backpacker, who s
pent a long period of my life, walking around hunched over with Sony MDR headphones perched on my dome and a backpack filled with tapes. These albums are the reason why. I???ve still never heard smarter, more soulful music that spoke to ME the way these three records did and I could care less if it???s out of fashion, or regionalist, or pass?? or what the f-ck have you to ride for these records above all others. I don???t care because music should be something that you FEEL and politics, and trends, and pitchfork and soulstrut and the New York Times should never override that feeling. Like Kool Keith said ???I just need what I need???.
My dad had their Two Or Three Times A Day album - the one with Skillet coming home and finding his wife in bed with Leroy, on the cover - That is the EXACT Lp I was referencing.....Leroy is headed out the window!! Naw, The Burglar In The Bedroom is the one with SKILLET headed out the window...Two Or Three Times A Day is the one where a scared-looking Skillet is pointing a gun straight at Leroy (the fat one), who is shirtless, in bed with Skillet's wife, and has a shit-eating grin on his face!!Here it is: (POSSIBLY NOT SAFE FOR WORK)[/b]
This thread is really good. I feel like everyone on this entire board should post in here and it should get a sticky and stay at the top of the page.
This thread is really good. I feel like everyone on this entire board should post in here and it should get a sticky and stay at the top of the page. I'm loving it too. I'd like to post, but for some reason, when I think of music that changed my life, I can't think of particular albums...it was more like ENTIRE GENRES that shaped my thinking. Not sure if I can narrow it down to certain records, but if I can, I'll be right in there, telling my story...
1) The Jackson 5 - ABC: The first album that me and my sister would listen to everyday on our Bugs Bunny portable turntable. We would lip-sync the whole joint.To this day Micheal vocals sound like he was possessed by an old man.2) Curtis Mayfield - Superfly: My pops would play this even before we listened to ABC. The soundscape and falsetto vocal were locked into my dna.3) Marvin Gaye - Lets Get It On: another of my fathers staples in the house. Dude had an above average stereo that we couldnt touch until we were old enuff. I would stare at the album cover for a long ass time without really knowing what was goin on. Another dna record.4) Grandmaster Flash & The Furious 5 - The Message: We as kids knew the single and partied to Scorpio, but I fell for the R&B joker on there. The Message was like str8 lookin in the miiror. But we didnt have rats,roaches,piss, and broken glass in our building like that. 5) Micheal Jackson - Off The Wall: My first personal album that i got along w/ my own turntable. The emotions on this album shaped/inluenced my ideas of what I thought was love and sex at the time. MJ talmbout being "so cavalier". I looked the meaning up in the dictionary and realized that selfishness can hurt a relationship. Even if dude was "asexual" to the public, Dont Stop Till You Get Enough" was about f*ckin and as a 10 year old i could only imagine what that shit was like.....and to that tempo.6) Sade - Diamond Life: Even if Promise is my fav, when I first heard the entire album, I was actually kinda ashamed for liking this "smooth jazz" shit at a time I was well into Hip Hop and wasnt "suppossed" to get w/ this brillant UK hybrid of genres. My best friends mom had it and I sat down w/ it. I felt like i was being hugged by a ghost. On top of lookin at Sade's other-worldly beauty. That definitely helped it go down easier. Hooked ever since.7) The Jungle Brothers - Straight Out The Jungle: after hearing mad promos/single on Red Alert Show, I copped the Cassette when it came out. They were recalling older breaks,wore Banana Republic(like i did), and became another step towards an "alternative" Hip Hop vibe that was still street yet on some Afika Bambaataa, next level steez, w/out isolating the simpletons.8) Public Enemy - Yo! Bum Rush The Show!: single handedly got me checkin my my fathers libary and pickin up Franz Fanon/Pan-Africanism/Message To Black Man/David Walker's Appeal/etc. Here was an mc that had an old school cadence and voice in a time when new voices/styles where becoming more popular. Forget it.9) Guy - Guy: Someone finally made an R&B album that aging B-Girls can fusk w/.Shit was ridiculous. Gap Band vocals over recogizable/chopped James Brown breaks.This shit opened the door. Even if Bobby Brown set shit off, this was a full album of the new Uptown flavor. Spoke to me and all my peers like crazy10) Earth Wind & Fire - Gratitude: my pops told me-"put on Reasons and u got her"Are all live albums supposed to be this good. Years later I would get to play this shit out and realize its power.11) Mandrill - Composite Truth: yet another Daddy LP. Now EWF had that costume thang going on , but these dude on the back cover looked like the real multi-culti NYC i was seein in NYC - exaggerated. Moroccan Nights as a kid had me open.My pops would play it and id stare at the cover and ask him what a mandrill is.Seeing Coffee's intense face had me kinda shook. Dude look hard as hell along w/ the rest of 'em.ill finish tmmw
Please pardon the incoherence, non-chronological order and generally scattershot nature of what appears below (...) It just seems like trying to put lightening in a bottle.
I would read at least 300 pages like this. More stories please. I wanna hear more.
I never had interest in leaving the united states because I thought the absence of good rap in other countries rendered them worthless.