The Boston Strangler is Back (Possibly)

There are good days and bad days. But rarely are there epic, historic, unforgettable days. Recently, it was announced that Andrew Toney, the brilliant Philadelphia 76er shooting guard during the 1980s, would return to this city as an assistant coach to Maurice Cheeks. That is an epic day, my friends. The Boston Strangler is coming home. The player that Charles Barkley has said "was the best player on the team when I got here. We had Bobby Jones, Moses Malone, and Julius Erving but the only one I was in awe of was Andrew." The man Larry Bird said this about: "Do I remember Andrew Toney? The Boston Strangler? Yeah, I remember him. I wish we would've had him. He was a killer. We called him the Boston Strangler because every time he got a hold of the ball we knew he was going to score. He was the absolute best I've ever seen at shooting the ball at crucial times. We had nobody who could come close to stopping him. Nobody." The man who made Pat Riley proclaim, "He is the greatest clutch player I've ever seen. To hell with Jerry West!" The player who terrorized the league with his deadly shot and cool demeanor. The man who provided my Friendster pic for a year or so has returned to the game that he dominated for so many years.

Need proof that Andrew Toney is the most gangsta player the league has ever known? Reports have come out that Toney has yet to accept Mo Cheek's offer to be an assistant. He has been spotted at a few practices, but he has yet to talk to the media or give the 76ers any sense of what he was thinking. The temperment of an artist, my friends. I would put his jump shot up against any silly picture that Manet or Picasso ever drew. He did it his way.

Go here and here to read two wonderful pieces on Andrew Toney, as they both try to remind people how great he was. A forgotten legend, perhaps getting his second chance at greatness.

-In more definite news, the NBA Draft is tonight. This is the greatest night of the year, in my humble opinion, when the future of the NBA is paraded in front of the world. It is also the night when a team can turn around its future (cf Chicago Bulls in 1985) or continue its misery for another decade (cf Philadelphia 76ers in 1993). Finally, it is the night to contemplate who dresses Craig Sager and what does he have on the President of TNT that allows him to maintain his job in spite of a lack of skills, knowledge or personality. Go here for all of the info you need, as Fox Sports has put together a great NBA Draft Central for all of your draft needs.

-Not much excitement tonight for Sixers fans, as the team drafts at #45. Here is a look at who might be available in that spot.

-The 10 greatest Draft Day steals, and the 10 greatest busts (Shawn Bradley is #9, FYI.)

-The best all-time picks at each draft position.

-Bill Simmons, a.k.a. The Sports Guy, is the Bard of Draft Day, a man who creates poetry out of this wonderful night every year. I know everyone probably already reads him, but for anyone who doesn't, this is the time to do so. Go here for his Top 60 Draft Moments. Brilliant, hilarious stuff.

-Dime Magazine looks at the main stories running through this draft.

-Finally, quote of the week from Andrew Bogut, likely #1 pick in tonight's draft: "I'm not a big white stiff. I know I'm white, but I'm not a stiff."

2 Live Crew Ain't Nuthin' To Fuck Wit

2 Live Crew, C'Mon Babe (Doo Doo Brown version)

2 Live Crew, Hoochie Mama

2 Live Crew, Get It Girl extended mix

Ok, this is the final post on Miami Bass, as we will be moving on to baile funk next. Or ghettotech. Or dancehall. Not sure, as I'm trying to be open and improvisatory this week. You know how we do. Actually, we normally are not cool, worry constantly and try to find insults in innocent emails sent between two people. So, whatever.

I can think of no better way to end this look at Miami Bass than with its most famous practitioners, 2 Live Crew. I am sure that everyone reading this has heard of the group, and would venture a guess that everyone has heard at least one of their songs. More than likely in seventh grade, a friend telling you about these rappers who talk about fucking and blowjobs and pussy. Unfortunately, I feel like Luke Campbell's group will never be remembered as more than a sideshow, a late 80s version of ODB or Body Count. Fodder for right wingers looking to scare suburban parents and VH-1 shows looking for a laugh.

Oh, but 2 Live Crew was so much more. I hope that the tracks above will spur people to pick up their masterpiece, As Nasty As They Wanna Be, or the Greatest Hits package that brings their entire reign together nicely. To my beginner ears, they added the most to the Bass tradition, putting out bona fide hits nationwide, not just for Miami and deep South heads.

Their most lasting impact is seen everyday on BET and MTV Jams, on the hits that play on Power 99 and Hot 97. It was the battles fought by Luke and crew that paved the way for the sexually explicit, anything-goes atmosphere today. It is hard to remember, with videos like 50 Cent's "Candy Shop" all over the airwaves, but these guys were taken to court on obscenity charges. It was Luke Campbell's refusal to back down on his 1st Amendment right that opened the door for today's hip hop and pop culture to talk sex without fear of repercussion. I am curious to see who will step up in the present climate to fight the Radical Right and its culture war.

Just as important, Luke Campbell fought hard for the notion of sampling after being sued for his use of Roy Orbison's "Pretty Woman", challenging the strict copyright laws of this country. This strict interpretation of copyright law would have been a deathknell for hip hop, which has its roots in "theft" and appropriation. In Campbell v Acuff-Rose Music, Inc., the Supreme Court ruled in favor of Campbell, supporting his right to parody. This case set a new precedent in copyright law, from which artists of all ilks benefit to this day.

-Here is a nice academic article by Mathieu Deflem on censorship and music in the 1980s, with a section devoted to the various arrests and prosecutions of 2 Live Crew. An interesting piece, which sadly does not strike me as history.

-Speaking of wars on hip hop, I wanted to mention the raid on Kim's in the East Village over its carrying hip hop mix CDs.

-Game 7 tonight between the San Antonio Spurs and Detroit Pistons in San Antonio. I can't really say that I care, as this series has just not done it for me. 2 horrible offenses, not enough exciting or likeable players, just a real bad ending to an exciting season. I wanna root for my bol Rasheed Wallace, but I really can't stand Larry Brown, any of the other players, their obnoxious fans (cf the brawl vs. the Pacers) or the way that they play such ugly basketball. Whatever, as Imma be at the 700 Club tonight drinking and dancing.

-Looking for another train wreck to watch on television tonight? Head to the UPN (as if you weren't already there) and catch the season finale of Chaotic, Britney and Kevin's show. Can you handle our truth, they ask? If by "handle," they mean become nauseous, bored out of my mind and sad for the future of our country, then the answer is a resounding "YES!" Since it is the season finale, I understand that there is a surprise in store for viewers. In a nod to Dallas, we will all wake up at the end of the episode and realize that we have been dreaming the past 5 years of Bush, Britney and Bill O'Reilly. Please?

-All of the mp3s from the last few weeks will be re-upped by tomorrow morning. Get them now, or forever hold your peace.

Smooth Criminal

Michael Jackson, Billie Jean (chopped and screwed by DJ Lt. Dan)

Michael Jackson, Smooth Criminal (c+s by DJ Lt. Dan)

Michael Jackson, Man in the Mirror (c+s by DJ Lt. Dan)

I really didn't want to talk about this travesty, but I couldn't help myself. As everyone and their mothers know, Michael Jackson was acquitted of all charges in his child molestation trial. It seemed like the right decision to me, as the case seemed to be weak from Go. I can't say that I don't get weirded out by him, as Love Boat inspired attire and destructive plastic surgery are wont to do, but that isn't a crime. Not yet, at least. I'm stunned at the level of attention and hatred the man inspires, particularly two decades after his masterpiece, Thriller.

Anyway, I want to dedicate this post to MF, the only person I am willing to call my equal as a paranoiac. MJ, MF and I are in talks to star in a one-hour "reality" show, which will always end with me lying on the floor, in the fetal position, singing the Smiths' "The Boy With a Thorn In His Side" as the credits roll. For most of the hour, MF and I will deconstruct email and text messages we have received, looking for perceived slights, insults or meanings, while Michael holds up the cover for Thriller in an attempt to remind people of the days that we weren't sickened by him. I really feel like we have a hit on our hands, so keep your eyes on the Fall UPN schedule.

The three mp3s above are chopped and screwed versions of MJ classics off of the fun DJ Lt. Dan mixtape, King of What's Poppin'. I figure that hearing these classic songs slowed and chopped up gives a great intro, and may help you get a hold of this Houston musical form.

-Nancy Grace is great. No, no, she is really a great person and journalist. For me to poop on!!! I had to link to the recent Triumph the Insult Comic Dog segment on the Conan O'Brien Show. Triumph went to Cali, and visited the site of the Michael Jackson trial. He then produced one of the funniest segments ever, getting laughs at the expense of the idiots there supporting Michael and the even bigger ones reporting on it. Once you finish laughing, you will be scared for the future of our country. Go here to see the video. [Via Frog's House of Infinite Wisdom]

-Speaking of being scared of the future, read this great piece from the Columbia Journalism Review, which looks at the state of television "journalism" with a particular focus on Nancy Grace, former prosecutor, Headlines News show host, and enemy of America.

-Here is a similar piece (registration required), as Tim Rutten of the LA Times puts Nancy Grace on blast. He could not have picked a better target, as she is a hideous monster.

Okay, much more to come this week, as I will return to everyone's favorite, Booty Month (formerly known as Booty Week), and drop some 2 Live Crew, ghettotech, baile funk, Spankrock and more. We can't forget about our first love, Philly, either, as there will be news on BIO 2005, Mayor Street, skateboarding and more. I have uploaded all of the mp3s from the last few weeks, so if you missed something, now is the time to get it.

Some Thank Yous and a Welcome

Your bol done blown up! Pound for Pound has gotten some attention recently from the blogosphere (I'm so gangsta, I don't even care if that is a word), as traffic is way up over the past week or two. I wanted to thank a few blogs that are responsible for directing their readers here, as it means a lot to me to get props from those I respect. These are places that should be required reading for everyone, so head over and see what they are up to.

First, the good folks at So Many Shrimp have put in a good word for yours truly. I want to thank emynd, specifically, as it is an honor to know that he has found some good reading here. Go check out his blog, Schizophrenic Tenant Number 1, which is on the blogroll to the right. Both sites are wonderful examples of brilliant, passionate and engaged writing about hip-hop. By the way, dudes must get crazy traffic, as I cannot believe how many people have been referred here through their site. Make me want to step my blog game up. (Yes, I am nerd, Get over it.)

Another nice hip-hop blog, Those Two Words, has put us on the link list. Italy, stand up! That's right, kids, Italy is on the grind.While it is still in the beginning stages, I have a feeling that this is going to be a real necessary stop. Go here and get in on the ground floor.

Our post on M.I.A. from a few weeks ago got a mention over at For the "records', an amazing music blog covering everything written about music daily in the entire world. Not really, but it sure seems that way. Seriously, Michael has created an amazing resource for music fans, especially those into the genre known as indie. Go here to see what I'm talking about.

On the Philly front, your bol got a mention over at Blinq, the new blog Daniel Rubin is writing at Philly.com. He referenced our post on the music of the summer, reggaeton, and even dropped some quotes from my post about water ices and 40s. Rubin has created a nice site, putting the focus on Philly and all of the blog talent coming out of our here.

Finally, a shout-out to all those coming here from around the globe. I cannot tell you the thrill of reading about this site in French and Norwegian, as it makes me think that my plan to connect the cities of the world together for the revolution is coming together. The revolution won't be televised, but it will be blogged about on Pound for Pound. I hope that our international guests will leave some comments, and let us know what's going on in their cities. It would seem a nice micro-version of my goal for Philadelphia, opening itself up to the world.

I wanted to welcome the new readers who have been stopping by Pound for Pound, and as a sign of my appreciation, I am re-uploading all the songs from the past two weeks. So, if you missed these booty tracks, you are in luck. Enjoy, and check back often this week as there shall be lots of knowledge dropped.

Back on the grind, kids, back on the grind. Fully focused.

Before There Was Crunk

"Crunk really got started in Miami, with bass music. Crunk ain't nothin' but bass music slowed down." -Pitbull

Splack Pack, Scrub Da Ground

Clay D, That Booty In There

Big Boy, Off the Chain

This seems like the perfect time, in the midst of Booty Fortnight, to highlight a new CD out entitled Before There Was Crunk. It is a wonderful compilation highlighting the music that bridges the gap between Miami Bass, the music we have looked at for the last few days, and crunk, the music that has . Two essential Southern musics. It features mainly unknown names and songs, ones that were classics down South but never got much attention anywhere else. Listen to the tracks above and you will quickly here the template for Lil Jon, and it won't be heard to understand why Trillville, Trick Daddy, Petey Pablo et al run the clubs everywhere now. Hell, if the horns comin' in on the Big Boy track don't make you wanna dance or beat someone up or start a fucking riot, you dead motherfucker. Go here and buy a copy, as it is a great pickup. It ain't just a good and necessary history lesson, but music that sounds fresh and new today.

-M.I.A. and Diplo at Transit tonight!!! I have been waiting for this show for weeks now, ever since her first show at the Ukie Club. TA, MC and I are headed to 6th and Spring Garden tonight, and I am sure a recap and pics by MC will make it here in a few days. Go buy Arular here. Check out this preview of the show in Philadelphia Weekly, as it is spot on, calling out all the haters who can't stand to see success or hype that is deserved. There were still some tickets left early this afternoon according to the promoter, R5 Productions, so head to Transit and get in before it's too late.

-In lieu of the recent news of Live 8, it was a surprising, and nice, story to see that the G-8 nations agreed to wipe out $40 billion of African debt. While it is not perfect, it is a good start.

Saturday Night Fever

Krush 2, Ghetto Jump

Prime Choice, The Beat Is Fresh

Gigolo Tony, Smurf Rock

I figured that I would throw up a quick post, as there is so much going on tonight in Philly (and elshewhere). As a bonus, I am uploading a few more Miami Bass classics, as Booty Week will move onto new things tomorrow.

-If you don't know what's going down tonight, you'll never know. Been looking forward to this, as it has been far too long. There shall be many pics up later of the Obolon madness, at least the non-incriminating ones. Holla at your bol.

-Making Time is celebrating its 5th Anniversary with a great celebration tonight, headlined by LCD Soundsystem. Transit should be the epicenter of the hipster world tonight, so get your bangs right, tighten your white belt, get your nails did, and get out to Transit.

-For the NYC crew, go check out this jump-off tonight, as Caps and Jones will most certainly have people in Willy-B wilin' out at Savalas. Great flyer, if I may say so. Fast Times indeed.

Boys From the Bottom, Boom, I Got Your Girlfriend

MC Fresh C, My Brougham

(Miami) Bass is the Place

DJ Shadow, Miami Bass set on Radio 1, UK (9/9/98)

It don't stop at Pound for Pound, as I am going to try to make up for recent absences in a big way. So focused right now, and I hope that my readers are enjoying the fruits of this focus. Anyway, more Miami bass, as I know that the kids love it. Plus, the overwhelming response in the comments section almost forces me to bring the goods. By "overwhelming", of course I mean non-existent.

Above is a Miami Bass set by the one, the only, Josh Davis, a.k.a. DJ Shadow. It is a 28 minute set from September 8, 1998 on John Peel's radio show (I think), that gives a great overview of the genre, while also showcasing Shadow's skills as a DJ. I can think of no better intro to the music than this one, taking everyone through the classics and lesser-known gems.

-Shadow is not only good on the 1s and 2s, evidenced by this wonderful piece in Grand Royal magazine, the magazine the Beastie Boys and friends put out in the early 1990s. He gives his own take on the history of Miami Bass and its influence on West Coast hip hop.

-Go here to check out the official site for Maggotron and DXJ, legendary Miami Bass artists. Still active and spreading the Bass message, it offers everyone a chance to buy and listen to lots of music. I especially like 'Maggitunes', which offers listeners an opportunity to get mp3s and give their money directly to the artist.

-This one's for the ladies. While you may not be able to genetically have an orgasm, at least you won't have to wait in long lines when you have to pee!

-Can someone please explain to me why this is happening? Why is Apple switching to Intel chips? It appears that I was not the only one surprised, which makes me feel better. Go here to see the reaction from the Mac community, and be very scared of how obsessive we are. Go here for lots of links dealing with this stunning news. This commentary by Charles Cooper struck me the most, as he seems confident in this move for Mac users in the long-term. Programmers also seemed excited, although I am not sure that things are quite as simple as the article's title suggests.

Of course, the question on everyone's mind is "How will this effect Pound for Pound?" I feel confident that things will remain the same here, as the Powerbook is doing fine and your bol is firing on all cylinders.

Miami Bass

MC Shy D, Yes Yes Y'all

Gucci Crew II, Sally (That Girl)

DJ Magic Mike, Rock The Funky Beat

Time to bring it back to the roots, the music that influenced so much of what people are dying to hear, in particular baile funk, ghetto tech and crunk. The foundation of Booty Week, Miami Bass music attempted to reconfigure hip-hop by focusing on the bass, the woman's booty and the 808 drum machine. It also brought out a nasty, dirty side to hip-hop, unafraid to talk about sex, women, getting high and having fun in general.

I came to this music over the last few years, mainly through tracing the roots of crunk music and its producers like Lil Jon and David Banner. It really has had a huge influence on contemporary music, from ghetto tech to house to hip-hop. Bass struck me immediately, bringing me music that was fun and creative and different. It had none of the pretentiousness or "consciousness" of East Coast hip-hop, which takes itself and its ideas too seriously. It was music for the dancefloor, and it was wonderful to come across music that was so dirty, so fun, so alive. I hate to write these boring ass, academic words, as it takes away from the sheer excitement and visceral energy of the music. Listen to the songs above, and check back over the next few days for more tunes.

There will be more on all of this tomorrow, focusing on the Miami Bass legends and defenders of the 1st Amendment, 2 Live Crew.

-Here is the best history I could find, put together by Pappa Wheelie for D*I*R*T*Y. It is an amazing look at the development of Miami Bass, its main artists, its influences and its future. Best of all, he gives a wonderful discography at the end for anyone looking to really dig into the music. I'm sure that I will return to these songs down the road, as there is so much I have not heard.

-Check out a Miami Bass history by Papa Wheelie, entitled "The Rise and Fall of Miami Bass." (So William Shirer-y. Love it) Part 1 is here, and Part 2 here.

-The 100 greatest Miami Bass songs

-Here is a nice thread on Miami Bass at Dissensus, a wonderful forum for music, politics and art. Sadly, it appears to have gone the way of the dodo bird and underground hip-hop.

-Finally, join this Yahoo group, Miami_Bass_History, devoted to the music, as it is a wonderful resource for the hardcore and neophytes alike.

-The Phillies made a big trade yesterday, acquiring reliever Ugueth Urbina for Placido Polanco. I think that it's a good deal, as the team clearly needed another arm in the bullpen. Ed Wade acted quickly, and addressed the team's biggest need, something that he has not done in previous seasons. Plus, it's hard to argue with dealing Polanco. He's a good player, but he was the best chip they had to offer. The team is rolling right now, but what does this mean? Ken Rosenthal believes that they are contenders, but takes the right view in waiting for the team to prove themselves as winners. No more excuses.

-Good news, fellas. I have always insisted to women that I take no responsibility in their ability to have an orgasm. It's nice to finally have science back up my inadequacies and selfishness.

Booty Week

R. Kelly, Feeling on Your Booty (Dirty South remix)

As promised, this week is Booty Week here at Pound for Pound. In trying to come up with a common theme to the songs that I have been listening to most over the past few months, booty seemed to be the common theme. It's music built on the bass, which grabs a hold of you and forces you to dance. Most of the mp3s will be obsessed with the perfection that is a woman's booty, and I do hope that it won't offend anyone. Onto the music.

Damn you, R. Kelly. Damn you for dropping a song every year or so that I can't resist. A song so good that I momentarily forget what a scum bag you are. 3 minutes that obscure the rape charges, the preying on young women in order to demean and degrade them, and the abuse that you get off on. Above, check the latest heat on Pound for Pound, as this is the Dirty South remix to R Kelly's "Feeling on Your Booty". Dedicated to Marin Feldman.

-I can think of no better way to kick off Booty Week than with a warning to this country, a country which has lost its way in terms of the booty. A great democracy exalts its women and their real bodies, and does not force them to look like famine victims. Honestly, when I saw this picture, I did not believe that it was really the same girl from. What happened to that jawn with the boobs and butt that we all know and loved? Hollywood, Pound for Pound will not tolerate this. You have been warned. [Via DJ Benzi]

-I can think of no musical event that less fits the theme of this week than Live 8, as it was announced late last week that Philly would serve as the sole American host along with many European cities. For those that don't know, Live 8 is an attempt to redo the epic Live Aid shows from 1985, when the rock music world came together to call attention to African starvation and suffering. This time around, Bob Geldof and company hope to put the pressure on the G-8 nations meeting in Geneva at the same time, calling for them to forgive the debt of Third World nations.

While the thought of Bono and the Dave Matthews Band playing makes my testicles recede into my body, this is a great honor for the city. It is especially gratifying that the city was chosen over NYC and D.C., as I am not sure that would have been the case even 10 years ago.

-The Benjamin Franklin Parkway, where Live 8 and so much more will take place on the Fourth of July weekend, was the focus Sunday, as well. The 2005 Wachovia U.S. Pro Championship went down in Philadelphia on a perfect day. Check this nice piece out by Bob Ford, discussing how well Philly came off.

-It's seems like just yesterday I was lauding the NBA Playoffs and the return to real basketball. Oh well, it was fun while it lasted. Instead of Shaq and Dwayne Wade, Steve Nash and Amare Stoudamire, we get the annoyance of Larry Brown, the blandness of Tim Duncan and the train wreck that is two defensive-minded, poor shooting teams slugging it out. While I love my bol Sheed, I cannot stomach seeing Larry Brown win another championship, after bailing on the Sixers when they were ready to rebuild. Plus, everyone knows that I have a thing for Argentinian men.

-R.I.P. George Mikan.

-Finally, for my NYC peeps, there is absolutely no excuse for not being at this show tonight at Rothko on the LES. Diplo and Spankrock together would be essential, but add in DJ Marlboro and you have an epic one. Marlboro is the DJ from Brazil who has been so pivotal in the baile funk music that has caught everyone's attention over the last few years. More to come on this ish, but I cannot recommend highly enough this night. Get to Rothko, and check back here tomorrow for more fun.

What the hell, here is a treat for the 5 people reading this blog to the end. The final installment of the Trapped in the Closet series, R.Kelly's 5 part song that really does nothing for me except confirm what a creepy guy he is.

R. Kelly, "Trapped in the Closet (Chapter 5)"

Philly is Where I'm From

I hope that everyone had a good holiday weekend and a better week, as it was a beautiful time here in the city. Although I am writing this post at the end of a rainy, terrible day, I feel so focused and excited about this blog, the city, life. I want to take the last few days of this week looking exclusively at my city, Philadelphia, the place where I from, the place that I love, my heart and soul. Specifically, I want to use this post to introduce a visual element to Pound for Pound, as a means to bring Philadelphia, the cities of the world, the streets, and the people who live in these places into sharper focus.

It seemed most fitting to put up some graffiti pics, since it is an interest and such a fundamental part of the urban landscape. They come from the talented hand of MC, and I just hope that my words don't take away from her good work. These shots come from the buildings across from Rittenhouse Square, where MC and I spent our Memorial Day. I can't say that these are the greatest tags I've ever seen, but the sheer difficulty of getting them up gains these writers my props. I assume that they snuck in through the abandoned building slated for demolition next to the Barnes and Noble. No matter what, it took some balls and good planning to make this happen, as Rittenhouse Square is one of the poshest and most heavily policed areas in the city.

-The weather has been amazing this week, which is usually a sign of good things to come. Unfortunately, optimism goes to die at City Hall, where our esteemed mayor and City Council work. There are signs that they may wake up before Rome burns (Rome=Philly), but until I actually see good bills pass and become law, I will remain a pessimist. The latest disappointment came with the tabling of the smoking ban bill until next week, as obstructionist Darrell Clarke continues to strive to be remembered as the most meaningless and inept member of Council ever.

-Business seems to be picking up, as there has been some good signs of the city emerging as a business hub. First, the media have finally caught up with Pound for Pound, showing attention to BIO 2005 a few months after yours truly looked at it. This article takes a look at the boon that the convention will be for the hospitality industry. This article looks at recent survey that ranks the Philly region in the top 10 for the biotech industry. You can feel something big moving here, can't you?

-Here is a great item from one of the best blogs ever, Philadelphia: America's Hometown. Fuji Bikes has moved its world headquarters from North Jersey to Northeast Philly recently. While this is not like Nike or Microsoft moving here, it does fly in the face of pessimism and continues the momentum that the city has going. I have to highlight Friedman's last line, as it is perfect. "Fuji could have gone anywhere in the world, but chose the urban center that is rapidly becoming the center of the universe – Philadelphia – America’s hometown." Indeed, my friends, indeed.

-Another nice piece, this one about the Cira Center, the 30 story office tower being built near 30th Street Station. It is now 91% leased, bringing in companies from the suburbs and out of state. It's especially nice to see that McKinsey and Co. are opening up their first Philly office with this lease. It is another sign of the changing attitude towards the city, and another step in the direction of making the city a business center.

-Read this cover story from a recent Daily News, highlighting the growing international tourism to our fair city. While this might not seem like a big deal, it should. First, it means more money flowing to local businesses. Secondly, it validates the aggressive marketing campaign the city put together after September 11th, and should provide all of the evidence necessary to continue this venture. Finally, it is a sign that the city is becoming more open to the world, confident in what it has to offer.

Much more to come in the next week, as I am going to look at some groups in Philly doing good things, put some motherfuckers like our honorable Mayor on blast, and highlight some more positive news for Philly. Look out on Monday for the beginning of Booty Week at Pound for Pound, as we will get back to the mp3s grind.

Galang Galang

M.I.A., Live at Sonic Boom (Seattle, WA) 5-12-05

M.I.A., Galang (Live on the Jimmy Kimmel Show)

M.I.A., Bucky Done Gun (Live on the Jimmy Kimmel Show)

M.I.A., Bucky Done Gun (DJ Marlboro Funk Carioca remix)

Following up on the musical selections for the summer, I want to showcase M.I.A. to help get everyone through this shitty weather and remind you of dancing, sweating and tropical lands. We've already talked about our girl M.I.A. on this blog, but I have unfortunately not mentioned her since the release of her full-length album, Arular, a few months back. This album and the Diplo-produced mixtape, Piracy Funds Terrorism, that preceded have been in constant rotation for me. The mix of dancehall, baile funk, hip hop and bass is my soundtrack right now, and I can't imagine that this isn't getting everyone hyphy. Above are a few M.I.A. rarities that should hold you over until you have a chance to catch the live show touring now or buy the album.

The first one is a live recording of a set that Maya did at a Seattle record store a few weeks back. It's not the greatest sound quality, but it is a fun document and a good sense of what to expect at her next show. The next two mp3s are recordings from her appearance on the Jimmy Kimmel Show a few weeks ago. She plays two of her most recognizable hits, Galang and Bucky Done Gun, and it is so nice to see her playing on national TV and blowing up right before our eyes. The final one is a treat for anyone who has gotten into the whole baile funk thing over the last few years. DJ Marlboro remixes Bucky Done Gun, a perfect choice. It doesn't sound very clear, but it still gives you a feel for the anarchy and dirtiness of Rio's baile funk music. Much more to come on this.

-I went to the Rilo Kiley show tonight with TA and MC at the Trocadero, and it far exceeded my expectations. I had only heard a few songs here and there, so I wasn't very sure how I would do with an hour and a half of their music. Rilo Kiley. The music was a lot prettier than I expected, not at all the loud, punkish music show I was expecting. I would think that anyone into the country rock ish like Wilco, Ryan Adams or Lucinda Williams, those into into the thoughtful indie rock like The Postal Service, or just anyone into good music would feel right at home. Buy their albums here and see what you think.

-Also, I had a chance to check out the Dali exhibit at the Philadelphia Museum of Art yesterday with MC. The show only runs for through this weekend, and those tickets are sold out. Check Craig's List for people selling their extras. I wish that I could speak of a transcendant experience, an engagement with the master of Surrealism, . Instead, I can only speak of the horror I feel at being stuck in large crowds, the anger I felt at the PMA for selling so many tickets making it impossible to look at any work in peace, and the growing realization that people are inherently rude assholes who don't care about other people or their personal space. Oh, I can also speak on the sensation of having the breasts (or bellies) of short, living -dead Russian women in one's lower back and buttocks.

-More fallout from the Moe Cheeks hiring/Jim O'Brien firing. Check out Allen Iverson's take on the hiring here and here. Go here, here, here and here for the local media reaction. The blogs are speaking too, so go here and here for thoughts. Having had a few more days to think about it, I like the move more and more. While it sucks for Jim O'Brien, I don't think that he was the right guy to develop these young players. His handling of Willie Green and John Salmons was unacceptable, as they nearly lost a year sitting on the bench. His relationship with Webber was clearly awful, and Webber might be the key for this team next season. I don't understand the criticism about too many coaching changes, as I like the fact that this team is willing to make moves despite the costs. Most of all, it's just nice to have Mo Cheeks back in Philly, leading the Sixers just as he did when I was growing up.

-A few other nice Philly-related stories that I want to highlight. First, there is this nice Philadelphia Weekly cover story about the emergence of the Rotunda, the artists' space on the University of Pennsylvania's campus that has become a center and home for the neighborhood over the last 5 years. The threat of commercial development hangs over the space now, and it is nice to see a growing interest in keeping this not only a community space, but also a destination. I really like Alan Harkarvy's thoughts on making 40th Street an arts destination, as I love the big thinking about the city going on right now.

-The Gravity Games, the Outdoor Network's version of the X Games, are coming to Philly. That's right, the 2005 Summer Games will take place in our city. This is a great opportunity to contunue the delusion that 17 year old suburbanites on skateboards are athletes. Oh, my friends, the future in our country looks real promising to these eyes, real promising.

-For the Philly real estate market, another exciting development. Tony Goldman is one of the most famous developers in this country, responsible for the turnarounds in South Beach and Chelsea years ago. He has turned his attention to the 13th Street corridor (called B3 in the article for A Block Below Broad, in an attempt to create the worst neighborhood name since a Beirut developer called "Place Of Many Bloody Deaths") in Philly over the last 7 years, and it appears that this investment is paying off. After putting money into infrastructure improvements, Goldman Properties announced that they would begin condo conversions shortly. First up, the White Building at 102 South 12th Street.

-I have been meaning to bring some political links to my readers, but have not been staying on top of the news as much as I would like to recently. Go read this op-ed by Bob Herbert and this one by Paul Krugman, as they give a great sense of the mess that we are in now as a nation because of the decisions and agenda of the radical right. It is a great reminder why one might actually pay for New York Times content. More to come on this front, as I don't want to ignore these topics just because they are so sad and depressing.

Welcome Back, Mr. Cheeks

No music today, as I am going to lead off with the surprising news that just came across the wire. Jim O'Brien was fired as coach of the Philadelphia 76ers, after just one season with team. Maurice Cheeks has been announced as his replacement, rejoining the team that he lead as a point guard for more than a decade.

All I can say is "Wowhuh?!?!" [That is the rarely used word that combines wow and huh, common in the Middle Ages I believe, but has fallen out of favor the last few centuries.] I had hoped to say a few words about this past Sixers season this week, as it has exceeded my highest expectations. Iverson clearly played the best of his career, and the young guys showed there is more there than potential. The team seemed to come together more and more as the season unfolded, usually a sign that the new coach and system are beginning to make sense. The team look great at times during the playoffs, a foul shot away from giving the defending champ Pistons all they could handle.

However, there had been lots of rumblings since the season ended, all of which centered on player frustration at O'Brien's decision-making. Where did Chris Webber fit in? Why didn't Willie Green play more? What role does Samuel Dalembert need to fill? Where is John Salmons?

I am not going to front and pretend that I saw this coming. O'Brien got this team to the playoffs, which was no easy task. It would have seemed that he earned a second year, a chance to fix these problems and continue to perfect the system that he wanted the team to run. Billy King, the 76ers' GM, has gone out on a limb here, changing coaches again after one season. You don't see the best teams in the league constantly going through coaches, do you? These reversals and lack of patience scare me, as a whole new system and coaching style will have to be learned.

However, it is real nice to have Mo Cheeks back. He is 0ne of the most loved athlete this city has ever known, a great basketball mind, well-respected by players. Everyone wanted him for the job last year, and now our wish has come true. I feel like the pieces are there, and I am excited for next season.

-The NBA playoffs continue tonight, with the Pistons travelling to Miami to open the Eastern Conference Finals. I can only say that these have been great playoffs so far, as the level of play and intensity have not been this high in years. The four best teams remain, meaning that this should be a great end to the only sports season that matters. There is nothing greater to me than to see teams play to win, exploiting the offensive talents of their stars. I hope that the Suns, Mavs, et al are heralding a new day in basketball, away from the ugliness that Larry Brown and other defense minded thugs wrought on the league for the past decade.

-"Shaq might have held Wilt to 98 points." Read this great piece on the Shaq vs. Wilt comparisons, as it is nice to see some reminiscing about the greatest of all-time, Wilt Chamberlain. I grew up hearing stories about Wilt from my father, hearing about the night he grabbed 52 rebounds against the Celtics (and Bill Russell), how they changed the rules to slow him down (three seconds in the lane, offensive goaltending) and about all of his legendary feats from Overbrook High School to the NBA. It's nice to see

-My favorite referral to Pound for Pound to date has been the google search for "Wilt Chamberlain penis size". That's going to be hard to beat, but I trust that the perverts who scour the Internet will top themselves soon enough. For the record, I do not know Wilt's penis size, but figure that it is a lot bigger than mine (no homo).

-Since this is a basketball-intensive post, I have to link to Bill Simmons thoughts on the game. Y'all know him as the Sports Guy from ESPN's Page Two. Go here, here and here (my all-time favorite, ranking the MVP race from Ron Artest at #425 to Shaq at #1) for some of the funniest, most intelligent writing on the sport today.

-Finally, Nike released the limited edition laser-etched Jordan IVs this past week, as those lucky enough to win the raffle now have a beautiful pair of kicks to sell for an outrageous price on eBay. Go here and here to check out pics. I am still not really feelin' the laser etchings, but it is nice to see Nike doing different things and utilizing technology for design. Of course, the fact that these are limited editon, cost hundreds of dollars to get a hold of, and can only be found through the Internet negates any positives about the design. It is a shame to see the sneaker game reduced to hype, but since I fiend after most of this ish, I am well-aware of my hypocrisy.

Te Quiero Mi Mami

Usher, Yeah (DJ Whoo Kid reggaeton remix)

Cassidy, Hotel (DJ Whoo Kid reggaeton remix)

Alicia Keys, Karma (DJ Whoo Kid reggaeton remix)

50 Cent, Disco Inferno (DJ Whoo Kid reggaeton remix)

Kevin Lyttle, Turn Me On (DJ Whoo Kid reggaeton remix)

Summer is starting to return, as the weather has turned hot and people are everywhere in the city these last few days. I can think of little else that I want to listen to right now more than reggaeton, the Puerto Rican/Panamanian/Carribean music that has begun to takeover the East Coast cities that we care about here on Pound for Pound. It evokes summer in much the same way that 40 oz. Olde English and water ice does. Perfect.

The above songs come off of the DJ Whoo Kid Presents-Reggaeton mixtape, which is the format for so much of this music. Street music sold on the streets. Whoo Kid's mix seems the best introduction for us, as he puts on numerous reggaeton remixes of popular hip-hop and dancehall songs. These should sound familiar but not familiar (if that makes sense). These give you a good sense of the music, the mixture of dancehall, Soca, house and hip hop rhythms that make up this polyglot genre.

Enjoy this taste, as there is much more to come. We will get into the big names, like Tego Calderon, Daddy Yankee, Ivy Queen and Don Omar, try to put it into context as a street music, look at its growing popularity here in the States.

-If you like the songs above, go to Silk City tonight and check out a new monthly, Esta Bien, dedicated to reggaeton. This is the first one, but it sounds like G13 Sound are bringing something unique and necessary to Philly. I cannot begin to tell you how excited I am to check this one out, as MC and I have spent the last few weeks scouring Philly and the Internets for this music.

-I am planning on putting together a major post on the pay-to-play trial and the future of ethics reform in Philadelphia this weekend. In the meantime, check out this great three-part series by the Philadelphia Inquirer here, here and here (or go here for the articles and lots of additional info). It looks at the shady dealings of State Senator Vince Fumo in regards to the family owned bank he runs. It is a nice look at the ethical swamp that is Pennsylvania politics, while providing a sobering look at one of the power players in this city. Oh, and make sure to check out this article that updates the (surprise, surprise) FBI investigation of Fumo.

-In a similar vein, this seems like a good time to look at the nightmare that is judicial elections in Philadelphia. These 'elections' are really just paydays for ward leaders, who demand money from judicial candidates in return for their endorsements on the official ballots that are given out at polling places. There has been a movement for years to appoint judges, thereby taking this important selection process out of the hands of these corrupt ward leaders. Tom Ferrick does a great job exposing another embarrassing aspect of this system: its . Amazingly, there is momentum right now to chenge the system and move to a merit-based system with a selection system. Again, Pennsylvania has a choice to move into the future or get left behind in the past.

-On a more positive note from a PA State Senator, read this editorial by Vincent Hughes, who represents West Philadelphia. This push to raise the minimum wage is long overdue, since it has remained stagnant for 5 years, not even keeping up with inflation. Our neighbors and competitors have made similar moves recently, recognizing the benefits and fairness that this move engenders. It is time for Pennsylvania to decide what sort of place it wants to be, and this bill by Hughes and Sen. Christine Tartaglione seems a good indicator of what the future holds.

-Speaking of crazy, is the New York Times serious about charging to read their op-ed writers? Have they ever actually read what Bill Tierney writes? Did they actually mean to say that they would pay us, the readers, money to look at the garbage that David Brooks spits out twice a week? [Thanks to TA for this one]

-Finally, head here and find out the #1 song in the land on your birthday. What was rocking the country on the landmark day of Pound for Pound's birth, you ask? The Commodores' "Three Times A Lady". (Was there even a doubt?) Pound for Pound's life theme, a.k.a. the #1 song on one's 18th b-day? A little ditty called "Macarena" by the legendary Los Del Rio. [Thanks to MC and CP for this one]

We Still Tippin'

Mike Jones featuring the G-Unit-Still Tippin' (remix)

Mike Jones, Lil Keke and Big Pokey-Still Tippin' (remix)

Mike Jones, Slim Thug and Paul Wall-Still Tippin' (Diplo remix)

A follow-up to this post, as I wanted to put up some re-interpretations of "Still Tippin'", the track that still kills me and is still the standout track from Mike Jones' album, Who Is Mike Jones?. The first one is the official remix featuring the G-Unit, which is all the proof you need to have to realize that Houston done blown up. Suddenly, Houston's song are getting the same treatment that a Fat Joe or The Game song would get. Our baby's all grows up, all grows up. The track's kind of a throwaway, as the 50 and Young Buck verses add nothing.

The second one features two of the Houston's best, as Lil Keke and Big Pokey kill it. This one comes close to equalling the original version, as those Texas drawls sound so perfect over those slow Michael Watts beat and violin loop. Again, it is so nice to hear something that's not trying to hit the charts or appeal to some douchebag A&R guy at a major label. Much more to come on Keke and Pokey, who have helped put Houston on the map with the Screwed Up Click and their solo work.

Finally, the last one allows me to continue to jock Diplo (no homo), while simultaneously showing how versatile and talented he is. A great version of the song, which perfectly illustrates the wonderful surprises that mash-ups can bring. Thanks to Houston So Real, who posted this up a few months ago.

-Speaking of crazy shit, Dave Chappelle has reportedly gone off the deep end. News leaked last week that he is in a mental hospital in South Africa, although Chapelle has dismissed these claims over the weekend. I just have to say that if you are in a mental hospital in South Africa, the home of apartheid and abject poverty, shit is really real. I do hope that Dave gets better, but this whole woe is me schtick after signing a $50 million deal has gots to go. As a nice gesture on the part of his fans, I hearby suggest that no one ever do the Rick James bit ever again. Pretty please? Deal? Good.

-Another funny guy (actually the funniest), Will Ferrell, dropped a movie this weekend. Kicking and Screaming is a family flick, in which Ferrell is the coach of his son's soccer team. While this does not sound promising, the commercials prove to me that Ferrell could do anything and I would laugh my ass off.

-On the opposite end of the spectrum (the end that isn't funny and is completely unbearable), Everybody Loves Raymond comes to an end tonight after 210 episodes. I believe that historians will look back centuries from now, and look at the popularity, awards and critical acclaim that this show received as a signpost of the end of the American empire.

-Lots of good stuff going on in Philly, as it's not all shitty sports teams and corrupt leaders. The real estate market here is booming, with new constructions popping up everywhere. Best of all, the focus continues to head north into North Philly, which warms Pound for Pound's heart like very few things can. This development at Broad and Mount Vernon Sts. continues the extension of the Avenue of the Arts north, making Broad Street more and more the destination it should be.

-The area's business leaders seem to finally be getting their acts together, as this major hiring confirms. Select Greater Philadelphia, the economic development arm of the Greater Philadelphia Chamber of Commerce, chose Thomas Morr, one of the leaders in Washington's D.C.'s economic turnaround. It is nice to see the business community take a proactive stance, as they have relied too much on government to improve this area.

-Finally, a few personal bullet points. I would like to wish a Happy Birthday to MF, a.k.a Tiny Dancer. Also, happy birthday to ML, whose kiss Friday night has left me questioning my own sexuality. No homo?

-Congragulations to MC on her graduation yesterday. So proud, mami, as this is a wonderful accomplishment. I wish that I could have experienced more of this time with her, but look forward to being a part of her dazzling future. As my coach always said, it's doesn't matter who starts the game, but who's in at the end when things really matter. Yamean? Real big things for you, real big things, as the museums and galleries of the world best be on the lookout.

This Pound for Pound Shit is Bananas. B-A-N-A-N-A-S!

I decided to try to come with the daily heat, as I know that you need a consistent dose of Pound for Pound. Seriously though, I am going to try to make at least one post a day from here on out, giving you some links, some tunes, some thoughts and some funnies. What more could you ask for? Don't answer that.

Gwen Stefani, Holla Back Girl (Diplo remix)

The subject should have given off visions of Gwen Stefani, one of pop music's leading ladies. Her new album dropped a few months ago, and this track has been killing it on dancefloors from here to Okinawa. I am sure you have already heard this one, but I had to up the remix done by Philly's own Diplo, a.k.a. Diplodocus, a.k.a. Wes Gully, a.k.a. one-half of Hollertronix. I just love that B-more club beat, as those drums works better for me than the thudding bass drum in the original. "Oooh, this my shit, this my shit. Oooh, this my shit, this my shit." Indeed.

-I have been on a crazy two week concert spree, having caught Dizzee Rascal, the Shins, Prefuse 73, Junior Boys and Caribou with my jawn MC and Gogol Bordellosolo. It's been hit or miss, even though all of this music has been getting airtime on Pound for Pound's iPod. The Shins show suffered because of the venue, as the Electric Factory really is the worst place to see a show. It's like seeing a band in an airplane hangar, surrounded by surburban teenagers and yuppies planning their move back there. I believe that this was the fourth circle in Dante's Inferno, but I could be wrong. Prefuse did not do it for me, as live hip-hop never does. There is something so pointless to me seeing a talented producer doing his impression of the Roots. MC loved it, and I was clearly in the minority, as the show was packed and no one left early. Junior Boys and Caribou suffered from a bad venue as well, as the Upstairs at the Troc is horrendous. The sound is horrible, the bouncers are obnoxious, and the room was made for 1/3 the people there. I hope that R5 Productions avoids this spot in the future, as I know that I will. Junior Boys deserved better, as their electronic pop soundscapes deserve a quiet, relaxed, hi-fi setting. Gogol Bordello absolutely wrecked shit, and will be the focus of a future post.

-Lots of great shows/events coming up, which should make this a great summer/fall. One show that I will not be attending is the all-too-regular digging up of the Rolling Stones, in their noble quest to make everyone forget they were once a great band. Well done, boys, mission accomplished.

-In Philadelphia, the remaining charges in the pay-to-pay trial were dropped, as the jury deadlocked. It's a disappointing ending, as I would have liked to have seen everyone convicted. But, there are rumblings that ethics reform will come up again in City Council. The shame of this disgraceful situation might actually bring about the changes that have been needed for years. More to come, as I want to keep the focus on this important trial with its own post.

-The Philadelphia Eagles gave their response to T.O.'s demands for a new contract. The answer is no, and I applaud them for holding the line on this ridiculous move by Owens and his agent. Rich Hoffmann has an idea to offset the potentially missing Terrell Owens. Trade for Buffalo Bills running back Travis Henry and ressurect the three-headed running monster. Oh, and Freddie Mitchell was released, and no one noticed. If a mediocre receiver is released, does it make a sound?

-Why mention the Eagles? Because the Philadelphia Phillies are awful, and this is shaping up to be a long summer.

-Whenever I am speaking about disappointments, I cannot help but consider my parents. (P.S. Mom and Dad, I am not a disappointment. I am going through a quarter-life crisis. Is this bullshit? I'll just say that Oprah doesn't believe it is. 'Nuf said.) This story helps explain why my parents not only didn't supervise in a store, but would oftentimes leave and go to another store without telling me. FYI, we prefer homely, not ugly. Just FYI.

-Finally, a great quote that was sent to me by reader SR: "I like living. I have sometimes been wildly, despairingly, acutely miserable, racked with sorrow, but through it all I still know quite certainly that just to be alive is a grand thing." - Agatha Christie

Who Is Mike Jones? The Review

Cheah, it's here. I know that I have been talking about this "Who Is Mike Jones?" review for awhile, and I apologize for the delay. But, I figured that since it took two years for the album to finally get released, despite numerous mentions of its 'imminent' release on mixtape after mixtape, it would be bad form to promptly deliver on my promises. I hope that you appreciate this blog-imitating-art-imitating-rap-imitating-life or something like that.

I had planned on giving a background/history of the Houston rap scene, looking at the Geto Boys, UGK, DJ Screw and all that has come before. I'll save that for future posts, as I don't want to try to cram all of these amazing sounds and artists into one measly post. For once in my miserable, neurotic life, I am going to play it cool.

Anyway, onto the review. Who is Mike Jones, you may actually be asking? Well, he is a young Houston rapper, a rising star to some, a fraud to many others, possessor of a Southern drawl, an unfortunate repeater of the same lyrics and catchphrases in song after song, an average lyricist on his best day, kinda fat (we prefer portly or stout). In essence, a strange choice as one of the first picks to capitalize on the newfound attention on Houston's rap scene.

Mike Jones' "Who Is Mike Jones?" is the first major label release for him, after a few years of underground albums and numerous mixtape appearances. It's actually the first release as a major label for Swishahouse, the label run by DJ Michael "5000" Wattts, which has a label that has served as a great launching pad for Houston rappers, such as Slim Thug, Chamillionaire and Paul Wall. The label is now distributed by Warner Bros, meaning . That's right, the Major With a Major Deal.

It is this news that has left me anticipating the release of this album so much. Just seeing posters for the album at record stores on 11th Street in Philly, alongside Beanie Siegel and Purple City, left me hyped. This scene that has been plugging away for years in regional obscurity is hitting the big time, and it is wonderful to see it happen. It is nice to see these artists get their props and bank, as it is the major labels that make people rich and famous. On the other hand, there is the fear that this is the end of the scene that I had come to love. These majors want profit, and oftentimes that comes at the expense of creativity and originality.

Who Is Mike Jones? reinforces both of these thoughts, providing a unique example of an album and a scene at the crossroads. All in all, this album is alot better than I expected; it ain't no classic, but it proves that there's more than hype to Mike Jones. There are 6 great tracks on here, tracks that I keep coming back to. "Still Tippin" is THE classic, a song that has been getting air time on East Coast radio and MTV Jams. It has been out for more than a year, however, so there isn't much new to say about it. Got It Sewed Up (Remix), Screw Dat, What You Know About, Cuttin' and Know What I'm Sayin' hit hard, as well, as they capture the style of Houston best. They feature the slow beats, the drawls, the Houston dialect. They remind me of the shit that got me into this music in the first place. They reflect the reason why people have supported this scene for years without the attention of the rest of the country, major labels and nerdy bloggers like me.

However, the rest of the album ignores this lesson, and it sounds like any of the other hip hop albums that drop every year from the likes of Fat Joe or [Insert average rapper here]. There are too many slow numbers, as only "5 Years" warrants repeat listening from this style. This preponderance of slow numbers kills the flow of the album, and it comes across as such a fucking forced format. It reminds me of Lil' Flip, one of the first to break out of H-Town, whose major label releases have been uneven and disappointing. All of the things that make Flip interesting gets taken out or watered down in the miosguided belief that all hip hop has to sound like everything else. Regional sounds, language and obsessions scare everyone because they don't sound like everything being put out on the East/West Coasts. It's like all hip-hop albums have to have the exact same format, out of fear of not appealing to every possible consumer demographic.

Beyond this, Jones still relies too much on gimmick shit, like giving out his cell phone number digits (which has been disconnected for awhile) and shouting his name constantly. It's kinda cool the first few times you hear it, but each subsequent one makes you think that this guy needs these lines to make through a song. He is hurting his own cause, as his voice and flow more than make up for his lyrical shortcomings in my book.

Cocaine Blunts and Hip Hop Tapes already put his thoughts up on this album, and I agree with most of what he says. I actually like "Got It Sewed Up (Remix)", as I think that the DJ Paul/Juicy J (the men behind Memphis legends Three 6 Mafia) production sounds good to these ears and was a nice surprise. I don't think that it comes close to the original from The Day Hell Broke Loose Part 2 either, but I liked the fact that they did something different. The Memphis sound is a little more driving, and I like hearing the slower Houston flow deal with that.

Okay, on to the important stuff: the mp3s. Here are three of the hottest tracks, the best of the new stuff from this album (I assume most people already have "Still Tippin'"). I have included the choppped and screwed versions to give everyone a sense of what this term means, as there will be much more to come on this slowed-down style. Like Cocaine Blunts says, this is one of Michael Watts' best jobs on a screwed CD in some time, so this is a good chance to act like you know about screwed music. It is a great album, screwed and chopped, as all the songs sound better and make better sense.

R.I.P. Robert Davis

Screw Dat (regular speed)

Screw Dat (chopped and screwed)

What Ya Know About (feat. Paul Wall and Killa Kyleon)

What Ya Know About (chopped and screwed)

Know What I'm Sayin' (feat. Bun B and Lil Keke)

Know What I'm Sayin' (chopped and screwed)

If you download these songs, please leave some thoughts and feedback. Curious to hear what people are thinking about this album.

Convictions in the Philly Corruption Case!!!

I am so happy that I just had to get this news out to my dear readers. I am sure that I will return to this, and drop lots of links, but for now, the basics will have to suffice. The jury in the federal pay-to-play trial found former city Treasurer Corey Kemp and two Commerce bank executives, Glenn Holck and Stephen Umbrell, guilty. Kemp is guilty of 27 counts, becoming the highest ranking official convicted so far in the city corruption investigation. There is more to come, as the jury will continue to meet to decide on the remaining charges, in particular those dealing with Ron White's mistress, Janice Knight.

This is a definitive moment in the city's history, and I hope that we will look back in future years as a turning point for a better, fairer and more modern Philly.

Yom HaShoah

"Forgetting the extermination is part of the extermination itself." - Jean Baudrillard

I decided to forgo posting yesterday, in response to Yom Hashoah, the day of remembrance for the 6 million Jews murdered during the Holocaust. I know that this is not a polical blog; I have worried for the past day that this post would come off as too out-of-the-blue or off-putting. I decided to go with it because Pound for Pound is an expression of its author and his passion. I would have felt pathetic writing about Mike Jones or Gwen Stefani or new construction in Philadelphia on such a solemn occasion. I hope that those reading can understand my decision, and that it will make more sense as this blog takes shape.

In essence, yesterday was a day for silence. A day to escape from the rush of the daily world. A day to reflect in a world that no longer values reflection. In a world that does not value memory and remembrance. A day to remember all those who were murdered in the heart of the West, while the world did nothing. A day to remember not just the dead, but those who survived, forced to tell a story too horrible for words. Remember all those suffering around the world at the hands of tyranny and oppression, and realize how little has changed. Remember our past in order to change the present and future.

Please take a look at this look at this essay by Gustav Neibeur and this one by Mike Franklin, who highlight the need for memory to be active and engaged. Take a look at the words, the names and the faces. Get involved with an organization like Facing History, that engages history in attempt to spur action in the present. Make "Never Again" mean never again.

"No one can become what he cannot find in his memories." - Jean Amery

Back Like Cooked Crack a.k.a. The P.M.C.E.

That's right, Pound for Pound has returned. Back like cooked crack, motherfuckers! [Disclaimer: The Pound for Pound editorial board is not making light of the destruction caused by the crack cocaine drug in the 1980s. In fact, we were there to see its devastating impact on the city we love, and will never forget the darkness it brings. However, we are unable to not quote Juelz Santana. Seriously, it's a disease. Cop these mixtapes and you too can catch it.]

I am sorry for the hiatus, as this blog is way too insubstantial and too much a work in progress to leave it unchanged for so long. But, quite simply, your bol got knocked off his feet by a beautiful, intelligent, hot jawn and is just now getting to his feet. It's that simple, really, something unanticipated and wonderful that made virtual reality uninspiring. I guess you can call this the Post-M.C. Era (P.M.C.E.), and I truly believe that it will mark the beginning of so many great things. For really rill.

Before I get too emo and shit, let me simply say that posts will come fast and furious from here on out. I have never felt so focused before, and I hope that this focus will give everyone reason to return to check things out here. I will have the Mike Jones review up soon, lots of Dirty South hip hop talk, reviews of the Dizzee Rascal, Shins and Prefuse 73 shows I caught recently, some dancehall, some reggaeton, lots of links, a new format, pics from the camera I am about to buy, and much more, ya hear.

That's right, kids, this boy got that CRACK!

Sensitive Thug

For the next few days, there is going to be a lot of rap talk here at Pound for Pound. I don't want my readers to think it is going to bitches, money and whips around here 24/7. So, I am going to go all emo on your asses for this post, and show you that feelings sometimes escape the frozen object that is my heart. Whenever I need to highlight said emo side, I turn to this man:



Look at Morrissey, tell me that bol isn't sitting in his apartment, watching Extreme Makeover: Home Edition, sipping a nice glass of wine, worrying about the world, and having a good cry. Well, friends, that makes two of us. Here are the lyrics to one of the most beautiful songs that I have ever heard, "I Know It's Over" by The Smiths. It is a wonderful look at unrequited love, self-loathing, loves lost and loneliness, one that seems so perfect and real to me. I will return to The Smiths, Morrissey, New Order, Joy Division, The Cure et al down the road, as it is this incredible world that I am just now discovering. How the hell did I not hear this shit in high school when I was a really miserable shit?

I Know It's Over
lyrics
music

Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head
And as I climb into an empty bed
Oh well. Enough said.
I know it's over - still I cling
I don't know where else I can go
Oh ...
Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head
See, the sea wants to take me
The knife wants to slit me
Do you think you can help me ?
Sad veiled bride, please be happy
Handsome groom, give her room
Loud, loutish lover, treat her kindly
(Though she needs you
More than she loves you)
And I know it's over - still I cling
I don't know where else I can go
Over and over and over and over
Over and over, la ...
I know it's over
And it never really began
But in my heart it was so real
And you even spoke to me, and said :
"If you're so funny
Then why are you on your own tonight ?
And if you're so clever
Then why are you on your own tonight ?
If you're so very entertaining
Then why are you on your own tonight ?
If you're so very good-looking
Why do you sleep alone tonight ?
I know ...
'Cause tonight is just like any other night
That's why you're on your own tonight
With your triumphs and your charms
While they're in each other's arms..."
It's so easy to laugh
It's so easy to hate
It takes strength to be gentle and kind
Over, over, over, over
It's so easy to laugh
It's so easy to hate
It takes guts to be gentle and kind
Over, over
Love is Natural and Real
But not for you, my love
Not tonight, my love
Love is Natural and Real
But not for such as you and I, my love
Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head
Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head
Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head
Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my ...
Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head
Oh Mother, I can even feel the soil falling over my head
Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head
Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my ...

(Thanks to It All May End Tommorrow, an amazing Smiths/Morrissey fansite)

(Dedicated to CS, the only man I will ever slowdance with to "Love Will Tear Us Apart. You have my word.)

Ok, we will now move on to what really matters: Money, Cash, Hoes. I will put up the Mike Jones review and mp3s later today, recap the Dirty South Weekend on MTV Jams, and take a look at Bun B, Lil Wayne, Rapid Ric and whoever else is killin' right now. For those who think that being emo means being a pussy, just look below:



Grin-din', when you know what I keep in a lining (Whooof...)
People better stay in line, when (Whooof...)
When you see a bol like Morrissey shinin' (Grin-ding!)
Grin-din', when you know what I keep in a lining (Whooof...)
People better stay in line, when (Whooof...)
When you see a bol like Morrissey shinin' (Grin-ding!)