Rap Up, Week of April 17 April 17, 2015
Yelawolf, Eminem, Large Professor, OG Maco, Quavo, Holt, King Louie, Dave East, Snoop Dogg, Lord Byron, White Gzus, Tela
Harold Stallworth is dancing reckless. At this point in my relatively young life, I always, without fail, find myself to be either the youngest or oldest person in every bar, every dance hall, every strip club I step foot inside—and with that comes a newfound appreciation for music that plays comfortably to both demographics without […]
Fall Mixtape: Jimmy Ness December 8, 2014
Jimmy Ness bites the eel by the dozen Rather than opt for songs emotive of grey scale weather, blocked-guttering and shrinking daylight hours, I’ve compiled this fall mixtape as a snapshot of music I’m currently digging. The track-list reveals 2014 was the year I delved bellbottom-knee deep into funk’s luminescent depths. Prince, Zapp, Luther Vandross, Lakeside, […]
West Coast Round Up July 21, 2014
Max Bell is starring opposite Robert DeNiro in “Meet the Flockers 2” Last week was a long week for various reasons. Rap and reefer helped. The Cali cure is generally best. Below are some of the latest offerings from L.A. rappers I played during that time. It’s a markedly mixed bag, comprised of veterans, gangsters, […]
Torii MacAdams just finished wiping his car down Summer jams are supposed to be breezy, feel-good anthems, girding the assumption that shit is sweet. It’s easy to view summertime with soft-focus nostalgia, especially in Southern California, a supposed paradise marketed to doe-eyed outsiders since the mid-Nineteenth Century. The truth is, the proverbial shit ain’t sweet, […]
Max Bell once played basketball with Nate Dogg.  Last week, a friend and recent L.A. transplant told me 2Pac and Dr. Dre songs left still bodies staring at the deserted dance floor of a Westside lounge. Outsiders equate lack of motion to tracks from the accepted West Coast rap suzerain with treason. And yet, this reaction […]
Harold Stallworth will always roots for the villain. This year’s spring has been absurdly slow in arriving to Washington D.C., but better late than polar vortex. Bidding farewell to old man winter is a bittersweet occasion, seeing as how my dearest strains of music and fashion were born out of blistering winds and torrential snowfall. […]
Harold Stallworth is infatuated with Donald Goines’ novels. “The creative geography has collapsed over the last few years in Los Angeles.” This is a sentence I wish I could take credit for, but it’s an observation that only a California native, such as this publication’s editor, who lived through an era where Xzibit’s At The […]
The video treatment is as straightforward as the message. Do your thing, which in the case of Snoop means smoking bleezies while Dam-Funk is posted up by the bar drinking Godfathers, keytar strapped, and distilling the same no-nonsense approach as your favorite Don. As you might expect, there is a gyrating girl who has been […]