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7 Questions with: The oOohh Baby Gimme mores……..

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Colanthony Humprhey and Densil McFarlane make music that, if not outright pulling you first, gently slides you toward the dance floor like a persistent suitor. You might not have came to the club to dance with somebody, you might have came to play the sidelines and work the wall with a bar special in hand,  but the more your pursuer pleads their case the more it all starts to make sense. They’d rather see you sweaty and amped on a scuffed up hardwood floor than posted comatose on a wall. They just want to give you a little something to shake your assets to. It’s party music. Authentic and finely constructed melodies engineered for large crowds, dim basements and neon light littered clubs. I dig it. Equal parts angst and swag, pub and discotheque. I was intrigued after hearing a track off their EP Interchorus, and so I put my google sense to work finding all the information I could about whoever it was that had created what I just heard. I was surprised to find that the sound machine  better known as The oOohh Baby Gimme Mores was comprised of two young brothas out of Toronto as legit as the music they make. Don’t sleep, the EP is available now and the LP is on the way, if you don’t know now you know…………………

HB: So you originally started out as a hip hop production duo but wanted to do something different musically, how did two producers morph into an extremely dope two man wrecking crew of a band such as yourself . Have you always wanted to be performers in this sense or is this, musically, a place you’d never imagined you’d be?

C: We were always musicians… Densil was determined to learn guitar, and I started out playing drums in church (still play there till this day).  As Densil got better, we started looking for members… actually we went through around 8 or maybe 9 different people. When our last homie left, that’s when everything began. We were fed up, and just felt like it was time to do our own thing. “Don’t Be Stush” was the first song we wrote. The rest is history. Also, I think I speak for the both of us when I say we’ve always wanted to be famous musicians… even before we met each other

D:  True.  I always wanted to have my name in lights.  Before I met Colanthony, I was thinking that was going to happen with acting.  I  never thought i’d get recognized for being a musician. And I damned sure didn’t think i’d be a lead singer of a punk band.

HB     If you were an ornament on the lawn of love would you be a sweet and tender gnome, a shiny and sexy orb, a sleek and seductive flamingo, or a dark and dirty gargoyle?

C: Hmm… I’d be the garden hose. Love can’t grow without my love juice…..

D:  I think i’m gonna have to go with the gargoyle.  Ladies dig gargoyles.

HB. As you have gained more popularity do your find yourselves getting love from listeners outside of the Afro Punk and indie/punk/alt rock communities? Given how mainstream hip hop and pop artists like Lil Wayne and Rihanna are leaning toward more progressive and experimental rock inspired sounds do you think it’s a blessing or a curse for bands such as yourself who genuinely embody those elements outside of it being a trend to do so?

D: Absolutely.  The gift and the curse about our sound is that it doesn’t exclusively have a box to categorize it.  So it’s nice to have some hip hop heads, punk kids, etc. finding something about our sound that they can enjoy.  The opposite side is that since we don’t sound like the box, a lot of times we get the stiff boot for not being exactly the same as everyone. Good music is good music.  That shouldn’t be judged.  And if weezy can make a dope ass rock song.  Do it.  We need more quality music.

C: At first I thought we were only getting love from outside of those places because of our friends and whatnot, but the more we have shows, the more I believe it’s because of the music, and not who we are. I’m not too sure how the scenes are in other cities, but over here (Toronto), the scenes are very mixed. Punk bands play in electro shows and vice versa. Not only that, but some hip hop/R&B artists over here are really experimental and doing crossovers with different styles all the time.

HB: How dope was it to perform with Saul Williams and other artists on the Niggy Tardust Tour, what would you say is the most important thing you took away from the experience as artists and as fans?

C: It was too dope! The American Fangs, KraK AttacK, and Saul Williams himself are some cool ass dudes! Not only them, but everyone else on the AP team that was with them from Matthew and Whitney to Keith and everyone else who was with them.The thing I took away was a humble attitude. Saul is the most humble musician I’ve ever encountered. Especially someone that has reached his level of fame. He invited us on stage to rock with him during his performance as well. He didn’t have to do that at all, and he did. Truly an amazing night.Not only that, but it’s okay to be a fan. We spent the majority of the night running back and forth between backstage and into the crowd because we enjoy the music so much

D:  It was easily the best musical experience I have had a pleasure to be apart of in my life.  Thank you Saul Williams, Krak Attack, American Fangs, Saidah Baba Talibah and not to forget Afro Punk.  You’ll never know how much we appreciate it.

HB: Please finish the sentence: Because when the night falls, my lonely heart……?

C: beats really fast because I’m trying not to get caught making sweet sweet love to my employers fine ass daughter? On his desk? Where there are pictures of her, her mom, and him?

D:  …falls.  ooooooh I wanna dance with somebody. I want to feel the heat with somebody. yeah! I want to dance with somebody.  With somebody who loves me! (please don’t get me started… I could go on).

HB: I find your musical influences fascinating especially your inclusion of New Jack Swing as one of them. The New Jack Swing sound had a certain funk and smooth grit to it I can definitely hear traces of in your music especially on Interchorus, which is one of my favorite songs by the way. What is the main thing about that particular style that draws you to it? What’s one of your favorite songs from the era?

D: I grew up with it.  High top fades and kangols.  New Jack swing embodies everything I loved growing up.  It’s got soul, funk, rap, swinging jazz elements,  these are some of the bases in me becoming who I am today.  I’m not sure if I could single it down to just one song but i’m listening to “If this isn’t love” by New Edition right now. *does old school dance*

C: The energy of it. It’s fun! Hard drums that make you wanna dance, phat ass basslines to go along with the drums, and the old school grooves. You can’t help but feel good when you hear it.One of my favorite songs from that era is “Just Can’t Handle It” by Hi-Five. The musicianship of the intro, the beat, the story of a 16 yr old kid and a 25 yr old woman (I think all dudes dream about that at that age). Classic

7. Ooohh baby gimme more of…..what?

C: Ask the ladies for that answer… It may be music today… It may be loving tonight… or it may be eggs and toast the morning after… Right now, let’s just say music… and by music, I mean sexual Interchorus.

D: if I tell you… I’d have to kill you.  And I don’t want to have to do that again.  In all seriousness, it took us 3 years to make that name.  It came to me in a dream.  But if I was gonna say what I want more of…  well… black men can’t get enough of that ass.  So shake it fast.  watch yourself.

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Time of the season…….

**This is one of the first posts I ran back in April. In the beginning I was having some trouble uploading the videos, so because I strive to keep it thorough on this site I updated the post adding proper visuals**

So I’m a young old head,  ILOVE music from back in the day. Lately I’ve been hearing two particular songs repeatedly on my local radio station sampling one of the dopest songs from my favorite era. The song is Time of the Season by The Zombies and I thought the 1968 original was fresh as it was, then here comes Melanie Fiona and Mook n Fair doin what we youngins do, they flipped an olide but goodie into a newbie that’s still good. Personally, Melainie’s song is hotness but I think Mook N Fair incorporated the song more creatively. What do you think, who did it better?

Melanie Fiona- Give it to me right

Mook N Fair- Who’s your daddy

The original



R.I.P Baatin
August 1, 2009, 9:33 pm
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 I just heard about the untimely passing of Slum Village founding father Baatin bka Titus Glover.  I really can’t say nothing else but damn…….a lot of artistic genius has left this earth as of late. Peace to all the souls that now fly freely through the realms of heaven………………………



Switchin it up on ya…….
July 25, 2009, 3:18 am
Filed under: Jamz, Life....I wonder... | Tags: , , , , , , , ,

Yeah so I’ve written a couple posts about my “eclectic” taste in music and the hell I caught for it growing up. There is one memory that will forever stick out in my mind. I was in 7th grade I believe and it was during this time that I was chillin with a clique of all white girls because, they were into the same music I was and I had to get in where I fit in. So anyway there was this dude who looked like O Dog from Menage 2 Society, braids and everything, who always used to joke on me with his lil homeboys whenever they got the chance.  On this day he  came up and confessed something in my ear that would stay burned in my mind for the rest of my school days.  He told me, “You know out of the group of girls you hang with your one of the coolest, and don’t tell nobody but I be likin some of that music yall listen to” Ya don’t say? I was shocked to say the least.  The funny thing about it was he said don’t tell, like he was telling me he had herpes or something. That right there gave me a new confidence in myself and how I did my thing. It validated me in the sense that I was not “weird” . I was actually someone who had it a lot better than the rest because I had the courage to be myself with no fronts. 

Now I grew up mostly listening to r&b and hip hop but I always had an ear for music and if I liked it, I liked it. I also was an TV baby, me and my pop used to sit and watch music videos all the time, so I was also exposed to everything MTV and BET had to offer, from Tupac to Marilyn Manson.  I think alternative struck a harmonious chord with me because I connected with the angst. The raw emotion of being an outcast, being misunderstood, not being part of the “in” crowd and really not giving two fucks about it. So here’s to being young, wild,  and free……..



A moment of silence please………

Yes, I asked you to please take a moment of silence for my dear friend. In my feeble mind I believed that while my friend was ill, as good as dead some would say, they would undoubtedly pull through. That they would regain thier failing health and make a vibrant and triumphant return to the land of the living. But alas, not even the sheer will to fight, or tenacity or the prayers of loved ones could keep her alive. My good friend the music industry  has lost her vibrant lifeforce and now sits rotting in the afterworld that is mediocrity and ineptitude.  

I am over the mainstream. Not in some hip hop is dead, the kids aren’t alright, Miley Cyrus makes me upchuck type of way but in a damn this shit really don’t move me anymore type of way. It has become apparent the  game is so starved for something fresh, something new, something organically soul shatteringly  dope that they smother the goodness out of anything that shows any sign of promise no matter how miniscule, ahem Drake.  They covet and overexpose pre-greatness before it has a chance to rightfully blossom.  Those roses that do happen to grow in the concrete are plucked in all thier nubile glory and promptly glazed in plastic, preserving the beauty they have now all the while killing the beauty that was still yet to come. It seemed like back in the day an artist had to grind, prove themselves before they got the shine and adoration that these new artists get within a months time, and then keep that stuff that got them there coming and they brought it with a hunger and passion and soul that was remarkable, nothing short of divine. The average career span back in the day was like a decade or so, at least a good 5, 6, 7 year run.Hell artists like Teena Marie are still gettin in in and making quality music to this day, but these new cats? Washed up by thier sophmore album, third if they’re lucky.

I stopped listening to my radio a long time ago and just the other day while watching videos it hit me, music is not ruled by creative genius anymore. It’s ruled by what’s hot at the moment, what dude or homegirl already did but tweaked a little bit to the left or right. I know there’s been whispers and shouts about , this dumbing down of music, this death of true artistry, for a hot minute, but it’s only now just really really hit me, like a sucker punch to the left eye. Perhaps it’s the half-bladie craze sweeping the ladies of the industry or the fact that songs are now sampling songs that came out less than a year ago that you can still hear on the radio right after you hear the song that sampled it, ahem Kid Cudi, but the industry today is reminiscent of that one clique in high school. That one clique that got all the shine. Come hell or highwater you knew who the class president was going to be, who started the trends, who changed the trends, who set the rules that everybody who wanted to be down followed. Carbon copy individuality. Safe and socially acceptable exploration of the creative self. You wanna hit record? Add a lil auto-tune, make up a dance to go with it. You want to bring sexy back? Cut off your hair and wear ripped up clothes. Even non-urban music seems to have hit a  slump, though nowadays r&b and hip hop are the main musical consumption of the masses. To be honest MTV lost me a loooong time ago during the Mandy Moore, N’Sync, O Town foolishness. I remember the golden age though when  MTV was the spot for ear candy of all genres.

Lil Wayne is aight with me but about his much publicized and debated boasts of being the best rapper alive?  For real? Really? Out of every MC in the game, the game of MUSIC in the larger sense, you’re making the best music. You’re the most lyrically astute, for real?  Maybe he just has the highest popularity quotient, at the moment and, because of said popularity now every one that happens to run with dude is touted as being the next big thing, ahem Nicki Minaj. I remember a time when Lil Jon was everywhere, making joints with everybody, bringing out artists left and right and then……. 

Beyonce, the hottest chick in the game. Really? Really like this game isn’t big enough for us to have at least a couple of  vocally gifted, jiggling songbirds to choose from. Like there is only one throne in the vast kingdom of musicland and she is the only certifiable female around to sit on it’s golden cushion? Oh and the girl groups, what happened yo!!!!!!! I was watching old Xscape vids on youtube the other day and I would piss my pants if some chicks hit us with some harmonies like this right here 

or this

 In a nutshell what I’m getting at here is today popularity is confused with achieving artistic omnipotence.  MUSIC is and should be represented as larger than a handful of artists who happen to dominate the air and radio waves and thier cheap perpetually one step below clones. Overkill is the name of the game and variety is a sorely missed asset folks. Armand Van Helden said it best when he answered the question what is your most missed memory. When art not money ruled.



Afro Punk: 2009!!!!!!!!!!…….

 

Yo, yall know ya girl is an afro punk at heart, the festival has came and gone and I missed it, sad face. I swear I’m going to be there next year and even though I’m moving out to Californ-I-A( yeah baby!)  I WILL make that trip cross country, trust and believe. For your viewing pleasure, some knock down, drag out, dope azz performances……….

THAT VOICE!!!!! She’s signed to Bad Boy, i’m gonna need someone to whisk her away immediately, before she ends up like the rest of P. Shitty’s outcasts

Look at my girl Zoe Kravitz rockin out like her daddy, i ain’t mad at her she definitely gets it from her mama……

Yo!!!!!! You better sing that Montell Jordan

This brotha is the truth, true ARTIST. Saul is my dude….

These dudes go hard…..this is my jam too

I’ve never heard of her before, but chick is bad tho

These young gentlemen right here is the bizness, nuff said



The Enlightened Mind Pt 2: 1 time for the single ladies……

A couple weeks ago, I wrote a post in response to an article about black women and interracial dating. Basically I was tired of hearing about how high numbers of black women are unmarried or unhappily single. They claim that we are suffering because of a dire shortage of good black men; due to homosexuality, interracial dating ,jail and our unwillingness to expand our options outside of our own ethnic group. I threw up my middle finger to that whole concept, as I was highly pissed about the media at large trying to play us like some simps. The circumstances surrounding the death of Steve McNair has helped me to reach a conclusion that I can’t believe I didn’t come to sooner. McNair’s death was tragic, as is any situation when a life is taken for reasons less than natural but I believe this is the type of tragedy that screams for us to look deeper than the obvious troubles on the surface. If there is a lesson to be learned by his death, it is this; people do not know how to conduct themselves properly in relationships, in short, people have just about lost their damn minds.

Statistically, black women are lacking where romantic relationships are concerned, true , but the quality of relationship most people have nowadays isn’t even something worth being involved in. Okay, you can say that a higher percentage of us have never been married when compared with other ethnic groups, but the divorce rate is steadily at an increase.  We’ve got cheating husbands, gun toting girlfriends, child murdering boyfriends, stalking ex-spouses……the list goes on and on. The way I see it men and women  need to get it together, and not just black folk.  Love is hard, probably one of the hardest human emotions to deal with. They say there’s a thin line between love and hate and that’s the real. Hard as it is though, it’s simple in the fact that some things are meant to last and some aren’t. No matter what you do, you will never be able to control someone and being in “love” shouldn’t end in bloodshed.  So I conclude that the disparaging statistics they throw out actually indicate that black women are one of the sanest, happiest, safest, and yes single, groups of women in the nation.  Maybe being single isn’t such a bad thing. Maybe the singles ones are smart enough to realize that they can do bad all by themselves.