Saturday, February 23, 2008

GREATEST VIDEO OF ALL TIME!! part ONE

As a film director, on of my most frequently asked question I get from folks is:

What's your most favorite music video of all time?? The answer is...ALL OF MINE!! LOL!! Just playin'...not really...

But nahhh...truthfully, there are several music videos that I would say are my FAVORITE. That's right...SEVERAL. I think music videos is such a fascinating form of visual arts because:

Number One: I LOVE MUSIC!!

Number Two: I LOVE FILM and PHOTOGRAPHY!!

Put 'em together and what do you have?? That's Right...Music Videos...
I also have a great love for Motion Pictures (that's the ultimate goal). but i KNOW that a movie is NOT a movie without its score and soundtrack. Try watching a horror flick with the sound on mute...it's not scarry at all.

Anyway...I don't mean to ramble so much, BUT I'll leave you with one of the Greatest Videos Of All Time.

The group is Public Enemy and the song is "Night Of The Living Baseheads". The year is '89 and the epidemic of crack cocaine was reaching its zenith. Of course this vid had a good message, but foremost, i applaud it for it's creativity and originality. THEY HAD A FUCKIN' COMMERCIAL IN THE MIDDLE OF THE VIDEO for cryin' out loud!! Nobody dares to do such a thing nowadays...

Anyhow...without futher ado...here's P.E. "Night of the Living Baseheads"



Public Enemy - Night of the Living Baseheads

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BAMMM
And you say, Goddamn
This is the dope jam
But lets define the term called dope
And you think it mean funky now, no
Here is a true tale
Of the ones that deal
Are the ones that fail
Yeah
You can move if you wanna move
What it prove
It's here like the groove
The problem is this - we gotta' fix it
Check out the justice - and how they run it
Sellin', smellin'
Sniffin', riffin'
And brothers try to get swift an'
Sell to their own, rob a home
While some shrivel to bone
Like comatose walkin' around
Please don't confuse this with the sound
I'm talking about...BASS

I put this together to...
Rock the bells of those that
Boost the dose
Of lack a lack
And those that sell to Black
Shame on a brother when he dealin'
The same block where my 98 be wheelin'
And everybody know
Another kilo
From a corner from a brother to keep another -
Below
Stop illin' and killin'
Stop grillin'
Yo, black, yo (we are willin')
4, 5 o'clock in the mornin'
Wait a minute y'all
The fiends are fiendin'
Day to day they say no other way
This stuff...
Is really bad
I'm talkin' 'bout...BASS

Yo, listen
I see it on their faces
(First come first serve basis)
Standin' in line
Checkin' the time
Homeboys playin' the curb
The same ones that used to do herb
Now they're gone
Passin' it on
Poison attack - the Black word bond
Daddy-O
Once said to me
He knew a brother who stayed all day in his jeep
And at night he went to sleep
And in the mornin' all he had was
The sneakers on his feet
The culprit used to jam and rock the mike, yo
He stripped the jeep to fill his pipe
And wander around to find a place
Where they rocked to a different kind of...BASS


I just wanted to put the lyrics in there to let y'all see how drugs have REALLY ripped at the core of our community. The shyt that Chuck D spit back in '88-'89 STILL has a grasp on society.

I can go on and on about how the law is set up to crash down on the nigga in the hood hustling as oppose to the muafuckas who's getting the shyt in...but that's an other post.

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