I’m trying to embrace this position that I seem to all of a sudden be in, that being one of “elder DJ” or some shit like that. Well let me share this knowledge jewel to all my young-dunns out there that read this site. Here is some on point advice that you have to heed, thanks courtesy of my man man and Sheen Brother Number 1, 4th Pyramid.
So this week I have 3 events which I’m psyched about. Of course obviously it’s the first Saturday of the month so we’re going to be at Southpaw for The Rub. Plus this month we have one of my good homies and certified member of the Tice Squad, Steve1der throwing down with us. Good times, as always, so definitely come through.
Then on Sunday I will be rocking in my hometown of Philadelphia at (in my opinion) one of the best rooms in the country, Silk City. Silk City is one of the places that I got my start as a DJ and I’m so happy that it’s still around, and as well as still relevant. The Sunday party is pretty much a strictly house and classics affair so get ready cause we’re gonna make it happen on that level. Philly is where I got my soul…
Friday will be my first appearance at Washington DC’s U Street Music Hall this Friday. For those who don’t know, UHall is owned by my homies Tittsworth and Will Eastman. Great dudes, great DJs, and friends of mine, so I’m honored to be rocking at their spot. And I’ve heard it’s one of the best rooms in the country, so I’m ready to go. Also I will be rocking alongside some of my favorite DJs, Deep Sang & Meistro, as well as the DC legend Sam “The Man” Burns, so I am truly truly honored.
The night is Red Fridays and is again a strictly house and classics affair, and I’m very happy and honored to be involved with this. Last time in DC I played with my man Sharkey at LMW and it was a great time and such a dope party. But that time I was definitely playing more along the lines of a hip-hop set. So this time around my DC people will be seeing a different facet of me. But the thing is with me is that there’s just as much a part of my DJ lineage with house and classics as there is with rap music. That’s one of the things about growing up in Philly – as a DJ you learn to incorporate all of that stuff into your repertoire, and you become a better DJ because of it. Nowadays where everyone is a “open format DJ” I’m grateful that I mess with dance music because I truly love it, and not by a sense of necessity.
Check out the interview that I did with Marcus Dowling for the DC based www.tgrionline.com site. TGRI stands for “True Genius Requires Insanity” and so I’m with that: Mention the name “Cosmo Baker” in a circle of DJs, and cats get quiet and speak in hushed tones. I’ve seen it happen too many times to forget. It’s a quiet borne of reverence, borne of a man who is supremely talented at his craft, a guy who is a trademark of excellence in blending music that bridges genres and brings people together... Pretty cool, so check it out in full here.
Also, here’s a cool article that was written about me in the Washington Post: “When U Street Music Hall set out elevate the level of dance clubs in Washington, one of the first ideas was a homage to the beloved underground house club Red. Since then, Red Fridays have followed the same formula as their namesake, a spectrum of deep and soulful house sounds delivered by veteran locals and big stars to feed the appetites of serious dancers. This week’s pairing of must-see spinners is Philly’s doctor of records Cosmo Baker and D.C. house grandfather Sam “The Man” Burns. Baker is one of the best open-format DJs in the game, who mastered rocking a vast variety of genres on vinyl before digital DJing made it much easier. There’s really no genre of music he can’t play convincingly and none he hasn’t studied extensively. Booking a vibe chameleon like Baker for a house night is an intriguing choice that will lead the dance floor in unexpected directions, as a skilled musicologist can connect house to elements of funk, disco and jazz”
Rest In Peace Bobby Hebb… A lot of old school music legends passing these days. Bobby Hebb wrote a perennial classic, “Sunny” back in 1963. My mom used to tell me about how Bobby wrote the song in response to the assassination of JFK. I only recently learned that on the same day JFK died, Bobby’s brother was stabbed and killed. No wonder the song is so impassioned. So let me connect the dots here. Bobby Hebb released the original “Sunny” in 1966.
10 years later, German based disco group Boney M released their version.
In 2003, Mark Ronson came out with “Ooh Wee” that samples the Boney M version.
A couple days shy of exactly one year ago we moved into our new home in Fort Green right off of Fort Greene park. Had anyone ever said to me that I would be a property owner at my age, in New York, especially in this neighborhood I would have said that you were smoking freebase. But, here we are, living the life, and I couldn’t be a happier man. Special love and kisses goes out to my wife – congratulations on one year, hon!
Not long after I moved here I did my best to walk around the neighborhood and get my acclimated. Here’s the market, the bank, here’s where I get my keys made etc. One afternoon while I was heading home down Dekalb Avenue I walked by this really cool looking coffee shop that was playing some fantastic sounding Salsa so, being the coffee addict and music lover that I am, I decided to go in a check out my local java spot, with an energy and excitement for having discovered this brand new thing…
… It wasn’t a coffee shop. It was a random Puerto Rican Ex-Marine’s kitchen that he just happened to be sitting in at the time with his buddies (all Marines I gathered by looking at the tattoos,) watching the Yankees game. The all stopped and just stared at me as I was standing right in the middle of his kitchen. I was silent, looked around and saw the giant USMC and Puerto Rican flags hanging on the wall, turned back to them and said “Um, I think I made a wrong turn…” They were dumbfounded, and didn’t say a word over the blaring music or the competing volume from the Yankees game. They just stared at me for what seemed an eternity. Then I realized, I was wearing my Phillies cap. I quickly made my exit.
“Welcome to the neighborhood…”
I walked by there all the time and of course they’re still there, hanging out, holding court. Don’t don’t seem to recognize me. I don’t always wear my Phillies cap though. A couple weeks back I walked by and they were playing this song:
The Latin Blues Band feat. Luis Aviles “(I’ll Be A) Happy Man” (Speed, 1968)
So yeah, I used to be a graffiti writer. And when I say “used to” that actually means that I always will be, even if I don’t actually lend my talent to writing on walls anymore. But it’s just one of those things that, once you have been “there” it never really leaves you. You write your name in the steam on the wall while you shower, you break your neck checking out new work while you ride the train, you see a wall and there’s a little voice in you that might say “A can of Rusto with a Kitchen Magic cap would look SO GOOD on that…” It’s the little things really. Kind of like how an ex-skater can see a certain ledge and go “Damn that looks like it would be fun to ride” and then will continue walking by. I might start talking a little more about my graf history in the coming months. It’s always good for stories, and I’ve got plenty… But I digress!
Here’s a really sick photo gallery of old school California / Mexican / Cholo graffiti taken in what has to be the 70s. Now Cholo graff is it’s own entity – completely unique and in it’s own world. I grew up in Philly and it’s widely recognized that Philly is one of the birthplaces of graffiti – specifically called “the birthplace of style” by my man Espo. Philly writers been doing their thing for a while. I remember my mom telling me about “Bobby Beck In 59” being up all over the place. There were all the writers from the late 60s and early 70s that got into the action like Cornbread, Cool Earl, Top Cat, Tity, Dr. Kool among others. Of course there also were the guys from the late 70s and early 80s that were the ones that inspired me to get my name “out there” – names like Clyde, Estro, Pez, E-Z, Mr. Blint, Deadhead, Credit, Jay-Cee, Razz, Japan, Kozmo and my local neighborhood kings, Pap & Brez. But that Cali Cholo shit is on another level, and it goes back all the way to the 1920s. Real ill behavior. Peep the joints below…
This lady has got so much flavor… she kinda looks like and reminds me of my moms. Okay, you can peep all the rest at Kid Deuce’s “Golden Age Of Gang Graffiti” Flickr. So yeah, I’m gonna start going through my old flicks, sketches, all that hot shit, start posting it up. Until then I’m gonna leave you with couple jawns from some dudes that really fucked my head up (in a proper way) back in the day… Kadism and Zephyr – 2 dudes from different cities. Kings in their own right, and 2 of the biggest influences on me as a writer.
Thursday November 21 – MF DOOM Book Release – Philly, PA