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...Golden Years," to me, simply means that was a period when hip-hop or, specifically, rap music, was incredibly exciting, fresh, def and diverse. There was no such thing as positive rap or negative rap, or so-called gangsta rap. Rap was rap: rhythmic American poetry, period. There has not been a time since when an N.W.A was as popular as a Public Enemy, or where the storytelling of a Slick Rick could fall alongside the pimp strolls of a Too Short, or Roxanne Shante was just as necessary as a Salt 'N Pepa or Queen Latifah...
...pick on her? There are plenty of nonsports at the Olympics, like table tennis, shooting, rhythmic gymnastics, the new synchronized diving and the modern pentathlon (shoot, fence, swim, run and show jump). And really, anything that you need Romanian judges to rate on a scale of 1 to 10 has got a little too far from the Greek-wrestler ideal...
Begin with Armstrong's sound, the pure, clarion tone of a horn that sounded reveille for the 20th century. Then there's his rhythmic invention. On cuts like Muggles, Potato Head Blues and the epochal West End Blues, he breaks breathtakingly free from his sidemen, swooping and soaring over the ensemble like some brilliantly feathered bird. Such flights enable him to accomplish what every pop or jazz performer worth noting has tried ever since, personalizing the music, taking it away from the written score, making...
...beignet, and you've got the culinary equivalent of the music of the New Orleans-based band Galactic: a brew of deep funk, acid jazz and stomping rock, with a bit of sugar-sweet melody. Not all the songs on Late for the Future work: a fair number lack rhythmic complexity, and these tracks wash out of the listener's mind quickly. But Galactic is a jam band that revels in the moment. The best songs on this album feel live and spontaneous, even after repeated listenings. The fire still burns as you sip them down...
...their faults as they celebrated their successes. But then I gave the speech, and it came out jaded and spiteful--as bitter and poorly conceived as a mixed drink at the Hong Kong. The audience might have been more amused by excerpts from a Dairy Queen menu or a rhythmic display of armpit flatulence...