Monday Thru Monday

I've been toying around with sneaking a lil' talk about the newflangled HYPHEY movement into an entry that could stand alongside all of the hyphey-specific blogs that are already around (you gotta find those yourself!) For shortz-
+++Hyphey is an awesome word for getting excited and jumping off of the golden gate bridge into a passing speedboat, hifiving all of your friends, wearing white-t's , talking all crazy, and dancing next to your moving car
---- The "movement" is an imaginary product that lumps together people that have already been around forever and who are unique and valuable in their own right in order to sell music to teenagers and get people to listen to Clear Channel. The angry little hypocrite in me is screaming "be wary of artificially constructed commerciallymotivatedd youth movements!"

Instead of getting mordestructivelyly involved with this train of though I want to share a Mac Dre song I heard recently. Mac Dre's really held up in a big ole titanium coated beat tower as the grandfather of the hyphey movement. I am into him getting tons of respect BIG TIME, but I've always been a little bit confused about why people cared so much about his last few albums. They all kind of sound like he doesn't care anymore and just wants to wear a little sun cap and shoot bb's in his backyard while absent-mindedly talking over some littlecstasycy-jams with farty keyboard. ALSO TOTALLY COOL...but beacons of light for a new local music movement???
So then I heard this....
Mac Dre- Monday Thru Sunday
and every answer I wanted materialized in crystalline form.
MODESTO? SANTA ROSA? PINOLE??? Who else shouts out to these places? The last clear memory I have of Pinole involves lots of Metallica, crystal meth, and some goats grazing in the back yard. What's the official vehicle of crestside vallejo rappers? THE CHEVY VAN. That's not typical fodder for an s.f. rapparappatack song, and that's the beauty of it! It's suburban music, driving around big streets where everything is still fucked but without a lot of the posturing and pretention that is the inevitable product of the city. It's cruisin music. What it lacks in effort it picks up in sincerity and it hits on some troofs that everybody can get into. All that combined with a few drops of the Pinole-bomb make something so awesomely powerful it should be enough to make a rap fan out of just about anybody RIP MAC DRE!