I would personally say it's more in the vein of Doo Wop.
Yeah, kind of a transition between gospel and doo wop.
It is the same flow as Rappers Delight, if a blues song at root.
Yeah, i guess they were a straight up Gospel Blues outfit but there's quite a bit of variation and experimentation in their vocal style so it might not be surprising to see small glimpses of future styles in their work. I say were, but i think Golden Gate Quartet might actually still be on the go in some or other guise!
The rhythm and rhyming of the best MCs, the cadence, the flow, the lyrics are so very clever once you tune your ears to it (and do some terrible attempts at rapping of your own)
A couple days ago, I did my origins of hip hop lecture and explained, after showing a clip of “Rapper’s Delight,” that originally I quoted some of the lyrics, which was traumatic and embarrassing for me and the students. Afterwards, a student asked me if I could nevertheless do some for them. “Could I? No. Will I? No.” As Dirty Harry said, a man’s gotta know his limitations.
Dirty Medulla "In all this excitement did I fire off six rhymes or only five?".
Medulla actually wonders, "After this performance, is there one round left that I can use on myself?"
"Grab some wood, bub.'" - Richard Nixon, Checkers Speech, abandoned early draft
The rhythm and rhyming of the best MCs, the cadence, the flow, the lyrics are so very clever once you tune your ears to it (and do some terrible attempts at rapping of your own)
A couple days ago, I did my origins of hip hop lecture and explained, after showing a clip of “Rapper’s Delight,” that originally I quoted some of the lyrics, which was traumatic and embarrassing for me and the students. Afterwards, a student asked me if I could nevertheless do some for them. “Could I? No. Will I? No.” As Dirty Harry said, a man’s gotta know his limitations.
Dirty Medulla "In all this excitement did I fire off six rhymes or only five?".
Medulla actually wonders, "After this performance, is there one round left that I can use on myself?"
I would like to see your rap sheet. I think you just made a criminal record.
Forces have been looting
My humanity
Curfews have been curbing
The end of liberty
We're the flowers in the dustbin...
No fuchsias for you.
The rhythm and rhyming of the best MCs, the cadence, the flow, the lyrics are so very clever once you tune your ears to it (and do some terrible attempts at rapping of your own)
A couple days ago, I did my origins of hip hop lecture and explained, after showing a clip of “Rapper’s Delight,” that originally I quoted some of the lyrics, which was traumatic and embarrassing for me and the students. Afterwards, a student asked me if I could nevertheless do some for them. “Could I? No. Will I? No.” As Dirty Harry said, a man’s gotta know his limitations.
Dirty Medulla "In all this excitement did I fire off six rhymes or only five?".
Medulla actually wonders, "After this performance, is there one round left that I can use on myself?"
I would like to see your rap sheet. I think you just made a criminal record.
The dub version is superior.
"Grab some wood, bub.'" - Richard Nixon, Checkers Speech, abandoned early draft
The rhythm and rhyming of the best MCs, the cadence, the flow, the lyrics are so very clever once you tune your ears to it (and do some terrible attempts at rapping of your own)
A couple days ago, I did my origins of hip hop lecture and explained, after showing a clip of “Rapper’s Delight,” that originally I quoted some of the lyrics, which was traumatic and embarrassing for me and the students. Afterwards, a student asked me if I could nevertheless do some for them. “Could I? No. Will I? No.” As Dirty Harry said, a man’s gotta know his limitations.
I remember when I was at secondary school, a rough inner city one filled with a lot of kids that the world didn't have a lot of hope for, a local parish priest came in to speak to us. His way of getting us to identify with him was to start things off with a boombox playing Where Is the Love? by the Black Eyed Peas, a song that was about two years old at that point, so a cobweb covered classic as far as the audience of up to the minute grime and garage fans were concerned. As the long intro boomed through the assembly hall and the middle aged man stood silently and awkwardly in front of us, I panicked and clenched my shoulders, certain he was about to start spitting bars. Happily, the actual vocals kicked in. I don't remember if he let the whole track play, but he then went on to say something like "And that's the issue of the world today, isn't it? Where is the love?" and preached in a well meaning fashion at us for twenty minutes before never being seen again.
a lifetime serving one machine
Is ten times worse than prison
The rhythm and rhyming of the best MCs, the cadence, the flow, the lyrics are so very clever once you tune your ears to it (and do some terrible attempts at rapping of your own)
A couple days ago, I did my origins of hip hop lecture and explained, after showing a clip of “Rapper’s Delight,” that originally I quoted some of the lyrics, which was traumatic and embarrassing for me and the students. Afterwards, a student asked me if I could nevertheless do some for them. “Could I? No. Will I? No.” As Dirty Harry said, a man’s gotta know his limitations.
I remember when I was at secondary school, a rough inner city one filled with a lot of kids that the world didn't have a lot of hope for, a local parish priest came in to speak to us. His way of getting us to identify with him was to start things off with a boombox playing Where Is the Love? by the Black Eyed Peas, a song that was about two years old at that point, so a cobweb covered classic as far as the audience of up to the minute grime and garage fans were concerned. As the long intro boomed through the assembly hall and the middle aged man stood silently and awkwardly in front of us, I panicked and clenched my shoulders, certain he was about to start spitting bars. Happily, the actual vocals kicked in. I don't remember if he let the whole track play, but he then went on to say something like "And that's the issue of the world today, isn't it? Where is the love?" and preached in a well meaning fashion at us for twenty minutes before never being seen again.
I have visions of a mob of teenagers swarming this guy like a wave, his arms flailing before being swallowed alive.
"Grab some wood, bub.'" - Richard Nixon, Checkers Speech, abandoned early draft
The rhythm and rhyming of the best MCs, the cadence, the flow, the lyrics are so very clever once you tune your ears to it (and do some terrible attempts at rapping of your own)
A couple days ago, I did my origins of hip hop lecture and explained, after showing a clip of “Rapper’s Delight,” that originally I quoted some of the lyrics, which was traumatic and embarrassing for me and the students. Afterwards, a student asked me if I could nevertheless do some for them. “Could I? No. Will I? No.” As Dirty Harry said, a man’s gotta know his limitations.
I remember when I was at secondary school, a rough inner city one filled with a lot of kids that the world didn't have a lot of hope for, a local parish priest came in to speak to us. His way of getting us to identify with him was to start things off with a boombox playing Where Is the Love? by the Black Eyed Peas, a song that was about two years old at that point, so a cobweb covered classic as far as the audience of up to the minute grime and garage fans were concerned. As the long intro boomed through the assembly hall and the middle aged man stood silently and awkwardly in front of us, I panicked and clenched my shoulders, certain he was about to start spitting bars. Happily, the actual vocals kicked in. I don't remember if he let the whole track play, but he then went on to say something like "And that's the issue of the world today, isn't it? Where is the love?" and preached in a well meaning fashion at us for twenty minutes before never being seen again.
My toes are curling so much I've put my Aladdin slippers on.
There's a tiny, tiny hopeful part of me that says you guys are running a Kaufmanesque long con on the board
Orange Juice - Rip It Up
Yazoo - Nobody's Diary
Robert Wyatt - Shipbuilding
Blancmange - Waves
Flash and the Pan - Waiting on a Train
Joan Armatrading - Drop the Pilot
Personally, I'd put the "year the music died" a good bit later, or the year I just lost interest in chart music. Fact is U2 were still half decent in 1983 and much as I tried, i just couldn't hate the Wham! Rap.
"Rip It Up" and "Shipbuilding" are fantastic! I still have that fold-out tri sleeve 7" of "Shipbuilding .
Definitely my pick of the bunch. One of Elvis' very best for me and while Wyatts vocals are a bit quirky, i think they really suit that song. And if there's a genre called "pure pop", then Rip it Up is the apogee for me. Every note, every vocal twitch is a sheer sonic delight.
I agree with your comments on both songs, but would like to add that during 'Rip It Up,' Edwyn sings, "And my favourite song's entitled 'Boredom,'" which is followed by a one-note guitar solo is brilliant. Almost sampling without a sample.
Orange Juice - Rip It Up
Yazoo - Nobody's Diary
Robert Wyatt - Shipbuilding
Blancmange - Waves
Flash and the Pan - Waiting on a Train
Joan Armatrading - Drop the Pilot
Personally, I'd put the "year the music died" a good bit later, or the year I just lost interest in chart music. Fact is U2 were still half decent in 1983 and much as I tried, i just couldn't hate the Wham! Rap.
"Rip It Up" and "Shipbuilding" are fantastic! I still have that fold-out tri sleeve 7" of "Shipbuilding .
Definitely my pick of the bunch. One of Elvis' very best for me and while Wyatts vocals are a bit quirky, i think they really suit that song. And if there's a genre called "pure pop", then Rip it Up is the apogee for me. Every note, every vocal twitch is a sheer sonic delight.
I agree with your comments on both songs, but would like to add that during 'Rip It Up,' Edwyn sings, "And my favourite song's entitled 'Boredom,'" which is followed by a one-note guitar solo is brilliant. Almost sampling without a sample.
Always loved that nod.
Forces have been looting
My humanity
Curfews have been curbing
The end of liberty
We're the flowers in the dustbin...
No fuchsias for you.
Medulla actually wonders, "After this performance, is there one round left that I can use on myself?"
