Monday, November 17, 2008

Sunday Night Slow Jams...On A Monday


What's good everybody? So, we know it's not Sunday but it's still time for the weekly slow jam. Tonight, I'm breaking out one of my favorite slow jams, we're gonna take you back to '88, with that Al B. Sure, "Nite And Day." So grab your honey by the waist, and feel free to get your 2-step on...


Saturday, November 15, 2008

Prop 8

I was born and raised in San Francisco, CA. Having lived there for the first 18+ years of my life I was exposed to homosexuality, probably a lot more than a lot of other people.

There's that old African proverb, that "it takes a village to raise a child." Well, my village consisted of a few people that were homosexual. Luckily, I learned at an early age that people, regardless of age, gender, ethnicity, race, and yes, even sexual orientation, are...people. And every person deserves to be treated the same, regardless of the aforementioned differences.

Last week, my home state of California, which was a "blue state" for Barack Obama, also passed Proposition 8, legislation that bans gay marriage. I've had the "gay" debate with people numerous times, especially since I've been going to school in Hawaii (including with the co-creator of this blog).

I knew I wanted to talk about the passing of Prop. 8 on this website, but I didn't know how to do it in a way that was coherent or articulate. Then I saw a video on Keith Olbermann's show "Countdown" on MSNBC that essentially took the words out of my mouth.

Don't get me wrong, I agree that everyone is entitled to their own opinion, with that being said, there will be many times when other people's opinions will not be the same as mine. I do not think lowly of the people that are against gay marriage, I do not think that they are ignorant or stupid, it's just that I don't understand how people can deny their fellow people basic, human rights. No matter what any anti-gay marriage supporter tells me, I will never be able to wrap my mind around that notion. So to those people, I ask you to watch this video. Not to re-evaluate your position, not to answer the questions proposed in it. Just to watch.


Friday, November 14, 2008

Old-School Hip-Hop Video of the Week

Wut it do folks!? It's Friday, and we just happen to have an old-schoool joint from The Pharcyde called "Drop".This is possibly the most creative video ever (in my opinion) but definately my favorite video of all time. Hope yall enjoy it, peace!

Monday, November 10, 2008

Belated...Old School Hip-Hop Video of the Week

Hey Gang,

We know it's Monday, not Friday, and we sincerely apologize for not posting the old-school hip-hop video on time, but better late than never. (That's what she said!!!) So this week, we gotta give you a classic by probably the best MC ever, 2Pac.

Everyone asks us all the time why we named our website "A Dime & A Nickel," and it's actually cuz of this video. Check out about 1:36 into the video, when Money B has this shit-eating grin on his face as he says, "a dime and a nickel." Hilarious! Seriously, one time Cyle & I spent a good 20 minutes replaying this video in the school library and laughing hystercailly as everyone stared at us like, well, 2 idiots replaying a video on youtube and laughing hysterically in a library. Good times!!!

As always, enjoy...


P.S. Yes, we know we haven't posted the Sunday Night Slow Jam, we'll get to that too. It was kind of a busy weekend...

Thursday, November 6, 2008

I Never Thought I'd See The Day...

It was a whisper. “Hey Dad,” I asked him right around the time of the 2004 presidential election, “You think there’ll ever be a black president.” “Not in my lifetime.” He answered. We spoke in hushed tones, as if talking about it out loud would make it even more of an impossibility. And I figured he was right. My Dad usually knows about these things. I figured the same thing, not in this America. Not in my lifetime, not while there was still so much ignorance and hatred. Not 30 years after the white kids in my Dad’s high school teased him and fought with him for the “bean sandwiches” that my Grandma made him for lunch. Not 13 years after the police viciously beat Rodney King. Not yet, America wasn’t ready…

It was a yell. “Nigger!” And in that moment I understood. It’s different to read about lynch mobs and the KKK in textbooks or to hear Black comedians joke about not being able to get through airport security but to witness racism firsthand, that was something WAYYY different. I was fortunate, yes I am a Latino but I never had to deal with blatant racism and ignorance. I grew up in San Francisco, one of the most diverse places in the world. Sure people made jokes, but no one ever called me “spic,” “beaner,” or “wetback,” with malicious intent. I can still see Cyle seething in my mind, no provocation, nothing to deserve the slur, just me & him walking down the street to get to class. That was all it took, some ignorant, cowardly, dumb-ass punk who said it as he passed us in his pick-up truck, and then he got on the on-ramp of the freeway and drove off. Don’t even remember what he looked like, but that one comment forever resonated with me.

Somewhere in-between the whisper and the yell, I met Barack Obama, heard his speech at the 2004 Democratic National Convention. I had never paid much attention to political stuff like national conventions or “State of the Union” addresses, matter-of-fact I’m pretty sure I was just flipping channels ‘til I noticed something unusual about the speaker, Obama was…Black. His speech was riveting, I hung on every word he said. If he had told me to drink from the cyanide-laced punchbowl I probably would’ve done it. A young, articulate, charismatic politician, he was running for senator of Illinois, I felt bad for his opponent. I entertained a thought in my head…

It was a roar! “Barack Obama has been elected President of the United States!” Keith Olbermann announced it on MSNBC and the people that had been watching the election coverage at the student center since 1pm with me cheered. And they cheered @ Spellman in Atlanta, and in the Castro of my hometown in San Francisco, and @ Grant Park in Chicago. They were celebrating all around the country. People were crying, calling their parents. America had proved me wrong. They had spoken, and let their voice be known emphatically, they were ready.

Electing a black man as President does not erase America’s bloody and ugly history. It doesn’t erase the hundreds of years of slavery, or the fact that they forcefully went in and conquered Hawaii, Guam, Puerto Rico, the Western part of the US from Mexico, or the land that was stolen from the Native Americans and how the government then put them on reservations, or how we’re “liberating” the Iraqi people. It doesn’t erase any of that.

The election of Barack Obama as President of the United States isn’t a Black thing. It’s bigger than that. It means that the “minority” children in Mrs. Spillane’s 2nd grade class don’t have to feel bad when the white kids in the class gloat that all the presidents on the poster next to the chalkboard are white. Or no dumb statements like “This shit isn’t realistic!” every time a movie depicting a black president like “Deep Impact” or “Head of State” comes on. It means that a father and son don’t have to talk in hushed voices anymore.

People have to realize, change isn’t going to happen overnight. There’s still going to be racism and ignorance, and punk kids will still yell racial epithets to colored people. But for the 1st time ever, I, and other people around the country are PROUD to be Americans. For the first time, we have hope. There’s that cliché about America, that ANYONE from ANYWHERE, no matter what upbringing or race or gender or social class can be ANYTHING they want. November 4th was the first time I ever believed that.

And as I walked home that night, the Hawaiian sky celebrated with a beautiful pink sunset. I passed by the same spot where that guy degraded Cyle. There was silence.


Monday, November 3, 2008

We Got Our 1st Hater!!!

Hey Gang!

So, we got a comment on one of our posts, our "Introduction." The person (who decided to be anonymous) said the following...

"In the reference of who you are and the egotistical notion of being better than others...'We’re just two dudes that think we’re funnier, more interesting, and have more profound shit than most of the other blogs out there and feel like sharing that with all of Cyber Space.'-Please note that your 'blog' maybe competing against other blogs, but you as individuals are competing not against other 'bloggers'.

1.) As enthusiasts of the English language, you should've said "may be," not "maybe."

2.) We appreciate the feedback, but please don't be afraid or ashamed to say who you really are...

3.) "Anonymous" says that we're "egotistical" and we're not "competing against other bloggers." Well, we're definitely not egotistical and it's a good thing it's not a competition cuz we'd be winning.

And in the spirit of hate, here's a little Katt Williams for y'all. We here @ AD&AN couldn't have said it any better ourselves...


Sunday, November 2, 2008

Sunday Night Slow Jamz: 11/2

(Deep Barry White-like voice)

This is DJ Mexican Marauder, and welcome back to "Sunday Night Slow Jamz."

I'd like to dedicate tonight's slow jam, to all the lovers out there who are currently in, or have ever been in a "long-distance relationship."

This is probably the hardest type of realationship to be in, I know it was for me. To be committed to another person in a romantic relationship is hard enough when you live close to them or see them everyday, but when you throw in an ocean and thousands of miles, that task becomes that much harder.

Temptation, lack of patience and trust, they all become magnified when in a long-distance relationship, and that's why the majority of them fail. It takes a lot of hard work and commitment, and props to everyone that's ever tried to do it.

So for all of y'all, I'd like to play "Distant Lover" by the legendary Marvin Gaye. Good luck lovers...

DJ Mexican Marauder & Co.