cover art dell’album “Hustler Convention” di Lightnin’ Rod
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The Hustlers Convention – Jalal Mansur Nuriddin
At the end of the year 1971, I began to write “The Hustler’s Convention”, because of a need to express the realities of life on the streets. My understanding at that time, was that there were three types of education that a person may or may not receive in their lifetime. The first one was the education that you get at home (providing that you have a home). The second was the education that you get in school (providing that you can afford to go to school). And the third one consisted of the education that you got on the streets (Providing that you lived in a city or small town).
The one at home dealt with one’s etiquette (i.e. manner’s and hygiene etc) as well as one’s language, culture, and genology (i.e. family history and lineage) and the third one consisted of how one relates to other people of all ages, races, religions, cultures, creeds, ideologies, opinions, attitudes, physical and personality characteristics, handicaps, skills, perceptions, occupations and authority. On rare occasions they reconcile, but most often they do not. I wanted to describe the beat on the street, the pulse, the music, the rap, the competition, the peer pressure, the games, the struggles, the trials and tribulations, the fun, the dangers, the daring, the risks, the love and the hate, the sub-culture, the lessons, the posture, the poise, the sounds, the noise, the styles, the attitudes, the psychology, sociology, and ideology, the vibes of the new tribes.
The chills, spills, kills, and sheer wills, the grit and grime, the scuffle, bustle and hustle, on the block, ad hoc, by the time off the clock, between a hard place and a rock, within a state of shock. To the mime of crime, and frame it in rhyme, for once and all time.
And since the Ghetto was where the stage was set, no one including I, could afford to hedge our bet, as I set out to describe this vibe, this life and death in one breath, because it’s do or die, or don’t do and die quicker so nothing beats a failure but a try, so we had to try and sift through the rabble, and unravel the babble, this obscene surreality, of mangled totality, this sadness, madness, and badness, of in a vain, profane, and insane, abomination of a hopeless situation, that was simultaneously captivating, stimulating, and humiliating, which had gripped, and hipped every ghetto mind to search and find, a way out of this pay-for-all, free-fall.
Living and dying from day to day, in the constant struggle between the predator and prey. But in every jungle, their are certain animals who warn the others when they are about to be attacked, and by their evasive actions, alert the other occupants to the imminent danger.
But what we thought was a concrete jungle, was really a zoo, and we were in it, like it was stew, with no one knowing what to do about it, except burn it down, or get out of town, in order to awaken from the slumber of sleep, snoring to the smell of hell, where only the condemed dwell.
Just to take a bath in this laugh, to inhale the incense of this pretense, and waltz in this false fraud of discord and strife, within the hustler’s life.
To hustle means literally to “move fast” to haul ass, and don’t be last, as you try to use your mind to save your behind. to deal within a wheel of misfortune. To stake your claim, to play the game, be different and not the same, and choose not to lose no matter what methods you have to use, which is what Malcolm X meant when he said: “By any means necessary.”
The main hustler rule is don’t blow your cool, cause a fool can’t play a wise man, but a wise man can play the fool.
The Hustler’s Convention is a masterpiece of street rap, and is considered a classic.
This style of discourse had a long tradition in black american culture, combining elements of African story telling with the rhyming techniques of street corner one-upmanship, know as “Playing the Dozens” and of “Jail Toasts” such as the “Titanic” and “Doriella Du Fontaine” and “The Fall” and “Honky Tonk Bud” and “The Signifying Monkey”and “Death Row”
The Grandfather, under his “moniker” of “Lightnin’ Rod” summarizes the rise and fall of the “Hustlers” in this epic ode, which up until this day, had not been equaled. (Stay tuned for the sequel) It was written with the intent that the hustler is the ghetto’s primary role model, but in comparision to what he’s hustling for, and what he’s being hustled out of, there are only two types, the greedy and the needy.
Thus the Grandfather runs it down at the end of this “piece de resistance” by rapping: “I was sentenced to the chair, and shipped to Sing Sing from there, where I spent the next 12 years on death row, but I kept coppin’ a stay, until the death penalty was done away, and after a re-trial, they finally let me go. ”
It had cost me twelve years of my time, to realize what a nickel and dime, hustler I had really been, while the real hustler’s are ripping off billions, from the unsuspecting millions, who are programmed to think they can win. ”
But fortunately, I escaped from the deathly fate, of being fried alive in the chair, cause in my solitude I found, out about what’s really going down […]
fonte:
http://blaxploitationpride.blogspot.com/2008/01/lightnin-rod-hustlers-convention-1973.html
Lightnin’ Rod – Hustlers Convention (1973)
1. Sport
2. Spoon
3. Café Black Rose
4. Brother Hominy Grit
5. Coppin’ Some Fronts for the Sets
6. Hamhock’s Hall Was Big (And There Was a Whole Lot to Dig!)
7. Bones Fly from Spoon’s Hand
8. Break Was So Loud, It Hushed the Crowd
9. Four Bitches Is What I Got
10. Grit’s Den
11. Shit Hits the Fan Again
12. Sentenced to the Chair
Great Review From An Anonymous Customer From Amazon
“It was a full moon, in the middle of June, in the summer of ’59/ I was young and cool, and shot a bad game of pool, and hustled all the chumps I could find/ Now see they called me Sport, ’cause I pushed the bar short, and loved all the women to death/ I partied hard, and packed a mean rod, and could knock you out with a right or a left/ I had learned to shoot pool, playin’ hooky from school, at the tender age of nine/ And by the time I was eleven, I could pad-roll seven, and down your whole quart of wine.”
Thus begins the blueprint of hip-hop, Hustler’s Convention. Released in 1973, a side project of the black nationalist spoken-word group The Last Poets, and featuring a musical score by none other than Kool & the Gang …, this album is so hip, it comes with a leg attached.
It tells the story of two slick hustlers, Sport and Spoon (his “ace-boon-poon”), preparing for a huge gathering of every underworld character fathomable: “Now you could feel all the tension building up at the convention, as the hustlers began to arrive/ Musta been 9000 or more that came through the door, the time was 11:55.” They pit their skills and street-savvy against the best dice, pool, and card sharks you could ever hope to meet, culminating in a car chase and shoot-out with the cops (complete with great sound-effects). It ends with Sport’s jailhouse musings on the structure of society, and how “it had cost me twelve years of my time to see what a nickel and dime hustler I had really been…”
This was a favorite record of the cats we now look back on as the pioneers of rap music. It’s been sampled by the Beastie Boys, Steady B., a Tribe Called Quest, Main Source, and the Jungle Brothers, and its atmosphere is what Tarantino wishes he could evoke. I’ve known sections of it by heart, like my hip-hop forebears, since I was thirteen years old, and it’s exciting that this incredible musical treasure is once again available, after being out of print for years. Anyone one who thinks they know anything about hip-hop, but is unaware of this, is delusional, and, as Sport says, “if you ain’t down, you best not hang around, ’cause you sure as hell will get beat.”
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Jalal Mansur Nuriddin
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