Thursday, April 19, 2007

Weekend At Diggedy's - Volume 11

Mark Messier.

Phil Simms.


A powerful number.

If you thought I'd go soft after the huge 10th anniversary blow out, you're nuts.

E-mail of the week :


Picture it. I'm at a backyard bbq in SF. Big speakers. Big time stereo equipment. Basically, doing big things. Absolutely no music. Crazy right? Luckily, there was a laptop. We downloaded all 30 of the Weekend at Diggedy's songs, and played them for 2 hours. When they were done, we played them again. Cops came, and asked us to turn the s*it up! Do you believe that? Anyway, keep doing what you're doing.

You're saving lives.


Thanks Chris. I mean, what can I say? When you are getting 50 e-mails and letters like that every week, you have no choice but to bring the heat.

Without further adieu..............................................


Pete Rock & CL Smooth - "One In A Million"

It's funny how history can alter a group's legacy within one's soul. For years, De La Soul was my favorite group. Their first four albums will be brought to any desert island I find myself stranded on (btw, De La Soul is Dead is my favorite rap album of all time, in case you care, and I know you do). Then came their subsequent albums, all of which had a couple of hits, but also several misses. Of course it doesn't tarnish their legacy with me. That would be crazier than RDJ grinding on HHK hosts. But it makes you wonder. What artist has a perfect resume in your music collection? What artist can you drop on the phonograph, walkman, cd player, ipod, what have you, and they have never had that "this is when they started falling off" album. I'm sure there are several artists, but the one I am speaking of, and that is one of my favorite groups of all time, are Mount Vernon's finest, Pete & CL. Pete has always been a top 5 producer to me, and CL Smooth has always been the everyman on the mic. This track is off of the Poetic Justice soundtrack. Never seeing them live was always something that ate away at my Hip Hop soul. I, along with DJ Wex, Miss Diggedy, and my man my mellow Brian Goonan got that opportunity at SOB's a few years ago for their reunion show. If you think HHK is a gathering of old rap souls, you should have been there. 500 people jammed into this venue. All waiting to celebrate rap the way it used to be, and rap the way it oughta be. One of my favorite show experiences ever.

King Tee - "Dippin'"

Paul. You know who you are. Ill Street Blues Paul. Where are my King Tee cd's you keep telling me you're going to burn for me??? Anyway, from the limited amount of songs I have heard from him (Tee, not Paul), this is my favorite. I always associate it with the summer, and what better day than the one we are currently having to drop it on the blog. Once Sheep's Meadows opens up, be on the lookout for Wex and myself camped out with a football, some Heinekens, and this song blasting from the ipod (before Wex says "my turn" and plays some backpacker shit). If cops are reading this blog, and looking to bust us for open alcohol in the park, we're the ones in the matching Hammer shirts. Btw, I just saw a FUNNY ass clip of Joan Rivers on the red carpet approaching MC Hammer for an interview and calling him "MJ Hammer". Love you Joan. You left your mascara at my crib. FYI.

Red Hot Lover Tone - "Give It Up"

Red Hot Lover Tone is one half of the champagne and caviar production team The Trackmasterz. But in the good ol' days, he was a punchline loving emcee. You may remember his appearance with Chubb Rock, and this kid Nas on MC Serch's "Back To The Grill Again." He had 2 albums, and I'm not going to lie, I loved them both. Not on some "this kid is the future!!!" type shit. Just on some, "I enjoy putting this tape on" type shit. Give it a shot. DOWNLOAD IT!

Alright peoples.

Btw, it's 4/20. I remember back in college, Junior year, I had a performance with the unbelievable Yellow Number 5 crew, on Halloween. We all got dressed up, and I dressed as some morphed old school rapper, b-boy, Flavor Flav. Adidas jumpsuit, gold chains, kangol, and clock. So.. Those who know me know that I'm not really on the Chris Tucker Friday side of the weed fence. Some of my college peeps convinced me to make the time on the clock "4:20". Some people got it. Some didn't. Not a big deal. However. My straight out of the Sopranos Uncle Louie (he has made a cameo at HHK) came up to school with his girlfriend for the show. We're at the bar and I say to him "do you know why the clock is on 4:20?". With the gruff, 35 years of smoking Larks voice, he says "you think I was f*cking born yesterday?? He thinks I don't know what 4:20 is. I knew what 4:20 was before my sister ever met your f*cking father." So now, all these years later, every Thanksgiving, Christmas, etc he comes in the house and says hi to everyone, then sees me and says "4:20 dude!". I still don't think my mom understands what that's all about. Unless she reads this blog. Then the jig us up. Love you mom!

This is Diggedy signing off.


Anonymous Anonymous said...

one in a million is the shit.

good read, diggedy.

4:24 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Bro man, it's 4/20 and there are no green-related songs, man? So many to pick from. It's all good though, man. I'm watchin Half Baked on mute and syncin up all the Weekend at Diggedy's. Diggedy. What a funny name. Diggedy.

5:21 PM  
Blogger Russ the Bus said...

C'mon, Craig. It's Friday

5:48 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Speaking of jigs being up, Digs, these cheap shots about my proclivity for grinding on hosts have to stop. I got the straight goods from Axiom: you came up behind me and I backed into you! I didn't even know you were there! If anything, you put yourself in that position. Not that I remember any of this, but I now have a mental picture of it, and I'm not gonna... take this... ish... *(tearing hair out and snorting fire)*

8:59 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

"If anything, you put yourself in that position."

Heh heh.

10:26 PM  
Blogger Russ the Bus said...

"i'm not gonna take this"

Heh. heh

3:50 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Friends, Romans, countryheads, lend me your ears. I need you all to concentrate really hard and send out some concerted "score and win" vibes to my boys the Vancouver Canucks, anytime before 9 pm Eastern today. They've blown a 3-1 series lead against the Dallas Stars (Dallas = Texas = George Bush = bad) and Game 7 is tonight, in VanCity. That drunken brawler Marty Turco has managed to shut them out three times in this series, including the last two games. The Canucks have been on some Nyquil shit -- weren't even in the game on Saturday.

You may not care; you may not even know what a Canuck is; that's alright; just extend yourself and send them some love because you love me. (That's right: you LOVE me. If you don't know, now you know. Now act like you know.)

I know we have a history of clashing with New York teams --- Isles in '82, Rangers in '94 --- but you dudes won the Cup both times. So I hope you'll be bigger than that, and lend a hand to helping us eliminate these tumbleweed Republican snake-BBQ mothersuckers from Desert Country.

Uncle Junior

11:17 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Oh, and if anyone wants to join me, I'll be watching the game at Bounce (2nd Avenue at 6th Street, East Village) tonight!


11:24 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

There's still an NHL?

11:46 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Thanks a million for the shoutout - postscript to that story is my cousin and I going straight to a flight to St Maarten (still hammered), from HHK, and passing out on the flight. I wake up 3 hours later and ask the woman next to me why we haven't landed yet. She is shielding herself from my stench, and tells me I slept thru a fistfight between a couple who were arrested and dragged off the plane!

Props to HHK for making my flight a pleasant one!


12:02 PM  

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