Posts tagged "Jerk"

Baby Dollz - My Cookie

Great video. Let’s hope cookies bring the boys to the yard like milkshakes did and this becomes a hit.

Remember back when I was all like, “Remember back when I was all like “someone really needs to write about jerk and gender equality in rap?” Yeah, I still need to do that.”

Yeah, I still need to do that.

(h/t Lex)


Perhaps the most compelling thing about jerking, suggested Randall Roberts, the music editor of the L.A. Weekly, is how handily its practitioners manipulate the Web, scouring culture of historical context, freely deploying any tool that comes to hand. “It’s like they’re dipping back and forgetting that things like gangsta rap ever happened,” he said.

There is much to admire, Mr. Roberts suggested, in the vision of teenagers of all sorts united in pursuit of a music that blends computerized pop syncopations with hip-hop beats, that obliviously blurs racial boundaries and that encourages sartorial experimentation of a kind that, Mr. Hasan said, would have marked him in high school as a hopeless nerd.

Guy Trebay, “Hip-Hop’s New Steps,” The New York Times

The New York Times does its de rigeur jerking Sunday Styles piece. Nothing particularly revelatory, though there is the ever-entertaining spectacle of the Times' stylebook, which leads to a description of teenagers goofing around with each other coming off as, “Batting their false eyelashes, the Walker twins giggled at Mr. White’s antics…” Charmed, I'm sure. (Or maybe Mr. Trebay is playing on the predilection amongst jerkin' youth for calling parties “functions.”)

Mr. White, by the way, is a fifteen year old with “Spotlight” tattooed across his belly, who initiated the rendezvous with, according to the Times, “Let’s go mess with the Pink Dollaz.”

Congratulations, anyway, Los Angeles. Your grassroots music/dance trend has come of age.


New Boyz ft. Tyga - Cricketz


The Bangz ft. New Boyz - Found My Swag


New Boyz ft. Tyga – Cricketz
“Oh my god, why they jeans so tight?” It’s really impressive the extent New Boyz have adopted an understanding of fashion as transgression, and they do it far more successfully than Lady GaGa, for instance, does. “You’ll never see me care about another man’s jeans,” Legacy lectures, responding to supposed implications of homosexuality with an implication of homosexuality. It’s not quite progressive, but there’s a cheeky refusal to engage with hip-hop’s oft-draconian prescriptions for masculinity. (Even while guest Tyga taunts “other niggas Brunos: homies with homos.”) The New Boyz aren’t looking at the haters, they’re looking past them, at the neon-colored sunshine of a Southern California ruled by wit, irreverence, and light-footedness. There are hints of the old trickster archetype, but Legacy and Ben J hardly seem to be concerned with subverting any system—the role the trickster is supposed to play—from within or without. FYI to those bogged down in 20th century hang-ups: the New Boyz don’t give an F-word about you.[8]
Jukebox says [7.57]

New Boyz ft. Tyga – Cricketz

“Oh my god, why they jeans so tight?” It’s really impressive the extent New Boyz have adopted an understanding of fashion as transgression, and they do it far more successfully than Lady GaGa, for instance, does. “You’ll never see me care about another man’s jeans,” Legacy lectures, responding to supposed implications of homosexuality with an implication of homosexuality. It’s not quite progressive, but there’s a cheeky refusal to engage with hip-hop’s oft-draconian prescriptions for masculinity. (Even while guest Tyga taunts “other niggas Brunos: homies with homos.”) The New Boyz aren’t looking at the haters, they’re looking past them, at the neon-colored sunshine of a Southern California ruled by wit, irreverence, and light-footedness. There are hints of the old trickster archetype, but Legacy and Ben J hardly seem to be concerned with subverting any system—the role the trickster is supposed to play—from within or without. FYI to those bogged down in 20th century hang-ups: the New Boyz don’t give an F-word about you.
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Jukebox says [7.57]


Ley del Rap - Yaba Daba Du (Jerk Bow)

This is dummy retarded. Jerk mixed up with reggaetón. I’d like to hear some more of this kind of thing.

(h/t Rodney J. GreeneWayne & Wax)

EDIT: And how about them Portishead/Smoke City samples? Am I imagining those?


dailyseinfeld:

JERRY: hey, uh.. (Kramer walks around a little) what’d you get                there?KRAMER: Uh, yeah, I bought Dungarees.ELAINE: Kramer, they’re painted on!KRAMER: Well, they’re slim-fit.JERRY: Slim-fit?KRAMER: (Talking fast) Yeah, they’re streamlined.JERRY: You’re walkin’ like Frankenstein!KRAMER: (Making his way toward the door) What? They just  gotta                be worked in a little bit, that’s all. (Pulling the door  shut behind                him) Alright, see you later.
(via The Wait Out)

Yeah I rock skinnys, so what? </New Boyz>

dailyseinfeld:

JERRY: hey, uh.. (Kramer walks around a little) what’d you get there?
KRAMER: Uh, yeah, I bought Dungarees.
ELAINE: Kramer, they’re painted on!
KRAMER: Well, they’re slim-fit.
JERRY: Slim-fit?
KRAMER: (Talking fast) Yeah, they’re streamlined.
JERRY: You’re walkin’ like Frankenstein!
KRAMER: (Making his way toward the door) What? They just gotta be worked in a little bit, that’s all. (Pulling the door shut behind him) Alright, see you later.

(via The Wait Out)

Yeah I rock skinnys, so what? </New Boyz>