Kool Moe Dee – I Go to Work [Jive]
Mobski – Get With It [Zakia]
Grandmaster Flash – Girls Love the Way He Spins [Elektra]
EPMD – So Let the Funk Flow [Fresh]
Fresh Kid Ice – I’ll Be There [Luke]
Monie Love – Don’t Funk With the Mo [Warner Bros.]
The Wreckin’ Cru’ – Surgery featuring Dr. Dre [Kru-Cut]
The Dream Team – Is In the House [Dream Team]
B Boy Rage – More Bounce to the 40oz [Kru-cut]
Egyptian Lover – Sexy Style [Egyptian Empire]
Boogie Down Productions – Why Is That? [Jive]
Beastie Boys – Hold It Now, Hit It [Def Jam]
Nas – NY State of Mind [Columbia]
YZ – When the Road is Covered With Snow [Tuff City]
The 7A3 – Hit ‘em Again [Geffen]
Public Enemy – By the Time I Get to Arizona [Def Jam]
LL Cool J – I’m Bad [Def Jam]
Urban Thermo Dynamics – Manifest Destiny (Diamond Remix) [Payday/ffrr]
Stetsasonic – Talkin’ All That Jazz [Tommy Boy]
KC Flightt – Planet E (Hip-hop Mix) [RCA]
Einstein – Friday Night & Saturday Morning [Music of Life]
King Tee – Act A Fool (Compton Mix) [Capitol]
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Raheem – Shotgun [A&M/Rap-A-Lot]
Jaz – Hawaiian Sophie [EMI]
Gregory D – Crack Slangas [RCA]
Shante – Big Mama [Livin' Large]
A Tribe Called Quest – I Left My Wallet In El Segundo [Jive]
Zapp – Do Wa Ditty (Blow That Thing) [Warner Bros.]
One Way – Cutie Pie [MCA]
The Pinch – Shot Out [Spider-Mo]
The Time – 777-9311 [Warner Bros.]
Logg – I Know You Will [Salsoul]
Calloway – I Wanna Be Rich [Solar]
Shalamar – Dead Giveaway [Solar]
Joeski Love – My Girl [Elektra/Asylum]
Kam – Peace Treaty [EastWest]
Souls of Mischief – 93 ’til Infinity [Jive/Zomba]
Jurassic 5 – Concrete Schoolyard [Rumble/Pickininny]
Whistle – (Nothing Serious) Just Buggin’ [Select]
Slick Rick – Children’s Story [Def Jam]
Soul Rebel – We Be Rollin [Tuf]
General Caine – Shake [Groove Time]
Slave – Watching You [Cotillion]
Herbie Hancock – Magic Number [CBS]
Onra – Long Distance [All City]
Tony Cook feat. Dam Funk – What’s On Your Mind [Stones Throw]
Midnight Star – Wet My Whistle [Solar]
Jodeci – Get On Up [MCA]
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Tonight at 8pm PST, the Jimbo Show returns on Cascade Community Radio on Radio23. Funk and boogie, old-school hip-hop – rock it don’t stop it!
There lies the last year of our lives.
The muscles in our thighs
combined with the soil
to allow our tiny moments to rise.
Yours and mine,
with the moon in our eyes.
The neighbor cries herself to sleep late in the evening.
I can hear it through my walls even when my windows are shut.
Its a lone deep howl of a cry, the sort of painful sob that can’t be consoled. Sometimes I lay in bed and wonder who she cries for.
She cries like someone is missing, long swept away in the world’s memory.
I’ve considered walking across my lawn, through the daffodils that line our lawns and up to her door, just to see if she is alright.
But after months of listening to her sobbing, I know there is nothing I can do for her. I know that this is the only way she will find sleep.
Smog’s on the small
speakers; Bill’s singing
some: most of my
fantasies are of making
someone else come.
Morning creeps through
Portland’s misty alleys,
summer yields to fall,
all I have I burn:
one lavender flower. To be
of some small, simple,
undeniable use. A simple, undeniable
truth, the yearning of youth.
Entranced by the reflection, his mouth is open
his fingertip hidden, pointing at his thoughts
which are few at his age, but include his mother
and his house
and the pools of water gathering
where the leaves have blocked the drain.
You can’t write it away or leave
it casually on some step
like an empty bottle. It eats
at the inside parts of you
and you can try to kill it
with liquor or dull
the gnawing at least, but
it comes back hungrier.
Bits of your life flake away
as they seem suddenly
unimportant, not worth
the work. Stronger is what
they tell you you will be
after it tears away the weakness.
flecks of rice cling to the sides of the bowl
gathered as if to band together
as if to ward off danger
as if their purpose was somewhere else
and they tell each other where that place is
hoping to encourage someone
to jump out
Just throw it to me already.
My brother is standing at the other end of the living room in cut off jean shorts and an OP tank top. The really skinny kind of tank top, where the straps are so thin they barely holding the fabric together. It is blue, like the sea and like the future. He is getting impatient. Just throw the damn ball. I do. I throw the Nerf ball as hard as I can because I think that’s what I’m suppose to do to impress, but I guess I don’t know my own strength and it flies above his head and knocks a glass Avon votive off the wall. I shriek and he yelps in laughter, holding his mouth half scared and half entertained. WHAT IS GOING ON?? That’s my mother. She hollers from the hallway, the ever long hallway that I roller-skate down and wedge myself between to climb up the wood paneling and scratch my name into the popcorn ceiling. The hallway where we each write our height; mine, my brother’s, my sister’s, and every one of my dogs.
We get punished and we are sent to our rooms. This is when we lay on our bellies and slowly inch out from our bedrooms that face each other, until just our toes are resting on the carpet and the rest of our bodies are free. This is the time when we define freedom as our upper halves lying on the cool linoleum floor, knowing Mom is in a good enough mood to ignore us. Jeff winds up his egg shaped tops and spins them as far as he can toward me and I decide to showcase his Soundwave Transformer, the one he thought he’d lost.
Eventually I work my way to his room and he shows me the mask he made in High School the other day where he’s a tenth grader, which is so scary and such a big deal I can’t quite get over it. Then he asks me if I know the hole at the end of the house beneath his bedroom window and I say yes, I do know. And he says well don’t go near it because the mask belongs to the face of the Boogieman who calls that hole home. This is when I scream and cry and call Mom and we get in trouble all over again.
