This week I took a trip to the Bywater in New Orleans in search for some new wax. Just off of Chartres st. on Piety, is a dope spot called Euclid Records. Here they sell everything from used turntable, cds, and of course mad stacks of wax. I can never help myself from wandering towards the Hip hop section of Euclid, because its one of the best places to find that underground shit. It didn’t take me long to uncover a joint that flew right under the radar, but is sick as fuck. But beyond Hip hop, Euclid got the Phunk, the rock, and anything you want. ya just gotta be careful not to break the bank cuz records are easily as addictive as some of the worst drugs.
RJD2 and Blueprint - Soul Position
This album released in 2003 was put out by Minnesota base label, The Rhymesayers. It feature dope beats from RJD2 and ill rhymes from Blueprint. The content of the album changes throughout the record’s rotations, but mainly explores themes within Blueprint’s life. He talks mad shit about his relationships in an honest comedic way which any man with a sac can relate to. He also touches on street life and the harsh life and death realities he’s experienced. The lyrical skills of Blueprint capture more than just a story and combined with hard hitting melodic tones of RJD2, the stories create an emotional sensation to which a listener cannot help but be affected. Whether feeling laughter, despair, or a confidently cool, Soul Position is a cut any music lover must get hip to.
Robert Palmer - Sneaking Sally Through the Alley
After settling my Hip Hop fix, it was time to dig the Phunk. Now Euclid has a shit ton of records and can almost be intimidating when searching for some dope shit. But with a little gusto and patience I found an album id been searching for for months. This shit is that classic New Orleans funk. It’s got the baddest rhythm section, The Neville Brothers. They were hired on as studio musicians and of course killed it. The whole album is sick, it’s one of the records ya play on repeat during carnival season. My first experience with this album was in Amsterdam burning mad trees in a coffee shop. I copped some shit called Neville kush and said to the owner, “Is this like the funky Neville Brothers?” He shrugged and said, “ I don’t know who that is, you tell me?” So I explained that they were these killin funk cats from New Orleans. Next thing I know we’re rollin the Neville shit into a Dubbie and low and behold, Sneakin Sally through the Alley comes on the sound system. From then on I knew there was some magic to this album.
Dr. John – Mardi Gras
The last album I grabbed was just a few bins from Sally and still in the funk section. Twas the Doctor himself, Dr. John. I found a gem, one of his first big albums, Mardi Gras. Now if ya need to know anything about Dr. John, its that he at times was on that heavy voodoo vibe. Weird as fuck , but no doubt dope. He fused mystical New Orleans voodoo, with funk and jazz. This created a whole new beast of Phunk, that can both put the spirit on edge and get the party moving. He has a vast array of funk musicians plus heavy African percussion which brings the sound into an ethereal mystic realm. The Night Tripper will hook ya, addictive like tragic magic, only this shit strengthens the soul and nurtures the freak in us all.