What Are We Gonna Do With All This Trash?: "These Are the Words That I Manifest.."

April 20, 2010

"These Are the Words That I Manifest.."

Today we are mourning the passing of Guru, the Gang Starr emcee who succumbed to cancer (I hope White Owls didn't have anything to do with this) yesterday at the age of 47. Perhaps best known for his "monotone style" and the Jazzmatazz series, he and DJ Premier put out several certifiably classic albums in the 90s as Gang Starr (Step in the Arena, Daily Operation, & Hard to Earn) that still maintain their worthiness nearly twenty years (I'm so damn old) later.

Essential Gang Starr gems:

Manifest (Remix) {awesome}

Who's Gonna Take the Weight?

The Meaning of the Name

B.Y.S.

Ex Girl to Next Girl {can you be a good feminist and also like this song? Discuss.}

Flip the Script {one of the best}

Take Two and Pass {all these daggone youngsters need to learn about this}

Code of the Streets

Mass Appeal {another great one}

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A History Of Trash

Trash, at first, was a pretty cool guy. You know, he’d come over with some beers, and you’d hang out and have a couple of laughs. Maybe Trash brought some weed with him, and you guys tried to sync up Dark Side Of The Moon with The Wizard Of Oz until you remembered you lost your VHS copy of that movie sometime in college and that you fucking hate Pink Floyd. Good times were had, nonetheless.

But then, you don’t know what changed, but Trash started to overstay his welcome. He’d just linger for hours, never taking the hint you wanted him to leave, no matter how many times you yawned obnoxiously or mentioned how early you had to get up tomorrow. Trash just didn’t get it. You were getting older. You didn’t have the time anymore to stay up until 3 a.m. to talk about the Port season of “The Wire” or how much you miss Jawbox. Eventually, you just stopped taking Trash’s phone calls and no longer replied to his group e-mails about sneaking into abandoned mental hospitals.

Last time you saw Trash, he was smoking alone outside a local dive bar, looking down at his decaying and mismatched shoes. You hoped he had been doing well. You hoped he had not been hurt by the disintegration of your friendship. And if he had, you wanted to comfort him. You wanted to tell him that even though people move on with their lives, it doesn’t mean they stop caring. You wanted him to see in your eyes a sincere appreciation for the time you shared, because all the relationships in our lives help make us who we are, and even if you weren’t the best of friends anymore, you wanted him to know that there would always be a piece of Trash in your heart.

But instead, you looked away and crossed the street. You were with your new girlfriend, and you really didn’t want to have to explain Trash to her. She’d never understand.