Beats, Rhymes & Life: The Travels of a Tribe Called Quest Review

The long awaited documentary that was so many years in the making took a Hip-Hop infused director and a mid-summer tour to bring to life. Beats Rhymes & Life: The Travels Of A Tribe Called Quest chronicles the relationship, beginnings, breakups and life between group members Q-Tip (Kamaal), Phife Dawg (Malik Taylor), Ali Shaheed Muhammad, and Jarobi White. The film starts at the end of a series of tour dates the group had going on with Q-tip being followed by a camera and interviewed about the group, proclaiming their end. Beats takes us through the journey of the group, from Jamaica, Queens to joining the Native Tongues posse with other groups, like De La Soul and Jungle Brothers. How Phife was the one to spur Q-Tip to rap and both taking it seriously enough through life. These two members are highlighted a lot as they are founding members of the group, lifelong friends, and have the most sordid relationship.  Throughout the film we were treated to actual concert footage not by the fans but by the cameras that followed, we were treated to archived footage from other performances , as well from previous interviews, concerts, photoshoots, and interviews from other hiphop artists who deem ATribe Called Quest and music royalty. These other hiphop artist either know them personally in the case of a Mos Def, Kanye West, or were just influences initially by their style say a Pharrell Williams.

An interesting note about the film is all the new interviews with the group are conducted in separate places. As musicians they’re busy but they should have at least had a shot together. The rise and fall of the group from, 1985 to 1998, was a journey few other groups but a whole Hip-Hop nation was around to see [new sentence to replace above one:  Beats portrayed Tribe more like a family than a rap group with Q-Tip and Phife arguing like two parents in front of their kids, band members Ali and Jarobi, looking on with the sentimental “I wish my parents weren’t fighting”.  The look on Jarobi’s face said it all, like the kid who isn’t really interested in the fights. This is why he’s either like” let’s make up or lets shut it down.” That seems to be his mannerism as you watch him talk, reflect, and give insight on the group from his view.

Beats is unique in its view because as fans of Hip-Hop, our journey from the blackout in South Bronx in the late 60’s to the forefront of the world right now hasn’t been as well documented as rock music.  Hip-Hop hasn’t had too many large tours documented over its 30 years, the fore fathers (godfathers) seem to change yearly and we retire our people usually before they even get started. As a fan of hip-hop and A tribe Called Quest if you couldn’t follow as much as you would like, didn’t know the group dynamics, how the group started, how they felt about their music, why they put it out and where their mind was as it relates to the music, their struggles, their fears, tears, and inner group turmoil then this film is for you, All those things and more are covered, revealed and bout to light.  As for the new fans, please remember hip-hop is still a young ATCQ were growing up in the middle of the growth of hip-hop. As you see this film there is a glimpse as to how hard it was in the beginning, the struggles, the fears, the camaraderie of not just your friends but everyone you know trying to get involved in an art form that is still in its infancy. A Tribe Called Quest and their message are still relevant right now and still as fresh as it was when it was first said. Beats allows us a view into independent people coming together to form a whole while, at times, fighting for an individual voice.

 

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American Gods The first 100 pages

We haven’t forgotten about our book club! What are your thoughts about the first 100 pages?

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We are looking for submissions/contributors

Literati is looking for editors,contributors, and writers for our magazine. We can’t afford to pay you, but we can afford to get your voice heard and get your writing published!

Interested? Send a resume and writing samples to jobs@literatimag.com .

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“Summer Breeze”

“Summer Breeze”

The trees’ leaves rustle

In measured tones whispering

Breaths of solitude

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Epilog…

When I am alone
in the mountains,
and I hear the leaves playing cadence
to the breaths of time,
it brings me closer
to the serene feeling of solitude;
peace is found in such moments.
I long to hear
the summer breeze…

2011 © T.G. Hopkins III

Bio:

Thomas Glen Hopkins III, was born in Salt Lake City, Utah on June 26, 1980. He grew up in the small suburb town of Midvale, which is also located near the heart of the Salt Lake Valley. He resides now in Sandy, Utah, which is in walking distance of where he grew up. The Rocky Mountains are his home, and he finds it so comforting having the picturesque view of the mountains right outside his front door. He is a lover of words and has a passion for putting his works out there for the world to see. He is an avid outdoorsman, and often in the summer months will take time off from writing, and recharge his thoughts with a sense of nature’s beauty. He likes to think of himself as a deep thinker, and loves it when people find a deeper meaning in his works. As is similar with his writing style, he loves works that inspire a sense in him for depth of thought.

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Kalicoh

So yes I know its been a little bit since I have given you guys something, but I have a lot and here’s one thing. There is an artist in DC I was introduced to just last night. Her name is Cherie, but she goes by Kalicoh. You can check her at her  bandcamp page or catch her on in the clip below . If you’re really into her she’ll be performing next week in Adams Morgan on June 8th and 9th at 7:30pm at a spot called DCAC 2438 18th st nw Washington DC 20009.

 

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Book Club!

Welcome to Literati’s Book Club. Our first book club selection is American Gods by Neil Gaiman. It’s a wonderful trip between sci-fi, thriller, and a mythology lesson tied up in a nice 588 page read. We will cover this book the entire summer from Memorial Day to Labor day with web chats and forums to discuss.

You can order a copy of the book here or here.

Let’s know what you think about the first 100 pages so far!

 

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Book Club coming soon

We are doing book club! Our first selection is American Gods by Neil Gaiman. More info coming soon including links to buying/downloading book.

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In Honor of Gil Scott-Heron

Poet, activist, and to some rap icon, Gil-Scott Heron passed away May 27. In honor of a legendary person here is one of his most famous poems and one of our favorites, “The Revolution Will Not Be Televised”.

RIP.

The Revolution Will Not Be Televised

You will not be able to stay home, brother.
You will not be able to plug in, turn on and cop out.
You will not be able to lose yourself on skag and skip,
Skip out for beer during commercials,
Because the revolution will not be televised.

The revolution will not be televised.
The revolution will not be brought to you by Xerox
In 4 parts without commercial interruptions.
The revolution will not show you pictures of Nixon
blowing a bugle and leading a charge by John
Mitchell, General Abrams and Spiro Agnew to eat
hog maws confiscated from a Harlem sanctuary.
The revolution will not be televised.

The revolution will not be brought to you by the
Schaefer Award Theatre and will not star Natalie
Woods and Steve McQueen or Bullwinkle and Julia.
The revolution will not give your mouth sex appeal.
The revolution will not get rid of the nubs.
The revolution will not make you look five pounds
thinner, because the revolution will not be televised, Brother.

There will be no pictures of you and Willie May
pushing that shopping cart down the block on the dead run,
or trying to slide that color television into a stolen ambulance.
NBC will not be able predict the winner at 8:32
or report from 29 districts.
The revolution will not be televised.

There will be no pictures of pigs shooting down
brothers in the instant replay.
There will be no pictures of pigs shooting down
brothers in the instant replay.
There will be no pictures of Whitney Young being
run out of Harlem on a rail with a brand new process.
There will be no slow motion or still life of Roy
Wilkens strolling through Watts in a Red, Black and
Green liberation jumpsuit that he had been saving
For just the proper occasion.

Green Acres, The Beverly Hillbillies, and Hooterville
Junction will no longer be so damned relevant, and
women will not care if Dick finally gets down with
Jane on Search for Tomorrow because Black people
will be in the street looking for a brighter day.
The revolution will not be televised.

There will be no highlights on the eleven o'clock
news and no pictures of hairy armed women
liberationists and Jackie Onassis blowing her nose.
The theme song will not be written by Jim Webb,
Francis Scott Key, nor sung by Glen Campbell, Tom
Jones, Johnny Cash, Englebert Humperdink, or the Rare Earth.
The revolution will not be televised.

The revolution will not be right back after a message
bbout a white tornado, white lightning, or white people.
You will not have to worry about a dove in your
bedroom, a tiger in your tank, or the giant in your toilet bowl.
The revolution will not go better with Coke.
The revolution will not fight the germs that may cause bad breath.
The revolution will put you in the driver's seat.

The revolution will not be televised, will not be televised,
will not be televised, will not be televised.
The revolution will be no re-run brothers;
The revolution will be live.


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I use to love it but I don’t anymore…

I was never the writer. In fact, I use to hate it. One day in my twenties something changed. I wrote. It was but one paragraph, but that paragraph turned to a page and that page turned into two. In three months, maybe more, I had written a book. It was nothing special, just some chick lit that was somewhat semiautobigraphical. Most people have never written a book, lots have. I’m sure if I read that book now there would be a lot of things that I would change and I would find even more mistakes. One thing I do miss about writing that book was the zoning out and putting what I thought on paper. I miss the synchronization of my brain and hand as they typed in unison. After a couple of years though I stopped writing. I mean I would write, but not creatively. I was writing papers for school or reading for school or doing math sets for school. Along the way I lost my mojo for writing. I use to love it but I don’t anymore. I wouldn’t say I don’t love it anymore because I really want to. I want to love it like I use to where time would flash by. I lost my passion.  For various reasons, some real some imagined, writing became a chore. I would look at my pen and pad or look at my computer and freeze.

Well, it’s time to unfreeze myself and get back to the one thing I love the most. I think I will take a look at that book and see my little accomplishment, maybe that will help me find my passion for writing. Who else has lost their mojo for writing and did you ever get it back? If so, how?

 

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We are accepting submissions

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