by A.J. Coltrane
My earliest tangible memory of Dr. J. (source).
The ad ran on the back of comic books in 1977. It probably dates to the summer after the ABA folded. I don’t remember seeing the Dr. on TV prior to that. I don’t remember Rick Barry as an active player at all. For that matter, I don’t remember our family watching any NBA when I was young — my first NBA memory was the Sonics championship series that they lost to the Bullets. (Of course, with only one TV in the house that got three channels plus PBS, it was Wide World of Sports or nothing… A least it was a *color* TV.)
I think the ad above and the video below share some DNA. To put it another way, I think they’re sort of spiritually connected somehow…
Who else raps like this? (lyrics link)
I Want To Say a Little Something That’s Long Overdue
The Disrespect To Women Has Got To Be Through
To All The Mothers And Sisters And The Wives And Friends
I Want To Offer My Love And Respect To The End
My favorite (and the inspiration for the title of the post), the beatdown of 3rd Bass:
So many wack M.C.’s You get the T.V. bozack
Ain’t even gonna call out your names ‘Cause you’re so wack
But one big oaf whose faker than plastic
A dictionary definition of the word spastic
You should have never started something That you couldn’t finish
‘Cause writin’ rhymes to me Is like Popeye to spinach
I’m bad ass move your fat ass ‘Cause you’re wack son
Dancin’ around like you think you’re Janet Jackson
Thought you could walk on me To get some ground to walk on
I’ll put the rug out under your ass As I talk on
I’ll take you out like a sniper on a roof
Like an M.C. at the fever in the D.J. booth
With your headphones strapped You’re rockin’ rewind pause
Tryin’ to figure out what you can do to go for yours
But like the pencil to the paper I got more to come
One after another you can all get some
More spice than the frugal gourmet!
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