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Post by twothousandonemark on Aug 19, 2018 0:54:11 GMT
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Post by President Ackbar™ on Aug 19, 2018 1:18:00 GMT
Oh, he hates lean and drugs now?
What a fucking hypocrite.
DMC from Run-DMC: 'I snorted and guzzled through almost every day'
Alexander Bisley
Thu 28 Jul 2016
“Music is a cutthroat, disrespectful, low-life, motherfucking, crab-ass, lyin’, deceivin’, stab-you-in-the-back type of business, and that’s just the good part of it!” Darryl “DMC” McDaniels laughs. We’re discussing the Devastating Mic Controller’s autobiography Ten Ways Not to Kill Yourself, which he has also forcefully voiced as an audiobook.
It is a raw, revealing memoir which bleeds like a stab wound. “I’m an addict,” writes DMC, the man who rhymed so enduringly about the crack epidemic on Mary, Mary. “For most of my early life, I smoked and snorted and guzzled my way through almost every day.”
Lowering his booming voice a little, he adds: “If your soul is not right with what you’re doing, you will fall apart, like I did.”
Despite all Run-DMC’s success, after Tougher Than Leather DMC collapsed into alcoholism, depression and OCD, as he increasingly lost his voice to spasmodic dysphonia, in which the larynx spasms during speech. For years, he recalls, he suffered suicidal thoughts. He had rising creative and personal conflicts with producer Russell Simmons, Jay and, especially, Run (“anal as hell”). His childhood friendship with Run degenerated into a dysfunctional business relationship. DMC felt hustled by Run’s pastor E Bernard Jordan. By 1997, he “avoided Run like a virus”. In Japan later that year, hawking remixes, DMC “felt used, pimped and dirty … Milk this cow till there’s powdered music coming out the udders.”
When Ice-T asked Run how it was being top of the rap game, Run famously recalled an epiphany on excess – consuming the best of everything: presidential suites, women and drugs: “The ho’s knocking at the door. Rolling Stone’s behind the ho … I’m fuckin’ out of control.” DMC demurs: “I was never on it like him … Run and Jay smoked more weed than a Rastafarian god could grow.”
Around 2002 things came to a head when Jay was murdered in his Hollis recording studio, DMC discovered he was adopted, and his father died. Despite a serious bout of alcohol-induced pancreatitis years earlier, DMC surrendered to industrial-scale drinking, downing “case of 40s every day”. He had a fridge in his SUV. Even when walking anywhere, a guy in his crew carried around beer in a portable chiller.
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Post by twothousandonemark on Aug 19, 2018 23:25:47 GMT
He mentions that yeah he drank every last drop & knew ppl who smoked every tree... but they weren't rapping about that backed by disco beats as he puts recent hip hop.
Having thought about it after a couple days, I realize nowadays the audience & even many stars of the genre are soo much more widely diverse & accepting.
Not sure many soccer moms were listening to Public Enemy with their girls on the way to school in the 1980's.
Times change I suppose. I think he just wishes more hip hop artists would produce their thoughts, rather than what might sell best. Then again, maybe many rappers in 2018 aren't very thoughtful at all so what's the point?
I nearly spat up when he put Drake in the capable of change list or whatever. lols, all Drake wants is everything for him & nothing for anyone else. Bad music carpet bombing the masses leaving the scraps of space for others.
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Post by Pep Streebeck on Aug 20, 2018 18:37:44 GMT
DMC is one really weird guy. I just watched this rap documentary on Netflix. He just seemed really "off". Like something is wrong with him. I always like him better than Run though. Especially his preacher personality.
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