Brightly lit beams from the CRT fills the room back in 03, his introduction then follows to the companies and the urban aesthetics that'll soon become his introductory grounds for basketball. Moving beyond the street art and the wall-mounted copyright, it's here where he learns of what'll soon become his favored and championed genre of music: Hip-Hop, through the words of the Mecca and the production flips courtesy of the #1 Soul Brother.
What follows is a school of soft knocks across the pavement in an alley. The dunks, the passes, the alley-oops, the norms. Soon though comes the arcade twists, following special twists and slamming showstoppers, fakeouts that serve to mock the oppositions, and gratifying taunts and tricks to show you're the chief rocker that's not meant to be fronted. It takes a while to get the flow of, but the kinetics and rhythms soon take shape, something needed for the singleplayer modes since the AI can barely muster the brainpower to handle the 3-on-3 match of athletic prowess. Such is the way of an early 2000s sports title, I suppose, he's rarely dabbled with this before nor since.
More gabs and trades of samples soon come through the speaker. The eclectic showstopper on the first power with the second power being a blaring warning that shit's finally comin down for the other team. MC Lyte, a female rapper from the 80s showing off more gusto than he would've expected. Long Island influencer Erick Sermon from that same decade alongside Redman, one of the funkiest New Jersian to have graced the mic. Benzino. Nelly and Memphis Bleak who he's still only vaguely familiar with. Couple of others that he's since realized have been a part of him since the beginning and, albeit in strange ways on occasion, middle of his life. All connected with the beats of secret movement pusher Just Blaze. Could've used some soul of De Las or mischief from 93' til infinity though.
Suddenly, the slots snug into place. Focus on the aggression in order to bite back. Don't front or hesitate else that's how they'll get the upper hand. Always dribble unless you risk a travel penalty. Give it to the guy/gal/enby that's open to do the plays instead of relying on everything to you. As cool as dunking is it isn't wholly reliable. You always pick the person with the better looking stats cause that's wha- actually wait no scratch that, that's stupid. It's how he, me, and others got up and just started to get invigorated. I'm far from mastering this game, not helping cause of how I come back to this very infrequently, but I always plop it in either physically or on PCSX2 just for the hell of it, who's gonna stop me?
I don't try and keep tabs on the current NBA leagues, but I am someone that likes to play the sport whenever possible and at least try to learn what's going on within that world of sport. I have friends and other methods viable to learn about newly made albums from artists modern, old, or those in between.
They were the things that helped me to learn that I'll always have methods of expressing myself.
What follows is a school of soft knocks across the pavement in an alley. The dunks, the passes, the alley-oops, the norms. Soon though comes the arcade twists, following special twists and slamming showstoppers, fakeouts that serve to mock the oppositions, and gratifying taunts and tricks to show you're the chief rocker that's not meant to be fronted. It takes a while to get the flow of, but the kinetics and rhythms soon take shape, something needed for the singleplayer modes since the AI can barely muster the brainpower to handle the 3-on-3 match of athletic prowess. Such is the way of an early 2000s sports title, I suppose, he's rarely dabbled with this before nor since.
More gabs and trades of samples soon come through the speaker. The eclectic showstopper on the first power with the second power being a blaring warning that shit's finally comin down for the other team. MC Lyte, a female rapper from the 80s showing off more gusto than he would've expected. Long Island influencer Erick Sermon from that same decade alongside Redman, one of the funkiest New Jersian to have graced the mic. Benzino. Nelly and Memphis Bleak who he's still only vaguely familiar with. Couple of others that he's since realized have been a part of him since the beginning and, albeit in strange ways on occasion, middle of his life. All connected with the beats of secret movement pusher Just Blaze. Could've used some soul of De Las or mischief from 93' til infinity though.
Suddenly, the slots snug into place. Focus on the aggression in order to bite back. Don't front or hesitate else that's how they'll get the upper hand. Always dribble unless you risk a travel penalty. Give it to the guy/gal/enby that's open to do the plays instead of relying on everything to you. As cool as dunking is it isn't wholly reliable. You always pick the person with the better looking stats cause that's wha- actually wait no scratch that, that's stupid. It's how he, me, and others got up and just started to get invigorated. I'm far from mastering this game, not helping cause of how I come back to this very infrequently, but I always plop it in either physically or on PCSX2 just for the hell of it, who's gonna stop me?
I don't try and keep tabs on the current NBA leagues, but I am someone that likes to play the sport whenever possible and at least try to learn what's going on within that world of sport. I have friends and other methods viable to learn about newly made albums from artists modern, old, or those in between.
They were the things that helped me to learn that I'll always have methods of expressing myself.
4 Comments
I thank games like this for expanding my music tastes a bunch, even if I'm still as metal headed as the T-800. Still probably one of the best licensed soundtracks in gaming, TROY is such a perfect opener.
Good stuff mate.
Good stuff mate.
I don't remember what it was that got me to give metal a shot, but it's something I've been digging since around High School (yea I was one of those types of guys at first, unfortunately) thanks to bands like maudlin of the Well, Tool, and Megadeth.
TROY's been one of my favorites since I first heard it here. It's the song I point out if someone wants to get intk the genre, as well as Outkast's Da Art Of Storytellin. Nothin but classics.
TROY's been one of my favorites since I first heard it here. It's the song I point out if someone wants to get intk the genre, as well as Outkast's Da Art Of Storytellin. Nothin but classics.
Comin back to this after news of Trugoy The Dove of De La Soul's death broke out several hours ago rather heartbroken. Literally just a month before all their albums were gonna be freed from licensing bullshit, too.
I won't act like I was too in-depth with their works aside from listening their debut and loose tracks ever since high school, but their fingerprints in the genre are undeniable. One of the pioneers of sample-based productions, helping spark the career of a few acts like Mos Def/Yasiin Bey, etc etc. Sucks to see a legend die off.
One Love.
I won't act like I was too in-depth with their works aside from listening their debut and loose tracks ever since high school, but their fingerprints in the genre are undeniable. One of the pioneers of sample-based productions, helping spark the career of a few acts like Mos Def/Yasiin Bey, etc etc. Sucks to see a legend die off.
One Love.
BlazingWaters
1 year ago
I love this genre and culture, a lot, it deeply wounds me to see it get mangled and damaged in one fashion or another. I guess that's just how life is.