I think it’s time to throw another party, and this weekend provides a nice theme: it’s Groundhog Day (given the unusual cold, I can’t imagine the Groundhog predicting an early spring) and Chinese New Year for the year 4700. Better still, it’s my Chinese New Year — the Year of the Ram/Goat/Sheep, depending on whose translation you use. I prefer to use “ram” as the other two have different (and unfortunate, in my opinion) connotations in the West. “Ram”, on the other hand, is a great double-entendre, just like Shaft. Daaaaamn right.
(Of course, not all sheep are uncool: there’s the Black Sheep, and some Chinese guides will also refer to this coming year as the year of the black sheep. Sepaking as the closest thing that my immediate family has to a black sheep, it’s all too fitting.)
The party will take place this Saturday, starting at 9 p.m. at my place (as seen on TV!) and run into the wee hours as usual. Invitiations will be sent out later today. Depending on the response, we’ll fill one or both tubs with ice. In keeping with the theme of the party, I am asking attendees to wear wool sweaters. Given that it’s still 18 degrees below zero out there, it shouldn’t be to hard to comply.
Anyone interested in what my parties are like should consult these pictures.
And now, in honour of the upcoming year, the first of a few Ram/Sheep/Goat lyrics…
The Choice is Yours
by Black Sheep
Who’s the black sheep, what’s the black sheep
Not knowin’ who I am it’s DLB rippin deep
I wasn’t in your realm but I’m in your sphere
You still don’t know the click so just listen here
Trik Turner on the one’s DBX on the two’s
3’s for them off beat crews like you’s
back middle to the front don’t front
you want a good time were gonna give you what
you want, can I get a hey, can I get a what
can I get a buck buck you know that’s what I want
the styling is creative, Trik Turner is the natives
we can be violated or ever duplicated I got
nuhs from catch wreck and cousins of the
wize you know its no surprise that this shit
flies hi, yes which way, what, when, how, Mr.
Otto D. flip the track right now, I know you’ve
Heard the others wanna be dust covered but
Then again the choice is yours.
Where’s the trick at here’s the trik
And even if you wanted to you can’t sound as sick
Watch us swing like this why should we
Swing it like that because in fact what yours
Might hold us back – therefore, I ignore
I do as I feel as I trust in “D” He’s got my
Back tonight you know what I’m sayin’ yo’
Trik I ain’t play’n it’s easy to roll
With this than to roll with that
With no delay and see an actuality to one
It can not be, I made it look easy because
It is to me, anytime capacity was filled, tried
To rock it, anytime a honey gave us play, tried
To knock it, never was a fool so I finished
School never seen us sweat, and you never
Seen us schooled, out to rock the world
Right here from my block, don’t punch girls
And we don’t punch a clock, gotta go gotta
Go see you later by the cat and you can’t
Beat that with a bat
[Hook]
You can get with this or you can get with that
You can get with this or you can get with that
You should get with this cause this is where its at-
Engine engine number nine
On the New York transit line
If my train goes off the track
Pick it up pick it up pick it up — whack!
Back on the scene, crispy and clean
You can try but don’t lie because you can’t get with me
We be the outcast, can outlast, and outblast
Let this shit rip and feel the rush, crushed
Open your doors you best believe we’re sliding thru
Quickly, niftily we can make it hip to be
Down with this mess with two MC’s
Fuck what you heard we on some T.O.P.
I’m still DLB
So now I turn triks cause I’m the true player
Hold your coat cause I got the container
Pass the plate across the fader
Trik Turner gets played like a Sony innovator
Never the traitor party inflator
And you can get a scoop later