“We would have better records today if people said, “Look, you’ve got 5 hours to make a record.” The problem is that people got all day. They got all week. They got all month. They got all year. So thus, you in there second guessing yourself.” – Hank Shocklee
This quote from the Bomb Squad’s general of apocalyptic bass kind of sums up the recording aesthetic G.I. attempts to employ in the Invincible Lab with the aluminum foil walls. Most of the records we love were made with this sort of urgency and immediacy (KRS-ONE has bragged that BDP’s “The Bridge Is Over” was recorded and mixed in an hour and a half) and that’s what made them vital. It’s not like we are working against the clock trying to make the most out of expensive studio time, but our day jobs and busy-everything-except-music lives make recording sessions rare, so when it is time to record: Dan’s beats gotta be ready and I’ve gotta have my rhymes ready to spit in usually one or two takes, because we are trying to record an entire album in a five-hour period. Wouldn’t Hank and the boys from Spectrum City be proud?
Anyway let’s continue the “ASK THE DUST” saga with two more mighty jams from this Grand Invincible debut:
Grand Invincible “TIGHTER”
This little chopped soul ditty is a brief public service announcement directed at all those mid-twenties ladies runnin’ around town fulfilling their “Sex in the City” fantasies. “Light on my hat like those dirty coal miners do…”
Grand Invincible “PURSE THIEVES”
100% grimey! Back in the early-nineties when San Jose Live was still open in the south bay during the Hump Hut Gang’s forever-broke-never-have-a-job days, my ace boon cracker Oak D and I used to kick girl’s purses underneath the pool tables and then send Ruddy Rudd to crawl under and get ‘em into the bathroom, loot ‘em, and throw ‘em in the trash. We’d also snatch 3/4 full Long Islands off the bar when fools had their backs turned and suck ‘em down quick. We were full on fuckin’ dengenerates and it is kinda with a mixture of embarrassment and pride that I speak of it now (mostly pride though, fuck it I’m a scumbag, y’all know me). Anyway, “Purse Thieves” kinda turned into an homage to that time in my life with a little modern shit thrown in (the first title for this song, before I wrote the chorus, was: Doing Coke in the Car). And the moral to the story kids?: Being dead broke should never stop you from getting drunk if you are determined and shameless enough. And if you should get caught? Do what we did at the Hut: Deny it to the bitter end. Why? “‘Cause nobody believe dem hoes!”
Don’t forget the show this Sunday!