Born on Dec 5th you say?

Hello hello everyone. So here i sit, in the home of world renowned author Harold Stephens (the last man to successfully DRIVE around the world, made and sailed a boat from concrete, etc), it's sunday night, 30 degrees celcius (85 degrees to the Yanks), it's a damp heat, but not sticky. Today i bought a Ralph Lauren shirt for 350 baht ($10). The past three or four days have been kinda laxed, just resting and taking in Bangkok's lighter side. Gone are the marathon 15 hour tours and tour-van rides, the overnight trains, the commuter flights, and the farongs. Here, in the Samsen Nai district, it's Thai people in large 6 bedroom Thai houses with high walls, large lawns, koi ponds, rabbits, and apartments that make condos overlooking central park look like wretched hovels. Three mansion compounds housing diplomats, business barons, and the occasional 83 y/o elephant riding author.

This is Modern Thailand.

it's quiet. we are less than a 12 min walk from the BTS (Thai BART) and yet you never hear it. Someone down the neatly paved road in between two large trees has set up a full service restaurant in their front yard (Restaurant 89). They use couches and modern looking backyard furniture as tables and chairs, and serve authentic Thai food to anyone in the neighborhood. You see, there are no zoning laws, no power-tripping old guys to tell you what to do (home owners associations), so if you have the space and money, you can set up a small store or serve food in your garage if you so choose. "But Patrick, what if you get sick, who do you sue?" simple, don't eat where you think you can get sick (a little right-wingy, i know, but it works here). And even if you do get sick, go to the hospital and (gasp) get fixed for about the same cost as your meal, if any.

The major thing me and Sage noticed about everyday life here is that you can touch things. You can look at stuff. You can ask a stranger for help, and yes they will help you. You can even ask in English, and wow, they'll understand you. There are no signs and warnings everywhere you go displaying the results of past law suits. You can sit on the grass, try something before you buy it (from headphones, to cars, to cribs, to food). Everything isn't locked up with a sign telling you how to react to it. Strollers can go on escalators, nobody stares when your baby cries, people don't look at you or follow you or turn their nose up at you in stores with $20000 watches.

My favourite part? I haven't heard one thing about bradd pitt, angelina jolie, harrison ford, britney spears, lady gaga, or any other truly worthless person. The news here is the news, it's the weirdest thing! They actually talk in-depth about world events! The CNN is the international version which has some sort of ban on celebrity reporting, the BBC only mentions them in brief passing and the Thai News Network has nothing to say of them either. There are 5 different music video channels that actually show music videos and NO REALITY TV.

Get this, i haven't heard the word "rape" in 4 freaking weeks.

I counted at home once, and on average i heard it 10 times a day, 10 times! In commercials even! Words like rape, molested, brutally killed, "insert over-the-top-gory movie title here" style murders. These words aren't blasted at you every 10 minutes in between forcing you buy something to prop up the economy. You know what? everyone here has a job. From people directing how you park to prevent fender-benders, to police at every major intersection, to a guy who stands on the BTS platform helping people get on and off the train safely. The point is, if there is a task needing completion, they're willing to pay a human to do it. The staggering amount of construction going on is enough to keep anyone who can swing a hammer employed for the next 30 years! Everywhere you look buildings are going up, storefronts are being renewed, roads are being maintained, mass transit is expanding, taxis are zipping by, people at carts are selling everything from live rabbits in dresses to Burberry knock-offs to meat-on-sticks (my fav) to bootleg movies that make that guy at the barbershop's look like someone spit on the camera lens and then filmed a copy of the movie.

My point is that Thailand as a whole is ahead of the western world in ways not aloud to be dreamed of at home. Not once has someone frowned at me for smiling at them, and not once have i been "politely reminded" to make sure i purchase something in exchange for watching TV (American football, live, and without commercials has changed my life). Thailand has some of the most beautiful and vibrant jungles and unspoiled countryside you will ever see. And yet, the mega-city of Bangkok has pot-hole free asphalt as far as the city limits, 40 and 50 story buildings poke up between the massive parks and open areas. 4 malls, each the size of a NYC city block, and hundreds more half that size. I love this country and can only hope anyone reading this will come and fall in love as well.

-p

Sorry bout the length and depth but i needed to full this up with something since i cannot at present post pix, thanx.

**author's note: due to ongoing country-wide celebrations of the king and the constitution (he was born on 5 Dec and it on 10 Dec) amongst other things, our flight is delayed until thursday the 17th**

Your coffee is violence

hey hey hey, so, as it turns out, one of our troupe members has lost a family member to the cold hands of death. They are now on their way home to grieve and reflect on what was, and I will remain here, in the land of the truly free. Sadly, with the loss of these particular members also goes my access to a laptop i can put pictures on for posting. However, i will continue posting my findings in downtown Bangkok over the next 8 days, with pictures if possible. Today was spent getting a hotel room, getting our stuff and enjoying the largest mall in southeast Asia. As a side note, yes, i ate a cockroach, and yes they taste like fuji apples; Thailand is amazing. Here are some random pix of the greatest place on earth!!

Some of the pix include: Erawan Waterfalls, Me eating fried duck durry (melts your mouth and your hands), Eating a cockroach, Thai northern countryside, Phuket scenes, Paragon Mall, Sebastian's new girlfriend. Also guess which one is the Monitor Lizard Stew....

ttyl -P

Phuket: a study in capitalism

So, here we are. Back in Bangkok, full of amazing thai food from restaurant 72 off of Lat Prao Road. Between six people we killed 7, count em, 7 2 litre bottles of Singha beer.

Phuket Thailand was.......well, it was. I hate resorts. I hate overpriced, poorly cooked food at resorts and resort towns. I hate paying to do nothing, when I can do nothing at home. I hate areas of a country where no one speaks the native language b/c they're so used to English. In a sense, you could say I hate Phuket.

But, if you like burgers, spaghetti and pizza (none of which i ate) with Thai and Australian grown ingredients and cooking styles, overpriced poorly tailored suits, over aggressive loud-mouthed swill-peddlers then yeah! Phuket is for you! Don't get me wrong though, some of the most impressively beautiful sights, beautiful women, perfect weather, hot jazz (yes, that's right) and amazing water (80 degree water temp? you gotta be kidding me!). Down below is some pix of the hot jazz in Phuket City, and the beach where it costs $4 an hour per chair! yay! also, it turns out the beaches were clothing optional which, for about 10% of the time, was kind of awesome? You see, for every one beautiful, long haired, Italian, Brazilian, or French woman walking around in her birthday suit, there were about 1000 fat, sweaty, sunburnt, peeling Italian, Brazilian, or French guy, in a thong with buttocks resembling two hippos fighting over the same yard of cloth. yeah.

Booyeah

as promised, here is the end to the griping, and the beginning of the bug eating!!

yeah so last time i posted pix, the format came out all wonky so starting from the beach pic down, We have bamboo worm fried rice (video to follow) then me at the Thai Farm Cooking School (an organic farm in Chiang Mai that offers cooking classes) cooking silk worm Pad Thai (yummmm)

Also i have posted a video of me at a market purchasing the insects in question (crickets, grasshoppers, locusts, silk worms, at the bottom).

By far the grasshoppers were the best. They were light and crispy, not unlike pork rinds. The Locusts tasted a bit woody, like baby portobello/shitake mushrooms. The crickets tasted like nothing at all, and the silkworms were soft and chewy, but not nasty. Eating the silkworms was like eating those little peeps

(marshmallow ducks) after theyve been in the microwave for 30 seconds, but they tasted like soy sauce and peanuts.

Well, thats all for now, next post i eat monitor lizard stew, bird's nest drink, and Phuket Lobster!! Wooooooooooooo!!!

So...guess who almost fell off the bridge over the river kwai....

Hello again after a freaking whirlwind tour of Northern Thailand (Amazing!!). Besides holding a 400 lb tiger on my lap, I was fortunate enough to carry Sebastian across the famed bridge over the river Kwai, and while fighting through the morbidly obese American tourists (it's not like i was carrying a baby or anything) on a 2 ft wide metal walkway running down the center of the train tracks on the bridge, I was forced to trawl along the broken wooden planks that lined the outside of the tracks, only to eventually step THROUGH THE FREAKING BRIDGE and open my shin while tossing Sebastian up to avoid both of our downfalls into the river. The Thai call your average loud-mouthed tourists Farong. All the farongs standing around me did just that; stood. All the flip-flop clad Thai workers (performing repairs on the bridge) dropped their tools and ran to save Sebastian. Farongs not make good friends.


All was well however as we made our way to Erawan National Park and swam with the same fish they use in salons to eat the dead skin from your body.



Me and our lovely driver Lehk.







Hmmm, $200 for similar fish to eat my feet at home, or swim in large natural lake filled with dozens of these fish, eating your body for free? (Sebastian nearly exploded when Sage slid down a natural water slide into the pond, lol).


After an overnight stay in the Thai equivalent of Camp Crystal Lake (Kitti Raft floating hotel, more to come on this place), we returned to Bangkok to prepare for our overnight train to Chiang Mai, 12 hrs away. We arrived and scheduled tours and made preparations got massages and toured the Night Bazaar (Durian milkshake anyone?) .

The following day i went to Laos. Yeah. 4 hrs in a small van at 90mph through the thick and thriving jungle to get to the Golden Triangle. Famed for opium traffic over the centuries, this area unites Burma, Laos, and Thailand in a cavalcade of casinos, new construction and cobra whiskey. Burma is like a giant fortress, we were shouted at for even looking too hard at the casino "resort" on the other shore. In terms of Laos, let me put it like this: Thailand = extremely happy/friendly people, illegalized gambling, and a constant party-like atmosphere; Laos = if someone hit the mute button on Thailand. It was painfully quiet, there were no animals anywhere, and the people looked like zombies.

One woman in particular stood out. She was about 30, 5'7", 100 lbs, medium length black hair, and pale skin. She moved quickly and quietly through the largest Laotian shop (dirt floor, bamboo poles, and opium pipes) and caught me by surprise. She gave me a sample of Black Lion Whiskey (Johnny Walker Black knock off) , snake whiskey, scorpion whiskey (of course i bought ALOT) and last but far from least, tiger penis whiskey.

What struck me about her was the apparent dehumanization that occurred to her at some point. I spoke Thai/Lao to her, and she only responded with what can best be described as the oo in look. "oo oo" she would say and point, and then try to slip different whiskeys into my basket. She disappeared as quickly as she arrived and I never saw her again. But her eyes, empty and vacuous, will stay with me for a very long time.

Anyways, back to happy Thailand!! Sorry no pics for this post, trust me i have plenty, but my plane for Phuket leaves in a few hours so i will write you from there!
The Whiskeys(above) Giant Grasshopper(below)
Next time: I did it!! I found fried grasshoppers, locusts, crickets, silkworms, and bamboo worms! I have footage of me eating these bugs and cooking with them stay tuned!!!!!!!!!!

So a hot dog, some eyeballs, and a duck walk into a bar....

Today was spent driving all over Bangkok in search of foods and festivities. What turned up was a floating market attached to a Wat (temple) and cuisine that focuses more on what I intend to share with you all. For starters, I had a hot "hot dog" made of miscellaneous seafood, topped with cucumber, tomatoes and mystery, red, sweet, ketchup like sauce, complete with squid and chili Lays, mmmmm.

After a sumptuous walk through the market, I came across a cheap and delicious treat, grilled duck tongue and trachea, served on the half-bill.

(video below)

After that it was onto the floating restaurant, where I was served entire deep-fried fish, the eyes being the main course.

Upon leaving, one of those traveling with me (Eric) asked for his 7up to go; they obliged by pouring it into a bag full of ice, smiled, and gave him a straw.

Tomorrow we leave for Kanchanaburi (there is no standardized thai romanization by the way) and we will hike to here, and get to pet real life tigers here!!

-P

A few thousand words

As promised, here are a few pix...



So yeah. they have these everywhere. But why so special? $15 1 Litre bottles of Johnny Walker and $3.50 sim cards w/ 100 minutes on them? yeeeeeeeeeeeah boy!


The arm rest breaking occurred during the flight, yeah i didn't say anything.

Bangkok Dangerous (I know, I know)

Larb!!!

We made it! Literally 24 hours of non stop flights and layovers, but we're here. So far, i've had Pork Larb that removed a layer of taste buds (spicy doesn't even come close) in addition to crab curry that'll shame anything coming out of California. I'm currently fighting with Steve Jobs "gift" to the world so i can share the photos of Potato Spicky (Nam Prik Noom flavour) and of the 2 hour Thai Massage that changed my life!!!!!

I know, i know, whimpy first round food selection right? Well, it's only just beginning, i can promise that. Today's schedule: Floating Mkt, Khaoson Road (insects galore) and muuuuuuuch more!!!

P

I love hotdogs but...

So while working extremely hard, I came across something that at first sounded great, but as I developed heartburn WHILE reading the article, I seemed to have changed my mind....here

Ultra Bizarre Food Consuming!!

Here we are, 6 days from embarking. My first stop (I hope, depending on layover time) is in Taipei! Andrew Zimmern was defeated at Dai's House of Unique Stink in downtown Taipei (read about it here and here), which specializes in fermented tofu, and is apparently the only place on the island that serves this stuff both raw and deep fried (yay!). There's a few other things to eat here and I will do my utmost to brush up on my Taiwanese Mandarin so that I can find these delicacies with ease..... More to come......

Hip Hop Hooray

Hip Hop Hooray
It was a Tuesday morning in the Information Technology 105 class on the third floor at Heald College San Francisco. An older student was doing his best to ignore the loud, obscene disruption occurring next to him, the result of two younger students ignoring the lesson at hand. Finally, he gave in and spoke up against their sanctimonious display, and was quickly bullied and threatened with violence in front of the entire class. Both aggressors exemplified and embodied every aspect of the hip-hop culture: Ebonics spewing out of their mouths, expensive and baggy clothing draped and sagging from their bodies complete with headphones around their neck blaring expletive laden song lyrics. The dynamic duo mentioned here certainly aren’t the only members of this ilk, nor are they unique specimens of any particular breed. In fact, they could even be labeled as poster children for the hip-hop culture. Indeed, many people have encountered similar “thugs” and “thuggish” activity, the putting-down others and degrading society, seemingly as they wish. This has caused a general fear of most of these types of people, in addition to staining the mind of the American consciousness with the thought that this is somehow “cute” or a passing trend. To this effect, the hip-hop culture is the most detrimental to the American consciousness, because of its poor moral code and mental attitude that produces underperforming citizens.
You might be wondering what exactly does a poster-child for hip-hop look like. Well, in turn I might ask, what’s the first thing that comes to mind when you think of the word thug, or gangsta? How about top-selling rap artist in the country? As for me, I think of a black man, about 22 years old, wearing $200 Nike shoes, pants that are held by a belt just under his buttocks, a 5X, plain t-shirt, platinum chain, and a crooked baseball hat with the tags still on. This cookie-cutter mold can sadly be seen on just about every street corner. Why? Because it’s part of the culture. When you are a part of a culture, you adopt the food, music, speech, and dress that are unique to that culture. People who are a part of the country music-based culture are generally perceived as wearing tighter fitting jeans, button up shirts, and cowboy hats, whereas punks and Goths are assumed to always be wearing black, tattered clothing and are typically paler in appearance than most. Stereotypes and generalizations like these don’t simply fall out of the sky; rather, they are brought about by how the majority of any particular culture represents it. Your culture, be it domestic or adopted, is indicative of who you are as a person. Each culture also contains more than just clothes and food, but also a mindset, a way of thinking, and a set of values.
In the world of hip-hip and rap, the default emotion/mindset appears to be anger; anger at a world that represses and stymies the advancement of the minority race through society, forcing them to turn to selling drugs and dropping out of school just to make ends meet. For example, rapper Tupac Shakur laments how the average thug’s mentality reflects this attitude:

[they] Try to show [you] another way but you stayin' in the dope game

Now tell me what's a mother to do

bein' real don't appeal to the brother in you

You gotta operate the easy way"I made a G today" But you made it in a sleazy way

sellin' crack to the kid. "I gotta get paid,"Well hey, well that's the way it is

This in-song comparison tragically proves true for most males in the urban and hip-hop based culture. They have come to feel that The Man and society don’t want them to succeed so they resort to these malicious activities, and then sing about it in their music. But, is this form of release or venting actually uplifting them over the struggle, or is it perpetuating a thug-like mentality that tells the world you’re not going to take it anymore? Is rebellion always the answer? Let’s take a look back into the first half of the twentieth century and find out.
Rosa Parks was a rebel. She woke up that morning, sat down on that bus seat, and said “No more”. With that as the catalyst, the civil rights movement began, and after some of the most difficult struggle seen in the U.S., blacks were given the same freedoms as whites and allowed to live as human beings. Now ask yourself, what dominated black airwaves in the 60’s and 70’s? During this time of social upheaval, were Dr. King and Huey Newton and Angie Davis listening to songs of women holding a “motor booty contest” (Too $hort)? Did they turn on the radio and embrace the struggle of life that blacks, 40 years after the civil rights movement, portray as “the way it is”? The answer simply, is no. Throughout history, when times were excruciatingly hard, people have listened to positive, up building music to keep their minds off of their current situation, not to embrace it as an excuse to ease their conscience of their misdeeds.
Still, some people argue that rappers like 50 Cent and Twista and Too $hort are just simply bringing to light the state of mind and life that exists within the ghetto. But were conditions this bad during the civil rights movement? Dr. King and his followers only got sprayed with fire hoses, attacked by dogs and lynch mobs right? That’s not “real” though. That won’t give you “street cred.” The Man wasn’t trying to hold them down and keep them in their place right? And yet somehow, they were able to rise higher than any other before them without a ghetto anthem singing about the death of police as true liberation.
This ‘hood mentality arguably became embraceable, as a method for accepting violence, through raps that stemmed from life in the Bronx in the 80’s, as rapped by Grand Master Flash in the song The Message:

You Grow in the Ghetto, living second rate
And your eyes will sing a song of deep hate
The places you play and where you stay
Looks like one great big alley way
You’ll admire all the numberbook takers,
Thugs, pimps, and pushers, and the big money makers
Don’t Push me cuz I’m close to the edge,

As Dr. John H. McWhorter puts it: “The ultimate message of ‘The Message’ – that ghetto life is so hopeless that an explosion of violence is both justified and imminent –would become a hip-hop mantra in the years ahead” (McWhorter 2).
Adapting this way of thinking and set of values, that of violence and thuggery as an inevitable response to society’s pressure, has not advanced any particular group of minorities nor has it made any of the ills affecting these groups lessen to any extent. Again Dr. John McWhorter: “By reinforcing the stereotypes that long hindered blacks [or any other minority group], and by teaching young blacks [or minorities] that a thuggish, adversarial stance is the properly ‘authentic’ response to a presumptively racist society, rap retards black [or minority] success” (1).
The people that emerge from this primordial ghetto ooze carry and maintain the aforementioned thug mindset more often than not. Through my own life experience I have seen people grow completely engrained in the hip-hop culture and upon maturity, realize that being a”pimp” or a “gangsta” really has no place in the real world; the world that moves on despite you being alive or dead and that doesn’t care how many “homies” you’ve “smoked” or “slept” or how many “ho’s” you’ve torn through like tissue paper. I’ve seen them completely able to rise up and shed the shell of thuggery and move on to becoming an actual person functioning in the actual world outside of their city limits. Therefore from this you can say that it is possible to escape your situation if you make a solid and earnest effort, which involves physical action, ultimately resulting in your becoming a better person.
All of this comes with the caveat that not all hip-hop is bad. This is true; so true that, rappers like Kanye West, Common, Talib Kweli, Lupe Fiasco, and Fort Minor have been able light up the charts and airwaves with raps about living the good life, being there for your “baby mama” and leaving the ghetto behind for a better life without losing your identity. This form of “conscious” rap has certainly breathed new life into the genre and looks able to actually hold on for the ride of fame and success. Besides, songs about nothing but killing police and anonymous sex with strangers would get very old very fast, so history dictates there must be variety. Indeed the ‘all rap isn’t bad’ crowd certainly has a louder voice, but as money tends to be the proverbial carrot in front of America’s face, what sells is what stays and what stays is what permeates.
In addition to not all rap being bad, not all people who listen to rap/hip-hop are bad. Even Dr. McWhorter enjoys “conscious” hip-hop. I even enjoy London Grime and Japanese trip-hop from time to time. Roundabout and again however, what sells is what stays and what stays is what permeates. What has permeated into the American consciousness is the ghetto thug, so much so that even in the suburbs where life is picturesque, you’ll find non-minority Caucasians adopting the hip-hop culture, posing as if Tupac Shakur’s lamenting voice is representative of their own condition. Frequent friendly police patrols, clean and encouraging school environments, and no drug dealers on every other corner is not what Tupac or any other “poet” spoke of in their songs. As rapper David Banner put it however, “I wish America would just be honest. America is sick. … America loves violence and sex” (AP 2). And the numbers show it. I give you Grand Theft Auto 4, a game in which a struggling immigrant comes to America to make it big through taking over an organized crime syndicate at any means possible. Full of blood and sex this game took in $500 million (GTA 1) in its first week. Most motion pictures would be lucky to make that over 20 years.
This is only one of the reasons why the ghetto thug appeals to those living not only in the cities but also in the suburbs. The ghetto thug represents rebellion, independence, and something that is to be feared; all tools which can empower the lowly and weak to aspire to greatness. Think of the character Michael Bolton from the movie Office Space. He was a tool; used and abused by his coworkers and superiors, but felt empowered and unstoppable in his commute everyday with the windows up and particularly violent rap music pumping from his Toyota Corolla speakers. Along the same lines, it’s incredibly easy to replace Jay Z pouring champagne over gyrating nude women with yourself as you strive to “come up big”, making easy money “slangin’ rocks” to your neighbor who happens to have the same goal.
The “me first” attitude that the culture exudes is a by-product of the music it so proudly embraces. Rappers gloating about their abilities from the dance floor to bedroom, has been a part of the music from the very beginning. In 1979 the Sugar Hill Gang brought this music and culture to the fore with Rapper’s Delight.

check it out, i'm the c-a-s-an-the-o-v-a and the rest is f-l-y ya see i go by the

code of the doctor of the mix and these reasons i'll tell ya why ya see i'm six foot one and i'm tons of fun and i dress to a t ya see i got more clothes than muhammad ali and i dress so viciously i got bodyguards, i got two big cars that definitely aint the wack i got a lincoln continental and a sunroof cadillac so after school, i take a dip in the pool

Here we see the initial verse full of self promotion. This began the trend, but even today is still considered harmless in its diction. There’s no talk of stealing your wife or girlfriend for a one-time-use and disposal. The talk of how dead you will be for crossing him isn’t present, but through this we can see that from the very beginning hip-hop has included shameless self promotion, only now it has turned into threats, gloating, and proclamations all with the intent to keep the listener in awe of the “artist.”
Fear mongering, misogyny, senseless or vengeance based murder, self-glorification and seeing operating outside of the law as an inevitability are not part of anything that is revolutionary, up building or a vocalized cry for help. All brands of music and entertainment spawn clones and drones that mimic every aspect of a life that is not theirs, or a life that may be theirs, but by choice. But anything that creates people who feel challenged to fisticuffs when confronted with a common, meager concern is poisonous; cancerous even. Eventually, the creature or consciousness containing the poison will die if not treated properly. Noted rapper David Banner said America is sick, what can we do to treat it?
Ultimately, we must wait. Hip-hop turns 31 this year, giving it the title of longest reigning musical trend in America’s short 200 year history. Every attempt to kill it and move on has been stopped by lack of a replacement. Doo wop killed swing, disco dethroned doo wop, and hair metal joined with new wave to kill disco. Without a replacement, hip-hop, and its resultant culture, remains unchallenged and un-phased even as its pushers run out of things to rap about. Really, how many songs about a girl shaking her behind can sell two or three million records?

Traditionally, when one group or movement produces typically self destructive people with overall loose morals, it leads to disaster. Ancient Rome collapsed as a result of a split in the empire, but, it began with the failure of the family system. So goes every other world power no matter how strong. When the basic moral code, and the innate conscience get lost in the current lifestyle, humans and society as a whole, crumble. We must keep in mind that it all boils down to whether or not you or anyone else is going to allow any particular movement to have a positive or negative influence on who you are as a person. After all, it is only music, right?

Works Cited

Associated Press. MSNBC Online Retrieved March 18, 2009 from <http://www.msnbc.com/id/17386527/page/2/>
Grand Master Flash. “The Message” The Message Sugar Hill, 1982
“Grand Theft Auto 4.” Wikipedia. Retrieved March 24, 2009 <http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Grand_Theft_Auto_4>
McWhorter, John H. (2003) Hoe Hip-Hop Holds Blacks Back. City Journal Retrieved March 18, 2009 from <http://www.city-journal.org/13_3_how_hip_hop.html
Sugar Hill Gang. “Rapper’s Delight” (Single) Sugar Hill Records 1979
Too $hort. “Shake That Monkey” Married to the Game Jive Records 2003
Tupac Shakur. “Changes” Greatest Hits Interscope/Amaru/Deathrow 1998