Friday brocks dub The Eminem movie

Friday brocks dub

The Eminem movie. Threw on the battle scene, right at the end, where Eminem lyrically emulsifies his opponent and the whole crowd, along with me and Mike watching and cheering from other side of the screen, go completely bonkers. fck yall if you doubt me, Eminem says to the crowd with palatably austere passion and unapologetic grit. Theres a lot to be said against the whole gangster thing. Gang banging and pimping hoes for instance. But theres something overwhelmingly inspiring about it too. An attitude and maybe delusional self-confidence, magnetic, that can get even the most rigid posh toff proper gentlemans soul ignited, and maybe even get him to lean from side to side in time to the beat. Our souls ignited and our swagger imbibed with a little pep in our step, our jeans worn a little lower and looser than normal, we missioned into the night. Our destination was a low-key private jazz party in downtown Cape Town. It was strangely similar to the rap battle wed watched earlier in the night. A raw electric feel passion and love for the moment oozing through stuttering drums, blue-faced trumpet melodies and smooth beebawoobhop non-lyrics instead of ghetto beats and rhyming raps. The air was thick with uninhibited melodies, hushed conversation to the beat of unscripted jazz, and all kinds of smoke from the lips of all friday brocks dub of people. Hipsters were strewn across the small, dimly lit, warm room, all facing the wildly expressive jazz band. We jammed for a little while, socialising and sharing the glory of the vibe with everyone around us. then the MC, who had been ad-libbing splendidly nonsensical jazz mumbles to the sexy dark melody, announced an opportunity for anyone in the musically inclined hipster art-scene crowd would like to come up and play an instrument or sing. Mike jumps up and barrels through to the front of the stage. Mikes an actor and aspiring singer by the way. The jazzos start jamming, unpredictable drumming and lava-smooth, smouldering trumpet grooves fill the air while mike stands in front of a hundred-odd cool-kids, microphone in hand, getting ready to unleash. He starts vibing and doing the jazz wordless mumble, and then starts singing. Mike ignore, keep singing, shamelessly. To my right, I see a short-haired emo model girl with her long-haired emo boyfriend giggling and ripping mike off. On the other side a big badass chuckles to his friend, joking about mikes singing. All over the place, people are ripping Mike off and laughing at him. But he keeps going. And owns it. Completely sure of himself. In his own reality. The fck yall if you doubt me attitude. And the criticisms start to fade. Soon everyone is cheering him on. The little Jewish white dude Mike that nobody knows is completely unleashing on stage. And they start to respect. Cheering. People walk up and give him hi-fives, offering drinks and respect. well, all those things that youre worried to not do, those friday brocks dub that arent your cuppa tea is it not your cuppa tea because you tried it and everybody started hating on you, telling you that you suck? Because they will hate, and they will tell you that you suck. But if you keep going and stay true to yourself, theyll stop hating. Theyre hating because theyre trying to see if youll crack.