DC to BC, v3.0

see my man on the left? that’s michael jackson. originator of the shiny suit, if you ask me. he had people passing out in concerts. when somebody does that again, then they can compare to him. the woman on the right was kinda crucial, too.

i just wish MJ had better accountants, so his money would be right. photo jacked from lateboots.

“life ain’t so bad at all if you live it off the wall”

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i kid you not. the entire joint is in DCtoBC’s patented HD (hella dope) quality. you know you’ve been looking for this for a few years.

includes everything from the live concert scenes to the part where he runs away from the crazy fans and battles the rabbit to the actual movie. a classic. i invite you to relive your childhood here for the next 88 minutes. spread the word, please.

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come on! where’s your halloween spirit!? i’m rocking an all hallow’s eve theme from now til october 31st. i need everybody to get active with it! e-mail us at info@DCtoBC.com with crucial halloween-related gems to post. thanks.

i’m starting it off with a BANG. what better way to bring halloween to everybody than thriller!? the extended version, too. and by the way guys, this is 1982. four years before i popped out. he’s rocking skinny jeans and a crucial varsity jacket. he started fads like that! just my two cents. and he can act. enjoy.

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the jackson 5. they’re like the temptations of my generation. except they were a little before my generation. but you know what i mean.

but were they anything major without michael? the answer is simple: not at all. randy, tito, and the rest of those guys are merely the brunt of jokes in all of pop culture. even hova effortlessly poked fun at their lack of relevance in the grand scheme of things on the end of the second verse of “party life.” michael carried these guys like these guys did the olympic torch. forget about his many, many terrible accusations. forget about his botched and failed marriages to an array of women. forget about his mysterious pigment change. forget about that incident that showed him dangling a baby from a balcony and almost dropping it like 300 feet in the air. instead, you should remember him for his pioneering acts, like introducing the moonwalk to the world. or for making the first truly ill music video / movie hybrid (read: thriller). or for being the ultimate superstar artist of all time, hands down.

and he’s just one of the greats. i was sniffing around on youtube when i came across a rack of his throwback joints, and i came to the harsh realization that despite all the advantages that the 21st century has brought upon the world, i would probably give something of serious value up to go back and live my youthful years through the 70’s and 80’s, where superstars were born and bred.

and i definitely don’t mean rock throwback gear like these lames above. i mean really live in that moment. geesh. these vermin roam around NY like they own it. somebody call the exterminator, quickly.

i’m sorry for that disgusting and unfortunate digression. as i was saying, from these e-artifacts and gems that i’ve stumbled upon online, i can conclude that everybody was like 5-7 times flyer back in the day than they were today.

my reasoning? well, a few reasons.

there were only so many superstars. you could count them all on your fingers and toes. don’t let me list them, work your brain a bit. you know who they were. part of their attraction was that they were so far above and beyond you. untouchable. they were called superstars because they did things you could never, ever dream about doing. they were the next thing to a superhero (wzup, hancock?). only thing they couldn’t do is fly, and that is even debatable. stunt on those fools, mike!

that was for anyone who thought kanye delivered the best concert of all time. michael jackson just flew out of his own sold out venue. ain’t nobody topping that.

another huge thing: you couldn’t ever find what they rocked. exhibit A:

if you find that me an outfit with that many buckles, i’ll give you my unborn child. now, i can hit montgomery mall and scoop enough gear to look just like homeboy from MTV, BET, VH1…one of those things.

the other deal breaker to superstardom is that nobody is leaving anything up to the imagination. remember the days when you would look out for any news whatsoever on your favorite artist? barely, because now they come and find you. no such thing as admiring from afar, either. labels are thirsty for press, and are urging these guys to get everything from a myspace to a youtube to a personal blog. granted, i have all of the aforementioned. but i’m also not famous. they’ve killed the surpringly satisfying mystery that came with the superstardom with their omnipresence. all i’m saying is that it’s getting too easy to put the spotlight on yourself, and that’s killing the allure of these so-called “superstars.”

what happened to the performances that made you tingle inside or shed a tear, regardless of if you were in the front row or watching it at grandma’s? they’re there, but they aren’t everywhere.

let me illustrate with an essential clip. just imagine being a part of this 1983 grammys. and don’t skip this clip, either.

i rest my case. co-signage? arguments? let me know.

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wow. watch the entire thing. classic footage of a young, shy, and awkward michael jackson on the dating game. vintage footage from ‘72.

via la foule imbecile .

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tribute to everybody who said that michael jackson’s double-disc album, history, was the first thing they ever purchased. enjoy.

hilarity ensues from about 1:00 to 1:07 in “they don’t really care about us.” also, realize michael jackson is really the only entertainer that can get away with videos longer than 7 minutes. thriller was like 45! and it still was #1 on all the major stations. oh, and if anyone has that earth song joint, please zshare it to me and throw it in the comment section.

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barack obama is the man. a left-handed assassin who dons a #23 jersey in an attempt to mirror the best who ever did it on the court, he has the essentials of cool running through his veins.

do you know how many more african-americans are watching CNN and MSNBC now that a black man who happens to be an eligible candidate (meaning he’s not al sharpton or jesse jackson) is running for president? a whole lot.

what african american besides michael jackson (and possibly lionel richie…he’s an overseas phenomenon, especially in europe) can go to germany and attract 200,000 people? nobody.

and did anybody else catch how mccain and the stupid republican squadron put out an ad comparing our future president to paris hilton and britney spears?

did his campaign team not know that the hilton family, loyal mccain supporters, had donated the maximum of $4600 to his campaign? they better ask for their money back. ASAP.

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remember when michael jackson was great? when he used to have video premieres on network television? when people used to faint at his concerts? i do. and that’s why i’m putting this up.

why is this picture so monumental? well, for one, there are the two best MJ’s in the world, playing one on one. sure, the little guy is about to get rocked by the best basketball player of all time (besides kobe bryant). his defensive stance is subpar at best, and those shoes aren’t even suitable for bowling. i don’t even think he’s looking at the ball. and he’s entirely too excited. he’s done for, just like gary coleman. but does it look like he cares? this is like the mid-90’s. he’s just happy to still be black, guys. after this game, he’s going home to a roller coaster ride with his buddy bubbles.

guys…that’s bubbles. the monkey. we shoulda known something was wrong when his best friend throughout his career was an animal. his first best friend was named ben, the mouse that he found in his house as a kid. his dad eventually killed it, as i found out in “the jacksons: an american dream” (on VH1 back in the day. you know you watched it!). he wrote a song about it, too.

and why didn’t more people praise the originality of his ad-libs? also, peep heavy d and kriss kross in the video below.

fact: my parents are somehow cool with heavy d, and when we had house parties back in the day, he would be the DJ. is that not insane?

i digress. download the joint here, because you know you didn’t have it in your iTunes.

download: michael jackson – jam

BONUS: dj ayres’ michael jackson supa mix (courtesy of the fader)

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