Showing posts with label Ludacris. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Ludacris. Show all posts

Friday, January 14, 2022

Ludacris – "How Low" (2009)


How low can you go?

How low can you go?



I’m sure you’ve heard the old joke about the man who was seen hitting his head over and over with a hammer:


When a passerby asked him why he was doing it, he said, “Because it feels so good when I stop.”


I’m that man – except I haven’t stopped hitting myself yet.


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A few weeks ago, I wrote about playing trivia by myself at a neighborhood pizza joint.  (It was the Thursday before Christmas and the number of new covid cases in our area was climbing, so the brewery where I and some neighbors usually play on Thursdays decided to cancel trivia that night.)


It’s almost impossible to win at trivia playing solo unless your opponents are dunces, or drunk, or both.  Finishing in the middle of the pack is about the best you can hope for.


That night I got off to a horrible start, missing five of the first seven questions.  I could barely look the host in the eye when I took my answers up – I was so embarrassed.  I would have sneaked out the side door and gone home with my tail between my legs if there had been a side door.


I eventually righted the ship, and answered the next 13 questions correctly.  That enabled me to finish with a respectable score, although well behind the first-place team – which had five or six players.


“That was a b-i-g mistake,” I said to myself as I was walking out of the restaurant.  “A mistake I certainly won’t be making again!”


Famous last words . . .


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Two weeks later, all of my Thursday night teammates opted out of playing at our regular venue, so I went back to the pizza place for another one-man effort.


It isn’t far away from my house, and the pizza there is quite good – plus they discount the prices of the local craft beers significantly during trivia.  (I do love me a bargain!)


But the real reason I went back is that relatively few teams show up for trivia there – in fact, I was one of only four teams competing that night – which meant I had a better chance of finishing at or near the top of the standings.


I should know better than to think I can win even under such relatively favorable circumstances . . . but it seems that I still haven’t learned my lesson.


When an acquaintance of his whose first marriage had been miserable decided to marry for a second time, the English writer Samuel Johnson said the friend’s decision represented “the triumph of hope over experience.”  That epigram applies equally to me for playing trivia solo for a second time.


The philosopher George Santayana’s famous line – “Those who do not remember the past are condemned to repeat it” – was also applicable to me.  


Except my second experience playing as a one-man team wasn’t a repeat of my first experience – it was even worse.


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I did pretty well in the first two rounds that night.  Naturally, my score wasn’t as high as it usually is when I’m playing with my bartender pals – but it wasn’t bad.


The wheels started to come off the bus during the picture round, which asked players to look at still photos from ten 2021 movies, and name those movies.  (I haven’t been in a movie theatre in two years – and even if I had, it wouldn’t have been to see Spider-Man: No Way Home, or Fast and Furious 9, or Cruella.)  


It helped my score that I was able to successfully name eight of the ten largest countries in the world by population.  (I doubt that any of my opponents did better.)


The first question of the third round was a real softball for me: “Name the longest-serving Chief Justice of the Supreme Court.”  It came with a bonus question – “Name his successor, who was the second-longest-serving Chief Justice ever” – that I knocked out of the park as well.  


At that point, I was in second place, and within shouting distance of the six-member first-place team.


I did miss the next question, but I had bet the minimum amount on it – which prevented any real damage to my score – and then followed up with another high-wager winner and bonus combination.


As for what happened after that, the less said the better.


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I missed the next six questions in a row.  (Horribile dictu!)


Several of those questions were relatively easy.  For example, do you know what color always comes first in rainbows?  I didn’t.  (It’s red.)


I couldn’t name even two of the last three American males to win grand-slam tennis tournaments.  (I correctly identified Andre Agassi, but missed the other two.  I might be forgiven for not thinking of Andy Roddick, who won one and only one grand-slam title.  But how I overlooked Pete Sampras – who won a record fourteen grand-slam events, and was the #1-ranked player in the world for almost six years – is beyond me.)


A sudarshana chakra

The next question concerned something called a sudarshana chakra, which is a discus-like weapon with 108 serrated edges.  It’s associated with one of the major gods of a particular religion, and we were asked to identify what that religion was.  I figured it had to be Hinduism or Buddhism, given its name and the fact that the religion in question seemed to have more than one god (which eliminated Judaism, Christianity, and Islam).  I mentally flipped a coin and guessed Buddhism, but the correct answer was Hinduism.


Quel désastre!  I had scored 31 of a possible 36 points in the first round, 30 out of 36 in the second round, and 25 out of 36 in the third round – but I only tallied seven of the possible 36 points in the fourth and final round.  


That’s bad enough.  But things were about the get worse.


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The last question is the only one where your wager is subtracted from your score if you don’t know the correct answer.  (If you miss any other question, you simply get zero points added to your total.)


After the fourth round, I was in 4th and last place – ten points out of 3rd and so far out of 1st there was no point in even thinking about it.


You can bet up to 12 points on the final question, and there was no reason for me not to go for broke – when you’re 4th out of four teams, you really can’t go any lower. 


The category for the final question was “Fictional characters,” which gave me reason to be optimistic – I was an English major, after all, and I’ve always read a lot.


Here’s the final question:


When this character is first introduced in a 20th-century novel, she is only sixteen years old.  However, by the time the novel is finished, she has been married three times, had three children, lost one of those children to a horse-riding accident, and runs a successful sawmill.  Who was that character?


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The six-player team that finished first that night knew the answer.  They wagered 12 points and ended up with the very highest score of the 102 teams who played at a Pourhouse Trivia venue that night.


I obviously never had a chance of beating them single-handedly.  But I certainly had a chance to finish in 2nd or 3rd place.


However, by whiffing on the final question, I finished with a final score that was actually lower than my score after the third round.  In other words, I would have done better if I had gone home after the third round, and just punted on the last seven questions.


It doesn’t get any worse than that.  


Surely the shameful memory of my performance that night will cure me of any desire to ever play trivia by myself again.


On the other hand, it doesn’t get any worse than that – so I have no place to go but up!  Right?


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In case you’re wondering, the two longest-serving Chief Justices of the Supreme Court?  John Marshall and Roger Taney, of course.


The ten largest countries in the world by population?  China, India, the United States, Indonesia, Pakistan, Brazil, Nigeria, Bangladesh, Russia, and Mexico.


Finally, the answer to the final question is none other than Scarlett O’Hara of Gone With the Wind fame.  I’ve read the book and seen the movie – it was a l-o-n-g time ago, to be sure – and all I remember for sure about her is that after the South’s defeat in the Civil War resulted in her financial ruin, she made a fancy dress out of her family mansion’s curtains in hopes of impressing the man she wanted to marry:  


None of that stuff about husbands and children and a sawmill stuck with me, and my final score suffered accordingly.


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Ludacris’s “How Low” was a big hit for the Atlanta rapper (who is a distant cousin of the late comedian Richard Pryor) in 2009-2010.


The track samples Public Enemy’s “Bring the Noise” – that’s where the “How low can you go?” line quoted above comes from.


Click here to watch the official music video for “How Low.”


Click on the link below to buy the song from Amazon:


Tuesday, September 3, 2013

Ludacris -- "Move B*tch" (2001)


Move, b*tch!  Get out the way!
Get out the way, b*tch, get out the way!

Ludacris and I don't have a lot in common, but you'd be hard pressed to tell us apart if you rode in a car with us blindfolded.  (Actually, Ludacris exudes a certain herbal aroma, so let's pretend you're noseblinded as well.)


These lines from "Move B*tch," which was Ludacris's first top ten single, could have been written to describe the way my friends and I drove when we were young and stupid and in a hurry to get back from Galena, Kansas after drinking 35-cent quarts of 3.2% beer all evening:

I'm doin' a hundred on the highway
So if you do the speed limit
Get the f*ck outta my way!
I'm D-U-I, hardly ever caught sober
And you about to get ran the f*ck over!

The way I ride my bike on paved bike trails is more than a little reminiscent of the way I negotiated Route 66 back in the day.  Unlike my Galena evenings, when I'm on a bike I wait to start pounding down the beers until my journey is over.

But now that I'm a grumpy old man, I don't need alcohol to fuel my road rage.  All it takes is some clueless mom pushing a double-wide stroller right down the middle of the trail while yakking on her cell phone.  Move b*tch!  Get out the way!

A few weeks ago, I took a ride on the Washington & Old Dominion rail-trail while on the way to Dulles airport to pick up my 18-year-old son, who was returning home from a bachelor party in Chicago.

The bachelor party was for my 29-year-old son, and included six other guys his age and my youngest -- who is his older sibling's best man. 

The fellas had a great time.  They hit the Billy Goat Tavern, the dive that was the model for the John Belushi "Olympic Diner" skit on Saturday Night Live -- "Cheezborger, cheezborger, cheezborger.  No Coke, Pepsi."



They saw a Second City improv show.  (Second City alumni include John Belushi, John Candy, Dan Aykroyd, Bill Murray, Martin Short, Dave Thomas, Harold Ramis, Catherine O'Hara, James Belushi, George Wendt, Mike Myers, Chris Farley, Steven Colbert, Tina Fey, and Steve Carrell.)

"Second City" alumni
They went to Gibson's, a classic Chicago steakhouse where you might encounter a sleazy local politician or one of da Bears as you dig into a nice rare steak that's about three inches thick:

  
And they went to a Cubs game.  (The Cubs lost, of course.)


I'm not sure what the older guys did after sending my 18-year-old back to the hotel at night.  (Actually, that's not true -- I have a pretty good idea.)

Anyway . . . back to the bike ride.

The W&OD runs all the way from Arlington, VA, to Purcellville, VA -- almost 45 miles.  Like most rail-trails, it's somewhat lacking in curves and hills:  


I hit the trail at mile 20, near the old Herndon, VA, train station:


That old train station is now a museum.  There's an obsolete semaphore signal mounted on its roof.  I think it's displaying the signal to proceed:


There's a nice old W&OD caboose just off the trail near the mile 20 marker:


Shortly thereafter, I saw this sign:


Obviously, that sign makes no sense.  How can you pass someone if you slow down?  You have to speed up to pass!

I have no objection to this sign:


To comply with that sign requires only a brief blast of the Ludacris lyrics quoted above.

But I was distressed by this sign:


As I read it, this sign says that bikers and pedestrians yield the right of way to horseback riders, and bikers yield to pedestrians.  So who the hell yields the right of way to bikers?

Actually, EVERYONE does, if you ask me.  Move, b*tch!  Get out the way!

I turned around at mile 27 (and I can prove it):


I had hoped to combine my ride with a visit to my favorite Mexican restaurant in the area -- the Tortilla Factory in Herndon.

I probably ate at the Tortilla Factory at least a hundred times over the years, and I always had the same thing -- cheese enchiladas, rice and beans (plus a couple of baskets of chips and a couple of bowls of salsa, of course).


I ate there very rarely in the last decade -- it's simply too far from my home, and I didn't find myself in the neighborhood very often.  But it occupies a very special place in my heart (not to mention my stomach and lower intestine).

The Tortilla Factory was the only restaurant I ever went to where you hoped that it was so busy that you had to wait to be seated.  That's because they would bring out complimentary platters of nachos and bowls of guacamole to pacify the waiting customers.

I earned this Tortilla Factory 10% discount card almost 30 years ago.  Every time I used it, the owner of the restaurant thanked me -- and thanked me loudly and sincerely.  You gotta love a place like that.


The owners used to grow jalapenos in the brightly-colored raised garden beds outside the restaurant:


But, alas, the Tortilla Factory is no more -- it went toes up about a year ago:


Here's "Move B*tch":



Click here to buy the song from Amazon:



Sunday, November 18, 2012

Ludacris -- "Rollout (My Business)" (2001)


Now tell me who's your housekeeper,
And what you keep in yo' house?

"Rollout (My Business)" touches on many of rap's favorite things -- diamond jewelry, Mercedes Benzes with 20-inch rims, weed, hoes, etc., etc.  But the real point of the song is what a royal pain in the tuchus fans can be when you're a big star like Ludacris.


Pop songs are usually monologues, not dialogues.  But "Rollout" takes the form of a Platonic dialogue (hip-hop style) between Ludacris and an imaginary fan -- a sort of "Everyman" who is intrigued by Ludacris's flashy lifestyle and very curious about various details of his life.

The fan wants to know about Ludacris's car:  "Man, that car don't come out until next year, where in the f*ck did you get it? That's eighty thousand bucks gone!"  He wants to know where Ludacris procures his drugs:  "Tell me who's your weed-man, how do you smoke so good?"  Naturally, he has questions about Ludacris's female companion:  "Is that your wife, your girlfriend, or just your main b*tch?"

Some of the fan's questions are a bit barbed: "You's a superstar, boy, why you still up in the 'hood?"  (In other words, if you're such a big deal, why are you still living in yo mama's house?)

The old Ludacris
Other questions demonstrate the fan's gullibility -- he seems to swallow certain exaggerated rumors hook, line, and sinker:  "Now who's that buck-naked cook fixin' three-course meals?  Getting goosebumps when her body tap the six-inch heels!"  

Obviously, Ludacris doesn't really have a statuesque personal chef preparing gourmet meals for him while clothed in nothing but a pair of very high-heeled shoes.  Gotta be a crazy tabloid-inspired rumor . . . right?

The new Ludacris
By the way, one woman who reviewed "Rollout" on Amazon -- she identified herself as "Ladybug" --  admitted that she particularly enjoyed those lines:

I specifically like the part where he says "Whose [sic] that bucket [sic] naked cook fixing three course meals? Getting goosebumps when her body taps those six inch heels."  For some reason I always picture myself frying chicken in nothing but high heel shoes.  Oh well.

(Ladybug, if you are reading this, please contact me immediately at www.2or3lines@gmail.com -- I'd like to discuss your comments on "Rollout" in more detail.  And I'll buy the chicken.)

The fan's nosiness eventually oversteps the bounds of propriety.  First, he asks  "What in the world is in that bag, what you got in that bag?"  When Ludacris fails to tell him, he keeps pushing it:  "What in the world is in that case, what you got in that case?"

"What you got in that $850
MCM backpack, Ludacris?"
Ludacris finally loses it and let's him have it:

Get out of my business, my biznass,
Stay the f*ck up out my biznass!

Well said, Mr. L.


"Rollout (My Business)" was the first single from Ludacris's 2001 album, Word of Mouf.  It was nominated for the Grammy for "Best Male Solo Rap Performance," but lost out to a song that will be featured on 2 or 3 lines in the very near future.

Be sure to watch the video of "Rollout (My Business)" -- Ludacris is a very funny man:



Click here to buy the song from Amazon:

Sunday, August 26, 2012

Ludacris -- "What's Your Fantasy?" (2000)


In the sun or up in the shade
On the top of my Escalade
Maybe your girl and my friend can trade

Nearly all of the rappers we've discussed in previous "Hip Hop 101" lectures have hailed from either New York City or Los Angeles.  (Detroit's Eminem is a significant exception to that rule.) 

But in the late 1980s, rappers from the American South began to challenge the domination of East Coast and West Coast artists.  Houston, Miami, New Orleans, and especially Atlanta have produced some great hip-hop music -- in fact, the New York Times proclaimed Atlanta to be "hip-hop's center of gravity" in 2009.

Ludacris
Ludacris (who was born Christopher Brian Bridges) wasn't the first great Atlanta rapper, but he is one of the most distinctive and successful "Dirty South" rappers.  Ludacris can carry the ball as a lead artist, and is probably second only to Nicki Minaj in his ability to absolutely steal a single when he is a featured singer on a track where another performer takes the lead.

Here's a good example.  Enrique Iglesias does a very good job as the lead artist on "Tonight (I'm Lovin' You)," which was a top-five hit in 2010.  But listen at 2:30 when Ludacris jumps in for his verse -- he grabs the song in a chokehold:


Ludacris's first studio album -- Back for the First Time -- was released in 2000, when Ludacris was 22.  "What's Your Fantasy" was the first single released from that album.

The song is essentially a laundry list of sexual fantasy scenarios.  Ludacris suggests doing it on the 50-yard-line of the Georgia Dome, in the DJ's booth at a club, on a black-sand beach, in a public restroom, in a public library ("But you can't be too loud!"), in the back row at the movie, in the White House, on top of his Escalade, or -- he likes this one the best, I think -- on stage at the Ludacris concert.


I dare you to try to sing along with the chorus.  Ludacris puts the pedal to the metal in terms of tempo, and repeats certain words and syllables in a stuttery rhythm that is absolutely unpredictable and almost inimitable.  Even with the help of printed lyrics, it's tough to duplicate his astonishing vocal agility:

I wanna li-li-li-lick you 
From your head to your toes
And I wanna move from the bed 
Down to the, down to the, to the floor
Then I wanna (ahh! ahh!) 
You make it so good I don't wanna leave
But I gotta kn-kn-kn-know, 
What-what's your fan-ta-ta-sy?

As usual, Ludacris sounds like he is having the time of his life on this track.  The guy clearly loves his work, and his enjoyment is infectious.  His lyrics are as dirty as anyone's, but he never sounds creepy or threatening.

Here's "What's Your Fantasy":


Here's a remix of the song featuring three female rappers -- Trina, Shawnna, and Foxy Brown -- on the verses in place of Ludacris.  The lyrics of the remix are much dirtier than the lyrics of the original version, and the fact that the performers are women makes the lyrics seem even filthier.  (Watch out for the last verse in particular -- Foxy Brown needs her mouth washed out with soap!)


Click here to buy "What's Your Fantasy" from Amazon: