Printer Friendly

URL: http://www.rollingstone.com/news/story/5924453/echo_park_is_not_quite_a_rap_delight

Rollingstone.com

Back to "Echo Park" Is Not Quite a Rap Delight

"Echo Park" Is Not Quite a Rap Delight

Hip-hop musical "Echo Park" misses mark as rap history lesson

Posted Jun 14, 2000 12:00 AM

Advertisement


". . . oh there was this young reporter I did adore/So I rocked the vicious rhymes like I never had before/She said damn, 'Fly guy, I'm in love with you'/That Casanova legend must be true . . ."

("Rapper's Delight," as recorded by Sugarhill Gang, 1979)


On a public basketball court in the Bronx in the late Seventies, local DJ Casanova -- a.k.a. "Grandmaster Caz" -- penned these rhymes in a smooth but familiar neighborhood style that rolled effortlessly in and out of a stitched-together string of musical breaks. With a "hip, hop, hip to the hippyhippy, hiphiphop and ya don't stop," Caz and his five rhyming and spinning associates, the Cold Crush Brothers, used their own words to revamp classic funky jams that had not yet lost their soul to the tame sound of club disco. But while Caz chased local acclaim in the concrete and barbed wire "studios" of public parks, project lots and playgrounds across New York, his virgin words were stolen by his promoter, resurfacing in a song that would garner more attention than Caz ever enjoyed. The song was "Rapper's Delight," by the newly formed Sugarhill Gang, and it became the first rap single to reach No. 1 on the charts.


Twenty-one years later, the legends of the Sugarhill pop stars and the unremunerated Grandmaster Caz enjoy disparate limelights in Harlem. The trademark rainbow letters and baby blue background of the "Rapper's Delight" twelve-inch now adorn the five-disc Sugarhill Records Story box set, selling at the new Harlem HMV for $50. Across 125th St. at the legendary Apollo Theater, Caz and fellow hip-hop forerunner Kurtis Blow (of "The Breaks" fame) deejay and narrate a well-meaning, but lackluster production called Echo Park: The Hip-Hop Musical. Intended as the first theatrical look at the tough times and motivations that gave birth to the rap and hip-hop industry, Echo Park boasts bounce-splitting dive-rolls by New York's b-boy elite but falls flat as a cultural history lesson.


Playwrights Kelly D. Scott and Sean Couch's freshman production attempts to portray the truth about the budding hip-hop scene by focusing on the motivations of unknown DJs and MCs between 1979 and 1981. Their story is built around seventeen-year-old Scott Jenkins' (Bronx MC Derrik "Nine" Keyes) come-uppance as a funk-and-soul-loving DJ in the Harlem projects, where his skills playing "just the parts people really want to hear" off his mother's James Brown records make him a star at neighborhood park parties. As floor-grabbing and gravity-skipping dance numbers bump the story through miles of awkward filler, Scott's mixing skills lead him to battle for king of the hill at the famous Bronx DJ battle spot, "Echo Park." His life mirrors history when his "Cold Crush Brother" buddy "Doc," played by Robert Beaty (a one-time backup rapper for Biz Markie), steals his lyrics and makes it big as an MC.


Yet for some reason, the play refuses to make the comparison to the Sugarhill swindle explicit, even though co-narrator Caz openly refers to Scott's life in light of his own. Scott's family life, the role of the Cold Crush Brothers and the bad-guy promoter, and even the transformed cheeseball musical hit and "sell-out" to mainstream music are all part of the script. While these similarities are recognizable to some audiences, why use details like the names of the good-guys in a story if the "bad-guys" and subject of controversy are fictionalized?


Such apparent copouts would be less glaring if the rest of the story didn't seem so tired. The cliched dramatic sequences involving Scott's alcoholic, would-be singer mom, his pimped-out, DJ Red Alert lookalike father figure (accompanied by hammy Seventies Blaxpoitation soundtrack music every time he slides onstage), and his competitive battle breaking are paced as clumsily as a high school play. The dialogue is even worse. "Your mom be buggin!" Doc tells a deflated Scott after his mom tells him he can't take his turntables out of the apartment; the line is repeated as a running would-be punch line throughout the rest of the play.


Meanwhile, star narrators DJ Caz and Kurtis Blow alternately spin, scratch and speak in between scene changes, sometimes relating to the characters onstage, other times simply rattling off lists of important Old Schoolers with no clear relevance to the dramatic action. Blow ceaselessly delivers over-used, overly dramatized catch phrases like "The DJ is the man, and he gets the party started right, but I am the MC and I've got to rock the mic," without elaborating on their meaning. It is also disappointing that this headliner, whose rap single "Christmas Rappin'" actually made it onto the pop charts even before the Sugarhill Gang emerged, only performs one song ("The Breaks") at the end of the show.


Writing and acting flaws aside, Echo Park does boast some of the best street dancing since Breakin'. The pro ensemble of b-boys and fly girls cut up dance moves, then turn them literally on their heads, spinning out upside down to land in arms-crossed lay-backs with the same self-assuredness and "betcha can't do this"-attitude that DJs employ mixing and matching beats. As the dancers spin impossible upside down rhythmic moves and flip their whole bodies in the air to honor a sound they understood, Echo Park reminds the audience that Old School began as an in-your-face reinventing of what little these pioneers had. Taking grim surroundings, sounds that weren't quite right, even a mainstream America that did not support them, they mixed, patched, and scratched through the rough spots until they could flip everything over and finally come out on top.


Echo Park is intended as the first installment in a projected trilogy on the full history of hip-hop. If it retains its funding, one can only hope that the writers and actors will eventually hit their stride and catch up with the dancers. But until then, would-be students of hip-hop history are best directed to the record store.


JENNIFER ODELL
(June 15, 2000)