Report - Samplism 2

Samplism 2

What makes a small country big?

Eindhoven, 18-09-1999. Place to be: 23.00 hours Central Station. ART12 arrived after a damn long trip from Sneek. Took a wrong turn, drove over de Afsluitdijk, to Eindhoven. Picked up the local ART12 posse and drove to the train station.

Back in the days Eindhoven became a Mecca for Dutch HipHop in a split second. While Rotterdam and Amsterdam were battling mad who was the best, Miss DJAX put the town on the map as first independent HipHop label from The Netherlands. D.A.M.N. and 24K gave the Randstad (combined city of the cities: Amsterdam, Rotterdam, The Hague and Utrecht) a wake up call. With records that took the scene to another level. From the same record company Dope Posse and DTF were released. Coming out of a small village Uden, nearby Eindhoven. Those where the heydays. AK 47 looked like the next thing from… But it all died away. Pockets had a hard time to keep Eindhoven on the map but he fade away.

A meeting point.

At 23.00 hours a b-boy called MC Riagg shows up at a mob of b-boys and fly-girls: "Go to the back and there you receive further instructions." At the meeting point at the back of the Central Station, Dorien is on the look out: "Here you have a map. Drive this and that way, like it’s said. On the street corner you find the last instructions."

Eindhoven kept on living on the memories of the heydays. Deadly Maniacs continued to rock the boat, but the waves seldom traveled further than the cities outskirts. A lot of excuses were made and found. But looking in, the basic reasons you could find were lazy-ness, and not being the craziest like the slogan says. From the two phat venues only one kept on doing HipHop jams on occasional level. But you can see a change in the make. More dope concerts come down to the Dutch city of light. And the underground network keeps on struggling. Since one year flyers pop up with a date, time and no place. Only a meeting point. The strength to keep on struggling makes some results. A crew manages to throw some illegal underground parties. It’s held in old school buildings or basements, in a tunnel or just in the woods. The underground sound is surviving underground.

Cops in a 10 years old brick

O.K. we drive fast over the quite streets (in a Rent-A-Brick), taking over many back trackers. On the bike, bottle in the hand, joint in the other and some how steering. Backpack on the back, stacked with cans. We arrive at an old futuristic Philips museum: Evoluon, easily to be mistaken with a giant UFO, a museum which did display the future according to Philips. But the inventor of the compact disc had to close the doors of this museum, not enough visitors. Now on its stoop vinyl junkies are gathering for further instructions. Some cars and a lot of bikes. Some mistook Deadly and me for cops, cause we where in that TLM shit, dressed in yellow. "Cops do not wear yellow fool, they wear white or blue!"

Waiting but no sign. We call the Samplism hotline. "There are three boys standing hidden, they will give you the final instructions." Back in the car and drive that baby around this UFO. The men are easily found. It’s Jungle standing on a power mini-cabin. Three meters tall into the dark sky. Jungle: "It’s at the Beatrix Canal bike tunnel."

We park our car safely at a distance. And walk to the site. It’s a never used bike tunnel next to a channel and under a freeway. The place getting packed with party people. The whole walls are decorated special for this evening. Sprayers take out their cans and start to get involved. Bar is open and Deen starts up the sound system. Finally taxpayers’ money is spent well. The tunnel is a historical place for the E-Towns graff scene and now a venue.

Do that and do it phat.

Now Shine and Deadly won the semifinal of the ‘Grote Prijs Van Nederland’ (Big Price Of The Netherlands). Representing Eindhoven, getting back in the spotlight. There are a lot of artists wandering around in this city. Called by it’s peeps the ‘Death Valley’ (mistaken by Jeru The Damaja for many body counts), cause there is nothing happening. Well some had the guts to start their own illegal parties. In the state of mind "Fuck it, we do it our selves!" Why would somebody else do something for you? The only lacking is that the MC’s and DJ’s are missing that attitude. If somebody is not that good, nobody is saying it. "He’s a friend and he’s trying. He deserves props and support for that." Well if your friend is an artist give him props for struggling and motivate him. But if he’s wack say it loud straight in his face! "Kid you're wack!" Cause he needs it to grow and to get his skills together. He needs critic as a support. If a friend does not tell, somebody else will. But for sure, not that friendly. All the DJ’s were wack. It was not a point of taste but simply objective measure standards. Eindhoven work on your DJ skills: if you want to get props you need to fight and conquer it. Respect is something you earn not something you get. And if the men who are playing the tables are not DJ’s, don't let them DJ.

It’s got a crew, so tell them

The bar-b-q is set up in front of the tunnel. Selling hamburgers, making them in the dark with the help of a flashlight. Does not look that healthy but it is tasty. "Next time we're going to make pancakes!", said the cook. The smoke that is going up gives the freeway on top a spooky sight. Concrete, street lights and smoke coming out of the street. Looks like the steamy streets in New York. How the hell did this thing called our lives come from the Bronx to a tunnel on the other side of this planet?

Illegal parties are dope! But you still have to take care of the safety of the people. At the end of the tunnel there was the sound system. Behind that an iron-gate covered with cardboard boxes. Out of sight there was the aggregate (mobile power station) running on petrol. In front of the tunnel there was the bar-b-q. The only emergency exit was behind the bar, straight into the ice cold 5 meters deep channel. Now only a fool does not know accidents do not come on the solo tip. It has a bunch of relatives working in a perfect chain reaction. What would happen if something goes wrong with the petrol and the cardboard boxes at one end, and the bar-be-que fire at the other end of the tunnel? After climbing over the bar, 300 men taking a dive in the imaginary jacuzzi?!

Done seen Don Deen.

AQ: Samplism, why this party?
Deen: Because there is a big need for it. We have a lot of heads who are wondering around and can't go anywhere.
AQ: What is the concept?
Deen: Altogether, ±40 men and women, we put this shit down. You just hire all the stuff and put it down. You can have a turn on the mics in a freestyle session. And everybody may have a turn at the steel wheels. If you are good enough you can come down and do your thing.
AQ: When will be the next?
Deen: If the cops come down it probably will be the last. They will take all the equipment.
Rocks was on the look out. This time it was his turn to rap with the cops if they arrive. Deen already had several last warnings so he had to be kept out of the picture. When there is a penalty it will be split by many.

When it became very cold we left. So far as we know the cops did not show. So there will be a party coming. Samplism: come clean to get dirty. Oh yes, no heating so don’t dress to kill but to chill.

AQ



		Samplism 2 What makes a small country big? Eindhoven, 18-09-1999. Place to be: 23.00 hours Central Station. ART12 arrived after a damn long trip from Sneek. Took a wrong turn, drove over de Afsluitdijk, to Eindhoven. Picked up the local ART12 posse and drove to the train station. Back in the days Eindhoven became a Mecca for Dutch HipHop in a split second. While Rotterdam and Amsterdam were battling mad who was the best, Miss DJAX put the town on the map as first independent HipHop label from The Netherlands. D.A.M.N. and 24K gave the Randstad (combined city of the cities: Amsterdam, Rotterdam, The Hague and Utrecht) a wake up call. With records that took the scene to another level. From the same record company Dope Posse and DTF were released. Coming out of a small village Uden, nearby Eindhoven. Those where the heydays. AK 47 looked like the next thing from… But it all died away. Pockets had a hard time to keep Eindhoven on the map but he fade away. A meeting point. At 23.00 hours a b-boy called MC Riagg shows up at a mob of b-boys and fly-girls: "Go to the back and there you receive further instructions." At the meeting point at the back of the Central Station, Dorien is on the look out: "Here you have a map. Drive this and that way, like it’s said. On the street corner you find the last instructions." Eindhoven kept on living on the memories of the heydays. Deadly Maniacs continued to rock the boat, but the waves seldom traveled further than the cities outskirts. A lot of excuses were made and found. But looking in, the basic reasons you could find were lazy-ness, and not being the craziest like the slogan says. From the two phat venues only one kept on doing HipHop jams on occasional level. But you can see a change in the make. More dope concerts come down to the Dutch city of light. And the underground network keeps on struggling. Since one year flyers pop up with a date, time and no place. Only a meeting point. The strength to keep on struggling makes some results. A crew manages to throw some illegal underground parties. It’s held in old school buildings or basements, in a tunnel or just in the woods. The underground sound is surviving underground. Cops in a 10 years old brick O.K. we drive fast over the quite streets (in a Rent-A-Brick), taking over many back trackers. On the bike, bottle in the hand, joint in the other and some how steering. Backpack on the back, stacked with cans. We arrive at an old futuristic Philips museum: Evoluon, easily to be mistaken with a giant UFO, a museum which did display the future according to Philips. But the inventor of the compact disc had to close the doors of this museum, not enough visitors. Now on its stoop vinyl junkies are gathering for further instructions. Some cars and a lot of bikes. Some mistook Deadly and me for cops, cause we where in that TLM shit, dressed in yellow. "Cops do not wear yellow fool, they wear white or blue!" Waiting but no sign. We call the Samplism hotline. "There are three boys standing hidden, they will give you the final instructions." Back in the car and drive that baby around this UFO. The men are easily found. It’s Jungle standing on a power mini-cabin. Three meters tall into the dark sky. Jungle: "It’s at the Beatrix Canal bike tunnel." We park our car safely at a distance. And walk to the site. It’s a never used bike tunnel next to a channel and under a freeway. The place getting packed with party people. The whole walls are decorated special for this evening. Sprayers take out their cans and start to get involved. Bar is open and Deen starts up the sound system. Finally taxpayers’ money is spent well. The tunnel is a historical place for the E-Towns graff scene and now a venue. Do that and do it phat. Now Shine and Deadly won the semifinal of the ‘Grote Prijs Van Nederland’ (Big Price Of The Netherlands). Representing Eindhoven, getting back in the spotlight. There are a lot of artists wandering around in this city. Called by it’s peeps the ‘Death Valley’ (mistaken by Jeru The Damaja for many body counts), cause there is nothing happening. Well some had the guts to start their own illegal parties. In the state of mind "Fuck it, we do it our selves!" Why would somebody else do something for you? The only lacking is that the MC’s and DJ’s are missing that attitude. If somebody is not that good, nobody is saying it. "He’s a friend and he’s trying. He deserves props and support for that." Well if your friend is an artist give him props for struggling and motivate him. But if he’s wack say it loud straight in his face! "Kid you're wack!" Cause he needs it to grow and to get his skills together. He needs critic as a support. If a friend does not tell, somebody else will. But for sure, not that friendly. All the DJ’s were wack. It was not a point of taste but simply objective measure standards. Eindhoven work on your DJ skills: if you want to get props you need to fight and conquer it. Respect is something you earn not something you get. And if the men who are playing the tables are not DJ’s, don't let them DJ. It’s got a crew, so tell them The bar-b-q is set up in front of the tunnel. Selling hamburgers, making them in the dark with the help of a flashlight. Does not look that healthy but it is tasty. "Next time we're going to make pancakes!", said the cook. The smoke that is going up gives the freeway on top a spooky sight. Concrete, street lights and smoke coming out of the street. Looks like the steamy streets in New York. How the hell did this thing called our lives come from the Bronx to a tunnel on the other side of this planet? Illegal parties are dope! But you still have to take care of the safety of the people. At the end of the tunnel there was the sound system. Behind that an iron-gate covered with cardboard boxes. Out of sight there was the aggregate (mobile power station) running on petrol. In front of the tunnel there was the bar-b-q. The only emergency exit was behind the bar, straight into the ice cold 5 meters deep channel. Now only a fool does not know accidents do not come on the solo tip. It has a bunch of relatives working in a perfect chain reaction. What would happen if something goes wrong with the petrol and the cardboard boxes at one end, and the bar-be-que fire at the other end of the tunnel? After climbing over the bar, 300 men taking a dive in the imaginary jacuzzi?! Done seen Don Deen. AQ: Samplism, why this party? Deen: Because there is a big need for it. We have a lot of heads who are wondering around and can't go anywhere. AQ: What is the concept? Deen: Altogether, ±40 men and women, we put this shit down. You just hire all the stuff and put it down. You can have a turn on the mics in a freestyle session. And everybody may have a turn at the steel wheels. If you are good enough you can come down and do your thing. AQ: When will be the next? Deen: If the cops come down it probably will be the last. They will take all the equipment. Rocks was on the look out. This time it was his turn to rap with the cops if they arrive. Deen already had several last warnings so he had to be kept out of the picture. When there is a penalty it will be split by many. When it became very cold we left. So far as we know the cops did not show. So there will be a party coming. Samplism: come clean to get dirty. Oh yes, no heating so don’t dress to kill but to chill. AQ © 1999 ART12/VanderHoek Publishing. All rights reserved.