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Ignore for a moment Ahmir "?uestlove" Thompson's overarching feelings regarding hip-hop radio in 2000 and glance back with him as he recounts the first-ever spin of a track by the Roots, of which he is the drummer and a founding member, on New York City radio in early 1993.
"It was anticlimactic, for two reasons," he says during a break from the seemingly never-ending Okay Player tour, organized by the Roots, which hits St. Louis this week. "First, the DJ got the name wrong. (He mimics the radio announcer:) "And that was Roots.' I hate it when they don't call us the Roots. On top of that, it was a hip-hop show, and Smif-N-Wessun, who were this group from Brooklyn, were on the show as well. They were doing an interview, and they were using our song as background music, talking over the music. It was cool. They played our song, and then they played the instrumental while the DJ was saying, "OK, now we have Smif-N-Wessun ...' So they wanted this group to freestyle, and one of them was, like, "OK, but I ain't freestyling to this. This is like Fat Albert and the Gang.' It was an unorthodox song, and all the music was done by humans. So it was, like, driving in mid-Manhattan traffic hearing one of your favorite rap groups say your song "sounds like Fat Albert. I ain't rhyming over this.'"
No doubt what Smif or Wessun was reacting to was the nature of the Roots, which in '93 must have sounded as if they had landed from another planet and sound equally alien seven years and five albums later: The Roots are a hip-hop group but play all their own instruments; they're not a posse that creates music inside a silicon chip using breakbeat samples and stolen riffs. Strange as it may seem -- in the world of hip-hop, at least -- they play it on bass, drum, keyboards, guitar and other such organic instruments. The result is jazzy and funky, with a solid, warm groove that ebbs and flows with emotion rather than looping mechanically. There are real handclaps and finger-snaps, real rhythm, real groove. Real -- or, as Smif or Wessun put it, "like Fat Albert.'
Thompson and Tariq "Black Thought" Trotter, the core of the group, founded the Roots in Philadelphia in the late '80s as the Square Roots after meeting at a performing-arts high school. Lacking the funds to buy the requisite samplers and beat boxes to create sample-based hip-hop, the two decided to try going old-school. Thompson, a drummer, could provide a steady, sparse beat, and Trotter didn't need much other than his brains to create powerful rhymes. The result was an epiphany, and after their initial indie effort, Organix, produced an underground buzz -- no other group of substance was doing it the Roots way, and few in any hip-hop school had the intellect of the Roots -- they filled out their lineup and signed to David Geffen's DGC imprint in 1994. Even as relative freshmen in the game, though, the Roots understood how it was played, and, says ?uestlove, acted accordingly: "Our stance was "We have to be so Teflon that they would be embarrassed to drop us.' While making [their label debut] Do You Want More?, we knew that had to be an album so critically acclaimed that the label would be embarrassed to drop us. And then that wasn't enough: We had to make our live presentation so bulletproof that it would actually be a travesty. We had to make them look bad. And that's precisely what happened. They were, like, "Damn, we were going to drop you, but apparently the whole world loves you, and we just don't know how to market you. We're sorry. Here's another check.'"
On the transcendent fourth release, Things Fall Apart, the Roots went from being "a rap group that play their own instruments" to simply a group, one that combined the best of American black music, from jazz to funk to R&B to hip-hop, to create something unique; no longer were they replicating the sound of the beatbox with "real" instruments. They were making great American music. Although earlier efforts were impressive, especially 1996's Illadelph Halflife, often these early records were rigid. Things Fall Apart was a living, breathing organism, the result, no doubt, of endless touring, endless jamming, endless inspiration. "The Next Movement," is one of the best singles of the '90s: Handclaps mingle with a Fender Rhodes riff; legendary DJ Jazzy Jeff provides tense, melodic scratching; and a female chorus, the Jazzyfatnastees, rings melodic bells. Things Fall Apart is a hip-hop masterpiece, tense and thoughtful, textured and dynamic. Unlike most flavor-of-the-month hip-hop releases that might as well have an expiration date printed on the label, the record opens up on examination.
"I want to do art records," ?uestlove says, "you know what I mean? Anything I do, I endorse, but it's always been my dream to do art records, and I want to do something more in the spirit of something closer to Fear of a Black Planetor Paul's Boutique or the last two Bomb Squad classics, the Young Black Teenagers' first record or the Son of Bazerk record."
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