by Sean Maloney
Hey, guess what. A bunch of of people put out hip-hop albums, songs, videos mixtapes, cuneiform tablets and so on in the last couple of weeks — Dee Goodz, Ducko McFli, Gummy Soul — and you should listen to them. I'm sure by now you know my opinion about those folks. Otherwise, it's all songs about money recorded on cheap microphones and 30 seconds of "acting" before yet another song about Instagram — can we quit it with the app-rap, folks? — so let's talk about something important. Baseball is almost here. Opening day is little more than a month away. Since I'm obligated to talk local hip-hop but would really rather be talking about baseball, this seems like a good time to bring up the series of vanity rap records sorta recorded here in Nashville.
Anybody know the deal? From what I can tell, these records are some of the first rap records recorded in the city, even though the ball players' vocals were flown in from elsewhere. It looks like they were commissioned by Neader Sports Management and produced by a pair of dudes named Sanchez G. Harley and Neil Wilburn, who from a brief Facebook stalk seem to still be around here, or at least connected to people who are. Anyway, if you know 'em, let me know. I'm totally intrigued by the idea that someone made these very mercenary electro-rap records here in town almost 30 years ago. The tunes are interesting from an almost-outsider-art perspective — Lloyd Moseley and Doc Gooden weren't really meant to rap — and I'm a sucker mid-fidelity '80s synth tones. Anyway, baseball. It's almost here. And on a completely unrelated note, this:'