We are up to 18 songs now, including my as-yet undetermined selection. Jump fast on those last 2 spots, Pipeline People!
All songs selected thus far are available on iTunes. I have given the lineup a preliminary listen so far, and although we sometimes veer dangerously close to “Adult Slacker Contemporary”, I think the overall mix is going to be strong and diverse. Surpassing the Pipeline People Mix 1.0 is a tall order, but I think with a couple more strong selections it’s a possibility.
Speaking of strong selections, courtesy of Friend of Pipeline ChrisZ I have learned that Atlanta has a new CBA team. The team is owned by Freedom Williams, former mastermind of C+C Music Factory, and has just named former NBA and Georgia Tech star Kenny Anderson as it’s coach. The team name? The Atlanta Krunk. Crunk, as you know, refers not just to a musical genre with origins in the Atlanta/dirrrty south region, but also to various portmanteaus of words like “crazy” or “chronic” and “drunk”.
Thus, crunk. But what is “Krunk”? In the mid-1990’s the term was a shorthand for “Kremlin Drunk”, a reference to Boris Yeltsin’s vodka-soaked term as leader of that shithole of a country called Russia. (Sorry, Russians, but it’s true and you know it. Your country is run by criminals, literally, and the streets are not safe to walk on for pedestrians. Plus, no rock and roll bands worth anything at all, TV is still run by the state, and every single journalist in the country has died of mysterious causes. It’s a shithole.) If someone said you were Krunk in 1997, you had probably just polished off a couple bottles of Stoli, wrecked your local economy, and started an ethnic purge somewhere in the south.
But this is a new era, and Krunk has been reclaimed by a new generation. While some would maintain the “crunk with a K” decision is simply a way for Atlanta to pay homage to it’s Crunk Heritage without overtly using the name “crunk”, the real truth may lie in Kenny Anderson and Freedom Williams’ passion for Armenian politics and culture.
Either that, or some crazy dumbass (crumbass) in Atlanta doesn’t know how to spell “crunk”.