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Best of 2019 Hip-Hop Part 1: Top Five Billboard Albums + Top Five Amoeba Albums

Posted by Billyjam, December 29, 2019 04:36am | Post a Comment


This first part in the Amoeblog Best of 2019 Hip-Hop contains two objectively compiled top five hip-hop albums charts based primarily on sales; the Amoeba 2019 Top 5 Hip-Hop Albums Chart and the Billboard 2019 Top 5 Hip-Hop Albums Chart. The former is based on sales of albums at the Amoeba Hollywood store over the past year while the latter is culled from the recently published Billboard Top 200 Albums chart. That multi-genre chart is based primarily on national sales both at retail and of digital sales of albums. However since it reflects all album sales over the past year, that in addition to 2019 releases also includes a large number of previous year titles that continued to sell significantly into this year.

Most of these carry-over titles (but not all due to certain technicalities such as specific timelines of an album being released digitally in'18 and physically in '19) have been omitted to focus on the top selling 2019 released hip-hop albums. Included in the many carry-over 2018 released albums were Post Malone’s beerbongs & bentleys and Drake’s Scorpion (also on 2LP) albums that ranked #5 and #6 respectively on the 2019 Top 200 Billboard Album chart thereby outselling most 2019 album titles of all genres. [Note that the non hip-hop album, Billie Eilish’s  When We All Fall Asleep, Where Do We Go? (also on yellow colored LP/vinyl) that was the overall top selling album of the year].

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First hand Report: The Michael Jackson Memorial

Posted by Amoebite, July 9, 2009 02:13pm | Post a Comment
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How was it?

It was good; sad, but it was great. I cried a lot. A LOT a lot. But it was great.

That's about all I can say when people ask how the Michael Jackson memorial went. I can't find the right words. I can't do it justice. All I can say is that I was very fortunate, I miss MJ, and I wish I could return the michael jacksonfavor to the Jackson family.

Being at the Staples Center Tuesday morning during the Michael Jackson memorial was unreal. My heart was consistently inconsistent -- skipping beats, then beating too fast in an attempt to catch up. I repeatedly caught myself staring at the people around me. Such an eclectic group of people, with only one common denominator: Michael Jackson. The same man responsible for my constant dancing, the same man that made me want to create things that weren't real, the same man that made me want to care about the world and people just a little bit more, and make it a better place as much as I can. Every single person there saw something in the same man. It truly is amazing, and he really is the greatest entertainer that ever lived, in the words of Berry Gordy. Music is THAT powerful, and when someone as passionate as Michael Jackson performs, it's unparalleled, and that is immediately recognized.

Tuesday morning started off as a chilly, cloudy, dark Los Angeles morning. The line of Michael fans wrapped through downtown and all had one common interest: paying respect. Thousands of fans gathered to honor their idol, hundreds of police officers gathered to maintain the crowds, hundreds of Staples Center employees got together to ensure everyone got the chance to participate in the tribute, news anchors and camera crews converged to document it, and dozens of his friends and family united in one place. Within an hour and a half of receiving Michael Jackson memorial 'programs', the ceremony michael jackson's casketbegan with the amazing Smokey Robinson followed by a very awkward 8 minutes of silence. It was during that time that I looked at the stage that I had been staring at for the past hour and finally realized that the white rug lined with brilliant flowers was for none other than the casket, and within seconds of figuring it out, it became real, and Michael Jackson's casket was in front of my eyes, in front of the world's eyes. I lost it. I obviously knew going in that it was a memorial, but I didn't expect to lose it like I did. It was a different sorrow than what I had been feeling for the 12 days prior; it was real. This truly was it, there was no middle man, no media to tell me that MJ isn't here. I could see it, and that was a huge truth to wrap my head around.

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St Patrick's Day Hangover

Posted by Mr. Chadwick, March 18, 2009 01:12am | Post a Comment