On my way back from SXSW to New Orleans we stopped to pay tribute to the late great DJ Screw at Screwed Up Records and Tape. The interior of the shop is super minimal- a rack of RIP SCREW tall tee’s and a couple of well worn binders with lists of hundreds of Screw CD’s and Tapes. While I was browsing the catalog a middle-aged woman walked in and asked the young cashier behind the bulletproof transaction counter about a CD she was looking for. He responded, “We only sell screwed up music here, m’am.” Of course, they had the latest Z-Ro mixes and some other Southern artists- but she thanked him and left. In the land of Swisha House the air was heavy with dank.
Here’s an extra tape compressed, phased, distorted, heavy, heavy Screw version of the Master P’s blunt and heem anthem. It came on this morning while I rode to school- I tried to bump it- but the sound refuses to ever return to its Caddy and Box Chevy 12″ king-kong in the trunk glory. The newer Screwed tapes from DJ Michael Watts and the rest are Serato Box Fresh – but something about these poorly transcoded and squashed tapes keep me coming back. The distortion is a reminder of the sounds displacement, forcing you to reflect on Houston and a particular draped up and dripped out southern ambiance.