Master Class: Show ‘Em How To Do This, Sons! Music-Loving Dad Creates Classic LP Cover Remixes Starring His Sons

Classic Album Cover Remixes Created By a Music-Loving Dad, Starring His Adorable Sons

 Lance Underwood, father of two sons uses his tumblr page to share his remixed photoshopped versions of classic lp covers from across musical genres – Rock, Soul, R&B, Country, Jazz, Spoken Word, Comedy, Hip Hop – to amazing results.

Check the technique below:

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His kids also have a few of their own offerings – original music coupled with original visuals  – and there’s also examples of dad’s work for some other folks and the coffee table book he did compiling the work he and his little men have done together.

I don’t know if I’ve seen a better way to actively teach your kids about culture and the proper utilization of tech tools. He’s teaching history, technology and respect for icons and their creations while inspiring them to create their own art and showing them how.

If that’s not providing a living example tell me what is.


A lot of dads get a bad rap – sometimes deserved, sometimes not.  Nice to see one of the club getting recognized for providing knowledge, culture and Love as his son’s foundation for the future.

Salute, Lance Underwood & sons!


Take heed Lunchbox dads and fathers of cute Internet dogs: classic album cover remixes starring your two adorable sons are the new thing. Dad Lance Underwood recreates famous album covers and casts his sons Taj and Amar in the roles of musicians such as Bob Dylan, Nat King Cole, Marvin Gaye, and more. Judging by the amount of old-school hip hop, jazz, funk, and soul on his Tumblr, we’d say that Underwood’s sons are getting a fine education in music history. See more of Underwood’s fun album cover remakes, starring his extremely photogenic kids, below.

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Master Class: Black Milk – Rhythm Roulette, Mass Appeal


The Mass Appeal crew take us through the beat crafting process with               Detroit’s Black Milk.

I like the Rhythm Roulette series because it shows  – in an encapsulated, condensed, time-lapsed format – how painstaking the path to a hot beat can be. It also shows how crafting something from nothing – warped, scratched-up records for source material  – is a beautiful thing.

It’s like explaining how shit begets fertilizer to a kid, which I did recently.

For my beatmaking brethren. I respect your grind … and your dedication.


SOULcial Studies: The Real Rap on (so-called) Reality Show Stardom

I’m not the biggest fan of Dr. Boyce Watkins, but I have to admit, more often than not, he’s on point.

Opining on a recent interview Kandi Burruss gave Madame, he says he’s “proud of Burruss”. For those of you who wannabe reality tv stars – and there’s an alarmingly high number of you – it’s worth the read.

Kandi Burruss of Real Housewives of Atlanta

Kandi Burruss of                               Real Housewives of Atlanta

Kandi Burruss explained that being a reality TV star is not as financially rewarding as some might think … [and] why she works to live below her means. “On a new reality show they’re not making anything,” she said. “If they are getting anything, it may be like $2,500 per episode to $5,000, at the most. Most times, like say for instance the women who started out on our show, in the beginning they didn’t get anything for that first year. They got like $5,000 for the whole season just for the use of their house. When I first came on they didn’t really hardly pay me anything either. A lot of those shows do not pay a lot of money.”

Lessons for those who think they wannabe a star:

“1) The words “rich” and “famous” don’t always go hand-in-hand. The worst thing in the world is to be famous and have everyone think you have more money than you actually have. This happens a lot for entertainers who have no understanding of business models.

2) Conservatism is the key to financial survival: Unfortunately, materialistic culture promoted through music and movies promotes the opposite, leaving us looking really stupid later on down the line.

3) You must be your own business and brand in this ever-changing economic landscape: Even if someone gives you a job, always find a way to create your own job.”

Here’s the link for the entire piece:

Master Class – Gil Scott-Heron “Pieces of A Man”

Gil-Scott-Heron-Pieces-of-a-ManThis song was another one that haunted me when I was a kid.

I knew it meant something.

Something deep, something real and resounding.

I knew it was powerful. I just didn’t know why.

The melody is beautiful. Musically it’s just a simple series of piano chords but when coupled with the lyrics it becomes an amazing piece of work.


You can’t simply call Gil Scott-Heron a poet, or a singer or even the forefather of Rap: he’s all those things but his ability to capture and reflect the pain, the plight and inner turmoil of a people, of a time and to present it in a voice plainfully and not maliciously is the kind of artistic gift that still amazes more than 40 years after first emerging.

The anger and contempt are there but it doesn’t drip, it doesn’t burn; it doesn’t even singe. It pricks, it prods … it begs introspection and reflection

When I was a kid I knew I was listening to something heavy, but I didn’t know why.

But even then I saw the men in my life in the song, felt their struggles were being depicted in the words and played out before me … but I just didn’t know why.

I couldn’t put it into words because I didn’t have them yet. I hadn’t experienced “it” yet.

Life was young and so was I.


Now that I’m grown and have children of my own, have experienced and continue to experience the rising and falling of life and what it means to be a man, a Black man in this world I more than understand.

Though inevitable, this living, this seeing, this understanding, it still saddens me.

The third verse, “I saw the thunder and heard the lightning!/And felt the burden of his shame/And for some unknown reason/He never turned my way”, so powerfully conveys the powerless feeling of letting your Loved ones, your family, your children down it makes me tear up.

I know that feeling.

I didn’t when I was a child, but as a man, knowing how hard you’re trying and how you can’t seem to get a good grip on life, that the things you want, that your family need are just beyond your grasp … that they seem to slip through your fingers like sand or water, leaving granules in their wake or wetness, their residue confirming that you actually held them – had them! – for a moment however long, however fleeting, is the kind of pain that confirms that you are alive.

I hate that feeling.

Not a lot has changed since Gil Scott made this song.

It makes me sad. But at least I understand the men that were and are in my world, now that I am one.


I met him once – twice, really. The first time in the living room of one of the men of my life, chilling, smoking, talking with Kwame Toure’. After saying hello and nonchalantly walking through the living room I came back in – awestruck – to greet two men who weren’t yet really my heroes, but magnificent, majestic monoliths all the same.

He was as cool as the shade on a hot southern summer day. With an easy smile, easygoing manner and his gravelly voice he made me feel more at home in the place that I was staying – just passing through, really – than I had my entire freshman year, there in a place I felt anything but at home.

Years later I’d see him in passing, but I don’t really think he remembered me or the time we’d met and he gave an young aspiring artist some encouraging words.

It didn’t matter.

I remembered him. His words. His smile. His warmth.


I’ve been listening to GIl Scott, to this album and this song in particular a lot lately. I guess I’m just trying to put the pieces (back?) together again.

“I saw him go to pieces …
He was always such a good man
… always such a strong man
Yeah, I saw him go to pieces
I saw him go to pieces

Thanks, Gil.

“Pieces Of A Man”

“Pieces Of A Man”


Jagged jigsaw pieces
Tossed about the room
I saw my grandma sweeping
With her old straw broom
She didn’t know what she was doing
She could hardly understand
That she was really sweeping up..
Pieces of a man

I saw my daddy greet the mailman
And I heard the mailman say
“Now don’t you take this letter to heart now Jimmy
Cause they’ve laid off nine others today”
He didn’t know what he was saying
He could hardly understand
That he was only talking to
Pieces of a man

I saw the thunder and heard the lightning!
And felt the burden of his shame
And for some unknown reason
He never turned my way

Pieces of that letter
Were tossed about that room
And now I hear the sound of sirens
Come knifing through the gloom
They don’t know what they are doing
They could hardly understand
That they’re only arresting
Pieces of a man

I saw him go to pieces
I saw him go to pieces
He was always such a good man
He was always such a strong man
Yeah, I saw him go to pieces
I saw him go to pieces

What I’m Rockin’ Right Now: “Givin’ Them What They Love”, by Janelle Monae, featuring Prince.

“Givin’ Them What They Love” is the lead vocal offering from Janelle Monae’s new project, Electric Lady. The second track after the instrumental intro features Monae’s unofficial mentor, His Royal Badness himself, Prince. The pairing sounds like they were split from the same embryo, with Monae spitsangin’ rebellion and defiance from the first mouthful of syllables :


“I am sharper than a razor
Eyes made of lasers
Bolder than the truth
They want me locked up in the system
Cause I’m on a mission
Blame it on my youth

Too long I’ve been out here on my own
Now I’m ’bout to bring it home
Like a rolling stone

I ain’t never been afraid to die
Look a man in the eye,

I come to give you what you love …”

Taken from the album Electric Lady,(Bad Boy/Atlantic), the song is akin to a Money Mayweather jab + a head feint + and turtle-like head poke: the perfect setup for a masterful lesson is the sweet science that singing is supposed to be.  

Dig if you will, this scripture.

Master Class: The Jackson 5, “Lookin’ Through The Window”

One of my favorite J5 joints … short, simple, melodic, crazy vocal performances by both young Mike and his brothers with the backgrounds.

That youthful exuberance and hope despite not knowing what love is about? The essence of Michael and The J5.

“Lookin’ through the windows, the window to your heart, oh baby, yeah
I can see it’s cloudy, the rain’s about to start
Lookin’ through the windows it seems I caused your fears, yeah, yeah, yeah
And that little doubt girl. and now it’s bringing tears …”

The Jackson 5 – “Lookin’ Through The Window”