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Rest in Peace Koopsta Knicca

Robert ‘Koopsta Knicca’ Phillips passed away early Friday morning.

Koopsta Knicca, a founding member of Three Six Mafia, beloved Memphis rapper, and Da Mafia 6ix member, has died. It was confirmed by DJ Paul that the 40 year old memphis rapper (whose real name was Robert Phillips) died early Friday morning due to complications from a stroke he suffered on Sunday, despite reports on social media that the rapper had passed away on Thursday.

Koopsta, much like the late Lord Infamous, was known for his gritty verses on classic Three Six Mafia songs, and his solo album Tha Devil’s Playground is a perfect example of how Memphis rap from the mid to late ’90s has influenced current artists like ASAP Rocky and SpaceGhostPurrp. listen to Da Devil’s Playground below.

WARNING: GRAPHIC LYRICAL CONTENT!

Rest in Peace Koopsta Knicca

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100% Fresh Juice

Juicy J has been on a tear since teaming up with Wiz Khalifa and Taylor Gang, releasing mixtape after mixtape in addition to the 2013 album Stay Trippy.

In the past few years, Juicy J has collaborated with big names like Miley Cyrus, 2 Chainz, and Lil Wayne, coming up with more catchphrases than all of those artists combined in the process. Since reviving his rap career, one of Juicy J’s strengths has been his ability to turn questionable subject matter into humorous material. If Stay Trippy was Juicy J’s coming-out party as a club-anthem rapper, then 100% Juice confirms that the Memphis rapper is still content to rap about drugs, sex, non-stop partying, and not much else. Yes, it’s safe to say that the era of bloody, gruesome, and offensive subject matter found on almost every Three 6 Mafia song featuring Juicy J is over. But that doesn’t mean Juicy J has become any less inappropriate. In the new world of Juicy J, blood and guts have been replaced by strippers and blunts. I dissected his latest mixtape to get a better sense of where the Memphis legend finds himself during his career.

For those unfamiliar with Juicy J, club rap, or most popular music in 2015, it’s important to realize that this is not your mom and dad’s “Rappers Delight” type of material. There are probably 2,000 F-bombs on 100% Juice, not to mention all the other words I can’t repeat here and the drug references Juicy and his guests use over and over and over. While Juicy J has definitely been the most successful Memphis rapper of the last five years (with his only rivals perhaps being Yo Gotti and Don Trip), he was not a part of the latest reincarnation of Three 6 Mafia (Da Mafia 6ix), nor does he play locally very often. But on “Shut Da Fuc Up,” Juicy sounds like he never left home. The beat sounds like a reimagined Project Pat song, particularly from the Ghetty Green- era. There’s also a line in the song where Juicy gives a shout out to “(La) Chat, (Crunchy) Black, (DJ) Paul, and (Project) Pat,” which squashes any ideas that Juicy J forgot where he came from after finding greener pastures. There are even a few Mafia-gang vocals thrown in on the song for good measure.

Perhaps this is the mass appeal of Juicy J’s new brand of mainstream rap. To stay relevant in mainstream hip-hop, and pop music in general, the artist must constantly reinvent himself, and while Juicy J has crossed over as a rap/pop star, he continues to utilize the tools that made Three 6 Mafia one of the biggest underground rap groups of all time. Sure, there was the questionable Miley Cyrus collaboration with last 2013’s “23,” but I can forgive him for that. And it’s not surprising that a mega-star like Cyrus would want to collaborate with someone like Juicy J for the “street cred,” even though I seriously doubt that anyone now considers Miley Cyrus to be “gangster,” “hard,” or anything other than a pop star. Let’s just consider “23” to be the modern version of Mariah Carey and Ol’ Dirty Bastard’s “Fantasy,” only sadly, not nearly as good.

On “Ain’t No Rappers,” Juicy J confirms that he still has gangsters on his payroll, even if he is hanging out with pop stars. “Ain’t No Rappers” sees Juicy J at his lyrical best, specifically the lines “my homeboys ain’t no rappers, they ain’t doin shows, they not in no videos, they too busy moving dope.” This cadence is similar to Juicy J’s flow on “Bandz a Make Her Dance,” making for one of the best songs on the mixtape. Khalifa appears on the song “Scrape,” along with the album’s most used special guest, Project Pat. Khalifa does sound a little bit out of place on this otherwise street-smart mixtape, but maybe that’s just because I will always associate Khalifa with the downright-weak rap hit “Roll Up.” Project Pat comes in on the third verse of “Scrape,” and the song gets its much needed tough-guy edge back.

DJ Scream, responsible for all the interludes on 100% Juice, introduces the most star-studded track, the remix of the song “Film” featuring Boosie Badazz, Future, and G.O.D. Sadly, most of the lyrical content on “Film” is a little bit too explicit for print. Lil Wayne shows up on the next track “Mrs. Mary Mack,” a love song dedicated to marijuana. A song about loving weed on a Juicy J mixtape? Imagine that. Lil Wayne’s verse on “Mrs. Mary Mack” is forgettable until the mega-star gives his condolences to original Three 6 Mafia member Lord Infamous. Lil Wayne shouting out Lord Infamous? We must really be living in Juicy J’s world.

On the song “Real,” Juicy J shows he hasn’t lost his sense of humor. The rapper claims that Obama invites him to his barbecues in Atlanta and later claims that he will throw an alligator in your bed and watch you dance. Pretty awesome stuff. Most of the time, rap albums feature one to three legitimate hits, and mixtapes can feature even less. With 100% Juice, Juicy J offers a plethora of club-ready anthems, proving that the Memphis rapper is still one of the best in the game.

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The Conversion

In January 1989, Steven Soderbergh’s sex, lies, and videotape won the Audience Award for best feature at the Sundance Film Festival, kicking off the modern Indie film movement.

To audiences, “Indie” usually means quirky, low-budget, character-driven fare that is more like the auteurist films of the 1970s than contemporary Hollywood’s designed-by-committee product. But “Indie” originally referred to films financed outside the major studios by outfits like New Line Cinema, which produced Sam Raimi’s The Evil Dead (1981) and the Coen Brothers’ Blood Simple (1984). By 1990, The Coen Brothers had crossed over into the mainstream with Miller’s Crossing, a film that brought together the meticulous plotting, brainy dialog, and stunning visual compositions that would garner them acclaim for the next 25 years.

As the 1990s dawned, a whole crop of directors stood up with a mission to make good movies on their own terms — and that meant raising money by any means necessary. Robert Rodriguez financed his $7,000 debut feature El Mariachi by selling his body for medical testing. It went on to win the 1993 Audience Award at Sundance, and his book Rebel Without A Crew inspired a generation of filmmakers.

Richard Linklater’s 1991 Slacker threw out the screenwriting rulebook that had dominated American film since George Lucas name-checked Joseph Campbell, focusing instead on dozens of strange characters floating around Austin. The structure has echoed through Indie film ever since, not only in Linklater’s Dazed And Confused (1993) but also the “hyperlink” movies of the early 2000s such as Soderbergh’s Traffic and even more conventionally scripted films such as Kevin Smith’s 1994 debut, Clerks.

Quentin Tarantino is arguably the most influential director of the last 25 years. His breakthrough hit, 1994’s Pulp Fiction, was the first film completely financed by producer Harvey Weinstein’s Miramax. But even then, the definitions of what was an “Indie” movie were fluid, as the formerly independent Miramax had become a subsidiary of Disney.

Indie fervor was spreading as local film scenes sprang up around the country. In Memphis, Mike McCarthy’s pioneering run of drive-in exploitation-inspired weirdness started in 1994 with Damselvis, Daughter of Helvis, followed the next year by the semi-autobiographical Teenage Tupelo. With 1997’s The Sore Losers, McCarthy integrated Memphis’ burgeoning underground music scene with his even-more-underground film aesthetic.

In 1995, the European Dogme 95 Collective, led by Lars von Trier, issued its “Vows of Chastity” and defined a new naturalist cinema: no props, no post-production sound, and no lighting. Scripts were minimal, demanding improvisation by the actors. Dogme #1 was Thomas Vinterberg’s The Celebration, which won the Jury Prize at Cannes in 1998.

Meanwhile, in America, weirdness was reaching its peak with Soderbergh’s surrealist romp Schizopolis. Today, the film enjoys a cult audience, but in 1997, it almost ended Soderbergh’s career and led to a turning point in Indie film. The same year, Tarantino directed Jackie Brown and then withdrew from filmmaking for six years. Soderbergh’s next feature veered away from experiment: 1998’s Out Of Sight was, like Jackie Brown, a tightly plotted adaptation of an Elmore Leonard crime novel. Before Tarantino returned to the director’s chair, Soderbergh would hit with Julia Roberts in Erin Brockovich and make George Clooney and Brad Pitt the biggest stars in the world with a very un-Indie remake of the Rat Pack vehicle Ocean’s 11.

Technology rescued Indie film. In the late ’90s, personal computers were on their way to being ubiquitous, and digital video cameras had improved in picture quality as they simplified operation. The 1999 experimental horror The Blair Witch Project, directed by Daniel Myrick and Eduardo Sanchez, showed what was possible with digital, simultaneously inventing the found footage genre and becoming the most profitable Indie movie in history, grossing $248 million worldwide on a shooting budget of $25,000.

The festival circuit continued to grow. The Indie Memphis Film Festival was founded in 1998, showcasing works such as the gonzo comedies of Memphis cable access TV legend John Pickle. In 2000, it found its biggest hit: Craig Brewer’s The Poor & Hungry, a gritty, digital story of the Memphis streets, won awards both here and at the Hollywood Film Festival.

In 2005, Memphis directors dominated the Sundance Film Festival, with Ira Sach’s impressionistic character piece Forty Shades Of Blue winning the Grand Jury Prize, and Brewer’s Hustle & Flow winning the Audience Award, which would ultimately lead to the unforgettable spectacle of Three Six Mafia beating out Dolly Parton for the Best Original Song Oscar.

Brewer rode the crest of a digital wave that breathed new life into Indie film. In Memphis, Morgan Jon Fox and Brandon Hutchinson co-founded the MeDiA Co-Op, gathering dozens of actors and would-be filmmakers together under the newly democratized Indie film banner. Originally a devotee of Dogme 95, Fox quickly grew beyond its limitations, and by the time of 2008’s OMG/HaHaHa, his stories of down-and-out kids in Memphis owed more to Italian neorealism like Rome, Open City than to von Trier.

Elsewhere, the digital revolution was producing American auteurs like Andrew Bujalski, whose 2002 Funny Ha Ha would be retroactively dubbed the first “mumblecore” movie. The awkward label was coined to describe the wave of realist, DIY digital films such as Joe Swanberg’s Kissing on the Mouth that hit SXSW in 2005. Memphis MeDiA Co-Op alum Kentucker Audley produced three features, beginning with 2007’s mumblecore Team Picture.

Not everyone was on board the digital train. Two of the best Indie films of the 21st century were shot on film: Shane Carruth’s $7,000 Sundance winner Primer (2004) and Rian Johnson’s high school noir Brick (2005). But as digital video evolved into HD, Indie films shot on actual film have become increasingly rare.

DVDs — the way most Indies made money — started to give way to digital distribution via the Internet. Web series, such as Memphis indie collective Corduroy Wednesday’s sci fi comedy The Conversion, began to spring up on YouTube.

With actress and director Greta Gerwig’s star-making turn in 2013’s Francis Ha, it seemed that the only aspect of the American DIY movement that would survive the transition from mumblecore to mainstream was a naturalistic acting style. Founding father Soderbergh announced his retirement in 2013 with a blistering condemnation of the Hollywood machine. Lena Dunham’s 2010 festival hit Tiny Furniture caught the eye of producer Judd Apatow, and the pair hatched HBO’s Girls, which wears its indie roots on its sleeve and has become a national phenomenon.

The Indie spirit is alive and well, even if it may bypass theaters in the future.