hello all,
wow, not sure what to say. i heard one of their songs briefly before i went on my trip almost 5 months ago, but i kind of wrote them off because they looked so young and just sounded like another drug-addled band.
forward maybe 2 months later and i'm in sofia, bulgaria, couchsurfing with a married couple that were all about MGMT. paid more attention, saw the video and was like, "cool and weird, but gimmicky and the song is too long." i come back and get reminded by katie about how good they are, she hooks me up with their album and i'm a fried egg on an arizona sidewalk.
still very drugalicious, but damn, this band...they pushed it to the next level. you know what this means, right? electro-indie is the new phase of "cool music." (not going to stop me from wanting to punch hipsters).
today's song is my favorite one out of their album -- just real melodic and catchy. and usually, when a song bursts into a solo i get bored and want to skip it, but it's different with this song. i swear, they can sing that chorus 10 more times and i'll still be happy.
either way, hopefully this will get your blood pumping as you start your work week. enjoy it like i know you could. oh yeah, sugar pie honey bunch.
-- sonnyred
oh yeah, that couple serve as a prime example of a passion for good music. i mean, this couple, from buttfuck bulgaria knew what was up. and us, we are in one of the biggest music/cultural meccas of the world. don't take it for granted. go out there, seek and destroy, and build. take kroq off your radio dial, damnit. how many more times can you hear an 80s flashback block party where they think green day is the greatest thing to rock music and chris martin is pablo neruda (or sam beam)? i mean, granted i want to be cool like those full sized pickup trucks with 6 inch suspension lifts, famous stars and straps stickers on the back window and wearing "tapout" shirts, too. i promise, independent music is a dark, scary tunnel. where do you start? where do you go? how do you get out? point is, you go in, and you don't get out. but stay in long enough, your aperture will open, and you'll see amazing things.
http://www.box.net/shared/9mbsh2cg0s
Sunday, June 29, 2008
Wednesday, June 25, 2008
"Blind Man" - Cut Chemist > MED
what up everyone,
hope ya'll like this rapid, spit-fire, blow the fuck up, NRA, charlton heston being carried on your shoulders, dust off the vhs and throw in menace II society, get a basketball and put a spin on it when you bounce pass it to someone, go down to the local carniceria and eat some of that chicharonnes while you're waiting for them to weigh the asada, throw on a diaper get a sixpack and watch a triple header, too damn hot for a shirt so walk around in your wife beater, get some corn and spread butter squeeze some lime sprinkle some chili flavored lucas powder squirt some tapatio and top it off with some mayonnaise, mega hold nah fuck that dep super mega hold gel and spike your hair up and shake someone's hand before washing it, slam that lobbed up tennis ball even though you're probably going to slam it over the fence and have it get stuck in some bushes, eat some 911 hooters hot wings and wipe your hands with a wetnap and then get something stuck in your contact lens, telling your best friend you're secretly in love with her, talk in the tone of a retarded person even though you know it ain't cool and that ain't right, and karma's a bitch but you're much worse so karma better watch the fuck out -- type song.
-- sonnyred
http://www.box.net/shared/npzple6684
hope ya'll like this rapid, spit-fire, blow the fuck up, NRA, charlton heston being carried on your shoulders, dust off the vhs and throw in menace II society, get a basketball and put a spin on it when you bounce pass it to someone, go down to the local carniceria and eat some of that chicharonnes while you're waiting for them to weigh the asada, throw on a diaper get a sixpack and watch a triple header, too damn hot for a shirt so walk around in your wife beater, get some corn and spread butter squeeze some lime sprinkle some chili flavored lucas powder squirt some tapatio and top it off with some mayonnaise, mega hold nah fuck that dep super mega hold gel and spike your hair up and shake someone's hand before washing it, slam that lobbed up tennis ball even though you're probably going to slam it over the fence and have it get stuck in some bushes, eat some 911 hooters hot wings and wipe your hands with a wetnap and then get something stuck in your contact lens, telling your best friend you're secretly in love with her, talk in the tone of a retarded person even though you know it ain't cool and that ain't right, and karma's a bitch but you're much worse so karma better watch the fuck out -- type song.
-- sonnyred
http://www.box.net/shared/npzple6684
"Skeleton Key" - Margot and the Nuclear So & So's
hello all,
sending this song out ...i think i sent it before, but you know, new people on the list, and bad memory permits me to resend. on top of that __ski-badoski likes this song so, here you go (thanks for letting me drop in on you at sunset, it stoked me all day long, you badoski, you)....andrew come here, punk!
well, at first i fell in love with the melody of this song. sounds innocent enough, right? well, then i heard more and more and just love the melody, it's really not that elementary. it's a rather complex and intricately honest story...i'm thinking it's about a guy that cheats on a girl or a guy that was involved with a girl that was cheating on her man and leading him on.
this song definitely found its relevance in me and some of the dumb shit i've done before and/or allowed to happen to me. i'm telling you, sometimes, i think i value music so much because it lets me know i'm not lance armstrong in my shortcomings. either way, many sorrows would've floated if this song was to have been around when i was, say 15-19 years old? all the wiser, all the reminders, wrapped up in a nice whole wheat tortilla for your listening pleasure.
enjoy
-- sonnyred
http://www.box.net/shared/aewh0soow0
SKELETON KEY
I did a sick, sick thing to my love
My lack of loyalty, it swallowed her up
And she cooked me food
She squirmed and turned
Like a skeleton key
She left her man and attended to me
And don't call me that
Don't claim you love me
Cause you know that ain't true
My dire affliction I'll attribute to you
And you're finally free
To twist and turn
Like a skeleton key
You've gotta let me know
You've gotta let me know
I did a horrible thing to that girl
I bread my misery and drowned it in her
And she got me high
And I hardly noticed there were tears in her eyes
And I miss you less and less everyday
This stream of whisky's helped to wash you away
And it's clear to see
You're nothing special
You're a skeleton key
You've gotta let me know
You've gotta let me know
You've gotta let me know
You've gotta let me know
sending this song out ...i think i sent it before, but you know, new people on the list, and bad memory permits me to resend. on top of that __ski-badoski likes this song so, here you go (thanks for letting me drop in on you at sunset, it stoked me all day long, you badoski, you)....andrew come here, punk!
well, at first i fell in love with the melody of this song. sounds innocent enough, right? well, then i heard more and more and just love the melody, it's really not that elementary. it's a rather complex and intricately honest story...i'm thinking it's about a guy that cheats on a girl or a guy that was involved with a girl that was cheating on her man and leading him on.
this song definitely found its relevance in me and some of the dumb shit i've done before and/or allowed to happen to me. i'm telling you, sometimes, i think i value music so much because it lets me know i'm not lance armstrong in my shortcomings. either way, many sorrows would've floated if this song was to have been around when i was, say 15-19 years old? all the wiser, all the reminders, wrapped up in a nice whole wheat tortilla for your listening pleasure.
enjoy
-- sonnyred
http://www.box.net/shared/aewh0soow0
SKELETON KEY
I did a sick, sick thing to my love
My lack of loyalty, it swallowed her up
And she cooked me food
She squirmed and turned
Like a skeleton key
She left her man and attended to me
And don't call me that
Don't claim you love me
Cause you know that ain't true
My dire affliction I'll attribute to you
And you're finally free
To twist and turn
Like a skeleton key
You've gotta let me know
You've gotta let me know
I did a horrible thing to that girl
I bread my misery and drowned it in her
And she got me high
And I hardly noticed there were tears in her eyes
And I miss you less and less everyday
This stream of whisky's helped to wash you away
And it's clear to see
You're nothing special
You're a skeleton key
You've gotta let me know
You've gotta let me know
You've gotta let me know
You've gotta let me know
"Anorak Christmas" - Sally Shapiro
what up ya'll,
what is wrong with me? why do i like this? i'm not going to explain what it is (gay). i'm not going to explain what it isn't (masculine). i'm not going to explain how it makes me feel (like a princess).
take a listen to this one and let me know what you think. you know, truth be told, i once dated a girl (that's only partly true) that had a friend, right? (that in itself is partly true because we all know girls secretly hate their own girlfriends). well, her friend would talk in the most, high-pitched voice and try to sound all cute and stuff, like a baby sea otter and stuff.
well, she'd always complain about how her friend always tried so hard to sound cute and impress all the boys by speaking that way. i'd agree with her, too -- "for real, what the fuck. i hate it when she talks like that, all sounding like a baby sea otter and stuff."
(and all cute and stuff)
-- sonnyred
http://www.box.net/shared/jkvwgyog80
what is wrong with me? why do i like this? i'm not going to explain what it is (gay). i'm not going to explain what it isn't (masculine). i'm not going to explain how it makes me feel (like a princess).
take a listen to this one and let me know what you think. you know, truth be told, i once dated a girl (that's only partly true) that had a friend, right? (that in itself is partly true because we all know girls secretly hate their own girlfriends). well, her friend would talk in the most, high-pitched voice and try to sound all cute and stuff, like a baby sea otter and stuff.
well, she'd always complain about how her friend always tried so hard to sound cute and impress all the boys by speaking that way. i'd agree with her, too -- "for real, what the fuck. i hate it when she talks like that, all sounding like a baby sea otter and stuff."
(and all cute and stuff)
-- sonnyred
http://www.box.net/shared/jkvwgyog80
Monday, June 23, 2008
Shaq Freestyle - Kobe Diss
what up everyone,
today's track is a link that you guys need to check out. no downloading, just a straight up youtube shaq freestyle. i'm sure this will draw a reaction out of everyone so check this out. i think this is from a peter gunnz concert:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u8j1N2ttUqk
and that's why i love shaq's persona. here's the deal, shaq used to rhyme with fu schnikens back in the day. on top of that, he once rocked this verse big time on a rare wu tang cut from back in the day...before he blew up. so i give him credit, he's in the thick of hip hop culture and he holds his own as a freestyle. you can tell when you hear it that none of it is premeditated -- which is an insecurity that plagues most of the dopest MCs.
enough jibba jabba, click that shit fool!
-- sonnyred
today's track is a link that you guys need to check out. no downloading, just a straight up youtube shaq freestyle. i'm sure this will draw a reaction out of everyone so check this out. i think this is from a peter gunnz concert:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u8j1N2ttUqk
and that's why i love shaq's persona. here's the deal, shaq used to rhyme with fu schnikens back in the day. on top of that, he once rocked this verse big time on a rare wu tang cut from back in the day...before he blew up. so i give him credit, he's in the thick of hip hop culture and he holds his own as a freestyle. you can tell when you hear it that none of it is premeditated -- which is an insecurity that plagues most of the dopest MCs.
enough jibba jabba, click that shit fool!
-- sonnyred
"Kindling" - Architecture in Helsinki
hello all,
hope everyone had a nice weekend. an interesting phenomenon happened to me last night. i was searching for my car keys, fuck it, lost it, i have a "hide-a-key" somewhere, no biggie. i retraced my steps and found them! how often does that happen? when someone tells you they lose something....
them: i lost _____.
you: where did you last leave them?
them: i don't know. (if they're a smart ass, "if i knew i wouldn't have lost them right?")
you: did you try retracing your steps?
them: yes. i didn't see them
(here is where you stop giving a fuck about where the _________ are because of that smart ass comment earlier)
well, i retraced my steps and found them!! how often does that occur? for a stoner, never. that goes vamoosh, and next thing you know i'm wrapping a towel around my elbow so that i can smash the window in.
ok, architecture in helsinki. sending because: 1) cindy loves them. 2) listening to them really made me feel comfortable when i was on those 14 hour overnight bus rides from central turkey or 12 hour soviet train rides through ukraine. listening to this as you cruise through nowhere, in the middle of the night, with a bunch of people staring at you, is like tomato soup for your grilled cheese heart.
and you know, at first listen, they're quite cute like a basketfull of puppies. but you really listen to the lyrics and follow along with the word play, you'll realize these aussies are also smart and meaningful. it's like a basketful of puppies that do long division.
hopefully you can see the beauty in them, too. have a good work week. and if you don't, remember, it's only work.
-- sonnyred.
http://www.box.net/shared/ggiyvyn0g0
KINDLING
You won’t count to seven it’s usually ‘til ten.
To hell with Sydney girls you’re much better than them.
On my mattress I’ve been drawing a line,
where I’ll shut my eyes and where you should lie,
you should lie, if you should lie.
I’ll be a lighter of fires,
you be the fighter of fires,
I’ll be the fighter of fires,
you be the lighter fires.
Should I choose to stay here now all depends,
on buildings, buses, streets, trees, rain and friends
on my mattress I’ve been drawing a line,
where I’ll shut my eyes and where you should lie,
If you should lie.
I’ll be a lighter of fires
you’ll be a fighter of fires,
I’ll be a fighter of fires
you be a lighter of fires.
hope everyone had a nice weekend. an interesting phenomenon happened to me last night. i was searching for my car keys, fuck it, lost it, i have a "hide-a-key" somewhere, no biggie. i retraced my steps and found them! how often does that happen? when someone tells you they lose something....
them: i lost _____.
you: where did you last leave them?
them: i don't know. (if they're a smart ass, "if i knew i wouldn't have lost them right?")
you: did you try retracing your steps?
them: yes. i didn't see them
(here is where you stop giving a fuck about where the _________ are because of that smart ass comment earlier)
well, i retraced my steps and found them!! how often does that occur? for a stoner, never. that goes vamoosh, and next thing you know i'm wrapping a towel around my elbow so that i can smash the window in.
ok, architecture in helsinki. sending because: 1) cindy loves them. 2) listening to them really made me feel comfortable when i was on those 14 hour overnight bus rides from central turkey or 12 hour soviet train rides through ukraine. listening to this as you cruise through nowhere, in the middle of the night, with a bunch of people staring at you, is like tomato soup for your grilled cheese heart.
and you know, at first listen, they're quite cute like a basketfull of puppies. but you really listen to the lyrics and follow along with the word play, you'll realize these aussies are also smart and meaningful. it's like a basketful of puppies that do long division.
hopefully you can see the beauty in them, too. have a good work week. and if you don't, remember, it's only work.
-- sonnyred.
http://www.box.net/shared/ggiyvyn0g0
KINDLING
You won’t count to seven it’s usually ‘til ten.
To hell with Sydney girls you’re much better than them.
On my mattress I’ve been drawing a line,
where I’ll shut my eyes and where you should lie,
you should lie, if you should lie.
I’ll be a lighter of fires,
you be the fighter of fires,
I’ll be the fighter of fires,
you be the lighter fires.
Should I choose to stay here now all depends,
on buildings, buses, streets, trees, rain and friends
on my mattress I’ve been drawing a line,
where I’ll shut my eyes and where you should lie,
If you should lie.
I’ll be a lighter of fires
you’ll be a fighter of fires,
I’ll be a fighter of fires
you be a lighter of fires.
Sunday, June 22, 2008
DJ T-Rock and Squashy Nice (no idea what the track names are)
what up everyone,
everyone staying warm, i'm sure? hope you all had a good weekend...so i was driving somewhere and realized that i forgot my ipod. "shit, what do i do? i'm such a slave to it."
well, i was only down the block but you know..gas prices and what not. so, while i was gone a bunch of people borrowed my truck so that they could move stuff, i turned on the radio and discovered that they're still rotating the same ol' bullshit on kroq as they did 10-15 years ago, so fuck it! i was so angry.
then i went through a few cds. cds that i buy or obtain and never listen to. and some of which my friends throw into my truck to rock while they move stuff. you know, outside the venues when they have those cats trying to sell their stuff? like it or not, i usually like to show some support (too $hort style) to sustain their efforts. threw one in and it was awful.
then i threw this one in and don't ever remember it being given to me. what a gift!! i'm so happy to have come across this gem. i've attached two tracks for you guys to listen to. the entire cd has this same chill mood that'll go perfect with caiparinahs and the summer solstice. hip hop, is glorious.
either way, enjoy.
-- sonnyred
http://www.box.net/shared/ijzvtf9ws8
http://www.box.net/shared/y67ouwly8g
everyone staying warm, i'm sure? hope you all had a good weekend...so i was driving somewhere and realized that i forgot my ipod. "shit, what do i do? i'm such a slave to it."
well, i was only down the block but you know..gas prices and what not. so, while i was gone a bunch of people borrowed my truck so that they could move stuff, i turned on the radio and discovered that they're still rotating the same ol' bullshit on kroq as they did 10-15 years ago, so fuck it! i was so angry.
then i went through a few cds. cds that i buy or obtain and never listen to. and some of which my friends throw into my truck to rock while they move stuff. you know, outside the venues when they have those cats trying to sell their stuff? like it or not, i usually like to show some support (too $hort style) to sustain their efforts. threw one in and it was awful.
then i threw this one in and don't ever remember it being given to me. what a gift!! i'm so happy to have come across this gem. i've attached two tracks for you guys to listen to. the entire cd has this same chill mood that'll go perfect with caiparinahs and the summer solstice. hip hop, is glorious.
either way, enjoy.
-- sonnyred
http://www.box.net/shared/ijzvtf9ws8
http://www.box.net/shared/y67ouwly8g
Thursday, June 19, 2008
"Spanish Winter" - Blu
what up ya'll,
my bad for not sending out a song yesterday, i was too busy doing nothing; living that "bro"-hemian lifestyle, word? well, as i mentioned earlier, i'm pretty stoked with blu, this new mc on the scene.
it's just not as great as it used to be, but you know, it doesn't mean we can't give up on this and give up on the next dawn of hip hop. you know, i was thinking about this a few years ago, things run in cycles, right?
and you know with great force comes great opposition. remember the golden era of underground hip hop (92-97?) there was that whole westside connection/gangsta shit that was just blowing the fuck up on the radio. so it's not like it was all gravy, there was opposition. and i remember a time when the only cats that rocked new balances were old white men. i rocked the camoflauge, rugged stuff and all those gangsta raps cat would get all beefed up at me at the mall...definitely opposition. clowned at, laughed at, but then you know...when wu dropped wu tang forever, a bunch of those cats started rocking the chrome dipped plastic medallions and i turned the table on them and started exploiting them.
either way, i think a year or two ago westside connection tried dropping another big, gangsta west coast anthem and i was secretly praying that underground will witness a resurgence. but you know, none of them really made any waves.
perhaps the reason underground hip hop/rap has become so stagnant is because even mainstream rap has become stagnant. i totally hope that wack shit will come back. but as long as ya'll have your tvs tuned to mtv, everyone will have to suffer with mediocre shit.
-- sonnyred
http://www.box.net/shared/j5avstvokc
my bad for not sending out a song yesterday, i was too busy doing nothing; living that "bro"-hemian lifestyle, word? well, as i mentioned earlier, i'm pretty stoked with blu, this new mc on the scene.
it's just not as great as it used to be, but you know, it doesn't mean we can't give up on this and give up on the next dawn of hip hop. you know, i was thinking about this a few years ago, things run in cycles, right?
and you know with great force comes great opposition. remember the golden era of underground hip hop (92-97?) there was that whole westside connection/gangsta shit that was just blowing the fuck up on the radio. so it's not like it was all gravy, there was opposition. and i remember a time when the only cats that rocked new balances were old white men. i rocked the camoflauge, rugged stuff and all those gangsta raps cat would get all beefed up at me at the mall...definitely opposition. clowned at, laughed at, but then you know...when wu dropped wu tang forever, a bunch of those cats started rocking the chrome dipped plastic medallions and i turned the table on them and started exploiting them.
either way, i think a year or two ago westside connection tried dropping another big, gangsta west coast anthem and i was secretly praying that underground will witness a resurgence. but you know, none of them really made any waves.
perhaps the reason underground hip hop/rap has become so stagnant is because even mainstream rap has become stagnant. i totally hope that wack shit will come back. but as long as ya'll have your tvs tuned to mtv, everyone will have to suffer with mediocre shit.
-- sonnyred
http://www.box.net/shared/j5avstvokc
Monday, June 16, 2008
"Love and Death" - The Stills
what up everyone?
hope you all had fun rejoicing in the lakers' victory last night. this isn't about sports, but i just thought you all should know that we are all witnessing a historical comeback...that's all.
but yeah, the stills, i sent them last week and people were feeling them so i decided to send out another one of their tracks. i can't take these guys serious as "artists" that furthers music's existence but you know...as i said last time, i think they are a very well-produced band (the way certain bands make good music, but doesn't make good art). if you read along with the lyrics, you'll see that they're rather doogie howser. but still it's catchy and it works. even the title "love and death" is uber-gay, but whatever. i like them and i will listen to them for the mood they create, not the feelings they evoke.
was that deep? (i know so). wade long enough and you'll drown. (i think so).
enjoy
-- sonnyred
http://www.box.net/shared/wktpsk80gc
LOVE AND DEATH
I'll make my own way
I'd make my own way
Don't bother counting on me, loving me
Just stand back, I'm gone
Oh, this sorry joke
You're a joke
Is all we really need
There's nothing that I'd need
Too late and too bad
I'm stuck feeling bad
Without you, I'm a mess without you
Just don't know
This is really not a joke
You're all I really need
You're all I really need
And I'm just so bored of wasting my time
Love and death are always on my mind
And I'm just so sick of wasting my time
Love and death are always on my mind
I'll make my own way
I'd make my own way
Don't bother kissing on me, loving me
Just stand back, I'm gone
Oh, this sorry joke
You're a joke
Is all we really need
There's nothing that I'd bring
And I'm just so bored of wasting my time
Love and death are always on my mind
And I'm just so sick of wasting my time
Love and death are always on my mind
hope you all had fun rejoicing in the lakers' victory last night. this isn't about sports, but i just thought you all should know that we are all witnessing a historical comeback...that's all.
but yeah, the stills, i sent them last week and people were feeling them so i decided to send out another one of their tracks. i can't take these guys serious as "artists" that furthers music's existence but you know...as i said last time, i think they are a very well-produced band (the way certain bands make good music, but doesn't make good art). if you read along with the lyrics, you'll see that they're rather doogie howser. but still it's catchy and it works. even the title "love and death" is uber-gay, but whatever. i like them and i will listen to them for the mood they create, not the feelings they evoke.
was that deep? (i know so). wade long enough and you'll drown. (i think so).
enjoy
-- sonnyred
http://www.box.net/shared/wktpsk80gc
LOVE AND DEATH
I'll make my own way
I'd make my own way
Don't bother counting on me, loving me
Just stand back, I'm gone
Oh, this sorry joke
You're a joke
Is all we really need
There's nothing that I'd need
Too late and too bad
I'm stuck feeling bad
Without you, I'm a mess without you
Just don't know
This is really not a joke
You're all I really need
You're all I really need
And I'm just so bored of wasting my time
Love and death are always on my mind
And I'm just so sick of wasting my time
Love and death are always on my mind
I'll make my own way
I'd make my own way
Don't bother kissing on me, loving me
Just stand back, I'm gone
Oh, this sorry joke
You're a joke
Is all we really need
There's nothing that I'd bring
And I'm just so bored of wasting my time
Love and death are always on my mind
And I'm just so sick of wasting my time
Love and death are always on my mind
"One Question" - Sean Price
lakers lakers ya'll!
whatever. hope everyone had a nice weekend and stuff. just wanted you guys to start off your workweek with a nice, soulful joint! damn, that cat dj babu (of beat junkies/dilated people) fame is really making some hot tracks, i guess.
i heard this sean price track, assumed it was dope ass 9th wonder on the beat, then sean price pops in with babu on the beats. i'm glad that him and other turntablists are taking the next step into producing tracks (and doing a good job at them).
ok, brief history about sean price. he's from old school hip hop (east coast) group, heltah skeltah. he was part of a bigger collective that was like wu-tang or new edition....
duck down records crew >>> boot camp click >>> heltah skeltah >>> tawshawn rock and tawshawn ruck.
but i think he had a falling out with ruck (he was rock). and ogc (originoo gun clappaz...i sent out some tracks by them before, "hurricane starang" and "no fear") combined with heltah skeltah was the fab 5. just crazy connections.
and you know 9th wonder did cd with sean price, and 9th wonder is originally from little brother, but they had a falling out...
just so much drama, that's why hip hop is so big and popular; it eludes, it paints this exotic, ghetto landscape, and it is PERSONIFIED. it is a living, breathing monster, and it will trounce you.
enjoy!
-- sonnyred
http://www.box.net/shared/yxdbuib0o4
whatever. hope everyone had a nice weekend and stuff. just wanted you guys to start off your workweek with a nice, soulful joint! damn, that cat dj babu (of beat junkies/dilated people) fame is really making some hot tracks, i guess.
i heard this sean price track, assumed it was dope ass 9th wonder on the beat, then sean price pops in with babu on the beats. i'm glad that him and other turntablists are taking the next step into producing tracks (and doing a good job at them).
ok, brief history about sean price. he's from old school hip hop (east coast) group, heltah skeltah. he was part of a bigger collective that was like wu-tang or new edition....
duck down records crew >>> boot camp click >>> heltah skeltah >>> tawshawn rock and tawshawn ruck.
but i think he had a falling out with ruck (he was rock). and ogc (originoo gun clappaz...i sent out some tracks by them before, "hurricane starang" and "no fear") combined with heltah skeltah was the fab 5. just crazy connections.
and you know 9th wonder did cd with sean price, and 9th wonder is originally from little brother, but they had a falling out...
just so much drama, that's why hip hop is so big and popular; it eludes, it paints this exotic, ghetto landscape, and it is PERSONIFIED. it is a living, breathing monster, and it will trounce you.
enjoy!
-- sonnyred
http://www.box.net/shared/yxdbuib0o4
Thursday, June 12, 2008
"Whassup With You" - Buckshot
what up ya'll?
you know, there's this magician, his name is 9th wonder. everything he touches rarely turns gold, but you know, he has this power to control people. to make people do things from thousands of miles away, and he doesn't even have to know you exist in order to do so.
it's magical. he's not dilla (he's alive). he's not kanye (dare i say he's more soulful?). he's 9th wonder. and whenever roy tells me there's a new track/album that gets produced by 9th, i just get all excited inside.
he can't make club anthems the way kanye does, with people going crazy and buying horizontal venetian-blind sunglasses, he isn't as marketable to non-black folk. and then there's dilla, my favorite of course, but you know, 9th doesn't make bangers with those choppy, distorted drums. he probably can't lure in those skater dudes that also like that style of beats that just bangs on your eardrums.
a kanye track makes me want to dance or turn up my speakers. a dilla beat makes me want to curl my lower lip and stick my chin out. a 9th wonder beat turns my head into an ocean buoy.
9th wonder is some skinny ass ordinary black dude that turns into that old school wrestler zeus when he gets behind a mixing board. you won't find him on kiis fm or power 106, or in the latest skate video...but if you find yourself slouching back at a booth, where girls rock kangols and sweaty thighs, you'll find a 9th wonder beat. he inhabits classy joints, he adds melanin to the palest of souls, he makes you want to bob your head so much you'll get muthafuckin scoliosis.
(and shit)
http://www.box.net/shared/a0xeunvy88
you know, there's this magician, his name is 9th wonder. everything he touches rarely turns gold, but you know, he has this power to control people. to make people do things from thousands of miles away, and he doesn't even have to know you exist in order to do so.
it's magical. he's not dilla (he's alive). he's not kanye (dare i say he's more soulful?). he's 9th wonder. and whenever roy tells me there's a new track/album that gets produced by 9th, i just get all excited inside.
he can't make club anthems the way kanye does, with people going crazy and buying horizontal venetian-blind sunglasses, he isn't as marketable to non-black folk. and then there's dilla, my favorite of course, but you know, 9th doesn't make bangers with those choppy, distorted drums. he probably can't lure in those skater dudes that also like that style of beats that just bangs on your eardrums.
a kanye track makes me want to dance or turn up my speakers. a dilla beat makes me want to curl my lower lip and stick my chin out. a 9th wonder beat turns my head into an ocean buoy.
9th wonder is some skinny ass ordinary black dude that turns into that old school wrestler zeus when he gets behind a mixing board. you won't find him on kiis fm or power 106, or in the latest skate video...but if you find yourself slouching back at a booth, where girls rock kangols and sweaty thighs, you'll find a 9th wonder beat. he inhabits classy joints, he adds melanin to the palest of souls, he makes you want to bob your head so much you'll get muthafuckin scoliosis.
(and shit)
http://www.box.net/shared/a0xeunvy88
Wednesday, June 11, 2008
"Thousand Miles" - Iron and Wine
hello all,
i was lying down on my back, chilling the other day, back in la, enjoying the newborn summer and what not. you know, arms behind my head as if i was just about to be put under arrest for lounging. enjoying and thinking about my freedom on that tuesday afternoon, i just noticed this small birthmark/mole thing on the inside of my bicep for the first time and wondered how long it had been there and why i didn't notice it before.
just one of the side effects of living for yourself, right? but you know, with freedom comes accountability and with freedom comes independence and with freedom comes self-reliance and it's wonderful...this independence comes at quite a small price, and it's not check-to-check, either. what more than having a few minor things go unnoticed and another slice of pizza that you shouldn't have, and purchasing family-sized bottles of bourbon at costco with no reservations, right? i mean, a tree falls in the forest and it doesn't matter whether or not it makes a sound.
i have a birthmark/mole thing on the inside of my arm.
a tree fell in the forest and it sounded like this...
-- sonnyred
http://www.box.net/shared/r2suejhssg
THOUSAND MILES
Pull the braid from your hair, so it falls down your back
I just passed Spartanburg, cigarettes on the dash
Will you wait on the swing, in the front of the house?
Or the steps of the porch in a white cotton blouse?
Thousand miles that I drove, thirty more left to go
Will you cry when you wake, when you see me today?
Is your father at home? Does he know where I’ve been?
He don’t like me because I remind you of him
Let’s just drive to the point, watch the sky lose the light
I’ve been gone far too long not to kiss you tonight
Thousand miles that I drove, thirty more left to go
Will you cry when you wake, when you see me today?
Na na na
Na na na
Na na na
Na na na
Na na na
Na na na
i was lying down on my back, chilling the other day, back in la, enjoying the newborn summer and what not. you know, arms behind my head as if i was just about to be put under arrest for lounging. enjoying and thinking about my freedom on that tuesday afternoon, i just noticed this small birthmark/mole thing on the inside of my bicep for the first time and wondered how long it had been there and why i didn't notice it before.
just one of the side effects of living for yourself, right? but you know, with freedom comes accountability and with freedom comes independence and with freedom comes self-reliance and it's wonderful...this independence comes at quite a small price, and it's not check-to-check, either. what more than having a few minor things go unnoticed and another slice of pizza that you shouldn't have, and purchasing family-sized bottles of bourbon at costco with no reservations, right? i mean, a tree falls in the forest and it doesn't matter whether or not it makes a sound.
i have a birthmark/mole thing on the inside of my arm.
a tree fell in the forest and it sounded like this...
-- sonnyred
http://www.box.net/shared/r2suejhssg
THOUSAND MILES
Pull the braid from your hair, so it falls down your back
I just passed Spartanburg, cigarettes on the dash
Will you wait on the swing, in the front of the house?
Or the steps of the porch in a white cotton blouse?
Thousand miles that I drove, thirty more left to go
Will you cry when you wake, when you see me today?
Is your father at home? Does he know where I’ve been?
He don’t like me because I remind you of him
Let’s just drive to the point, watch the sky lose the light
I’ve been gone far too long not to kiss you tonight
Thousand miles that I drove, thirty more left to go
Will you cry when you wake, when you see me today?
Na na na
Na na na
Na na na
Na na na
Na na na
Na na na
"Are You Swimming In Her Pools?" - Swan Lake
"will be you still be there when it's time to fill the pools again?"
ok, you have her, but are you going to stick around? how bout when the going gets rough? i mean, because i would. what's going on with you guys? is she treating you well (that way i can imagine what it'd be like if it was me, that was with her). no, it's true that you're good for her but i just want to be sure that you'll take good care of her. you know, all the things you are ready to give her, i am ready too, you know, in case you didn't, well maybe you should. yes, i'm sure...you guys make a good couple and i'm thinking you guys will have a good life.
but really, what i'm saying is,
"it could've been me."
-- Sonnyred
http://www.box.net/shared/swk3gbew48
Are you swimming in her pools?
Are you swimming in her pools?
Will you be brushing off her snow?
Will you be brushing off her snow?
Will you be brushing off her snow?
How can you stand the cold?
How can you stand the cold?
And if you're still there when it snows
Will you still be there when it goes?
Will you still be there when it's time
To fill the pools again?
And will you be coming back here?
Will you be coming back here?
Will you be coming back here?
Are you running up the river banks
And tracing them like long fingers
Are you running up her river banks
And navigating them?
Fingers of a hand
'Cause fingers make the hand
And rivers make the land
Is she cradling you well?
Oh is she cradling you well?
'Cause if I call you baby, she should cradle you well
Does she fucking know?
Does she fucking know?
And how the lines that appear around your eyes
When you are smiling
Are revered for the way in which they always reappear
Oh, will you be coming back here?
Oh, will you be coming back here?
Oh, will you be coming back here?
I hope you find your mother
I hope you find your mother there
I hope you find your mother there
You hit the ground running with a terrifying speed
But it's the ground you cover that terrifies me
And brace yourself for the sound of bleeding
'Cause bleeding hearts bleed
Bleeding hearts bleed
Bleeding hearts bleed
And "please" is not a word that I ever say quietly...
You said your love was fierce, fierce, fierce
You said your love was fierce, it's true
You said your love was fierce, fierce, fierce
You said your love was fierce and I agree with you
His child of the future is the child I am seeing, too
You said your love was fierce and I agree with you
These tigers at heart are the tigers I am seeing, too
You said your love was fierce and I agree with you
ok, you have her, but are you going to stick around? how bout when the going gets rough? i mean, because i would. what's going on with you guys? is she treating you well (that way i can imagine what it'd be like if it was me, that was with her). no, it's true that you're good for her but i just want to be sure that you'll take good care of her. you know, all the things you are ready to give her, i am ready too, you know, in case you didn't, well maybe you should. yes, i'm sure...you guys make a good couple and i'm thinking you guys will have a good life.
but really, what i'm saying is,
"it could've been me."
-- Sonnyred
http://www.box.net/shared/swk3gbew48
Are you swimming in her pools?
Are you swimming in her pools?
Will you be brushing off her snow?
Will you be brushing off her snow?
Will you be brushing off her snow?
How can you stand the cold?
How can you stand the cold?
And if you're still there when it snows
Will you still be there when it goes?
Will you still be there when it's time
To fill the pools again?
And will you be coming back here?
Will you be coming back here?
Will you be coming back here?
Are you running up the river banks
And tracing them like long fingers
Are you running up her river banks
And navigating them?
Fingers of a hand
'Cause fingers make the hand
And rivers make the land
Is she cradling you well?
Oh is she cradling you well?
'Cause if I call you baby, she should cradle you well
Does she fucking know?
Does she fucking know?
And how the lines that appear around your eyes
When you are smiling
Are revered for the way in which they always reappear
Oh, will you be coming back here?
Oh, will you be coming back here?
Oh, will you be coming back here?
I hope you find your mother
I hope you find your mother there
I hope you find your mother there
You hit the ground running with a terrifying speed
But it's the ground you cover that terrifies me
And brace yourself for the sound of bleeding
'Cause bleeding hearts bleed
Bleeding hearts bleed
Bleeding hearts bleed
And "please" is not a word that I ever say quietly...
You said your love was fierce, fierce, fierce
You said your love was fierce, it's true
You said your love was fierce, fierce, fierce
You said your love was fierce and I agree with you
His child of the future is the child I am seeing, too
You said your love was fierce and I agree with you
These tigers at heart are the tigers I am seeing, too
You said your love was fierce and I agree with you
Friday, June 6, 2008
"Baby Blues" - The Stills
hey all,
back in business...and i got my new lappie in transit so once that gets all established i'mma head over to roy's pad and just let my laptop and his harddrive bump uglies and produce babies and what not and i'll put 'em up for adoption.
not going to say too much about how i feel about being back here -- with every end comes a beginning i guess. but uhhh....how gay is this but i think i'm slowly gravitating towards "electro" music...it just seems like a natural evolution for me -- i ditched emo, punk and stuff (which i really dug) so it's just a new phase.
either way, i can't believe this song didn't catch my attention earlier, but man, did it catch me at the right time....last night in amsterdam, drinking/smoking/conversing at 4:30 am, only to wake up at 6:00 to catch a flight back. though totally inebriated, i found myself, at the brink of successfully completing my book, talking to one of the most integral people in my life, and trying to stretch the hours of the day and extend the night as long as possible. this song came out of nowhere and then the line
"this isn't the town where i wanna die"
came on and it hit me like a ton of bricks...i really don't deserve to indulge in that self-analysis, but this song really marked the end of my journey so i wanted to share it with you all. music can mean so many things, and the beauty of it is that you can pick and choose what you want from it. there really is no other form of communication quite like it. words so tangible and rigid and fluid and esoteric and melodic at the same time...how godly....
soul's on ice. mind's aflame.
-- sonnyred
BABY BLUES
I’ve doubled my pace
For half of your smile
I’m tiger-posed
I’m doggy-bagged
Crime or offence
Don’t make you cry
I love your heart
I’ve combed your eyes
I see it in your feet
Racing to mine
I like to dream
I’m caught in the sky
I hang by the fears that
Staple my life
The winter was long
The mountains were high
The fire burns blue
As I wave my goodbyes
This isn’t the town where
I wanna die
I’m worth the time
In all sincerity
I’m honestly happy
With you
So let’s make it fast
Like lightning through the cars
But just like the sixties
We won’t get very far
I’m into looks
But I’m also into books
I see it in your smile
http://www.box.net/shared/of232w18o0
back in business...and i got my new lappie in transit so once that gets all established i'mma head over to roy's pad and just let my laptop and his harddrive bump uglies and produce babies and what not and i'll put 'em up for adoption.
not going to say too much about how i feel about being back here -- with every end comes a beginning i guess. but uhhh....how gay is this but i think i'm slowly gravitating towards "electro" music...it just seems like a natural evolution for me -- i ditched emo, punk and stuff (which i really dug) so it's just a new phase.
either way, i can't believe this song didn't catch my attention earlier, but man, did it catch me at the right time....last night in amsterdam, drinking/smoking/conversing at 4:30 am, only to wake up at 6:00 to catch a flight back. though totally inebriated, i found myself, at the brink of successfully completing my book, talking to one of the most integral people in my life, and trying to stretch the hours of the day and extend the night as long as possible. this song came out of nowhere and then the line
"this isn't the town where i wanna die"
came on and it hit me like a ton of bricks...i really don't deserve to indulge in that self-analysis, but this song really marked the end of my journey so i wanted to share it with you all. music can mean so many things, and the beauty of it is that you can pick and choose what you want from it. there really is no other form of communication quite like it. words so tangible and rigid and fluid and esoteric and melodic at the same time...how godly....
soul's on ice. mind's aflame.
-- sonnyred
BABY BLUES
I’ve doubled my pace
For half of your smile
I’m tiger-posed
I’m doggy-bagged
Crime or offence
Don’t make you cry
I love your heart
I’ve combed your eyes
I see it in your feet
Racing to mine
I like to dream
I’m caught in the sky
I hang by the fears that
Staple my life
The winter was long
The mountains were high
The fire burns blue
As I wave my goodbyes
This isn’t the town where
I wanna die
I’m worth the time
In all sincerity
I’m honestly happy
With you
So let’s make it fast
Like lightning through the cars
But just like the sixties
We won’t get very far
I’m into looks
But I’m also into books
I see it in your smile
http://www.box.net/shared/of232w18o0
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