Thursday, February 24, 2011
The Celesting Prophecy coming soon to mollywhop your eardrums...pricks.
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
Oh, and don’t think I didn’t notice how DOPE this Eighty4 Fly track is! Or the fact that just about every rapper you might know from Seattle makes a cameo (Brain is ready for his close-up Mr. De Mille). I just got distracted…as I tend to do.
Monday, February 21, 2011
Saturday, February 19, 2011
Thursday, February 17, 2011
Hi, I’m back. First off, I must publicly apologize to Benny and Catch for not posting in a while. The thing is, I’ve been working on a screenplay. It’s kind of like Lord of The Rings meets Menace 2 Society, but with way more chimpanzees….and midgets. Don’t try to understand. It’s beyond you.
I’ve been stealing from Ice Cube all my life. Most recently a poster from a co-worker’s house. He deserved it. Dude was playing World of Warcraft. Sometimes you gotta draw a line in the sand, and a motherfucker that plays W.O.W. should not be allowed to have a poster of Ice Cube in his house. Dig?
I recently attended a free outdoor street concert that was part of the Dew Tour. This glorious event was located in beautiful downtown Ogden, Utah….yeah, I don’t expect anyone to know where that is. Just know that the Dew Tour comes here every year because the snow is the best in the country (suck it, Colorado), and because every snowboarder needs to be able to say he banged a Mormon chick (they are ALL hot, trust me).
I’ve talked a lot of shit about Ice Cube over the last few years…. *cough* are we there yet? *cough*. I have become a bitter, disappointed, cranky old bastard. Besides Cube, I feel that a lot of my childhood heroes have fallen from grace. Listening to an album from a favorite artist that just doesn’t measure up is like going to buy a used car and finding that your salesman is Charles Barkley. It’s just a “what the FUCK, Chuck!?!?!” moment.
“Yeah, yeah, BrainSlice, what the fuck are you babbling about?!” *exhales forcefully, coughs* Damn, it’s good to be back in Utah (solid tweeds). My point is, I was prepared to be disappointed, but I wasn’t. I mean, how can Ice FUCKING Cube not put on a good show? The shit was fucking apocalyptic. There were moments when I thought I was in Egypt with bread strapped around my head getting fucking rocks thrown at me. When the dude starts his set with “Check Yo’ Self” how can you go wrong? *takes another hit* It was surreal. The crowd was composed of trailer-trash mullet-heads, Ogden Trece, wannabe MMA fighters with faux-hawks (what the fuck is it with Utah?), and skanky snowboarder groupies. I think there may have even been a few black people there. Ice Cube didn’t give a fuck. That’s the thing. It got me thinking. He never has. *exhales, coughs*
If you don’t know the history of O’Shea Jackson, get the fuck outta here. No, seriously, I think you should GET THE FUCK out of here if you are reading this and don’t already know about Ice Cube. Still here? OK asshole, listen up.
He is not just a rapper. He is an artist, a lyricist, a writer, a businessman, and a he’s smarter than you, asshole. He created NWA, wrote all of Dre and Eazy’s lyrics on one of the most influential, groundbreaking, and controversial Hip Hop albums of all time: “Straight Outta Compton”. When he realized he was being ass-raped by his manager, he gave Jerry Heller the finger and moved on. He then proceeded to create another monumental gangsta rap masterpiece by teaming up with Public Enemy’s East Coast production team: The Bomb Squad. The list goes on: crossing over to acting and delivering a painfully convincing performance as Doughboy in John Singleton’s “Boyz ‘n Tha Hood”, writing screenplays (with Singleton’s encouragement) for “Friday” and its sequels, etc. I ain’t gonna be your personal Wikipedia, so go look the rest up yourself. Just know that is the tip of the iceberg. All these things were done by him, knowing that others didn’t think he could do it. So, for that, I tip my fitted to the man.
Even though I may not like his recent projects as much as the classic shit, I still consider him one of my heroes. So now, my second apology of this post. Sorry Cube. Sorry for stealing almost every one of your cassette tapes from the local record store when I was a kid, sorry for talking shit about TBS, and sorry for thinking that your concert might suck. You are not to be fucked with. Peace.
P.S. Catch loves cunts. He told me that earlier.
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
Tuesday, February 8, 2011
I will say this though...Dyme Def, 800lb, and T.I.T.S. are never at a loss for sexy women in their videos either...see Brooklyn Murphy.
And a party it was last night at Capitol Club for the regularly scheduled Monday night party, Jet Set. In case you've had your head in the sand, Jet Set is a weekly party put on by Members Only that features resident DJ's 100Proof and Swervewon and usually a performance by some local artists or guest DJ. In my experience these parties are usually live...and this Monday was no different. Last night was the album release party for Hi-Life Soundsystem (@HilifeSound). The HLS trio is made up of rappers Khingz, B-Flat, and producer Crispy. HLS have released a couple tracks (Death Of The Party, Bounce) but other than that the remainder has been kept well under wraps until last night. The party got started as usual with DJ 100proof starting things off and then giving way to Swervewon. Shortly after that Khingzand B-Flat took the "stage" as people crowded around. As ironic as it sounds, the party really got started when the duo let loose with Death Of The Party...and continued throughout the night. They invited guests Helladope, Mikey Nice, and State Of The Artist to the "stage" to perform their feature tracks. Hi-Life bowed out gracefully after a few songs as DJ Vitamin D took over on the wheels for his J Dilla inspired set. It's safe to say that Hi-Life turned the party out. The best part for those of you who are monetarily challenged...the album is FREE. I couldn't believe it either...I even brought cash to buy it, but who am I to argue with the dude Khingz giving away free albums during his birthweek. Hit the link below to download the album, and check out Jet Set every Monday at Capitol Club.
Saturday, February 5, 2011
Let me start by saying this: I’m nobody. And I know it. I’m just a dude who’s had a love affair with hip-hop for over 25 years now…damn, I’m old. Maybe that’s the reason I just don’t get Brandon McCartney. Every time I hear a song/see yet another self-directed video/read a writer-who-I-respect’s decree of why I should be paying attention to Lil B, I’m left shaking my head like an old man watching some bad ass kids misbehaving.
I’ve also never had the opportunity to bask in the glow of the Based God. Because of that, I don’t claim to have any specific insight into his thinking, or lack thereof. However, after first seeing “Wonton Soup” included in Complex Magazine’s top 25 songs of 2010, and then reading the well-crafted, well-researched article by Andrew Noz on the NPR blog, I just had to get my thoughts out on Mr. Degeneres.
Back in the day, Cocaine Blunts was the first blog I ever latched onto, so with a full dose of appreciation and respect, I promised myself I’d read his article with an open mind – which I did. To say I was impressed with the examples Mr. Noz posted would be an understatement. Many of those songs, I had not heard, and they showed a side I hadn’t seen. Needless to say, these examples threw some of my pre-conceived notions into a moderate tailspin; is Lil B really the second coming of Tupac Shakur, or a second cousin of Eli Porter? I’m still leaning toward the latter.
The contradiction in B’s subject matter implies more of an air of ignorance than complexity to me - mostly because of the absolute extremes of that contradiction; I understand sarcasm and irony, I just don’t know Lil B deserves that much credit. I mean, the “’Cooking Dance’ How-To Video” is hilarious – and the occasional smirk would seem to indicate he’s clownin’. But, there are a million minions out there trying to become “Master Chefs,” and they ain’t all playin’ with a full set of spatulas.
That’s one of the things that is truly befuddling to me: He has a rabid following…then again, so did Charles Manson. I’m not trying to say that the Young Based God is Manson – or even needs to be a role model, for that matter – but the love and dedication these “Chefs” show the self-proclaimed “princess” is staggering to me. I mean, what’s the real draw? What is it that has propelled Lil B to cult icon status?
I appreciate the counter-culture movement…used to take pride in that myself. That Reading Rainbow t-shirt? Fucking. Awesome. I also respect the way he’s harnessed the power of the internet – nobody uses it to his advantage like B does. From a large Twitter following, to the “ten million YouTube,” this “artist” – unsigned, no less – has really carved quite a niche for himself; he’s made, what I would deem, the mostly irrelevant, relevant…all by himself. For that, I tip my fitted.
But why is Based considered to be so cool? Why reward something so…lazy? Half the time it’s just bad freestyling that isn’t even worth remembering – as evidenced by the way the Based God himself can barely remember his own lines in most of the videos he directs (even the fucking chorus in many cases). And going off beat can work for added emphasis…on occasion. Consistently ignoring your beat for the sake of ignoring it just doesn’t work for me, though.
It’s also possible that I’m just not meant to understand some of the esoteric, monotonous, rambling-flow Lil B brandishes. Maybe I’m just not the target audience. That’s cool. Not everybody has to like everything out there. Case in point: “Like a G6”…although I can’t figure out why ANYBODY likes that piece of shit (and yes, it still gets play on the radio around here…fml).
Then again, maybe I am the target audience. If the Based God is really trying to rebel against the old guard of hip-hop, if his intent is to give the finger to the ideas and ideals of the culture that the golden era – and those before it – created, then right now I’m getting the bird.
Look, I’m not hating. I don’t think Lil B is anything like the Far East Movement. It’s just crazy to me how many people in-the-know seem to think he’s such an important figure, likening him to some of the greatest. And I realize that Noz was only using Tupac as a reference point; I think it was a comparison for the sake of argument more than anything. In reality, for every “Age of Information” (which is his best cut IMO), there’s at least fifteen “Wonton Soup”’s. However, for every “I Get Around”, there’s twenty “Dear Momma”’s and “Brenda’s Got a Baby”’s – I think we can all agree that the comparison really begins and ends at each thumbing their nose at society’s stereotypes; one with more purpose than the other, of course.
Maybe I’m just not approaching Lil B’s vast catalogue correctly. Maybe I’m supposed to be laughing. Maybe that’s why he did “Hoes On My Dick” with Andy Milonakis. But for every slight snicker I get from shit like that, there’s a sneer right behind it, caused by blatantly bad lyrics…lazy delivery…”directing” himself to rap to his shadow on a wall in a video…insisting on signing his name on every tweet (we know who it is, dog)…the list goes on.
Of course, the simple fact that I spent all of this time researching, listening, and writing this column lends credence to those that continually claim Lil B’s relevance cannot be overlooked. For that, kudos to them. However, while I’m always willing to give credit where credit is due, I won’t give it where I don’t feel it’s deserved. Thanks, but no thanks, Based God - I’m just not ready to put my 25-year history of love for this culture (however inconsequential) in your corner…no matter how much I dig that “Reading Rainbow” shirt.
–catch91 (in case you didn’t know)