Thursday, June 26, 2008

Ooo-ooh that smell

I'm currently engrossed in a rousing game of "what's that smell" in my house, which has been thoroughly cleaned twice in the past two weeks due to company. So the pad is cleaner than usual, yet I can't trace this faint odor. Maybe I'm just losing my mind with the onset of old age.

Yes, I turn another decade older on Sunday. Just don't call me Timothy Busfield.

Jeff Weiss recently put up an article in LA Weekly about how Dilla's estate has been loosing gobs of dough fighting piracy and theft of Jay's final work. Now, normally I wouldn't take a stand on either side of a hip-hop argument, simply because its a typically a losing situation. Sure, I miss the fallen MCs, and I hate to see when my favorite-rapper-of-the-moment falls into some wacky legal misfortune not uncommon to the suddenly rich, thus delaying the drop of their next album; but, that's arguably the most cutthroat of music genres considering it's populated with the most murders. But Dilla's a different situation altogether, ascending levels of sampling and mixing that truly no deejay or producer had previously attained, and creating a wave of new breed deejays, combining crate digging with gigantor hard drives and sniper like sample cutting. You can read Weiss's generously detailed bio portion of the article, or you can pick up Dilla's opus "Donuts," which I listened to for about 2 months straight. But, back to the issue, what the hell hip-hop? Your really biting Dilla's final work, those last brushes of genius drawn literally on his deathbed? Do you have no soul? Was giving us Soulja Boy, Hurricane Chris, J-Kwon, etc not enough pain to inflict? You really have to dig and dig at this fallen star and keep adding to Ma Dukes' financial burden? Heartbreaking, hip-hop...heartbreaking...

Sunday, June 22, 2008

D-O-Double what the f---?

I never thought I would say this, but Snoop has officially smoked too much weed.

Friday, June 20, 2008

Editorial assistance needed

I interviewed twice for an editorial position at the Richmond Times-Dispatch, both were big fat "we'll be in touch" -es. Obviously, they have a crack team combing through their pieces, indicative here:

Jamie Lynn Spears gives birth to girl

Read the third paragraph carefully. Blammo.

Thursday, June 12, 2008

I pay my dues, you keep the difference.

Finally got to give Tha Carter III a couple of listen-throughs. It totally lives up to the hype. I didn't expect it to be the greatest rap album ever, but it's exactly the wake-up six-pack of Jolt Cola and jumbo Fudge Round the rap genre, much less the music industry needs. Weezy let loose a flood of mixtapes, and they had some good cuts that probably could've repalced a few tracks on TC3 (for example the track destroyed by Busta Rhymes' washed-up novelty shoutflow), which is probably my only real criticism. Still digging on "Mr. Carter," but I'm also getting real partial to the more professional "Dr. Carter," and "Playing with Fire" is creepy cool. Either way, I'll be bumping this all summer. As should you.

Wednesday, June 11, 2008

Only talk to models, Yeah I get my Seal on...

I've been trying hella hard to listen to Tha Carter III, this year's most anticipated album ever. It's just not happening. I remember getting my hands on an album when I was 10 or so years younger...I'd play the shizz out of it. In my car, in my house, in my headphones...I could nail down some lyrics and beats within a couple days. Then I'd find my jam, like I had hoped to find off Weezy's new joint. Right now it's looking like "Mr. Carter," but I think that's because it holds the 2nd position on the track list. No discredit to Weezy and Jigga's duet, but I just haven't even gotten past its successor. I take my iTard to work every day, in hopes of listening during lunch. It's just not happening. What the f?

Sunday, June 8, 2008

Hot like June

Man, it is gnf'n hot outside! I was involved in a wedding this weekend, and have done my fair share of sweating. Standing in a field at 5:00pm in a tuxedo on one of the hottest days of the year with not a cloud in sight really makes you appreciate things like air conditioning, refridgerators, water, shorts, flip flops and friends that are already married. But, I guess in the end it's worth it to see the newly wed couple, the family and friends, and of course a bar stocked with Blue Moon.

Wednesday, June 4, 2008

What's the Deal?

If you're not into the mixtape phenomenon that has made Lil Wayne a superstar, then a new face may reel you in. DC's own Wale (wah-lay) has set loose "The Mixtape About Nothing," showcasing his smooth flow and his Seinfeld fandom. Worth a listen, if not for the flow, at least to hear Julia Louis-Dreyfuss drop some m'fers.

I can't remember how the Contra theme song goes, but my wife says it was "driven."

Sunday, June 1, 2008

Last Night of Freedom

Still recovering from a bachelor party Friday night. I haven't been to one in a while, but it's always a weird mix of refreshing entertainment and disturbing awkwardness. The planner had rented a limo for the evening, so people on the street thought we were important. The inside of the limo looked like it was decorated by the guy who decorates strip clubs, so it helped the transition when we got to our destination. At one point in the evening, our driver left us and we had to call him to return. I guess that shows the level of importance of your passengers...if we were Vinny Chase, Driver Curtis wouldn't have gone anywhere. We got to see Katie Morgan at the club, which was probably the first time I've seen a "professional." The only real difference between her and the staff was speed and leeway. She seemed to get away with a lot more, and moved a lot quicker.

Watched the inaugural EliteXC: Primetime on CBS. I really just wanted to see Kimbo Slice, but found the whole show pretty entertaining, until Kimbo busted open James Thompson's gigantic ear-hematoma. That might be the grossest thing I've ever seen in a fighting ring. Still entertaining though...nice way to tack on testosterone after a bachelor party.