Monday, May 9, 2011
Oasis - Champagne Supernova
Radiohead - Paranoid Android
Smashing Pumpkins - Thru The Eyes Of Ruby
Bush - Alien
Silverchair - Tomorrow
Metallica - Ronnie
Ted Nugent - Stranglehold
Lynyrd Skynyrd - Free Bird (outtakes version)
I do a lot of s/c shit, but I never record it because we get sidetracked on goofy videogame shit or I start working on something specific. A rock set's something I usually throw in the middle of whatever else I'm doing. Most of these feature fat solos I could fart around with, plus I'd just watched some news shit about how May's the end of the world. There's only _____ days left. The first two songs were things I've tried out previously that sounded weird and were fun to chop, followed by 4 songs I grabbed on the fly. Everything but the last two at the end were on albums I played in high school while I slept.
Stranglehold's one of my favorite songs to fool around with. Chasing the cymbal down for chops was sort of like playing battleship the first time I tried. It's entirely possible I chopped too much of this set or didn't beatmatch/phrase something as nicely as it could have been done. This is pretty much shit I do for my own amusement, so if you dig it that's a plus. If you don't like slowed down music, you may rightly skip this. If you like slowed down music and feel like I raped your ears with awful, well fuck. I got nothing.
All roads lead to Free Bird.
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
1. Atmosfear/Dancing in Outer Space (The MAW Accapella)
2. Jark Prongo/Wave 2081
3. Departure Lounge Feat. SOR/Dep Lounge 2 (Vocal Mix)
4. Lexicon Avenue/Here I Am (Rutabaga Mix)
5. Brother Brown Feat. Frank'ee / Under the Water (Deep Dish
6. H2O/All Over Your Face (Terry Lee Brown Jr. Remix)
7. Joystick/Listen (Do You Hear It?)
8. Chaser/Tall Stories (Pooley's Lars From Mars Mix)
9. Eric Gadd/The Right Way (IanPooley's Deep Way Mix)
10. Zero G/Remembering (Accapella Mix)
11. Departure Lounge Feat. SOR / Dep Lounge (Dub)
12. Basco/Music with a Feel (Jark Prongo Mix)
13. Deep Dish/Mohammad is Jesus (Deep Dish Daddy Cool Remix)
14. Anthony Moriah/The Reality (Full Intention Dub Mix)
15. Amoeba Assasin/Rollercoaster (Oakey's Courtyard Mix)
16. S.O.L/Quantensprung 1
17. Underworld/Jumbo (Rob Rives And Francois K Main Dish)
1. Many Tentacles Pimping on the Keys-Lo - Fidelity Allstars
2. See the Music - The Mirror Boys
3. The N.Y. Experience - Jason Jinx
4. Fly Away - Mysterious People
5. Slid -Fluke
6. Honey - Billie Ray Martin
7. Metro - Smoked
8. Music in My Mind - Adam F
9. Darkness - Satoshi Tomiie
10. Westworld - Chia Pet
11. Do You Really Want To Hurt Me- Culture Club
12. True [The Faggot is You] - Morel
13. Slippin' into Darkness - War
14. Oh Mother Earth [Embrace] - N'Dea Davenport
A majority of these tracks are extremely underground and difficult to find. So pop it in and skank out.
Tuesday, April 5, 2011
Niggas Niggas aint nothing but Niggas..............
Get em up, Get em up, Get em up, Niggas
Dick sucking hoes, nut sucking hoes....hoes hoes aint nothing but hoes
Get em up, Get em up, Get em up, Niggas
Wednesday, March 23, 2011
O'Third, ST 2 Lettaz, Kristmas - Look at me Now
DJ_Brill: I was fired from my first forays into my present profession, unpleasant names were tossed at me upon my exit and failure was guaranteed by former managers and bosses. Im not a big shot by any stretch of my or anyone elses imagination but life is exactly how I used to dream it could be and exactly what I want it to be. I own a house, have a wife with a child on the way, Im doing pretty much what I hoped Id be doing when “I grew up” - I am the American Dream. 8 years can fly by if your having the time of your life working hard. That's how long Ive been doing my thing in Vermont and how long its been since the last person gave me some motivation by telling me I was gonna fail. So fuck you and thank you. I already love the whole Slow Motion Soundz camp, but when they make songs that make me actually stop and realize shit in my own life, it just takes it to another level. Listening to this song and hearing the lyrics made me stop and realize what Ive got and helped me appreciate it.
Dam sure aint worthless but further from perfect, nigga Im working.
Tuesday, March 22, 2011
C-Ride - Sittin on the Porch
DJ_Brill: I write this as Spring sprungs upon the land, which in Northern Vermont means its a balmy 32 degrees but the sun is out. Though I make my main income and living during the cold winter months, its hard not to look forward to spring, mostly due to the outside activities that can accompany them. Spring is nothing but a flacid version of Summer's erection, but its a good time to take advantage of the clean outdoorness before being outside becomes a goddam chore of grass cutting and garden tending. Nothing says warm weather like sitting on a porch, watching the day go by. As I type this out, Im looking longingly out my windows as the sun sets on the mountains that frame my view out my western windows and if it wasnt 30 degrees out the same view Id be looking at from my porch as I sip Green Mountain Vodka and Simply Lemonade drank. Im coming up on the anniversary of being indebted to a bank in the form of mortgage payments, and paper ownership to my house of awesome along with its 3.5 acres of American acreage. So last spring I was busy signing papers, shaking hands and moving the endless amount of the American life stuff my wife and I own along with our 2 cats off to our new house. Consequently, I didnt really have much time to sit around and appreciate spring properly like I hope to be able to this time around. Im looking forward to sitting around on nights like this out on my porch listening to Makaveli sipping maple-whiskey on the rocks. Im not sure if there are any convicted felons in my neighborhood, we havent really met anyone. My closest neighbor is a dead ringer for Buddy Garrity from Friday Night Lights and seems to obsessively mow his lawn, but all in all seems legit. Ill probably bump this song, but only on nights like tonight and my wifes not home cuz she HATES this song. I played the shit out of it when I first got it 3 years ago and have been known to sing along to the hook. But fuck you, cuz this shit is catchy and if you aint comfortable getting your Nate Dogg on, you aint a man. Cool & Dre did the beat if Im not mistaken (I could be but dont care if I am) and Im pretty sure thats one of them singing on the aforementioned hook. Its become the official soundtrack to my spring jump off, getting excited about sitting out on my porch and/or deck, wearing only one layer of clothes, getting a haircut and cleaning up my beard time of year.
Monday, February 28, 2011
Preface, I havent bought, DL'd, bootlegged or even listened to TI's albums in years. Im basing this off his numerous guest verses and the 2 videos I saw the other day on MTV Jams. And by that criteria, dude was fairly filthy this year on the mic. Off the top of my head, he killed it on his BoB feature and fucking killed Tangerine off of Big Boi's album (all i can see is titties, pussy lips and ass cheeks) and his song with Killer Mike/Mike Bigga was nice as well. Last I knew he had got busted with an A-Team array of weapons and was in the clink. I guess unlike most other rappers, he took advantage of his vacation to expand his rhyme book rather than his dreadlocks. I understand thats he's back in jail for another year due for not understanding that convicted felons cant get caught with drugs, but did the Lil Weezy style prep and made a bunch of vids, songs, etc. while he was still free to keep his name popping. Im not hating on TIP, I liked his first few albums and probably still have them somewhere. Its just most rappers get lazy and irrelevant to me after a few years, and TI was no exception. But 2010 brought back the old King and I swear he was spitting fire. He seems like a smart dude, so I bet he's reading books and shit while locked up. MC's need to take notice, if you wanna step your rap game and name up, you need to get arrested, go to jail and start writing down rhymes using words you learned in books. Just like white rappers do. But with your new found street cred and jail tatts, you'll be able to attract the white boy blogs and then if the black dude blogs get a whiff, you might even get a buzz for your mixtape, which you can then sell to Europeans. Unless you already have talent, like G-Side, or charisma, like Wiz, this is your best option to break out in 2011. So heed my free advice if you wanna if wanna be the next Gucci Mane, or ignore me and become the next Papoose or Uncle Murder.
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
Seems like the world was a ghetto, but then they gentrified the whole thing. Wal-Marts in small towns, and cleaned up Times Square. Everything is neon signs and cleaned up at least twice a day. But it don't feel like that. It's like they keep sweeping it all up, but you know there should be some grime somewhere, so it feels like something's missing. But they sweep it up everyday, sterilize once a month, re-facade once a year. We get certain shit from the Trader Joe's all the way in Short Pump, Va, USA, Earthrock, and when we go into that cluster of predesigned buildings, my heart starts to clench in on itself. They've got a big area of apartment buildings with a Buster & Dave's underneath it on one corner, like a fake urban block but smack in the middle of a planned commercial zone, conveniently located off the interstate, with free wi-fi in all directions, and I get all furrowed brow thinking about people actually living in those buildings and going to that bar and that's their life. Do they live as couples here, and have children and raise them? Or do they move into subdivisions at that point? Does this fulfill them? Do they actually take their own trash anywhere? It's all very confusing to me as an actual human being because it feels a lot like when I ride behind a tractor and trailer full of white chickens for the slaughterhouse, sitting there in their cages, no struggle, just riding along feeling the breeze. And I know that's a somewhat corny comparison, but it feels like that to me, literally. If I am in that environment for more than like 45 minutes, I get all white knuckled and nervous and feel like there's probably a floating eyeball somewhere about to figure out I don't belong. One of the main reasons I have never seen any sort of psychologist or psychiatrist is because I know little things like that that make perfect sense to me would get me on brain drugs right away. So that I could live in a place like that and not freak out. Immunize me against my own humanity I guess.
Anyways, music follows this predesigned gentrification. Rap music has become highly gentrified, and the perfect example of this is Kanye West. I know he is the critic's darling and everyone is supposed to recognize how cutting edge and avant garde he truly has been for hip hop. But it's just gentrification. Same thing with everything else that has been popular - Drake, Rick Ross, shit man, you name it and pretend it's hip hop and I will just shake my head inside my heart. Life isn't like that though. You can't just live drinking champagne bought on a credit card, which is what that music basically is. It's background muzak, but with an alleged hip hop vibe, and it eases you into those predesigned communities. You are being immunized against your own humanity.
Life is dirty, no matter how much you sweep it up. Scars, scuffed shoes, leaky roofs, gunshots in the distance at a time that means you wait to see if any sirens come because it didn't feel right. Life doesn't feel right a lot of times, and that's how you make it right. If everything feels right all the time, then you're no longer actually feeling anything. It just doesn't add up.
This is why I can't stand that shit they call hip hop now. Can't stand Kanye West. I have given him many many chances because everybody around me keeps pointing out what a fine robe this new emperor of hip hop music is wearing, but I still can't see it. Life is not like that music, although I suspect for many people - many of you even - who have been immunized against your own self, life is like that. It makes me sad, but whatever. We all have our own paths, and sure many of them might be predetermined or engineered by others who play us like pawns, but whatever. I'm just a dude. I can't change the world.
But do me a favor, will you? Life is not like that. Life is dirty and grimy and feels nasty sometimes. Hell, sometimes the dirt and grime and nastiness is actually rather cleansing. So hopefully wherever you are, it is cold and rainy. Take this song here, this screwed and chopped version of a Mobb Deep song, and put on a heavy coat, and get yourself high on whatever you like to get high on, and go outside in the cold with the rain falling, and stand underneath of an overhang somewhere, out of the wet if you can, but hearing the rain clack clack clack on tin, drip drip drip against something piled up somewhere, cars rumbling nearby or just every so often if you're in the wilds, and just stand out in the cold and rain and grime of the real world, and pump this fucking song through your highed up brain a few times. You see what I'm saying? The world ain't like Kanye West. That's Gap commercials and Visa cards. But let it go. Breath in the dirt and grime for five minutes, and feel good to your goddamned soul.
“Hell On Earth” screwed & chopped by the Babe Rainbow
Sunday, February 20, 2011
I really really really enjoy Rittz, especially when high on painkillers and feeding my chickens, and he has awesomeness. But really, what differentiates one song from the next, other than the hook? Where is the big anthem coming from? What one hit can even be made to achieve that historically mocked One Hit Wonder status? It is funny that even though it is so much easier to do music nowadays, so few people know how the fuck to make songs. So we just end up with this endless stream of "that's cool" or "haha I dig this" and quick youtube links that are retro by next month.
That's what impressed me about the Odd Future performance on the stupid Jimmy Fallon show last week. There was excitement there, and I felt hyped afterwards. Nobody was pointing at their luxurious possessions or telling me seven things to buy. It was just fucking awesome. I know the internet has gone nutz over the Odd Future appearance, and I feel like I've dug them for a long minute now, so can act like an expert. But shit man, they gave away pretty much all their music ever until this last thing, which as far as I know, Tyler the Creator just uploaded to Itunes himself. No record label bullshit, no drama, no owing Tony Soprano and his Jewish friend back your $25,000 advance that you wasted in Las Vegas. I mean really, if you blow the fuck up the internet and sell 20,000 swag t-shirts you print up yourself off the hype job, you probably come out ahead of anybody who has signed to Shady Records in the past five years. Yeah sure, maybe you don't get to pretend you're not high as fuck when you meet with Dr. Dre, because Dre is very serious about his music nowadays, and no tomfoolery in the studio is allowed, but shit man, what the fuck is the point of all this?
How do we get to that, to where we are making motherfucking anthems of music, shit that has zoned out chicken farmers and suburban cul-de-sackers and gully thuggish kids of abandoned city zones all just geeked the fuck out to something? When do we start making music again, and stop with the quick pops of "Oh shit, that's something that nobody I know has heard and now I've heard it so that's awesome but in a week it's old so damn, I gots to stay on top of all this shit to remain whatever it is I think I have made myself!" That's the fucking blogosphere right there.
So fuck it man, I enjoyed the fuck out of Rittz's "High Five" and will probably bump "Box Chevy - Pt. 3" from the first for-free Trunk Muzik because that's a solid fuckin' song; and I made my wife watch the Odd Future on Jimmy Fallon thing on the youtubes, because yeah, it hyped me up. Nothing really seems to try and actually hype me up anymore. It's just trying to reach in my goddamned pocket all the time, even when I tell it there's nothing left for it's sorry ass. So pushy. No wonder nobody buys fucking music anymore.
(Further reason no one buys music anymore, this blog, which has had about 39 visitors since this post went up, received a copyright infringement order for this post. I would assume this is because Yelawolf is not signed up to Shady Records, because I doubt Rittz has people scouring the interwebz for DL links, and probably is stoked to see his song circulating. And I know Odd Future could give a fuck about their video circulating. But I'm taking everything fucking out of this post. Fuck Yelawolf, fucking sell out.)
Saturday, February 19, 2011
STS - Take Me To Hadley St
DJ_Brill: I had to ask Google who Solange is and it guessed its probably Beyonce's sister, which a quick check of Wiki proved possible and with a closer listening to of the lyrics with this information, it was confirmed. His partners told him not to write this song, but he did it. I glad he did cuz its fun to listen to. If I were her and he performed this song to me, Id totally dig it and let him buy me dinner. As much as I dig my lady, I dont think I could have come up with something as catchy and clever as this, so props to STS ability to come up with something dope as this for a celebrity crush. Too bad this song wont get him laid by Solange who according to the net is divorced with a kid and maybe dating Wale, sorry Sugar Tongue Slim.
“See I wrote this song for you...cuz I know that you may be, busy doing you - when you should busy doing me”
Friday, February 18, 2011
Sooo, Mister Wolf done went and signed with Shady Records. Ok cool, get money and whatnot. Im confident the Yela would have “made it” no matter what major label purgatory he signed with. Im not a hater by nature and dont want to use this blog as a place for me to just shit on other people's hard work, but there is no way that fucking Drama Beats from (m)TV reality D-List fame should be getting to work with or make singles for anyone not related to him, let alone the next big white thing, whose album Ive been salivating in anticipation of for months. I watch Rob & Big and Dyrdeks Fantasy Factory when bored since they're on seemingly all the time via one of the MTVs. Fuck this skinny jean wearing muppet looking tatted out dufus, his pro-tools tracks and his T-Shirt line, which Yela shamefully shouts out. He provides a run of the mill southern'esque track that Yela bounces all over like a salamander. Its kind of silly but fun song, that dangerously tip toes being something adolescent white boys would embrace, possibly making Yelawolf a gimmick of the song's character like his boss Slim Shady almost was. So I guess its a good thing that its not over a catchy fire beat, though I unfortunately hear it all the time on my DirecTV version of satellite radio and assume its gets heavy play on Shady 45.
Thursday, February 17, 2011
MC Oroville ft The Gurp City All Stars - My Van
DJ_Brill: Whoever the fuck MC Oroville or the Gurp City Crew are have been lost to the tangled tangents inside my brains and computer cache. I bet whenever I found this I could have told you a little about these guys other than they're from the Bay Area and mostly scruffy whiteboys, but here today gone tomorrow with such useless information. I got a offspring preparing to sprung itself from my wife's insides so I need to remember all the shit she tells me, where I need to go and when, not the back-story of some flash in the blog MC named after a popcorn titan. Ive been worrying about the stupid shit an “Im about to be responsible for the welfare of another human being” dude would worry about and it made me recall my parents biggest fear when I was a little squirt, the dreaded “man in a van”. We all called the fictitious but potentially pedophilific man Chester the Molester and his story was he drove a van selling sponges and if he got you in his van he'd use it to molest you either under the bridge or at the end of the road, depending on whatever was closer to your hood. To my knowledge no one in my town ever got molested or bought their sponges out of any vans, so I guess our parent's worries were unfounded. While I was riding down memory lane I was curiously listening to this fairly modern song in my head. I cant be the only American that associates vans with molesters, so props to the Gurps for attempting to restore their sullied reputations. Ill play an ass here and assume that these guys got drunk, likely listening to My Hooptie on repeat and felt that vans needed to be spoken up for as a respectable mode of transportation. Fuck an Escalade or a big box, we talking Econolines - apartments on wheels with lava lamps on the dash but thanfully no raper vans are being repped here. The beat bangs in its simplicity and these guys say some funny shit, except for Oroville who's terrible, but I guess he's the dude who payed for the studio time or something.
They call me spragga vans...
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
Bobby Creekwater ft Big KRIT and Mike Bigga - Airborne
DJ_Brill: Inexplicably I still get XXL in my snail mail box most months. Why they still send them despite me not having paid for a subscription since 2006 is beyond me, they should be aware since they keep mailing me “subscription expiration imminent” letters but who am I to complain about free magazines? They're more interesting to read on the throne than fucking baby books and I can learn things occasionally. For instance, I learneded this month that Bobby Creekwater is no longer signed to Shady Records. I say hooray to that, cuz now he can do southern shit like chop 'n screwing, like a man with his twang and moniker should be doing. Ive been bootlegging Bobby's music since he's been around, his dope name caught my eye but his talent keeps me coming back and stealing his music when I see it. I like the idea of Bobby and KRIT collaborating together and along with Killa Mike and the Invisibles dope track, this song is a banger and makes me excited to hear some new Creekwater material without the encumbrance of a major label on his back.
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
I am a vainglorious city-born and suburban raised Northerner. Ive always viewed Southern country folk as the most fascinating breed of American. Which is why I love tracks like this, filled with an over eager pride in their Southerness, talking about shit Ill never relate to with my Northern Latitude and attitude. I couldnt identify collard greens in a line up of veggies if my life depended on it and Im a faggot vegetarian. Id like to imagine that most Southern folk are like what I hear in songs and see depicted on TV. Moonshine drinkers, eating crazy shit, playing bangos and jugs for a hoot, BBQ'ing every animal in the woods, rolling in old trucks, speaking practically another language or tatted up trappers with lots of ice that live in strip clubs, mouths full of jewelry, rolling in ridiculous tricked out box cars, swoll on swagga and always sipping syrup. So when I hear songs like this, it reminds me that most southern country folks are normal dudes like me that merely wanna do whatever it is that they enjoy doing, just like AC Burna and Prime Time, however they speak with a funny twang and dont appreciate the beauty of actual nature snow.
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
Here is a funny interview with Gunplay - who I guess is Rick Ross'sess's hype man or something. Apparently Gunplay does drugs... lots and lots of drugs. (Original source is Ozone magazine - the most awesome yet stupid fucking magazine ever. Got a subscription once... they mailed me three issues in one week and then nothing else. Fuck that ugly white bitch.) - Interview from Real Nigga Tumblr
And then for no reason whatsoever other than I am about to DL them, here are rips of the 12-inch singles for the Pharcyde's "Passin' Me By" and "Otha Fish". If you never heard the second one there before, best get that shit. Mind crunching.