Major dude Rogie comes through with full glowing heart to tell you about a classic performance of Burton at a Jets game killing it at anthemics in Canada's murder capital.
I Mike Collaborator and U Mean Competitor are hard cats to link to because their balls of string give contact highs and their pages crash browsers (of the mind) and induce seizures (of the mind) as well as making you scream screams (of the mind).
I'll be damned if this page of URMEAN2COMPUTER isn't as nice a hair of netting as I've seen since I plucked chickens for the yellow bellied coward committee.
Over the last grip of years, this dude Gonzales has made a bunch of excellent music ranging from hip-hop to pop to dance to ragtime to classical.
See:
On his new mixtape he gets real seriously flippant as he jacks a bunch of rap, reversioning the joints, adding accapellas, underscoring and cutting in clips of himself talking about making things:
"I'll just be sitting at home, counting my money off those Feist royalties, in front of the fire, hot French sluts, one after the other, it's crazy man. And I'll be like, oh shit, I'm the underdog...and I have to find adversaries - real or imagined - and believe me, I find them." -Gonzales
In fact, the situation is very far from okay. Watch this video by Guru's nephew Justin for the real story.
I knew something was up with this cat Solar when I saw Guru perform at The Jazz Cafe in London.
a) Dude cut Primo beats off with the gunshot sound effect b) He called Primo a "faggot" c) Guru came up to see fans and even humour a geeked out Canadian dude who wanted to talk about if he would ever patch things up with Premier, but Solar went backstage.
Stay there.
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Woah, I posted this, cracked a beer and pressed play on the ipod...this played...
This video of Eek A Mouse's crib is beyond the beyond. I'm talking about a futuristic vision of the past sent back from the future viewed in the present.
The Olympic closing ceremony was an abomination of Canadian music. If you saw, you know. For those that didn't: Neil was dope, so was Shatner and then...
Nickleblech Afro Laveene Simple Plan Hedley (who is Hedley?)? K-OS in rave paint doing a dance song etc.
Nice out. Boots off. Yachting loafers ready...sneakers on. (air horn) Shades off the bench. Hat time. Fuck yeah. I melt with you.
I took my morning coffee at my neighbourhood spot sans headphones today. The sun owning the city, smells of real spring (not just fraudulent warm snap fool's gold spring), and my thoughts. One of the best things about shunning the curation of one's own soundtrack is that dj brain takes over and various tunes float into the consciousness. Here are the three that I sang internally before returning home to zap them to you.
The Shins are a band that get hated on mercilessly by those who resent the burgeoning and fickle hype machine that emerged in the 00's as "alternative" changed to "indie" as a marketing tool for an industry that was losing its ability to market. Around here, we still think that they're dope, and this autumn tune works as well in Spring as it does in the fall it was penned for.
Scandinavian pop punk of my youth about food. No further explanation necessary.
Apparently Guru is out of his coma. Excellent. Gifted Unlimited Rhymes Universal is one of the best mc's to ever do it, and as he recovers, let us all do the same. Whether taking a trip, tripping, falling, springing, traveling or flying: let the wisdom of the greats be your guide and let us celebrate before it's too late.