Still Grill

21 Sovember 2011

Dear Reader,

The editorial staff of Grilling It has come to a decision regarding this blog's future. We will keep blogging from this space until we hit a total of 400 posts.

In the new year the blog will take new forms, names, locations (still internet based,) and naps. This period of posts up to 400 will hopefully be the lapping at the cup of victory. We hope to remind us all of why this kooky little music weblog ever seemed like a good use of time.

A man in his mid-twenties once took a break from editing skateboard videos, looked out across the city of London and decreed: "these blogs are neat, let's make one."

They still are. We still do. Music now.

Always,

Grilling It

PS: We heartily support the Occupy Movement. Currently we watch for the flames from our sky-high midtown Toronto offices, as Mayor Rob Ford's case against the people is finally furthered by the City Crews and Toronto Police Squads. Will they be removed? Will there be a riot? Will innocent people be arrested? How long will it be before Toronto's millions of resident's can get back to enjoying the glorified dog toilet that we call St. James Park?

Stay tuned.



"They are racists and hate mongers among us-they are the Ku Klux Klan. I piss down the throats of these Nazis. And I am too old to worry about whether they like it or not. Fuck them."
-Hunter Stockton Thompson (2003)

These Song Will Change Your Wife

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.

Inside The Rap Artist Studio (No Lipton)

Do you have seven minutes to listen to Mos Def talking about why he loves MF Doom?

"De La are technicians...that's on some Steely Dan shit."
-Mos Def

The Mayor

This cat Mayer Hawthorne is becoming a big deal. So before you sleep on it for months, and then hear one of the joints in a thirty second car commercial or a thirty minute show about phlegmatic vampires or loquacious liberal arts students, take the time to download this song, and infect yourself.

Sweet soul music released on heart shaped vinyl by a hip hop label...

Most of the record is slower burning, lighter floating, boudoir, bubblebath and backward baseball cap delicacies, but this is my jam tonight as I write:

MAYER HAWTHORNE - The Ills