Anyone else remember any of these songs and groups? This is basically what I was listening to when I was 15-18 years old. This post is for my brother.
Smooth Da Hustler
Heltah Skeltah
Gravediggaz
Lord Tariq and Peter Gunz
Lost Boyz
Anyone else remember any of these songs and groups? This is basically what I was listening to when I was 15-18 years old. This post is for my brother.
Smooth Da Hustler
Heltah Skeltah
Gravediggaz
Lord Tariq and Peter Gunz
Lost Boyz
Hello everyone
oh hey there hello
and welcome to what, as far as we know, is the first ever LIVE review of a music album!
hey peanut gallery speak when spoken to
haha, will do
I am trying to run an intro here
So I’m here with, (state your names)
Ian
Anthony
great nice to have you guys on the show Ian and Anthony
thanks, good to be here
do you might if I call you Claire and Becky?
just kidding
so today we are reviewing the first track, “That Was Just Your Life”, off of Metallica’s new-leaked album Death Magnetic
no, that’s not a working title, that is the real name of the record
guys first reaction to the name?
I hope that this is the song that plays as you enter the pearly gates
im not sure i understand how death could be magnetic? does the grimm reaper have high iron in his bones
so, let’s fire this monster up and get to rippin’
rock it
I am pleased to announce that tomorrow my brother, his friend Ian, and I will be reviewing the new Rick Rubin produced Metallica album Death Magnetic–LIVE! And by live I mean we will be having a conversation over IM while we listen to the record for the first time then posting every nugget of drivel we scribe. It should be a gas.
Please don’t tell Lars, James, or Kirk (not that he has a say anyhow) that we stole the album.
See you guys tomorrow.
Kings of Leon try to paint themselves as modest southern boys who just want to drink beer, make simple soulful southern garage rock, and be left alone in the hills of Tennesee. While they may fancy themselves Southern Rockers, their music, frankly, has never been as good as, and I’m sure they will voluntarily admit this, a Skynard, Allman Brothers, or Creedence. That’s fine, because comparing any contemporary band to the specters of great rock bands is unfair and doesn’t get you anywhere.
What does matter for Kings of Leon, and is a worthwhile comparison, is whether their newer material is as good as their early stuff. Are they actually making progress as musicians or are their songs simply getting longer and a little more intricate?
In my opinion, the singing is good, Caleb does some crazy painful-to-hear stuff with his voice. The drummer is very good. And the bassist not bad. It’s the guitars though, man. They need to do something about the guitars. They’ve been playing the same squirrely riffs for four records now.
Here’s the video for their new single Sex On Fire
I’d like to know how long this took to make. Very cool regardless.
MUTO a wall-painted animation by BLU from blu on Vimeo.
Last night I had a dream that took place on Cornell University’s campus. And then this morning I read a bunch of articles about college kids in AM New York, or as I like to call it, “The Paper.” Makes sense, this is the time of year when kids go back to college. And I don’t doubt that there is some subconscious part of me that wants to be back at college.
A few quick comments on what I read about college kids. Actually, I have to narrow the scope. The articles I read were focused on New York City college kids.
First article: Columbia University students are not protesting like they did back in the 60s and 70s (who’s doing anything like they did in the 60s and 70s?). And on the rare occasion when students are protesting, it is without verve and fang. Picture kids peaceably sitting on the quad holding up spray painted sheets and not doing much else. The article goes on to site several historical Columbia University protests and how they received nationwide attention. Why did people pay attention? Because the students refused to be ignored: they got violent, shouted, and said fuck the police.
The article then suggests that the stakes are too high for kids to be real protesters anymore. As in, the responsibility of paying back student loans and a super competitive job market put students in a position where they can’t afford to take any risks that might have future repercussions. I doubt being arrested on Columbia’s campus for saying suck my dick to Mahmoud Ahmadinejad is going to keep you out of Harvard Law or that analyst position at CSFB. Nonetheless, while the too much risk explanation is plausible, it’s not the truth. The truth is the kids at a school like Columbia are huge pussies.
When an entire student body fully embraces a gang-of-assclowns band like Vampire Weekend, as the Columbia student body did, it’s not saying much for their character and conviction. You might invoke the cliche say, they don’t make students or rock bands like they used to.
I’ve gone on too long. One another quick tidbit about the second article: Some of the most expensive and luxurious dorms in NYC cost a single student 24k for a year. What? That’s insanity. I wouldn’t be out protesting either if I had a flat screen TV with 145 channels in my room.
You all know that DMX has Medium Happiness’ full support in his ongoing battles against the Scottsdale police in Arizona. We’ve faithfully reported each and every one of X’s arrests over the past year (there are 7 or so), and we think he’s innocent.
Watch this video and see how friendly he looks. Also, note his pleasant parting shot for the judge.
I saw Radiohead a few weeks ago at the cluster fuck otherwise known as the All Points West Festival. They were so good they almost made me forget about how poorly run the event was. Anyhow, check this out, Johnny and Thom doing a damn good version of Neil Young’s “Tell Me Why,” one of my favorite songs on the album After The Gold Rush.
So, at work this morning, while I was standing next to the printer waiting for it to “warmup,” I found an old book on a nearby shelf and began to flip through it. What do you know, the book was “Medical Illustrations of the Digestive System, Vol. 1,” my favorite book, like ever.
Inside the book are endless, colorful illustrations depicting every imaginable disease and condition, in all their vivid 1960s hand-drawn, illustrated glory. Every image, of course, for clinical reasons I’d guess, is drawn with the human subjects disrobed.
Around page 60 the liver diseases start up. You know the page on alcoholism is coming. Then, on page 78 it finally reveals itself.
Okay, a few questions and observations. Why can’t the alcoholic be clothed? Is a man ever going to come into the ER or a doctor’s office while he’s drinking? No. Only when he starts having serious health problems that are inhibiting his drinking will the alcoholic drag himself to receive medical care. This guy looks fit as a fiddle.
Also, is it not in poor taste to place the sick naked kid on the very same page as the manchild-looking sot? Even if Kwashiorkor, a strange tropical disease, presents with symptoms very similar to alcoholism, could the child not have be on another page? Basically, they are trying to say that not only are alcoholics wreck-less dysfunctional members of society who can barely muster the composure to put clothes on, they like naked children too.
If it’s any consolation to the drunkard, the man pictured does look quite jolly. Shouldn’t the illustrator have gone for a more miserable tableaux? What I see says, “while alcoholism may leave your liver in shambles, being drunk is a raging good time!”
I am a ski bum trapped in an office roach’s body. As such, I live the skier lifestyle vicariously. I buy the new ski DVDs each season and visit tons of ski-related blogs so I can read about kids 5-10 years younger than me who get to make a decent living by skiing everyday. Envious? A bit.
However, one thing I do have, that these ski kids are utterly devoid of, is decent taste in music. For some reason, anyone who is a pro free skier, snowboarder, or skateboarder likes shitty music. Actually, even the people who are peripherally involved in the “extreme” scene, eg photographers, bloggers, and magazine staffers like shitty music. This is a broad claim, I know, but I haven’t witnessed anyone contravening the observation.
At first, I thought ski DVDs had terrible soundtracks because the small production companies couldn’t swing the licensing fees for better soundtracks. Now, though, I know it’s due to genuine poor taste in music. They didn’t need to have the bad music, they wanted it.
Go to any major ski town and you’ll find some of the worst live music and DJs you’ve ever seen. If you’re lucky, you might even see a washed up member of Wu-Tang (a group I used to like very much) or G-Love playing a show. Most likely, though, it will be bad techno, new fangled whiteboy reggae (extreme athletes do like Bob Marley, perhaps their only forgivable musical choice), or suburban hip hop.
It’s really a shame that overall badass people enjoy such terrible tunes.