Sunday, November 23, 2008
Pieces of the People I Love PtI
Blogslap:
Hands down favorite video, favorite prince, favorite.
I wish my dreams were like this video, and I awake only to realize it was no dream, that I am living it.
Robot voice, robot voice, all of the kids love the robot voice....
Listen to the content of what blizzard man spits about, an accurate portrayal of the current state of popular hip-hop, although at timess somewhat poorly executed,
Peep the 2:30mark. HAH i'm laughing
Peep the 2:30mark. HAH i'm laughing
Friday, November 21, 2008
Throw Kanye to tha-Kan the louie vuitton don-& you say chii city-on the track
Self explanatory, my favorite songs featuring Kanye West. One or two producer creds on the playlist too.
All of which have had an instrumental part in my adolescence and beyond.
Everything from Kid Sister summer at UATW to Slum Village on that freshmen year in high school MP 2004 steeez
All of which have had an instrumental part in my adolescence and beyond.
Everything from Kid Sister summer at UATW to Slum Village on that freshmen year in high school MP 2004 steeez
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
I'm sooo terribly tired I could pass out at any moment, I'm sick, and I left my apartment keys in my apartment
not to mention that Ma Bell sent me a whopping bill, with eighteen phone calls to Brazil, and I borrowed money from the mob, and yesterday you lost my job
I just guess that...
I used to cut a rug and break dance to this cut back in 1980.
not to mention that Ma Bell sent me a whopping bill, with eighteen phone calls to Brazil, and I borrowed money from the mob, and yesterday you lost my job
I just guess that...
I used to cut a rug and break dance to this cut back in 1980.
Monday, November 17, 2008
You're desperation is self defeating.
...
So listen carefully, while I try to kick new flava in your ear.
"Love does not consist of gazing at each other, but in looking together in the same direction." -Antoine de Saint-Exupery
so cease and desist trying to emulate what you're gazing at.
Okay,we get it, yup, yeah you too.
Blog Slap:
Wanna grab my dick, too lazy,hold it for me,
So listen carefully, while I try to kick new flava in your ear.
"Love does not consist of gazing at each other, but in looking together in the same direction." -Antoine de Saint-Exupery
so cease and desist trying to emulate what you're gazing at.
Blog Slap:
Wanna grab my dick, too lazy,hold it for me,
Sunday, November 16, 2008
808s & Weakshit Auto-Tune
Sorry DK but get outta here with that Weezy-T-Pain-Kanye West 808s&Heatbreak "emo auto-tune rap" bullshittt.
I am not a fan of this auto-tune voice augmented phase, it's the revival of the talk box. I wikied "atuo-tune" and it gave me the "Cher effect"
DK you have good point, saying "I always looked at auto tune as club rap and talk box as like bboy shit"
Given I'm living 93' till infinity and so always a fan of the latter.
I guess each to their own played out weak music preference.
If my computer hadn't crashed then I'd post a piece I wrote on on September 11th, 2007 entitled, "Kanye West is pissing me the fuck off," in which I critique the evolution of West's career leading up to (the disappointing) Graduation
As I previously stated anticipating the release of N.E.R.D.s Seeing Sounds, after hearing 808s&Heatbreak I'll just continue to stick my head in the ground, put College Dropout&most of Late Registration on repeat and pretend the whole thing never happened. Additionally the only redeeming quality of the track "Heartless" is Hype Williams on the video.
So without further ado, I present my brief Ode to the talk box:
Stevie Wonder-Papa Was a Rolling Stone
of course Peter Frampton-Show me the way
Zapp&Roger Computer Love
“The Talkbox Will Never Die” Track Listing via //www.dyers.org/blog
I am not a fan of this auto-tune voice augmented phase, it's the revival of the talk box. I wikied "atuo-tune" and it gave me the "Cher effect"
DK you have good point, saying "I always looked at auto tune as club rap and talk box as like bboy shit"
Given I'm living 93' till infinity and so always a fan of the latter.
I guess each to their own played out weak music preference.
If my computer hadn't crashed then I'd post a piece I wrote on on September 11th, 2007 entitled, "Kanye West is pissing me the fuck off," in which I critique the evolution of West's career leading up to (the disappointing) Graduation
As I previously stated anticipating the release of N.E.R.D.s Seeing Sounds, after hearing 808s&Heatbreak I'll just continue to stick my head in the ground, put College Dropout&most of Late Registration on repeat and pretend the whole thing never happened. Additionally the only redeeming quality of the track "Heartless" is Hype Williams on the video.
So without further ado, I present my brief Ode to the talk box:
Stevie Wonder-Papa Was a Rolling Stone
of course Peter Frampton-Show me the way
Zapp&Roger Computer Love
“The Talkbox Will Never Die” Track Listing via //www.dyers.org/blog
Staying Alive.
The closet I'll ever get to Andy Samberg happened over the summer when I worked for UCSC's telephone outreach, phoning alumni and schmoozing them into giving the University money. At random the computer system connected to the phone dials alumni ranging from schools inception, to those graduated last year. Samberg is an alumni of Santa Cruz and I fatefully got his parents answering machine, procedure is not to leave a message so I refrained with all my might. I write down the number as if I would sometime in the future casually stalk...er a call Samberg via his parents.
Among the things I would say on the answering machine today, if I were slightly more deranged and hadn't disposed of the number would go something like this:
Saturday Night Live has steadily declined in quality of the past five years or so, with a turn over in writers and cast. The few skits that have potential, seem to drown on for far too long and get lost in themselves.
Sometimes I find myself defending SNL to my peers as if I were personally invested, although as an avid fan since as far back as I can remember I somewhat am.
Yet, Last nights show with host Paul Rudd actually actually had some considerably funny skits, (most of which could have not have gone on so long, notably the digital short "everyone's a critic, it was funny then what the hell)
Kudos SNL, perhaps things are turning around and on the track track.
Additionally, consider reducing the program to an hour long block, the way it once was instead of the painful hour and a half air time it has now. Let's stress quality over quality yeah?
Justin TImberlake/Beyonce skit
Digital Short: Everyone's a critc
The Kissing Family
Justin Timberlake Weekend Update
Blog Slap:
BeeGees staying alive
Among the things I would say on the answering machine today, if I were slightly more deranged and hadn't disposed of the number would go something like this:
Saturday Night Live has steadily declined in quality of the past five years or so, with a turn over in writers and cast. The few skits that have potential, seem to drown on for far too long and get lost in themselves.
Sometimes I find myself defending SNL to my peers as if I were personally invested, although as an avid fan since as far back as I can remember I somewhat am.
Yet, Last nights show with host Paul Rudd actually actually had some considerably funny skits, (most of which could have not have gone on so long, notably the digital short "everyone's a critic, it was funny then what the hell)
Kudos SNL, perhaps things are turning around and on the track track.
Additionally, consider reducing the program to an hour long block, the way it once was instead of the painful hour and a half air time it has now. Let's stress quality over quality yeah?
Justin TImberlake/Beyonce skit
Digital Short: Everyone's a critc
The Kissing Family
Justin Timberlake Weekend Update
Blog Slap:
BeeGees staying alive
Friday, November 14, 2008
On that Daily Operation
Blog Slap:
where were you in 1992?
wake up.
you've been sleeping for 16 yrss.
thursday night till' infinity onn reapeaat
Romancing is my thing but I cant swing with no scheming hoes
Wherever my beeeammer goes you know that I'm driiiving
Surviving in the 90s is a must so I trust
That everyone listen up as my vocals give thrust
I bust my rhymes first never chasing a skirt
Do much work while other suckas need more time to rehearse
dl gang starr-daily operation
One of the comments on youtube said, "What the F*** happened to hip hop!!??"
hmmmm makes you wonder
where were you in 1992?
wake up.
you've been sleeping for 16 yrss.
thursday night till' infinity onn reapeaat
Romancing is my thing but I cant swing with no scheming hoes
Wherever my beeeammer goes you know that I'm driiiving
Surviving in the 90s is a must so I trust
That everyone listen up as my vocals give thrust
I bust my rhymes first never chasing a skirt
Do much work while other suckas need more time to rehearse
dl gang starr-daily operation
One of the comments on youtube said, "What the F*** happened to hip hop!!??"
hmmmm makes you wonder
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
Ayo, lemme hollaatcha
To the fine looking Asian dude walking in front of Westfield shopping center outside of American Eagle in San Francisco on 11/11/08 at around 1pm, hands in your front pockets revealing the the tattoo on your right forearm, black beanie half way off your head, crisp ass denim:
Ayo lemme hollaatcha
I'll catch yo eye as I start to spit it, damn they don't make em like you where I reside in santa cruz. You'll wanna roll out to get some dim sum, we both have a craving, and I know you're not interested in mt for my whip appeal cuz I rely solely on public transportation and my legs to get me around. So we bus it, and walk to your spot on the outskirts of china town to get some dim sum, sitting across from each other, we both reach for the last shaomai, i'll get flustered and retreat my arm as our hands meet under the florescent light that hangs above our heads.
The topic will turn to weezy, and based on my disengagement on the topic there will be a brief awkward silence. You look like your favorite de la album is stakes is high I start it off, then we both start to spit the same verse from itzsoweezee, as we're leaving I'll reach in to wipe the haam sui gaau out of the corner of your mouth, you'll grab me by my waist, tell me to leave school and come stay in your studio apartment for month on end, i'll dodge your lips and place my index finger over them, then I'll say it, shhhh, in time we might meet again but I can't stay with you, I didn't mean for you to fall in love like this but it's not meant to be. That will be the last time we see each other.
Blog slap, this one's for you:
De la soul ft. common-the bizness
Ayo lemme hollaatcha
I'll catch yo eye as I start to spit it, damn they don't make em like you where I reside in santa cruz. You'll wanna roll out to get some dim sum, we both have a craving, and I know you're not interested in mt for my whip appeal cuz I rely solely on public transportation and my legs to get me around. So we bus it, and walk to your spot on the outskirts of china town to get some dim sum, sitting across from each other, we both reach for the last shaomai, i'll get flustered and retreat my arm as our hands meet under the florescent light that hangs above our heads.
The topic will turn to weezy, and based on my disengagement on the topic there will be a brief awkward silence. You look like your favorite de la album is stakes is high I start it off, then we both start to spit the same verse from itzsoweezee, as we're leaving I'll reach in to wipe the haam sui gaau out of the corner of your mouth, you'll grab me by my waist, tell me to leave school and come stay in your studio apartment for month on end, i'll dodge your lips and place my index finger over them, then I'll say it, shhhh, in time we might meet again but I can't stay with you, I didn't mean for you to fall in love like this but it's not meant to be. That will be the last time we see each other.
Blog slap, this one's for you:
De la soul ft. common-the bizness
it's your god forsaken right to be loved, loved, loved, loved, looooved
SPECIAL COMMENT
By Keith Olbermann
Anchor, 'Countdown'
msnbc.com
updated 6:13 p.m. PT, Mon., Nov. 10, 2008
Keith Olbermann
Anchor, 'Countdown'
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Finally tonight as promised, a Special Comment on the passage, last week, of Proposition Eight in California, which rescinded the right of same-sex couples to marry, and tilted the balance on this issue, from coast to coast.
Some parameters, as preface. This isn't about yelling, and this isn't about politics, and this isn't really just about Prop-8. And I don't have a personal investment in this: I'm not gay, I had to strain to think of one member of even my very extended family who is, I have no personal stories of close friends or colleagues fighting the prejudice that still pervades their lives.
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And yet to me this vote is horrible. Horrible. Because this isn't about yelling, and this isn't about politics. This is about the human heart, and if that sounds corny, so be it.
If you voted for this Proposition or support those who did or the sentiment they expressed, I have some questions, because, truly, I do not understand. Why does this matter to you? What is it to you? In a time of impermanence and fly-by-night relationships, these people over here want the same chance at permanence and happiness that is your option. They don't want to deny you yours. They don't want to take anything away from you. They want what you want—a chance to be a little less alone in the world.
Only now you are saying to them—no. You can't have it on these terms. Maybe something similar. If they behave. If they don't cause too much trouble. You'll even give them all the same legal rights—even as you're taking away the legal right, which they already had. A world around them, still anchored in love and marriage, and you are saying, no, you can't marry. What if somebody passed a law that said you couldn't marry?
I keep hearing this term "re-defining" marriage. If this country hadn't re-defined marriage, black people still couldn't marry white people. Sixteen states had laws on the books which made that illegal in 1967. 1967.
The parents of the President-Elect of the United States couldn't have married in nearly one third of the states of the country their son grew up to lead. But it's worse than that. If this country had not "re-defined" marriage, some black people still couldn't marry black people. It is one of the most overlooked and cruelest parts of our sad story of slavery. Marriages were not legally recognized, if the people were slaves. Since slaves were property, they could not legally be husband and wife, or mother and child. Their marriage vows were different: not "Until Death, Do You Part," but "Until Death or Distance, Do You Part." Marriages among slaves were not legally recognized.
You know, just like marriages today in California are not legally recognized, if the people are gay.
And uncountable in our history are the number of men and women, forced by society into marrying the opposite sex, in sham marriages, or marriages of convenience, or just marriages of not knowing, centuries of men and women who have lived their lives in shame and unhappiness, and who have, through a lie to themselves or others, broken countless other lives, of spouses and children, all because we said a man couldn't marry another man, or a woman couldn't marry another woman. The sanctity of marriage.
How many marriages like that have there been and how on earth do they increase the "sanctity" of marriage rather than render the term, meaningless?
What is this, to you? Nobody is asking you to embrace their expression of love. But don't you, as human beings, have to embrace... that love? The world is barren enough.
It is stacked against love, and against hope, and against those very few and precious emotions that enable us to go forward. Your marriage only stands a 50-50 chance of lasting, no matter how much you feel and how hard you work.
And here are people overjoyed at the prospect of just that chance, and that work, just for the hope of having that feeling. With so much hate in the world, with so much meaningless division, and people pitted against people for no good reason, this is what your religion tells you to do? With your experience of life and this world and all its sadnesses, this is what your conscience tells you to do?
With your knowledge that life, with endless vigor, seems to tilt the playing field on which we all live, in favor of unhappiness and hate... this is what your heart tells you to do? You want to sanctify marriage? You want to honor your God and the universal love you believe he represents? Then Spread happiness—this tiny, symbolic, semantical grain of happiness—share it with all those who seek it. Quote me anything from your religious leader or book of choice telling you to stand against this. And then tell me how you can believe both that statement and another statement, another one which reads only "do unto others as you would have them do unto you."
You are asked now, by your country, and perhaps by your creator, to stand on one side or another. You are asked now to stand, not on a question of politics, not on a question of religion, not on a question of gay or straight. You are asked now to stand, on a question of love. All you need do is stand, and let the tiny ember of love meet its own fate.
You don't have to help it, you don't have it applaud it, you don't have to fight for it. Just don't put it out. Just don't extinguish it. Because while it may at first look like that love is between two people you don't know and you don't understand and maybe you don't even want to know. It is, in fact, the ember of your love, for your fellow person just because this is the only world we have. And the other guy counts, too.
This is the second time in ten days I find myself concluding by turning to, of all things, the closing plea for mercy by Clarence Darrow in a murder trial.
But what he said, fits what is really at the heart of this:
"I was reading last night of the aspiration of the old Persian poet, Omar-Khayyam," he told the judge. It appealed to me as the highest that I can vision. I wish it was in my heart, and I wish it was in the hearts of all: So I be written in the Book of Love; I do not care about that Book above. Erase my name, or write it as you will, So I be written in the Book of Love."
Blog Slap:
Thursday, November 6, 2008
Off Da Hoof???
JDLyth, you're a self proclaimed tap dancer, your blogs namesake but I have yet to ever seen you tap dance?
My man Savion Glover, snuffaluffagus, & I call you out.
and keep your eyes on the muppet, he might teach you a thing or two
Oh yeah, the reason people gotta ask about you is because no knows who's who the fucc you are, in the meantime keep on trying to line up that crooked arc you shaved into your head
btw yo girl dumb you she thought soy milk meant "I am milk"
Blog slap:
Common-the bitch is yoo
My man Savion Glover, snuffaluffagus, & I call you out.
and keep your eyes on the muppet, he might teach you a thing or two
Oh yeah, the reason people gotta ask about you is because no knows who's who the fucc you are, in the meantime keep on trying to line up that crooked arc you shaved into your head
btw yo girl dumb you she thought soy milk meant "I am milk"
Blog slap:
Common-the bitch is yoo
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
*right click* refresh
http://elections.nytimes.com/2008/results/states/california.html
http://vote.sos.ca.gov/Returns/props/59.htm
Let's see if California will usher in marriage equality or discrimination.
http://vote.sos.ca.gov/Returns/props/59.htm
Let's see if California will usher in marriage equality or discrimination.
Coffee Break
My favorite crispy clean no caffeine vignette from Jim Jarmusch's 2003 Coffee & Cigarettes
RZA&GZA:Delirium
Blog Drank:
my obsessive consumption replacement for coffee:
http://www.republicoftea.com/
RZA&GZA:Delirium
Blog Drank:
my obsessive consumption replacement for coffee:
http://www.republicoftea.com/
Monday, November 3, 2008
sexualization of black men err... a axe dark temptation
http://www.axedarktemptation.com/chocolate-man.shtml#
I thought this ad campaign was very suggestive when I saw it, it propels a hyper sexualization of the black male as a sexual object, a "forbidden fruit," when a thin white male dawns a new chocolate darker complexion suddenly he's the object of all women's sexual affections, note all the women chasing after said "dark temptation" chocolate man are all women of the Caucasian persuasion.
I've discussed my thoughts on axe's ad campaign with several of my peers and they have varying opinions, some think I'm just reading too deeply into a "harmless commercial," but I think it's intended meaning is explicit, strictly butter reader, what do you think?
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