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Grieves and I went to Perkins to grab some late night/early morning food. The cab driver that dropped us off at our hotel was there eating by himself at 4 in the morning. We ordered our food to go then we went and sat with him at his table to wait. This guy had filthy hands…motor oil deeply sunk into his fingernails and he was hovering over a plate of eggs, hashbrowns, a ham steak and blueberry muffin with butter smeared inside of it. He started talking to us about the government and the general deception and disillusionment Amercians reside in… he was one of the smartest people I've met in a …
2K Sports has been upping their cred as of late. Not only producing games that are actually pretty dope (All Pro-Football 2K8 was alright, but last years NBA 2K7 was the bomb explosive in the most positive way), but for the past several years they've enlisted indie hip-hop's finest to produce the complementing soundtracks to their games for folks to nod their head to.
In the past they had Dan the Automator, and with this year's All-Pro Football they had Z-Trip which saw all the Roots to Rakim to Redman rapping about schooling suckas on the courts or in the field. In continuing that trend, this year is no different. What they've got lined up for this year's NBA outing is that they've tapped Stones Throw presidente Peanut Butter Wolf to compile B-Ball Zombie War, an album with …
If you read contemporary magazines these days, you May or May not have noticed the recent ads by Malt liquor brand Colt 45 called, “Tales of the Colt 45,” which show the everyday adventures of malt liquor connoisseurs in comic strip form. Personally, I’m not sure what my opinion on the ads is, as the they teeter on a tightrope between ironic and all out tacky. What’s somewhat radical about these ads is that they don’t really try to hide the fact that malt liquor is essentially just swill and serves no other purpose other than a means by which to get f’d up. (LIke Slug says, “I haven't drank a 40 since I've been old enough to drink.”)
Adding to the elusive integrity is that the art is drawn by several contemporary underground …
Los Angeles, Aug 15 — The writing on the men's bathroom stall read, “David is gay.” If that were any indication for all of the happenings for the night, then the diverse crowd of hip-hop heads would have been in for a huge disappointment. The spot would of been full of dudes in drag bumping and grinding on stripper poles, shaking to Lords of Acid. But fortunately for the House of Blues on Sunset, it wasn't that kind of party. And with Z-Trip behind the ones and twos, it would be a hell-mutha-fuckin' no.
Plastered along the HOB walls were posters celebrating 2K Sports latest outing. Dudes were tackling each other on All Pro Football 2K8 on the Xbox 360 in the back while their girlfriends were tackling at their Henny 'n' Coke watching their boyfriends …
The sprawling, sovereign family that is the Wu Tang Clan tends to ebb and flow in terms of both popularity and contemporary relevance, as much as Ghostface continues to kill. Collabos still stream out, and you hear this and that about the reunion album, but you're not really sure if you should care. Then something like Jun 5 at Webster Hall happens. Method Man, always the most charismatic, unruly — and dubiously devoted — Clansman, made me remember why I fell in love with the Wu 14 years ago (daaaaaamn!) in the first place with a monstrous set that defied expectations. But more on that later.
Fitted in typical Reservoir Dogs attire, Mike Relm set things off proper with a 50-plus minute string of tricks, flipping mashups and classics while cutting up DVDs on the befitting …
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