It’d be a stretch to call me a Phish phanatic, but I’ve got boundless respect for their musicmanship, creativity, and general joie de vivre–despite the band’s frequent lapses into straight-up hippy-dippy goofdom. After listening to night one of their official reunion in Hampton, Virginia, finances permitting, I’ve decided to trek east in June to see… Continue reading »
I know someone will chime in with some trite, “sour grapes,” shit. But fuck it. Copywrite! “You only got signed because you sound like Shady…Impersonating Marshall but your first song sounds lazy.” “You’re reversing work Slim put in, sending us back to Ice Ice Baby.” “You’ve got to be able to spit and come with… Continue reading »
If Kobe doesn’t grow a mullet, the Lakers will take it in June. Kobe Bryant=Kanye West Raised in more affluent circumstances than their peers, Kobe and Kanye are not only among the best in their respective fields, they share a severe lack of humility and empathy. Mutually old world-inclined, Kobe has his Italian roots, and… Continue reading »
If you’re curious to find out how to lead the Moet & Beluga Caviar lifestyle, that is the world of pro music journalism, circa 09, I’ll be a part of panel tonight on “Writing About Music,”at the Echo Park 826LA outpost. Luckily, I’ll be surrounded by people who actually know how to use a comma:… Continue reading »
Mar
04
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wDnPgYvVGlU From The Show. Ghostface calling out Meth for hogging the cameras, Meth snapping back. U-God, somehow dragging himself into the mess, and getting unceremoniously clowned by everyone involved. Poor Baby Huey. This had to have been a regular occurence. Did you ever see the dude’s room in the Cribs episode filmed at the Wu-Mansion?… Continue reading »
I remember the first time I heard Cypress Hill–11 years old in the summer of 1993, “Insane in the Membrane” blasting from a boom-box stowed inside the sweltering sauna of a gym where I played ball every day. A chubby French kid saddled with the name, Robaire, had just copped the Black Sunday tape. Between… Continue reading »
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=npb7w1D77mI Not to disparage the man for attempting to get paid–those mixtapes certainly aren’t bringing home the turkey bacon. But this is arguably the lamest thing I’ve seen a rapper do since Meth and Red did those deodorant commercials. Except those were two of the greatest rappers of all time and Mickey Factz is….a guy… Continue reading »
The bands that cluster around Echo Park, Eagle Rock, and Silverlake, rarely receive the national press of the Smell bands. They lack the nostalgie de la boue, art-punk angle, and perhaps the edge. Far from me to play civic booster–let’s never talk about The Airborne Toxic Event. Ever. But just because they don’t wear bones… Continue reading »
Sach O wrote this one coming down off Codeine. Bands that hit a zeitgeist are fucked one way or another. Hang on to your once-cool style and you look like a dinosaur, switch it up and you disappoint your fan base. Primal Scream’s response to the changing tides following their era-defining psychedelic masterpiece Screamadelica has… Continue reading »
Like many long-time Busta Rhymes fans, it was disheartening to watch his once-promising tenure at Aftermath dissipate into a miasma of acrimony, artistic failure, and ridiculous coke and crime boasts. As one person aptly put it: “How can Busta be bragging about all the weight he’s moved? Dude was on “Scenario.” Thing is, after having… Continue reading »
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