Jeff Weiss
Jeff Weiss is a writer from Los Angeles, Ca. He founded POW in late 2005, a curse that continues to this day. He can be contacted at [email protected]. I guess.
 
The “Do Not Enter” tag isn’t a recommendation, it’s a warning. Chester Watson returns with the melancholy slink, bowing his head sullenly in the shadows. The hardest 17 year old rapper seething over paisley dust loops ready to collapse with the rest of the abandoned house. They don’t. This is another fragment from the darkness […]
Ain’t no love like Boosie love. Ain’t no hate like Boosie hate. What makes him special is that he only inhabits the extremes. It’s too early to accurately assess where Life After Death Row fits in the Boosieography, but for the moment, let’s just all sit in wonder and appreciation that this exists at all. […]
Since Halloween falls on a weekend this year, we decided to present a show on a Thursday. I am what they might refer to as temporally limited. But even though Scarface will not be banging sacks of flour over the heads of young trick-or-treaters, I will play “Mind Playing Tricks on Me” if you attend. […]
My dad’s favorite band was Cream. It wasn’t like he ever showed it. There were no Cream records or cassettes in the house. He never searched for them on K-LOS, the classic rock station that played ‘White Room” every three hours on the hour. But every time I ever asked him about the favorite bands […]
The latest in the Passion of the Weiss mix series: A blend of soul-funk, jazz, and 70s soundtracks from Captain Supernova.
The Young Money Rapper Talks Working With Kanye, Lil Wayne, Justin Bieber, DJ Mustard, and much more.
One of the more preposterous arguments in favor of Kendrick’s “i,” was that the notion of self-love was inherently radical. And by definition of hating it, you were somehow against a positive affirmation of self and not a corny and cynical Grammy and licensing grab to out-Mackle Macklemore. As though self-esteem and motivation hasn’t been […]
Meek Mill gets released from jail (apparently not yet but for the purposes of this post, he’s free) and somehow despite all that R&R, he still sounds as winded as if he just defeated Bruce Jenner in a Decathlon. To be fair, B.J. has devolved into a plasticine K.D. Lang shell of his former self. […]
All in for the Freddie Gibbs and Action Bronson remake of Miami Vice. Bam Bam in all white like Don Johnson. Freddie Gibbs transforming Tubbs into an Adidas sweat-suited real killer and drug dealer. I’m unsure the last time anyone bought a nickel bag out in weed-liberated Southern California, but I’m sure it exists — […]