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Saturday, October 4, 2008

Religulous: Ask Questions. How Much Do You REALLY Know?




Thursday, October 2, 2008

I ♥ Ranch Dressing by Cara Freie



Seemingly taking a cue from the now infamous blog Stuff White People Like, lawyer-turned-comedy writer Cara Freie has narrowed the superfluous field of study surrounding all things loved by white people to the provincial folk in the Midwest. Her book I ♥ Ranch Dressing: And Other Stuff White Midwesterners Like takes an satirical yet eerily encyclopedic look at just about everything you can think of that relates to atypical white midwestern life: white wicker furniture, novelty sweaters, Jesus, Florida, crystal meth, and of course ranch dressing. Amazingly enough, it's written in a tone that is free of snark and comes off as more of a loving recollection that could only come from someone who was "born and raised in Columbia, Missouri by two very sweet Iowa natives" - in other words, a proud white Midwesterner.

Check out excerpts from the book and more at the website: I ♥ RanchDressing.com.

Goldrush!

This past Sunday I went to the MySpace Goldrush show @ House of Blues. Santogold was the headlining act and let me tell you, that chick puts on one holy badass of a live show. The opening acts were Low Vs. Diamond, Plastic Little and Mates of State. I'd never heard of any of them prior to Sunday, but by the end of the night I was a newly recruited fan of Low Vs. Diamond and Mates of State. Plastic Little was just...yeah. They were extra random and not very good, so they messed up the vibe for a minute. They were backed by DJ Siyoung who was nice with the turntablism and a foxy mofo to boot even though he was small and elfish. I'm sorry - I'm just a sucker for azn boyz who genuinely embrace the elements of hip hop - don't hate!

Anyway, I managed to smuggle my digital camera into the venue so I could get some clear shots of Santogold in all of her wondrously tacky early-90s regalia. House of Blues doesn't play when it comes to cameras - if they find one on you when you go through security, they send you to the gift shop where they hold it and then charge you $5 to get it back after the show. I thought I'd beat the system when I managed to get past security with my camera, but the personnel they had posted by the exits were in straight hater mode for the night: they would actually come through the crowd to try and debo your camera if they caught you trying to snap a flick. I guess because the crowd wasn't dense, they could actually pay attention to what people were doing - because when I saw Nas with Kweli as his opening act on Aug. 31, it was packed. I saw mad cameras in the crowd and almost everybody around me was smoking weed - security was just trying to maintain and make sure nobody got crushed in the mass. I had to take pics with my BlackBerry and they were alright but I was determined to get my camera into the next show I attended @ H.O.B - and the night I do manage to sneak my camera in, security is being a bunch of assholes. Ironyyyyyy...

So yeah, here are my crappy BlackBerry pics from the show:

Low Vs. Diamond went first and got the crowd warmed up

Anthony Polcino, lead guitarist

DJ Siyoung getting it started for Little Plastic

Two of the 3 members of Little Plastic
Dude in the wool shawl was buggin' me out

Mates of State - they're husband and wife
Like a way cooler Captain & Tenille

Kori Gardner from Mates of State
She sings lead vocals, plays Electone and Hammond B-3 electric organs,
Casio synthesizer, and Rhodes electric piano, piano, and occasionally guitar
She was working those keyboards and synths that night

Santogold's DJ - dude was SICK
Too bad I can't remember his name :(

The Dancers
I initially called them Thing 1 & Thing 2
Shorty on the left was GETTIN' it the entire show
The other girl...not so much
Step your game up booboo!

Santogold was gettin' it too
I should have known she could dance
Don't let her demure demeanor in the videos fool you!

This is how the pics looked when she came
over on our side of the stage
The light was coming down at just the right angle
to eff up every shot I tried to take

I like to call this one "Lights Out"
I'm so clever

She did "Creator" towards the end of the show
She let a bunch of people come up on stage
and dance while she performed

I stood for 3 hours straight in 2-week old Chucks that still aren't broken in, so my feet were not happy with me when the show finally let out. I didn't care - I had a great time and I'd do it again if it meant I could recapture the awesome energy and the essence of that night.

It's been a long time...

...I shouldn'ta left you (left you) without some dope NEW ISHT to step to:


Well, they're new to me anyway. I wish I could stay on top of all the cool new isht when it first comes out but hey, believe it or not I *do* have a life and for the most part it doesn't involve surfing blogs 24/7 for isht to post. Whenever I come across something it's usually on accident and I get to it when I get to it. In any event, these songs piss excellence so you should definitely check them out.

Tuesday, September 16, 2008

Rapper Big Pooh Brings 'Delight' To The Masses

While Phonte readies himself for the release of the 2nd Foreign Exchange album on 10/7, Rapper Big Pooh has been cooking up some treats of his own:


You can cop it @ URB Magazine's blog for the super-low price of Free-99 so you really don't have an excuse NOT to. So yeah, if you could get on that soon, that would be greeeeeeat © Lumbergh from 'Office Space'. The track "Plastic Cups" is getting a lot of attention - probably because the beat is better known as "Gobstopper" on J Dilla's Donuts. Here's the video featuring fellow Hall of Justus'ers Chaundon and Joe Scudda:



Other pleasant surprises include 9th Wonder's magical goodness on the track "With You" and the magnificent West Coast-ish swag of "Regular Nigga" with Ab-Soul and "Reality Check" with Big Dho, Mykestro and D. Black. "Nobody Like Me" has a crazy loop of some classic Lauryn Hill vocals - see if you can guess where they copped it ;) Even though it's a mixtape, there's only one recycled beat and it's Lupe Fiasco's "Dumb It Down":

If you're still reading this, you probably haven't started to download it yet. C'mon, Free-99, remember? Chop chop! I SAID CHOP CHOP! HAHA...no, for real. Go 'head and get on that plz, thx.


Monday, September 15, 2008

Jean Grae + Blue Sky Black Death = Dark. Angry. BRILLIANT

Despite an emotional departure from hip hop earlier this year, Jean Greezy seems to have pulled a Hov-esque pump-fake and is back on the scene (for now anyway). This time, she teamed up with the production duo Blue Sky Black Death to collaborate on an aptly named release The Evil Jeanius, due on 9/30:


http://www.ihiphop.com/jeangrae

The heavy, brooding sound of BSBD seems like an odd choice for a hip hop record, but when you couple it with Jean Grae when she's in "go hoard" (not "hard" - "hoard") mode, it's a natural fit. BSBD sounds like... music that would be playing in some kind of alternate reality in which Queen of the Damned meets Mark Ecko's Getting Up video game, if that makes ANY sense at all. It's kind of hard to describe, so just listen to this:

Blue Sky Black Death - The Era When We Sang.mp3

Yeah. Hopefully you get the gist of what I was saying - in any event, I'm looking forward to hearing more from this collabo. Hopefully it's not the last we hear from Jean Grae - I have a feeling that it isn't.


Tim Wise on White Privilege

This is Your Nation on White Privilege

By Tim Wise

For those who still can’t grasp the concept of white privilege, or who are constantly looking for some easy-to-understand examples of it, perhaps this list will help.

White privilege is when you can get pregnant at seventeen like Bristol Palin and everyone is quick to insist that your life and that of your family is a personal matter, and that no one has a right to judge you or your parents, because “every family has challenges,” even as black and Latino families with similar “challenges” are regularly typified as irresponsible, pathological and arbiters of social decay.

White privilege is when you can call yourself a “fuckin’ redneck,” like Bristol Palin’s boyfriend does, and talk about how if anyone messes with you, you'll “kick their fuckin' ass,” and talk about how you like to “shoot shit” for fun, and still be viewed as a responsible, all-American boy (and a great son-in-law to be) rather than a thug.

White privilege is when you can attend four different colleges in six years like Sarah Palin did (one of which you basically failed out of, then returned to after making up some coursework at a community college), and no one questions your intelligence or commitment to achievement, whereas a person of color who did this would be viewed as unfit for college, and probably someone who only got in in the first place because of affirmative action.

White privilege is when you can claim that being mayor of a town smaller than most medium-sized colleges, and then Governor of a state with about the same number of people as the lower fifth of the island of Manhattan, makes you ready to potentially be president, and people don’t all piss on themselves with laughter, while being a black U.S. Senator, two-term state Senator, and constitutional law scholar, means you’re “untested.”


White privilege is being able to say that you support the words “under God” in the pledge of allegiance because “if it was good enough for the founding fathers, it’s good enough for me,” and not be immediately disqualified from holding office--since, after all, the pledge was written in the late 1800s and the “under God” part wasn’t added until the 1950s--while believing that reading accused criminals and terrorists their rights (because, ya know, the Constitution, which you used to teach at a prestigious law school requires it), is a dangerous and silly idea only supported by mushy liberals.


White privilege is being able to be a gun enthusiast and not make people immediately scared of you.


White privilege is being able to have a husband who was a member of an extremist political party that wants your state to secede from the Union, and whose motto was “Alaska first,” and no one questions your patriotism or that of your family, while if you're black and your spouse merely fails to come to a 9/11 memorial so she can be home with her kids on the first day of school, people immediately think she’s being disrespectful.


White privilege is being able to make fun of community organizers and the work they do--like, among other things, fight for the right of women to vote, or for civil rights, or the 8-hour workday, or an end to child labor--and people think you’re being pithy and tough, but if you merely question the experience of a small town mayor and 18-month governor with no foreign policy expertise beyond a class she took in college--you’re somehow being mean, or even sexist.


White privilege is being able to convince white women who don’t even agree with you on any substantive issue to vote for you and your running mate anyway, because all of a sudden your presence on the ticket has inspired confidence in these same white women, and made them give your party a “second look.”


White privilege is being able to fire people who didn’t support your political campaigns and not be accused of abusing your power or being a typical politician who engages in favoritism, while being black and merely knowing some folks from the old-line political machines in Chicago means you must be corrupt.


White privilege is being able to attend churches over the years whose pastors say that people who voted for John Kerry or merely criticize George W. Bush are going to hell, and that the U.S. is an explicitly Christian nation and the job of Christians is to bring Christian theological principles into government, and who bring in speakers who say the conflict in the Middle East is God’s punishment on Jews for rejecting Jesus, and everyone can still think you’re just a good church-going Christian, but if you’re black and friends with a black pastor who has noted (as have Colin Powell and the U.S. Department of Defense) that terrorist attacks are often the result of U.S. foreign policy and who talks about the history of racism and its effect on black people, you’re an extremist who probably hates America.


White privilege is not knowing what the Bush Doctrine is when asked by a reporter, and then people get angry at the reporter for asking you such a “trick question,” while being black and merely refusing to give one-word answers to the queries of Bill O’Reilly means you’re dodging the question, or trying to seem overly intellectual and nuanced.


White privilege is being able to claim your experience as a POW has anything at all to do with your fitness for president, while being black and experiencing racism is, as Sarah Palin has referred to it a “light” burden.


And finally, white privilege is the only thing that could possibly allow someone to become president when he has voted with George W. Bush 90 percent of the time, even as unemployment is skyrocketing, people are losing their homes, inflation is rising, and the U.S. is increasingly isolated from world opinion, just because white voters aren’t sure about that whole “change” thing. Ya know, it’s just too vague and ill-defined, unlike, say, four more years of the same, which is very concrete and certain…


White privilege is, in short, the problem.


Friday, September 12, 2008

Hindsight is 20/20...



Thursday, September 11, 2008

Palin Rocks McCain's Mic

Yanked from 8thlight's posted link on facebook via BuzzFeed:

Palin on offense, making steady headway...

GOAL! FTW!

Why yes, I *AM* easily amused. And no, I'm not above making fellatio references if the occasion calls for it. That is all...

Wednesday, September 10, 2008

Sex On Fire

Last summer an acquaintance that I fancied quite a bit gave me a pile of homemade CDs with songs by his favorite rock artists. As much as I like to think that I have the most immaculate musical taste in the world *cough* I love to check out what other people are into musically. It can tell you a lot about a person - music speaks volumes when words and actions fail. One of the bands I fell in love with on one of the CDs was Kings of Leon, with the song was "Molly's Chambers" from the 2003 EP Holy Roller Novocaine:


Kings of Leon - Molly's Chambers.mp3

Fast forward to now - they've got a new album dropping on the 23rd and a new song called "Sex On Fire" which coincidentally is an accurately descriptive phrase to describe how it sounds - except less painful:

Sex On Fire


Peep how the lead singer looks like he's all of 13 years old - with a full grown 8 o'clock shadow (cuz it's too heavy to be a 5 o'clock shadow but it still isn't quite a full grown beard) a la Rick Fox. He doesn't look like he should have a voice like that either - but his voice is one of the things I dig the most about their sound. He could sing names from the White Pages to me and I'd be enthralled :)

They're coming to the Aragon on Halloween - I'm thinking I might go, especially if I dig their new album when it comes out. I have more than a month to make up my mind - I'll figure it out, HAHA...