Saturday, December 29, 2007
this particular show was about a philosophical priest that had performed over 10,ooo exorcisms. one day he was holding an exorcism seminar at a church, halfway through his speech a man jumped up out of the crowd and ran towards him spewing obscenities and blasphemy and threatened to kill said priest.
when talking about the exorcism that immediately occurred (on audio tape, mind you) after said incident, the priest began rattling off strange facts about the demonic victim: "Kevin"
apparently Kevin was once part of a popular singing group from the early 90's...
now the priest being an older gentleman had no idea of the cultural significance of this group, whose name he struggled with for a while, but finally it was revealed...
Kevin was a part of Color Me Badd and their song was titled "I Wanna Sex U Up."
then they played the tape... a demonic voice (emanating from Kevin) began screaming: "HE'S MINE I OWN HIM BLAH BLAH BLAH GURRRGGGLLEEE RAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!"
i almost crashed my car.
Now Brian from CMB is apparently on a new boy band reality show and drinks a lot of wine and the George Michael lookin' dude is a father and tire store owner and the Kenny G. lookin' dude is a cokehead (according to my Google research).
I'm friends with Kevin on Myspace, he makes gospel music now.
Friday, December 28, 2007
i stole this post of of the "strivin'" blog, but i feel like it really represents the spirit of the man who has always had my back since day one in the bay area music scene (and the backs of many others, he was on 11/5's classic debut album and was also the first person to play e-40 on the radio) if you really want to know about the history of bay area hip hop, you can't overlook my man billy jam...music activist, irish born b-boy, all around awesome dude...
a recent new york transplant, billy does a show on wfmu
and writes for countless publications and blogs
Classic Letter-Billy Jam's Open Letter To 106.1 KMEL's Program Director
Letter by Billy Jam...
This letter originally appeared in Issue 2 of Strivin' magazine. This shit is classic and made a little bit of a buzz around the local music industry because it was a straight shot to KMEL's program director at the time, Michelle Santosousso. These days KMEL is playing a lot more Bay Area rap and that's great. I have no actual proof of this since I haven't turned on the radio (besides talk radio) in the past nine years, but from what people are telling me, the Bay is finally getting a little recognition from the powerhouse station. To understand this letter you have to know that around the time of its publication (1997), KMEL had all but abandoned local music. They were calling themselves the "The People's Station" and "The Station For The Hip Hop Generation," but were actually far from it.
On to the letter...
Dear Ms. Santosousso,
I am writing you this open letter since you didn't have the professional courtest to return any of my last four phone calls over the past six months for stories I was writing for numerous publications read by many of the "people" that "The People's Station" targets. Hopefully you will see this letter in Strivin'. However, based upon your format, which pretty much ignores the Bay Area's rich rap/hip hop talent, I doubt that you spend much time reading Bay Area rapzines or even listening to much music from the Bay. If you did you would no doubt realize how incredible most of it is and immediately have in heavy rotation the endless radio-worthy Bay Area artists in place of your current biased playlist.
In case you think this letter is an attack on KMEL's staff or on you as a person, it is not. Firstly, I have no beef with anyone on KMEL's staff. Many, including Davey D, Sway and Chuy Gomez are respected and valued friends. In fact, I got fired from Wild 107 a few years ago when, after calling in on KMEL to congratulate Chuy (a former Wild 107 DJ) on his new gig, my program director kicked me out of the station for going on the "competitor's" airwaves. I could have kept the job if I had apologized to him and disowned Chuy as a friend. I didn't.
Regarding you Ms. Santosousso, since I've never had the opportunity to talk to you, I don't even know you and therefore have no opinions about you as a person. However, I do have many strong opinions, many negative, about your programming decisions. The first of these was when, after a backstage problem at a KMEL Summer Jam a few years ago, you decided to ban all of Too $hort's music. Then you justified this blackball move with a statement made to the San Francisco Chronicle about how Too $hort hadn't had a hit in two years anyway! The irony of this story is that a year into the ban Too $hort blew up with the title track of his next and "final" album, Gettin' It, and you had no choice but to recant your decision and program the man's music. Of course you never admitted your mistake nor apologized to Too $hort, the godfather of Bay Area rap. And when $hort was interviewed live on KMEL he was a true gentleman and professional so he didn't bring it up. Comically though, the album that you helped him promote on your airwaves still had his side of the story including that famous and ultimately prophetic line from "That's Why," "fuck all of that blackball shit / It won't last / KMEL, y'all can kiss my ass."
Now I could go on with more examples of your questionable programming decisions, but I don't have enough space so I'll jump up to the present or rather to March 14th, 1997, the day that "The People's Station" underwent its recent image makeover. At 6:00 PM the new format was introduced by a rap freestyle that falsely promised, "Regardless of the time of day / All you're gonna hear play is hip hop," and then we were told that KMEL is "The Station For The Hip Hop Generation." This slogan, which has been driven into the ground every single mic break since then, is not only misleading and insulting to your listener's intelligence, but it is also totally disrespectful to the artform of hip hop. Having the voice of KRS-1 telling us that this is the sound of "the hip hop generation" wedged between a cheesy jingle for Levitz Furniture and a sappy Mint Condition ballad is not hip hop by any means! It seems to you that "the hip hop generation" is interchangeable with "the Pepsi generation."
But it gets worse. It appears, in light of the 2Pac and Biggie murders, you've upped your "no color lines" and "increase the peace" type slogans. Don't get me wrong, "Street Soldiers" and "Street Knowledge" are highly commendable shows. So is Sway when, on March 21st, he had former gang members and peace activist Pastor Sonny on his show dropping knowledge about putting an end to gang violence in our community. However, when the very next DJ comes on and plays (from your playlist) the gangsta athem, "Gangstas Make The World Go Round," you totally diffuse your supposed stand for peace. But then I wouldn't expect much more from a programmer who in a sampled evening hour's format (March 27th, 6:00 to 7:00 PM) of music for "the hip hop generation" plays, out of twelve songs, six R&B cuts and out of the six rap/hip hop songs only one was local and that was the multi-platinum 2Pac.
So Ms. Santosousso, how come "The People's Station" doesn't give much love to the "people" of the Bay Area? Why doesn't your "hip hop" daily playlist include such super talented hip hoppers as Saafir and the Hobo Junction family, Rasco, DJ Shadow, Lateef and Lyrics born and the SoleSides crew (and not just as background music!!!!), Homeliss Derelix, Invisibl Skratch Piklz including Mixmaster Mike or Q-Bert with Dr. Octagon, Bored Stiff, Mystik Journeymen, Hieroglyphics, etc., etc.? And since you're playing the self-described "gangsta" music of Westside Connection, why don't you play the unlimited supply of popular local reality rappers like C-Bo, B-Legit, 11/5, Mac Dre, Cougnut, The Delinquents, Andre Nickatina, GLP, RBL Posse and the classic 415, etc., etc.? And tell me, why didn't KMEL add The Conscious Daughters' killer 1996 single, "Gamers," or the Whoridas' incredible single, "Shot Callin' & Big Ballin'" which even The Beat, your sister station in LA added?
Based on your past record I don't expect you to reply this time, but if anyone reading this happens to be calling, writing or e-mailing KMEL's programming office, please join me in asking that they cease and desist pimping the words "hip hop" and that they start to act like a real "people's station" and give some love to Bay Area artists.
Strivin' & Hip Hop Slam
Thursday, December 27, 2007
walking to my car this morning, newspaper headline about man sticking his arm in tiger cage...tasty.
i figure if you put anything in a tiger cage the tiger will think it's a present and want to keep it, tigers are very fond of gifts, especially if they happened to be "wrapped" in a green or red holiday sweater sleeve.
the level of smarts in this country...
got to work at 11am today, i would normally be behind the scenes at my crappy record store job but everyone called in sick, so now i'm in the hip-hop customer service mode
i get a call at noon from a number i don't recognize, block the call, phone rings again, the number looks familiar this time... 831....8..3..1....
it's coming from the phone at my job.
i pick it up and say hello, my boss says hello back, then proceeds to ask about my hours for the day, when i can finally make it in because i was needed in the hip-hop section , i tell her i'm standing in the hip-hop section and had been for the past hour.
some guy comes up to me in hip hop and stands next to me, stares, for a while, then asks which living legends album is the best
go to mcdonalds, zone out on the fry machine, it's counting down then starts beeping, the numbers on the readout turn into letters that say: shake.
someone comes by and shakes the fries
that's how much that company trusts its employees, as this is happening i hear a rustling in front of me, a customer is attempting to grab, attempting to secure a plethora, attempting, of straws to accomidate his family, attempting, i realize he isn't looking at the straws he was attempting to grab, he was staring at a blank wall
i went to mcdonalds
Wednesday, December 26, 2007
here's my bullshit response,
predictions for 2008
by jason chavez
the cross cultural fusions happening in popular music will grow so varied that Frankenstein-esque new genres will have to be sewn together in order to describe the newest music like: gothic indie folk, or post-grunge screamo tech, or neuvo-retro contemporary pshycobilly christian , acappella death electro, braille, sunshine blues and every cd will have either a string quartet tribute or a downtempo remix
someone in everyone of these band will either have the chin-beard/dreads combo, extreme bedhead/facial grimace combo or will wear a necktie incorrectly
umm... every politician will lie
the people will become fed up with the structure of wealth in this country and simultaneously dismantle the i.r.s and the d.p.t.
every reality dating show that is intended to end in marraige will go for 1-2 new seasons and fear factor will introduce baby eating
food will become more processed and multi-functional
lonely and or socio-pathic people will be able to purchase robot mates
you'll be ably to rent your personal memories from netflix
society at large will realize that all of the celebrities that are featured in tabloids and on entertainment tonight-esque "news" shows are really unattractive/boring/not-so-smart and will focus on bettering their own lives, homes families and building intimacy with the people they chose to be their partners/mates
a famous musician will pass away and everyone will rush out to buy their entire catalog
i will eat lots of pizza and watch the young ones and golden girls on dvd with my boo.
i think that's it.
so i get a ticket this morning for residential parking, i was half expecting one, since the "rule" is 2-hour parking limit in residential areas starting at 8a.m.
i'm not going to pretend that i was up bright and early this morning moving my car in order to avoid a citation...
anyway, i pick up the ticket and notice that the time the ticket was issued was 9:45 a.m.
yet, i should "legally" be allowed to park until 10 a.m., then it's game on
they didn't have the common decency to wait 15 minutes to issue my citation, they didn't even respectfully lie to me, now i'm out another $50 and face the possibility of my car being "booted" and possibly towed while i sleep
someone told me that they got a ticket for street cleaning once, but it wasn't the day that cleaning was scheduled, instead, the dpt agent dated the ticket for the previous day in order to issue it...
poop on the dpt
poop i say
Monday, December 24, 2007
SPOILER ALERT!!! SPOILER ALERT!!! SPOILER ALERT!!!
okay, being a fan of the franchise i watched a bootleg of saw iv on the net last night...more of the same but engaging and quite good, the poor man's seven if you will...
however, this installment of the series is the closest in kinship to the great prop comic Gallagher then any of its predecessors.
Gallagher's act is basically: philosophy philosophy philosophy smash a freakin' melon...
saw iv: philosophy philosophy philosophy smash a freakin' melon...
it was a left turn i was not expecting and the fact that it happened to Donnie Wahlberg was just that much sweeter...
and fred savage,the wizard, and some little girl were running into universal studios to attend the gigantic nintendo competition. i noticed one of the extras was a guy dressed up in a cartoon character suit, it looked kinda like mickey mouse with a different head. after rewinding it a couple of times i also noticed a child squealing out an excited "andy panda!".
don't you guys think that he looks like mickey mouse? i do. this isn't coming to the point that the lesser known andy panda came before mickey mouse, i just wanted to spread awareness of his existence.
and now for something completely different
Sunday, December 23, 2007
i made the mistake of making a joke
i said "either that or i have OCD"
she then proceeded to tell me about her friend who has OCD, ADD and a myriad of other ailments who gets SSI (lots of initials) who came to her house the other day to watch a half hour program on television
i asked if her friend cleaned the house for her
she said no and that her friend had given her bedbugs
i inched away a tiny bit
then she told me that she hadn't been to my place of work since it was a bowling alley, "that was a while ago," i remarked...then she told me her family history and that she had the honor of getting the clap from the main LSD kingpin of haight-ashbury era san francisco, seems she was reguarded as a weiro untill kids started tripping and then she was just the coolest
i asked her if she needed any help
she said no
the she looked at the bin card for tha pharcyde, apparently the word pharcyde in its misspelling looks a lot like the word scientists use for petrified dinosaur shit and apparently petrified dinosaur shit is infested with colorful minerals...
so i ask "ahhh...so it's colorful"
and she says "yeah, you can chop it up and make jewelry out of it"
i slowly inched away...
they don't say why...
so i ask that turdburgler james dillon what the dilly is, he says the call is from a deaf person on relay and those calls usually take a while and he had to answer other calls, i tell him i'll take it, why not, i'm patient
(for those who don't know, relay is when you speak through a third party that types out the questions and responses for the deaf party and recites the typed parts to the non-deaf party, sounds simple right?)
here's what happened:
deaf guy: do you have the new metallica record?
me: i believe so
dg: what does it sound like
me: (after a brief friendly non threatening chuckle) ummm... i don't know, hard fast rock music? (i've never had to describe metallica before, the idea to me is a bit amusing)
dg: i'm sorry i'm an 82 year old deaf person that's never heard metallica, why is that funny
me: i wasn't, ummm, i wasn't trying to laugh at...
so then i say to the relay guy who obviously sold me out to a cranky old deaf guy making it look like i was laughing AT him: "just ask if he would like the cd on hold..."
relay guy: you're not allowed to talk to me, you must talk directly to the client
this fucker sells me out, makes me look like a jerk that makes fun of old deaf guys then won't help me at all, plus he's allowed the old guy to believe that i'm a "young lady" the whole length of the conversation.
me: so would you like the cd on hold sir
dg: yes young lady, what instruments do the young men play
me: ummm...guitar drum and bass for the most part
dg: are you still there
me: what name would you like the disc under
dg: (i won't tell you his name, that's kinda mean)
me: the cd will be on hold for you at the front register until tommorrow evening, thanks sir
dg: thank you young lady
i'm gonna let that one marinate for a minute
Saturday, December 22, 2007
dj david from germany, love the t-shirt stuffed into the sweatpants, keep your eyes on his foot, plus the most impressive ending ever:
dj yoshi from japan:
embedding is disabled so you're gonna have to paste the link:
(he scratches with his...well...)
ice-t's dj aladdin (curl alert)
ummm... q-bert... whoa
quite possibly the best battle dj ever...
i'm really upset i can't find the clip of dj pam from the coup rocking doules with her breasts
for those who don't know, 2 girls 1 cup is a now-legendary piece of fetish pornography involving 2 girls putting things in 1 cup and sharing them, things that only they could produce (i'm assuming, i haven't actually seen the video because i don't enjoy vomiting)
anyway, people began filming themselves watching the video and the posting these "reaction videos" for others to watch, which was funny, then it evolved into people being filmed watching the video who had no idea what was in store for them, even funnier, then something strange happened, kids began playing the video for their parents and taping their reactions...
to this day i have never sworn in front of my parents, i might have had a beer with my dad once, but i would never show my parents a video of 2 girls doing things that would cause normal people to puke.
but i also noticed that in these cross-generational reaction videos that the whole family was laughing and gagging together, as a unit, families have actually bonded through this experience...so i submit to you, family bonding in the new millenium:
Thursday, December 20, 2007
(This has the the original sound so you might want to turn your speakers down.)
This kinda speaks for itself.
The Crossroads Series tests were the first nuclear explosions since World War II, and the first nuclear weapon tests since Trinity. These were the first "weapons effects" tests ever conducted - tests designed specifically to study how nuclear explosions affect other things - rather than tests of the behavior of a weapon design (as was Trinity). The purpose of the tests was to examine the effects of nuclear explosions on naval vessels, planes, and animals.
The next two videos are the largest nuclear weapon ever.
The bomb was tested on October 30, 1961, in Novaya Zemlya, an archipelago in the Arctic Sea. Tsar Bomba' (Царь-бомба, literally "Emperor Bomb") is the Western name for the RDS-220 (codenamed "Ivan" by its developers), which was the largest, most powerful nuclear weapon ever detonated. Developed by the Soviet Union, the bomb was originally designed to have a yield of about 100 megatons of TNT, however that was reduced by half in order to limit the amount of nuclear fallout that would result.
Tuesday, December 18, 2007
Monday, December 17, 2007
MY NOMINEE FOR THE MOST UNNECESSARY SOUR FACIALS, DENIM/TANK TOP COMBINATION, UNDEALT WITH UNIBROW IN AN 80'S NEW JACK SWING/R&B MUSIC VIDEO...
AL B. SURE!/ "OFF ON YOUR OWN"
Saturday, December 15, 2007
Friday, December 14, 2007
click here and check out last weeks show.
arthur lyman-south pacific moonlight
minnie ripperton-les flores
john cage- suite for a toy piano
robert in the powell st bart station
flip wilson-the devil made me buy this dress
black dice-roll up
li'l wane-ride for my niggas
shittastic explosion featuring animal collective and boys next door
pink floyd-atom mother heart suite
pope talking to yankee stadium about peace
blue cheer-roll dem bones
christian death-gothic rock
pal abras con ritmo-coat mundi
my bloody valentine-i only said
john cage-a room
ultimate spinach-ego trip
the lost poets- whaite man's got a god complex
charles mingus-wam bam thank you mam
wu tang - i can't go to sleep
purple canteen-brains in my feet
s.o.t.b.m.b.f.-maggotz in your eyes
south pacific/crazy guy
bullion-i guess i just wasnt made for this world(jdilla/beach boys)
my mother's brother was a drag queen, my father's brother was also quite out, plus my best friend since jr. high came out to me years later and one of my best friends at work likes the bears (and i don't mean sports)
i know that's kinda like saying; "i'm not racist cause i have black friends" but it is important...
in the 80's my uncles were very into the dj scene and i was exposed to artists like Sylvester (her) and the diva periods of many already famous singers like Diana Ross (how many costume changes per show, ummm... every song).
What's the point, well, people think it's recenty become hip to be gay or metro, it was never not cool...
Diana Ross "Muscles"
(written by Michael Jackson)
my nominee for the creepiest homo erotic video made by straight people
(for further proof just look at the back cover of the 2nd Rockwell album, or any album by Full Force)
Thursday, December 13, 2007
we all make them...
some of them are actually funny...
so i make a joke at work today during a rousing discussion about b-horror movies:
"how come you never hear about anyone being murdered with a jackhammer, i mean, why not go for it"
so as a joke i put "jackhammer murder" into the google search engine...
it comes back with a film entitled "The Jackhammer Murders"
the tag words for the film are: jackhammer, lesbian, crystal meth... it just keeps getting deeper, supposedly the film has quite a homo erotic tinge as well, for all of the male characters strip to their underwear at random points in the film, and most are jackhammered through the mouth.
random note: the best Leprechaun film is part 5 which takes place in space, it has lines like: "let's hurry up and do this job so I can get drunk."
however, in part 4 he does smoke weed with Ice-T
and in part 1 he kills someone with a pogo stick, then there's the running gag about the guy with the injured leg where he'll run by and hit the guy in the leg and yell: "how's your leg"
i'm a little drunk right now
Wednesday, December 12, 2007
Tuesday, December 11, 2007
Monday, December 10, 2007
tim and eric / tird
tim and eric bowl
chipmunks real voices...this theme song is intense
primordial dwarfism fashion show... good god tyra
this is not a joke, laz d is a rapper with down syndrome, while it is a bit comical it's also very inspiring, plus he makes a hell of a slow jam
i also watched every chapter of r kelly's trapped in the clost in one sitting... it made me a bit dizzy, you can find that shiznoz on your own
Saturday, December 8, 2007
Thursday, December 6, 2007
CMJ Hip Hop #1036
TW LW ARTIST ALBUM LABEL
1 1 BUCK 65 Situation Strange Famous
2 10 HANGAR 18 Sweep The Leg Definitive Jux
3 8 DOPESTYLE The Little Happy Daly City
4 3 AESOP ROCK None Shall Pass Definitive Jux
5 2 JUNK SCIENCE Gran Dad's Nerve Tonic Definitive Jux
6 7 SOLE AND THE SKYRIDER BAND Sole And The Skyrider Band Anticon
7 5 EDIT Certified Air Raid Material Alpha Pup
8 19 DJ MUGGS VS SICK JACKEN The Legend Of The Mask And The Assassin Universal Latino
9 6 MAC LETHAL 11:11 Rhymesayers
10 22 PIECES OF PEACE Pieces Of Peace Cali-Tex
11 9 TALIB KWELI Eardrum Warner Bros.
12 13 BLUE SCHOLARS Joe Metro [EP] Massline/Rawkus
13 4 ILLER THAN THEIRS Iller Than Theirs Embedded
14 14 OTHELLO Alive At The Assembly Line HIPHOPISMUSIC
15 11 ROB SONIC Sabotage Gigante Definitive Jux
16 12 COMMON Finding Forever Geffen
17 17 G AND D Message Uni Versa Stones Throw Look
18 21 M.I.A. Kala Interscope
19 40 ANGIE STONE The Art Of Love And War Concord
20 25 YEA BIG AND KID STATIC Yea Big And Kid Static Jib Door
Wednesday, December 5, 2007
roscoe holcomb (looks like burroughs)
elizabeth cotton (she plays her guitar upside down)
judy collins (doin' petes song turn, turn, turn)
kim loy wong and the highlanders steel band
mississippi john hurt
Rev. Gary Davis
Donovan, Shawn Phillips, and Rev. Gary Davis
Bessie Jones and Children from the Downtown Community School
ramblin' jack elliot
Tuesday, December 4, 2007
Pimp C. died of unknown causes in a hotel room monday, he was speculated to have severe emotional and physical issues after being jailed on trumped up charges...
he was quite a talented musician and brought a musicality to rap that has yet to be mirrored
rest in peace
left to right pimp c. and bun-b (u.g.k. underground kings)
"Townes Van Zandt is the best songwriter in the whole world and I'll stand on Bob Dylan's coffee table in my cowboy boots and say that." — Steve Earle
"I've met Bob Dylan and his bodyguards, and I don't think Steve could get anywhere near his coffee table." — Townes Van Zandt
Sunday, December 2, 2007
Wednesday, November 28, 2007
facebook is gonna cut off yer face and sell it to you for a profit in the name of freedom... and the c.i.a
i'm continualy amazed and freaked out by the interweb... bam!!!
...so the c.i.a. is quite possibly collecting info on you right now (via facebook... seriously read the article, way more to say of value than i do.). creepy... but who isn't? google's prolly had you clocked fer years...
look here and here...
...and we all know... and it gives us shivers from time to time, but what the fuck are you going to do about it really? convenience is king.
by logging into this here blogger account via my gmail address i am adding to my file... a file that no doubt includes everything i've ever posted on myspace, numerous photos i've uploaded to flickr and photobucket... the music i've aquired from limewire and soulseek... the airline tickets i've purchased through priceline... books from amazon... jennifers countless dresses from ebay... and then of course there's my credit history... school records... medical info... the 75 or more times i've been on camera today (apparently the average in london is around 300 times a day)...
very little in this world is anonymous...
even paper money helps keep an eye on who you are and what you do via rfid... after talking about it for years they've, quite recently, actually done it.
this bitch is has allot to say on the subject... she's awesome.
there's even a little tracker i can check to see who's been reading this blog today via their ip address... i can't imagine it would be that hard use that info to figure out an exact physical address.
so this is the part where i get really stoned and watch zeitgeist again... then freak out because someone else has done a better job of what i just did... take a bunch of stuff we all allready know, extrapolate on it ever so slightly, lump it together and put in some ominous music.
it sucks being this completely fucked and totally accepting it..
here is yer ominous music.
harold falter mayer- running man theme
Now that your big eyes have finally opened
Now that you're wondering how must they feel
Meaning them that you've chased across America's movie screens
Now that you're wondering how can it be real
That the ones you've called colorful, noble and proud
In your school propaganda
They starve in their splendor
You've asked for my comment I simply will render
My country 'tis of thy people you're dying
Now that the longhouses breed superstition
You force us to send our toddlers away
To your schools where they're taught to despise their traditions
You forbid them their languages, then further say
That American history really began
When Columbus set sail out of Europe, then stress
That the nation of leeches that conquered this land
Are the biggest and bravest and boldest and best
And yet where in your history books is the tale
Of the genocide basic to this country's birth
Of the preachers who lied, how the Bill of Rights failed
How a nation of patriots returned to their earth
And where will it tell of the Liberty Bell
As it rang with a thud Over Kinzua mud
And of brave Uncle Sam in Alaska this year
My country 'tis of thy people you're dying
Hear how the bargain was made for the West
With her shivering children in zero degrees
Blankets for your land, so the treaties attest
Oh well, blankets for land is a bargain indeed
And the blankets were those Uncle Sam had collected
From smallpox-diseased dying soldiers that day
And the tribes were wiped out and the history books censored
A hundred years of your statesmen have felt it's better this way
And yet a few of the conquered have somehow survived
Their blood runs the redder though genes have paled
From the Gran Canyon's caverns to craven sad hills
The wounded, the losers, the robbed sing their tale
From Los Angeles County to upstate New York
The white nation fattens while others grow lean
Oh the tricked and evicted they know what I mean
My country 'tis of thy people you're dying
The past it just crumbled, the future just threatens
Our life blood shut up in your chemical tanks
And now here you come, bill of sale in your hands
And surprise in your eyes that we're lacking in thanks
For the blessings of civilization you've brought us
The lessons you've taught us, the ruin you've wrought us
Oh see what our trust in America's brought us
My country 'tis of thy people you're dying
Now that the pride of the sires receives charity
Now that we're harmless and safe behind laws
Now that my life's to be known as your "heritage"
Now that even the graves have been robbed
Now that our own chosen way is a novelty
Hands on our hearts we salute you your victory
Choke on your blue white and scarlet hypocrisy
Pitying the blindness that you've never seen
That the eagles of war whose wings lent you glory
They were never no more than carrion crows
Pushed the wrens from their nest, stole their eggs, changed their story
The mockingbird sings it, it's all that he knows
"Ah what can I do?" say a powerless few
With a lump in your throat and a tear in your eye
Can't you see that their poverty's profiting you
My country 'tis of thy people you're dying
Tuesday, November 27, 2007
this (white) guy walks in the store with two small girls, well small compared to him...
he has on baggy jeans, an all over print hoodie, sunglasses, headphones (worn over the hood), the hoodie is open exposing a t-shirt bearing a motto in reference to hustling, he has a blinged out skull belt buckle, he begins telling the girls to ask me where to find certain cd's, i'm standing right next to him, so i walk away...
as i'm exiting i hear the dude exclaim in reference to a Baby and Lil' Wayne cd:
"awww, see that, these dudes are hella gay... that makes me want to pull out my shotgun..."
then i realized that he was closeted, and by shotgun he meant penis, because he really felt the urge to pull out his "shotgun" member and blow a big hearty load all over the effigy of two shirtless creamy brown skinned males who obviously have a lot of money and no problem displaying "family affection" for one another"
this epiphany was quickly debunked upon hearing homeskillet freestyling out front about his shotgun and rollin' and hustlin' and being a gangsta...
then i once again realized he was merely satan's bum droppings (not unlike rob thomas from matchbox 20 or santana... more about that later, or the guy from train...)
not dissin' x-clan, i've been a fan since the late 80's, brotha j's "dark sun riders" project is one of my favorite records, they were playing for devils though and not a speck of pork in the building
anyway, all of jurassic 5's merch was insane, like $2million for a baby tee, they had lots of baby tees, so i see a sign that says "x-clan t-shirts $12, if you buy a shirt get a cd for $5"
i'm like cool, let me get an x-clan shirt, so i ask the merch lady if they have a medium, she's like: "naw, just x-large"
some guy asked me if i'd ever heard rakim before, yesterday while i was at work, i said sure, he hold me that someone had told him that rakim was like charlie bird (parker i assumed)
i said, as far as innovators go, they were both at the head of their respective styles, but bird was imrovisational and hectic, yet melodic...while rakim was very mathematical and calculated.
"so they're not alike?"
"not really" I say.
"well, there hasn't been any innovation in rap since rapper's delight"
i thought we were having a cool conversation and then dude sucker punches me with the sugarhill gang, that record sucks, unless you have to play a wedding, at a country club...hmmm
Waiting to enter the freeway to go home, the car in front of me isn't a car, more of a cart, like the kind that gives you parking tickets, so I'm about to levitate this mother fucker with my nickel plated nina when i realize it wasn't DPT and that on top of the cart was a (i'm assuming) lifesized depiction (plush i'm also assuming) of E.T. (not eddie torrez the extra testicle)... except something was wrong.
It must have been up there for years because its arms had been ripped off, it seemed to know its own handicap too for its head was pointed down in a kind of stuffed sadness...
That made me think that he should just take the thing down, it no longer brought joy, it just looked like a maimed, broken symbol of childhood wonder, you can't go back, you can't hang on when it's over, don't support directors that censor their own films...
You can use any of these at your leisure...
Never fry bacon naked.
jerry lewis self financed a film about a clown forced by the nazi's to entertain children on the way to the gas chamber...
you can download the script here:
it wasn't safe
so a fellow indentured servant goes down the isle against my loudly vocalized warnings of "don't, it's not safe" and makes it back alive
so we at info ask "what was he listening to"
she said "the doors"
Wednesday, November 21, 2007
Monday, November 19, 2007
weird japanese dollar store record/magic star traveler
paul winter whale song action/muni station field recording/yume bitsu
supremes-come together (beatles cover)
taking heads-drugs/coil-her friends the wolves
julianna barwick-dancing with friends
wisconsin death trip/meaning of life/scary sounds from holloween fx tape
tony scwartz-fieldrecordingkidstalkinboutgod/wierd samples/gary higgins
juicy banannas-bad man
laurie anderson-from the air
silver mt. zion-something off "he has left us..."
texas gladden vs plaid sample
authechre vs a scanner darkly vs rainforest noises
joe tex-the love you save
lula cortes eze ramalho-meracas de fogo
zen record/texas gladden-ghost story
set me free
look at your game girl
one of my favorite charlie manson tracks... he really did have allot going on despite how it all turned out... i mean if you ignore the child prostitution, brainwashing, murder conspiring, cult action... he could have made it as a pretty amazing freak folk artist.
i know i've posted about him before... and i probably will again... what can i say the guy is interesting.
it's really dennis wilsons fault the tate murder deally happened.
in 1968, dennis picked up a couple of female hitchhikers, and took them back to his place on sunset... by the following night the family was all up in his grill... they stayed there for months eating up all his snacks usin' his towels and shit... you know generally bein' annoying... but manson had the girls work as servents to earn their keep... was it worth it in the end? prolly not... wilson dropped at least $100k dealing with various gonorrhea outbreaks among the family and handling some uninsured car crash action... all he really got out of it was a b-side.
manson version streaming clip(cease to exist)
beach boys version streaming clip(never learn not to love)
"On August 9, 1969, a group of Manson's followers brutally murdered Sharon Tate and other residents of a home formerly occupied by Beach Boys' producer, Terry Melcher, who had moved out just a short time before."
charlie was pissed because melcher had dissed him.... never would have happened were it not for dennis wilson.
the beach boys still rock though.
Friday, November 16, 2007
why are there so many lamely put together documentaries on decent subjects out there...
interesting subject... boring long voice over with no emphasis or feeling. play yer own music in the background.
here's the original track said worlds most important 6 second drum loop comes from.
amen brother, from the winstons.
Thursday, November 15, 2007
if it's something that would interest you, it's likely that yer a freak and you already know about/bought this on vinyl... but if for some reason or other you haven't gotten yer shitty li'l hands on it (i'm talkin' to you samit... yer hands are covered in shit...) then here ya go... the venetian snares dub-step remix of electric funeral... in all it's doomy, gloomy glory. (seriously check this shit out... it's pretty fucking amazing.)
oh... and here is a link to download the new album my downfall
grab it, listen to it, touch yerself... go pick up the vinyl.
this shit is breath taking... all orchestral and somber... the majority of it moving along with out a rhythm section at all... it's only on 4 or 5 tracks that he gets all glitch happy and slides into breakcore mode and even then not abrasively so... it works... it really works.
Wednesday, November 14, 2007
from now on i'll be vomiting up mp3's on consistent basis.
here we go...
the following are various motown artists covering the beatles:
(offensive image action crazy time)
...the overtly familiar marvelettes version of please mr. postman is oft bubble gum type stuck in my brain and i don't even try to dig it out with flatware or the like.
please mr. postman
stevie wonder freaking out with his harmonica all over we can work it out has a tendancy to pierce its way out of background listening environment into conversation center piece action...
we can work it out
she's leaving home is just plain fucking weird... i think its late motown and vocally sounds extremely contemporary... like it's a new track from one of the not beyonce's in destiny's child... but instead its some chick named syreeta... and then theres the weird, these robot voices doing the parents part and generally just creepin' out all over the track, i cant help it... i love it... been listening to it on repeat fer some days now. (lame note though.. i despise common, and most other gap comercials for that matter, and he apparently sampled slightly from this song on his new album... i overheard the track playing from someones i-pphone the other day.)
she's leaving home
the other on loop listening chunk i've been pounding into my lump of gray mass as consistantly as possible lately is the supremes version of come together... vocally it's all delicate and tinny. it captures it's psycedelic subject matter in a way i didn't know the supremes could... well fuckin' a.
Tuesday, November 13, 2007
we played this on the radio show the other week... so i was happy as a pig in shit when jennifer posted the video for me.
to quote a weird guy from the bbc "here are the pretty things talking about that commodity we're all after... L.S.D."
now this one is strange because it's came up twice the other day... i some how slept on this video, even though it was posted to a friend and fellow contributor to this here blog's (market virus... check out the post right before this... perfect i tell you, perfect)myspace. he's had it up for month now, and for some reason i only just watched it... and then, low and behold, same day i got this...
and then lastly not leastly there is this... which was left for me by my friend betty at first person. i very much need to spend some time and watch this film in its entirety.
Monday, November 12, 2007
Salvador Muñoz is an alien. He came from Jalisco to California.
As an outsider from the low rider community he was able to free himself from the classicism of the Chevy Impala. He is a self taught iconoclast. He transformed a 1973 Nissan pick-up truck into "Wicked Bed".
The bed of the truck rises and spins opening itself in four independent parts. The doors shut out and spin fast while the hood jumps off and spins too. The front of the truck separates itself from the back and drives around independently while the rest of the car dances.
Like some sort of doctor Frankestein he has given life to this aggresive irrational machine. The future is happening and is out of control like a mutated virus.
Technology has been appropiated and used in seductive unexpected ways. It has become a tool of culture jamming and resistance in the streets.
Barrio ballet mechanique.
Saturday, November 10, 2007
...and here are some helpful quotes as well as an mp3 version from mr. leary.
(this is a long ass post, so if yer super a.d.d. just skip to the end and download the trax.)
Reading from the book The Psychedelic Experience: A manual based on the Tibetan Book of the Dead by Timothy Leary Ph.D, Ralph Metzner Ph.D and Richard Alpert.Ph.D
What are psychedelic drugs? The first thing to be said is that they're no new arrival on the human historical scene. Sacred plants and vegetables have been used for thousands of years back to the dawn of human history by wise men, medicine men, prophets, to expand man's mind. Today in our technological society we have produced dozens of chemicals which perform the same function. LSD, mescaline, dimethyltryptamine, psilocybin; there's a long litany of psychedelic chemicals, all of which, interestingly enough, are based on organic or botanical chemicals, and the powerful drugs which we now have to expand human consciousness are not the end. Each few months the biochemists come up with a new molecule which talks directly, eloquently and powerfully to the human nervous system, opens it up and changes it.
What do these ancient plant and modern drugs do to the human mind? They expand consciousness. What is consciousness? Consciousness is energy which is received and decoded by a physiological structure. There are as many level of consciousness available to the human being as there are structures, anatomical organs, inside the body for decoding different sorts of energies. Specifically and statistically there are hundreds of levels of consciousness whirling around inside your nervous system and your cellular systems. Each one a universe unto itself with its own meaning, its own dialect, its own politics, its own ecstasies, its own terrors, its own concepts of union and dissolution.
There are hundreds of universes of intelligent energy inside your body.
For the beginning student in this new and bewildering science of consciousness expansion it's useful I think to consider 5 broad levels of consciousness, and anyone who wishes to think about or learn about the psychedelic drugs must keep something like this 5 point scale in mind because each drug and each drug experience energizes and triggers off different levels of consciousness.
The 5 levels of consciousness that I suggest your learn and eventually learn to use are: sleep; symbolic consciousness; consciousness of the senses, directly energized; the consciousness of cell; and the consciousness of pre-cellular energy, molecular or atomic in nature.
All of you know what normal symbolic consciousness is. We think of ourselves as human beings with tangible organs such as ears and fingers and eyes and feet. Actually the human body is a collection of trillions of cells. Each cell in your body is a network of communication and intelligent energy much more complicated than the City of New York. Each cell in your body is performing tasks of communication, transportation, ingestion, elimination, defense, memory, and learning; tasks which are millions or hundreds of millions of years old and which have not changed in many cycles of evolution.
Within the nucleus of every cell in your body is contained a chain of protein molecules which is called the DNA code. This is the blueprint of life. The DNA code is a biochemical-electrical architect's office which designs and constructs every cell in your body and the overall patterning of your organs and tissues. Your DNA code was created by the codes of your mother and your father. You contain within every cell in your body a living chain of molecules which is literally the chain of life and which traces back in unbroken sequence to the beginning of life on this planet some 2 billion years ago. If one link in this chain of life had been broken in over 2 billion years you and I would not be here today.
During psychedelic sessions with drugs such as peyote, mescaline, psilocybin and LSD, consciousness can contact the evolutionary wisdom which resides inside your cells and make connections with a living time machine which pulsates inside each cell. During the typical psychedelic drug session the subject reports being tumbled through a compressed history of evolution...one second you lie pulsating as a single cell, and the next second ancient memories of mammalian existence sweep over your consciousness, and the next second a hundred file-card memories of other human lives spin through your projector. In one instant you're an old man, a young baby, a beautiful woman...It's as though God has taken you by the hand and led you through the door of sleep, through the door of symbol, through the door of senses, into the heart of his workshop, relentless, timeless, tissue machinery clicking, unfolding, changing, spinning out organic forms, constantly evolving.
The most powerful of the psychedelic lenses presently available to us and the most powerful experience which has been described in human history is the 5th level of consciousness. The universe of pure energy, vibrations, pulsating rhythms far older, far more powerful, far wiser than the cell are those energies, molecular and atomic, which lay at the far outskirts of human awareness. During any one second of an LSD session consciousness can whirl through all 5 levels: Sleep, Symbol, Sense, Cell and Soul. A thousand microscopes, a thousand telescopes, a thousand blindfolds, a thousand symbols, spinning through awareness at each instant.
The LSD experience cannot be understood as anything but a philosophic confrontation. What is real in this spinning universe of realities of varying space and time dimensions and what is the effect of this rocket voyage through the nervous system and the cellular terrain? Terror, reverence, cosmic laughter, awe, ecstasy, but mainly confusion. The average American is no more equipped to confront and understand the energies which reside inside his body than a week-old baby is able to understand and use a computer. You are the week-old baby and the computer is your brain.
Drugs—the terror word of the 20th century; but let's face this issue of drugs bluntly and factually. The embarrassing truth is that consciousness is a chemical phenomenon. Everything that you have ever experienced you experienced because of a chemical reaction in your nervous system.
* Memory is a chemical process.
* Learning is a chemical process.
* Stupidity is a chemical process.
* Stupor is a chemical process.
* Normal awareness is a chemical process.
The language of your body is the language of molecules. The retina of your eye, the delicate membrane of your ear, your nerve cells, your tissue cells, do not speak English nor Latin nor French. They've been designed by a 2 billion year old process of trial and error to receive, decode, and send out language, which is chemical.
part 1 mp3
part 2 mp3
part 3 mp3