Clifford Smith & Reggie Noble (plus a little Christoper Wallace) - "Dangerous MCs"

swangin.

OK, here we go. Kids cheering at the beginning + Biggie on the hook = I'M IN.
Where do I sign? Do I need to bring bus fare? Should I pack a sack lunch?
Everyone in my bloggy circle is posting the track below, and I don't care for the dumb chorus of the track below, but c'mon, it's Meth and Red, my favorite barbers! I had to do it!

I wished with all my heart for a little more UGK presence, since it thrilled and amazed last time, but I guess a girl can't always get what she wants.

Everybody seems to like that "whore/Ferrari doors" line; you guys are so predictable! I would like to share with you, however, that I believe the following are the better verbal snippets:

Even Herbie Hancock know Red ROCKIT.

No one can stop me/"dun-nuh-nuh, dun-nuh-NUHHH," like Rocky.




HIP HOP NEWS @ DEFSOUNDS.COM

I got the. I got the. I got the woofers in my Jeep.

It's 2:27 pm. My office has a strict no-blogging policy. Shhh.
Mr. Ace and his voice and delivery have always pleased me. Good job, D-Nice!


True Hip-Hop Stories: Masta Ace from D-Nice on Vimeo.

Original reviews from The Source: Ready to Die, Illmatic, Enter the Wu-Tang

I'M SO '90s, oh my goodness.
Somebody better stop me; it's getting out of hand.

I'm taking a risk with this one, cuz it's so testosterone-filled that I worry you guys will forget I'm a girly girl. I am, promise.

Oct. '94

Feb. '94

Feb. '94

(best thing about this one is the Wu gods' old-timey names!
The Rebel INS! Prince Rakeem! Ghost Face Killerrr. LOL-sies)

via Press Rewind If I Haven't...,

the greatest website I never thought of.

The Prez makes noise. Morrissey doesn't care for Rolling Rock. Famous Last Tweets.

1. 72% of us approve of President Dreamboat's performance so far. Swoon.

2. "Take me out tonight where there's music and there's people and they're young and aliiiiiive..."

FORTUNATE TEENS PARTY WITH MORRISSEY, 1994

"There is a seldom told story that Morrissey's tour bus broke down in small town Ohio in the autumn of 1994. A full day was necessary for the repairs to be completed and Morrissey and his band delighted local teenaged fans by stopping by a house party to drink beer and smoke marijuana. "It was the time of my life," remarks Tamara Marshall, who was hosting the party. "My parents were out of town and I was told not to have a party, but once Morrissey showed up I knew I wasn't going to be a secret for long." When asked what she remembered most about Morrissey's visit, Tamara answered, "He didn't like Rolling Rock beer"."

- Link

3. Sept. 13, 1996: "Now what am I gonna do with my night?" Don't lie, it's kinda funny.

- Link

Vladimir Nabokov.

Carl Mydans photo.

Plugs - "All Them Witches"

Heavens to synthesizers, my new Brit boyfriends have arrived!

Please allow me to introduce PLUGS (I think it's all caps-?). I know little about them other than:

1. BLIMEY they've made my new favorite song,
2. Their frontman is Morgan from Does It Offend You, Yeah?,
3. They're cute and probably wear trainers, and
4. They fancy an exclamation point or ten, much like your favorite nerdy bikini-clad blogger. (The headline on their MySpace page: "!!!!!!!!!!")

On their page they have a cute little story about a recent guest DJ gig they had where they dropped this song on the British massive, and their excitement is so charming...plus, I can endorse a group of musical lads who reference Bourriaud and call themselves altamodern without making me cringe. They posted their setlist, too--Minute Men, Zappa, Yes, Aphex Twin; I approve! Nice to meet you, PLUGS! Welcome to the enchanted land of being Logan's New Musical Boyfriends. Wonderful adventures await you.

"HEY I GUESS BOURRIAUD WAS RIGHT AFTER ALL. MODERNITY IS ALL ABOUT CULTURAL NOMADISM, ISLANDS AND ARCHIPELEGOS!!!!!! WE'RE ALTERMODERN!!!!!!!!!"

Plugs - All Them Witches from Seb Lloyd on Vimeo.

Oscar Wilde.

Open to interpretation,

but let's just say I've been thinking a lot lately
about things like womanhood and integrity
and where the two meet
re:
acquiring potential (male) musician subjects
for a Wax Poetics piece. (this is one of my goals in life)

Dinner with these dudes, coffee, flirtations...I have yet to partake, although it's encouraged by most people in my life who seem to think I have something close to the winning cards and want me to get a music-writing gig. They know it's important to me. Non-partaking at the expense of integrity might mean I don't get the gig. That's OK with me now and I'm hoping it'll be OK with me 10 years down the road, even if I still don't have a byline in WaxPo.

Sorry to be all dramatical--
I think I'm good, the moment has passed. Back to nerdy bikini-clad tomboyishness and assorted other content.

I love the quote, though.

Sunday morning. Seu Jorge.

"You love bands when they're playing hard..."

Oh Seu.
Estou apaixonada pela tua voz!

Hi Loozer!

The Machine and his headband only had 9 points yesterday, but the magical Slavic-tastic effect he has on his teammates as they are inspired to destroy their opponents cannot be quantified or overstated.

I believe I predicted this would happen. I'm like Jimmy the Greek, only with a really awesome rack.

Camp Lo - "Get Em Lo Gang"

Camp Lo-gan, tee hee.

Japanese b-side off of Stone & Rob Presents...Caught On Tape,
which kills other mixtapes left & right, leaving nothing in its wake.
Put this on in your Bonneville & come pick me up. It's physically impossible for you to drive faster than 30 MPH through the neighborhood with this in the Kenwood.

Apple Juice Kid, sorry I made fun of your name,
but please know I stand in awe of your production talents and you have created a lovely mixtape that will be the sonic driving force for my late spring/early summer Los Angeles bikini-clad nerdy sarcasm peddler and vinyl fiend activities. Well done, sir.

Oh, AND--
Please, pretty please, hand over the instrumental. Please?

Get em/bus'em downnnn...

"I used to hustle, now all I do is relax & strive/

when I was young I was a fan of the Jackson 5."

"It's 1991...hey crew, let's make an album that will change Logan's life,
and the game at large."

Andrew tells me that Illmatic is the next 33 1/3 book!

See, you guys, this is why hatchetmen are so handy to have.
I have people who care about me and text me with breaking news like this because they understand that I'm SO '90s and that is lovely.
It's great being me.

You need more people and then maybe you'd be constantly up on things, so many things, like I am. Thanks Andrewwwww!

Most of my favorite things in life are in this photograph.
One's Illmatic should not bake in the sun; I'm being bad.

Thing that you did not need to point out to me #3,568

Oh dear. Somebody bring me the "No Fucking Way" file, pretty please.


Storchy likes that white girl? I'm shocked, shocked, cuz when he tried to pull up my skirt and mount me in that bathroom stall at Mansion in Miami and would not STFU he seemed totally sober. Also, those hideous 50 Cent tracks he produced don't sound at all like they were made by an ostentatious coke monkey.
Also in the news today: I like records. Los Angeles is in California. Jay-Z has a lot of money. Ash Roth is the epitome of Caucasoid wackness.

Jewish Tony Montana here is apparently now back on the come-up and will soon bless us with tracks he made while sober. Wonderful.

Drum loops that make me want to take my pants off, episode 1.

flesh of my flesh
and mind of my mind.

Trevor Traynor, I'm onto you.

I can't remember where I heard about this guy or how I ended up on his site, but I'm pretty sure he wants to sleep with me. Hello, look at the steezy white balance and ISO speed skills on display below, plus the fact that he just happened to snap flicks of some of my favorite microphone holders, just to try to impress me.

Dear Trevor,

I only sleep with musicians, DUH. Nice try, photo guy.

Love, Logan.*

Reggieeeeee!

OMG. Oh em geeeee. Look how beautiful this is. Are you looking?

trevortraynor.com

* Really, must I tell you guys I'm kidding here?
I'm kidding. I'm just kidding.

Basslines that make me wanna take my pants off, episode 2.

I pass my idle days with my idle ways
til the twelfth of always
She walks my hallways
I keep her warm, but we never kiss.

Oooohh.
I wanna be friends with it.

Basslines that make me wanna take my pants off, episode 1.

The thing that men and women need to do is stick together
Progressions can't be made if we're separate forever.

I'll take the instro of this if you got it!
(Do you?)

RZA speaks on Premier's evolving production techniques

"I remember when Premier first heard ("Clan in Da Front")...he was in shock. He started chopping more. He was good for a good loop and a good scratch on top of the loop.

Then it was a-boom, ching, jigga-jong. He never did that before."

I have a difficult time moving beyond the year 1993, musically speaking.

Moving beyond the Wu, also a problem for me.

The Rizz understands that there's only so much that the English language will give when it comes to describing the details of a sonic landscape. But still--every damn time he talks about knob twistin' and loop choppin' I swear if it isn't the most perfectly described thing I ever heard. You should scroll back up and read his quote again, you really should.

- Link

Loozer hurt my feelings. The comedic stylings of the Yahoo home page. Street Sweeper Social Club.

1. Carlos Loozer, please see yourself out. Nobody cares about you and you dumb team and your dumb points. The Machine and his headband will see to it that you are sufficiently dealt with on Saturday.

2. I am really quite amused by many little things in life. This makes me a cheap date and that's kinda fresh, right? Last night, for example, this amused me to an inappropriate degree:

3. Street Sweeper Social Club!

OMG, leftist musical boys in a record store! 83 of my favorite things in one!
I feel warm and excited all over my body.

All the cute revolutionary white boys I had crushes on in college had, in turn, dude crushes on Boots from The Coup. Going to get ice cream and talking about Friere and Chomsky and then making out after having too many organic microbrews sounded nice in theory, but those kindsa dudes tend to take theyself too serious for your favorite nerdy bikini-clad blogger's liking so it's probably for the best that we didn't end up together.

Anyway, he and Tom Morello are doing this thing called Street Sweeper Social Club, which I approved of even before hearing the music. Remember how I was when I heard El-P was producing Zach de la Rocha? Yeah. Like that.

See you at the next Doctors Without Borders/ACLU/Copwatch benefit show, guys!
"Clap for the Killers" is pretty great (streaming on their page). Fred Hampton lyrics are always on point, everybody knows that.

- MySpace

"Team,
Let’s rumble
is my thoughts exactly
They work for gangsters and they whacked Fred Hampton Jr.’s pappy
Ay playboy pop em with a pistol and get executed
Ay mama murder em with missiles and you get saluted."

Rakim. Rakim. Ra. Kimmm. Plus a lil etymology.

cadence:
c.1384, "flow of rhythm in verse or music," from M.Fr. cadence, O.It. cadenza "conclusion of a movement in music," lit. "a falling," from V.L. *cadentia, from L. cadens prp. of cadere "to fall" (see case (1)). In 16c., sometimes used literally for "an act of falling." The It. form cadenza was borrowed 1836 as a musical term for "ornamental passage near the close of a song or solo."


Turns out I still have the musical tastes of a 17-year-old dude from Queens in 1994. Sigh.

I know it shouldn't matter since we're more concerned with things like rhyme scheme, delivery, content, narrative arc, etc. in the raposphere, but the voice of this man is like thunder from the music gods. Or maybe hail? Anyway, it's something powerful and kinda scary but in a good way. There's that monotonous tone always, emotions under the surface but he's able to harness and direct them like...wait for it...a soul controller. He always sounds like he's giving me a stern talking-to, like I got caught sneaking in the house at 4 am (with a dude who's bad for me, no doubt), and I'm kind of overwhelmed and not really listening at first, standing in the living room getting a lecture, but when I wake up the next morning the weight of his words sink in and I realize

goddammit if Rakim wasn't on point last night.

"I don't go on tour, I go to war."

Axl reminds me to relax.

THE BAWSS.


(Heard "Patience" on the radio yesterday, had forgotten how hard that song RULES--
c'mon--a whistle solo, got all wistful & inspired, miss Axl, they sure as HALE don't make 'em like that no more, please excuse this interlude, we'll now return to our regularly scheduled programming.)

PS - This music dork would be remiss if she didn't acknowledge that Izzy actually wrote the lyrics. But who cares, when Axl's the one singin and callin me "Sugar." It's true, ALL we need is patience! Axl, you're so right! Call me.)