Tuesday, April 10, 2007
Everybody dance now!
When I was in highschool I had a moderately attractive, bulky, but in shape football playing Mexican friend. For the life of him, he couldn't understand how all Black dudes, no matter the age, have cut, defined, six pack abs. Well buddy, it's thank to this:
Bigs ups toCrunk + Disorderly for this one.
Bigs ups to
The Final Countdown
Taken straight from the horse's mouth:
"The White Stripes will release their sixth album, 'Icky Thump', on XL Recordings in UK/Europe on June 18th and on Warner Brothers Records in North America, SE Asia and Japan on June 19th. You can view the album's cover art by visiting the news section of www.whitestripes.com."
Go on. Get excited.
Monday, April 09, 2007
This Magic Moment
And now, a faint glimpse at the reason why I made the effort to get up on the good foot and get into Cinespace last week.
See also:
Word of the Day!
"mp3J". As in one who throws down like the best of em, making you sweat, one iPod and/or hard drive assisted track at a time.
PITCHFORK: Column: Puritan Blister #25/Last Night a DJ Washed My Dishes (Part One)
Don't cha wish your girlfriend was hot like me?
The tracklist for Queens of the Stone Age's upcoming album Era Vulgaris has been unveiled for the public. Just reading it gives me goosebumps.
01 Turning on the Screw
02 Sick, Sick, Sick
03 I'm Designer
04 Into the Hollow
05 Misfit Love
06 Battery Acid
07 Make It Wit Chu
08 3's & 7's
09 Suture Up Your Future
10 River in the Road
11 Run Pig Run
Sunday, April 08, 2007
Old school funk for the true funk soldiers!
Okay. Can we all take a minute to acknowledge how great Amy Winehouse's Frank is. [And yes feel free to take the time to cut me down for getting my hands on it so late in the game.] It's jazzier, wittier, and more free form then her current [yet equally stunning] disc Back to Black. Frank, welcome to Tauwan Patterson's record collection. Something tells me we are going to be friends.
And make sure you check the lyrics:
When you walk in the bar,
And you dressed like a star,
Rockin' your F me pumps.
And the men notice you,
With your Gucci bag crew,
Can't tell who he's lookin' to.
Cuz you all look the same,
Everyone knows your name,
And that's you whole claim to fame.
Never miss a night,
Cuz your dream in life,
Is to be a footballers wife.
You don't like players,
That's what you say-a,
But you really wouldn't mind a millionaire.
You don't like ballers,
They don't do nothing for ya,
But you'd love a rich man six foot two or taller.
You're more than a fan,
Lookin' for a man,
But you end up with one-nights-stands.
He could be your whole life,
If you got past one night,
But that part never goes right.
In the morning you're vexed,
He's onto the next,
And you didn't even get no taste.
Don't be too upset,
If they call you a skank,
Cuz like the news everyday you get pressed.
You don't like players,
That's what you say-a,
But you really wouldn't mind a millionaire.
Or them big balers,
Don't do nothing for ya.
But you'd love a rich man six foot two or taller,
You can't sit down right,
Cuz you jeans are too tight,
And your lucky its ladies night.
With your big empty purse,
Every week it gets worse,
At least your breasts cost more than hers.
So you did Miami,
Cuz you got there for free,
But somehow you missed the plane.
You did too much E,
Met somebody,
And spent the night getting cane.
Without girls like you,
There'd be no fun,
We'd go to the club and not see anyone.
Without girls like you,
There's no nightlife,
All those just go home to their wives.
Don't be mad at me,
Cuz your brushing thirty,
And your old tricks no longer work.
You should have known from the job,
That you always get dumped,
So dust off your fuck me pumps.
Too funny.
And make sure you check the lyrics:
When you walk in the bar,
And you dressed like a star,
Rockin' your F me pumps.
And the men notice you,
With your Gucci bag crew,
Can't tell who he's lookin' to.
Cuz you all look the same,
Everyone knows your name,
And that's you whole claim to fame.
Never miss a night,
Cuz your dream in life,
Is to be a footballers wife.
You don't like players,
That's what you say-a,
But you really wouldn't mind a millionaire.
You don't like ballers,
They don't do nothing for ya,
But you'd love a rich man six foot two or taller.
You're more than a fan,
Lookin' for a man,
But you end up with one-nights-stands.
He could be your whole life,
If you got past one night,
But that part never goes right.
In the morning you're vexed,
He's onto the next,
And you didn't even get no taste.
Don't be too upset,
If they call you a skank,
Cuz like the news everyday you get pressed.
You don't like players,
That's what you say-a,
But you really wouldn't mind a millionaire.
Or them big balers,
Don't do nothing for ya.
But you'd love a rich man six foot two or taller,
You can't sit down right,
Cuz you jeans are too tight,
And your lucky its ladies night.
With your big empty purse,
Every week it gets worse,
At least your breasts cost more than hers.
So you did Miami,
Cuz you got there for free,
But somehow you missed the plane.
You did too much E,
Met somebody,
And spent the night getting cane.
Without girls like you,
There'd be no fun,
We'd go to the club and not see anyone.
Without girls like you,
There's no nightlife,
All those just go home to their wives.
Don't be mad at me,
Cuz your brushing thirty,
And your old tricks no longer work.
You should have known from the job,
That you always get dumped,
So dust off your fuck me pumps.
Too funny.
Youmustnotknowboutme!
LL Cool J. Whatcha hood like. In case you forgot. Cause I know I did. I've grown oh so accustomed to the lip-licking, shirt ripping LL. Not the shit kicking, what you know about that LL. It's been a long time.
For Your Consideration
2 Things:
1. I am digging the hushed and relaxed Ryan Adams present in this here photograph.
AND
2. I'm kind of excited.
Ryan Adams. Easy Tiger.
THE MODERN AGE: Ryan Adams Is Bananas…But Still a Hottie
1. I am digging the hushed and relaxed Ryan Adams present in this here photograph.
AND
2. I'm kind of excited.
Ryan Adams. Easy Tiger.
Saturday, April 07, 2007
This is how we do it.
Yes it is Lauryn. You don't even know...
I don't about the rest of you Amy Winehouse fans, but whenever I play Back to Black from start to finish, I immediately press play on Lauryn Hill's The Miseducation of Lauryn Hill and keep the vibe going cause I think that's the way god intended it.
Raise your hand if you miss Lauryn Hill?...Damn. And I thought I was the only one.
I don't about the rest of you Amy Winehouse fans, but whenever I play Back to Black from start to finish, I immediately press play on Lauryn Hill's The Miseducation of Lauryn Hill and keep the vibe going cause I think that's the way god intended it.
Raise your hand if you miss Lauryn Hill?...Damn. And I thought I was the only one.
New flava in ya ear!
I had no time for Kels' last album. TP3. beta max unloaded or whatever it was called, but with each coming day comes another remix, track, or demo from his upcoming album and I'm all oh shit, that's what I'm talking about!
Friday, April 06, 2007
Possibly Maybe?
"I think she's really gonna surprise people on this. She's been underestimated."-Chad Hugo on the tracks he and Ashlee Simpson have laid down so far.
Quote of the Night!
Today's quote comes from Karla, a commenter over at Entertainment Weekly's PopWatch Blog:
"...I think this Sanjaya thing could really get out of hand, and one of the top 3 girls could go before he does. He's a sweet young man and a goof, but man, I wouldn't want to be in his shoes.I've been watching all the uproar about him. Wouldn't it be cool if people in America could get this focused and vocal (but not quite so mean spirited and homophobic) about something important, like the war, or our loss of privacy rights and habeus corpus and all that? Just asking."
C'mon get happy!
Disneyland. The happiest place on earth.
Thursday, April 05, 2007
When Behind the Music returns...
Nothing to report here really. I just think this is the best I have ever seen Panic! at the Disco look in public.
Photo courtesy of MTV News.
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