Hot Chip. The Henry Fonda Theatre. Hollywood, CA. Followed by an after party at Star Shoes. Tonight. I'll be there. Will you?
Wednesday, June 13, 2007
Will you be there?
Hot Chip. The Henry Fonda Theatre. Hollywood, CA. Followed by an after party at Star Shoes. Tonight. I'll be there. Will you?
Big Ups T-Pain!/New flava in ya ear!
It's not right, but it's okay.
I have a cousin. He's a senior in high school. In actuality he is more like a little brother. During our youth we had matching outfits from time to time, and have lived under the same roof since my 8th grade year of junior high school. Now that I am out of college we have gotten a little tighter, bonding over tales of respective late night debauchery, family members getting us down, and of course music. Now cousin lil bro keeps his ear glued to the streets when it comes to current and popular hip-hop and R&B, which when you think about it isn't that hard when you are a high school student in Southern Los Angeles who surrounds himself/is surrounded by predominately Black and Hispanic peers. Every now and then cousin lil bro and I go back and forth over some song that just needs to be heard, or in his case, something all the kids are listening to that he wants my opinion on. So, in honor of T-Pain's new album hitting number one on the charts, [Which surprises the hell out of me. I thought for sure that Rihanna had that top spot on lock.] here's a song cousin lil bro played for me one day as we rode to Burger King or some shit together. Sean Kingston. Beautiful Girls (Suicidal)*. Enjoy!
*And no, he did not know that Ben E. King's Stand By Me provides the backdrop for most of this song.
Youmustnotknowboutme!
How did I miss this movie when it hit theatres? Not only did it come out on my birthday, but the ad design for its posters show some love for the work of Mr. Andy Warhol. I must have been tripping...
Ladies and gentleman I present to you Tyler Perry, [the R.Kelly of the stage and film world] still riding out those 15 minutes.
If you don't know, now you know.
Worth the wait?
Is this even worth the effort? I mean so you're technically getting a White Stripes show for the low, low price of 9-13.99. [or higher, this is the old Tower Records space after all] But still, I don't know man.
I think I'm in love?
So...Yeah...I have been waiting forever and a day for this song to be released as a single; To be able to throw it on at a party and have people go bananas and not stop moving cause they don't recognize the track. [Look I know there is nothing better than being able to both get down and sing along to a jam as you get your groove on, but there's also nothing wrong with being a slave to some unknown block rocking beat. I'm just saying.]
For me, Lovestoned/I Think She Knows is where JT hits his MJ swagger jacking stride. So imagine how excited I was when I woke up this morning and found out that this song now has a video to accompany it. Unfortunately what we get is the 3rd video from Futuresex/Lovesounds that is heavy on the ambition, but low on that thing they call the wow factor. I still adore the album, and this song is still my shit, but am I wrong in wanting so much more?
For me, Lovestoned/I Think She Knows is where JT hits his MJ swagger jacking stride. So imagine how excited I was when I woke up this morning and found out that this song now has a video to accompany it. Unfortunately what we get is the 3rd video from Futuresex/Lovesounds that is heavy on the ambition, but low on that thing they call the wow factor. I still adore the album, and this song is still my shit, but am I wrong in wanting so much more?
Old school funk for the true funk soldiers!
Matt Pond PA.
Several Arrows Later*
Indie Rock at its finest.
*not the actual video. Yes the actual song.
Several Arrows Later*
Indie Rock at its finest.
*not the actual video. Yes the actual song.
Tuesday, June 12, 2007
Here's a little story that must be told!
And it goes a little something like this:
Yeah... It was one of those nights.
Oh last summer. Fresh out of college, back home in Los Angeles, long hair now cut, living the unemployed but educated life in the city. One warm summer night I was just riding around with the homieMoleski.
[I am sure we were doing something far more spectacular than cruising the streets, for lack of a better word; but at the moment it all escapes me]
I wasn't ready to call it a night, we are young twentysomethings I thought, it's a Saturday night, and last I had checked it wasn't even 11 pm yet. And I needed [okay wanted] a drink. I don't how, and again, don't remember why, but we were in the Los Feliz/Echo Park/Silverlake region, which partially explains how, when Moleski asked where we could go that was nearby I suggested and lead him to Akbar.
Now if you don't live in Los Angeles/aren't familiar with Akbar, it's one of those not quite a dive, not quite large enough to be a club type establishments that for the most part, caters to the young and "hip" who also happen to like those who share the same sexual organs as they do. [And on this night, Wanda Sykes and two gal pals. Don't ask. I'm not her keeper] Now this wasn't my first trip to a gay bar, but it was for my 100% heterosexual partner in crime for the night Moleski. As I danced to a beat or two and downed a few drinks Dave remained glued to the wall, not out of fear or ignorance, but because it was all so damn interesting to take in, in a fish out of water, sociological field trip kind of way.
[Though I would totally understand the fear part. I once left a party to hook up in his car, (What? I was young. And by young I mean drunk and horny.) only to return and find out that for the duration of my drunken time away, he was accosted by an older gay co-worker of mine.]
But I digress.
To make a long story short, Moleski left Akbar completely amazed at what he had witnessed. It was just, in his words "quite the experience". Was it one he needed to explore again? Not really. But if he ever wanted to be reminded of the night where he found out that not all gay guys look and act like Jack from Will and Grace, he should read this post from Dan Carlson, over at Slowly Going Bald, describing his first trip, as a heterosexual male, to a gay club.
SLOWLY GOING BALD: The Man Show: Or, My First Trip To A Gay Club
Yeah... It was one of those nights.
Oh last summer. Fresh out of college, back home in Los Angeles, long hair now cut, living the unemployed but educated life in the city. One warm summer night I was just riding around with the homieMoleski.
[I am sure we were doing something far more spectacular than cruising the streets, for lack of a better word; but at the moment it all escapes me]
I wasn't ready to call it a night, we are young twentysomethings I thought, it's a Saturday night, and last I had checked it wasn't even 11 pm yet. And I needed [okay wanted] a drink. I don't how, and again, don't remember why, but we were in the Los Feliz/Echo Park/Silverlake region, which partially explains how, when Moleski asked where we could go that was nearby I suggested and lead him to Akbar.
Now if you don't live in Los Angeles/aren't familiar with Akbar, it's one of those not quite a dive, not quite large enough to be a club type establishments that for the most part, caters to the young and "hip" who also happen to like those who share the same sexual organs as they do. [And on this night, Wanda Sykes and two gal pals. Don't ask. I'm not her keeper] Now this wasn't my first trip to a gay bar, but it was for my 100% heterosexual partner in crime for the night Moleski. As I danced to a beat or two and downed a few drinks Dave remained glued to the wall, not out of fear or ignorance, but because it was all so damn interesting to take in, in a fish out of water, sociological field trip kind of way.
[Though I would totally understand the fear part. I once left a party to hook up in his car, (What? I was young. And by young I mean drunk and horny.) only to return and find out that for the duration of my drunken time away, he was accosted by an older gay co-worker of mine.]
But I digress.
To make a long story short, Moleski left Akbar completely amazed at what he had witnessed. It was just, in his words "quite the experience". Was it one he needed to explore again? Not really. But if he ever wanted to be reminded of the night where he found out that not all gay guys look and act like Jack from Will and Grace, he should read this post from Dan Carlson, over at Slowly Going Bald, describing his first trip, as a heterosexual male, to a gay club.
Independent Woman
File Under: Video of the Day!
Bjork. Declare Independence. Live on the BBC's Later With Jools Holland.
PITCHFORK: Video: Björk: "Declare Independence" (live on "Later With Jools Holland")
Bjork. Declare Independence. Live on the BBC's Later With Jools Holland.
Monday, June 11, 2007
Ain't lookin for nothin BUT A GOOD TIME!
Oops. My bad.
Okay let me just get this out of the way first. Yes, Poison have no business covering Justin Timberlake's Sexyback; but I must admit, when it comes to "hard rock" sleaze, this isn't that bad. And if it came on at a party, I might consider "rockin out" to it. But it would have to be late in the party. People around me would have to be just as enthusiastic for it. And a few drinks would have to pass through my esophagus.
Shake your derriere in your Dereon!
No disrespect to my girl B and her mama Miss Tina, but what the hell is this? I mean seriously. Guess I won't be seeing the House of Dereon line in Macy's, Nordstrom's, or Bloomingdale's. I guess this also means I gotta get Bigmama's "Big Thangs Poppin" b-day gift-fit from Ross, Marshall's, or TJ Maxx.
Here comes the hotstepper!
File Under: Quote of the Day!
You gon make me some tacos?
“I’m definitely more talented than most of the guys I know...A lot of guys who just want to have sex will sit with the same woman and try all night. I’m able to look at a woman, have a five-minute conversation with her, and tell if it’s a waste of time or not. I figure things out a lot faster.” -Tyrese "Black Ty" Gibson
You gon make me some tacos?
“I’m definitely more talented than most of the guys I know...A lot of guys who just want to have sex will sit with the same woman and try all night. I’m able to look at a woman, have a five-minute conversation with her, and tell if it’s a waste of time or not. I figure things out a lot faster.” -Tyrese "Black Ty" Gibson
This is how we do it.
Yes it is Monica. You don't even know...
Now if you visit this blog often, you know that old school jams are more often than not posted under the "Old School Funk for the True Funk Soldiers" headline. But sometimes old school joints are so good, so well put together, so classic to a brotha, [see Montell Jordan's This is how we do it] that all I can do is marvel at their goodness as they boldly play on and show us how's it done. This jam, presented below, is one such example.
Ain't nothing wrong with being hood and/or keeping it real, but I remember a time when Monica's sass, ferocity, and attitude was subtle and commendable, and less damn, bitch done found out about my "sideline ho" and is ready to knife a nigga's throat!
Now if you visit this blog often, you know that old school jams are more often than not posted under the "Old School Funk for the True Funk Soldiers" headline. But sometimes old school joints are so good, so well put together, so classic to a brotha, [see Montell Jordan's This is how we do it] that all I can do is marvel at their goodness as they boldly play on and show us how's it done. This jam, presented below, is one such example.
Ain't nothing wrong with being hood and/or keeping it real, but I remember a time when Monica's sass, ferocity, and attitude was subtle and commendable, and less damn, bitch done found out about my "sideline ho" and is ready to knife a nigga's throat!
New flava in ya ear!
Word on the street is this song won't be on Kanye's upcoming Graduation, but let's enjoy it anyway. Kanye West. John Mayer. Bittersweet.
Kanye West feat. John Mayer - Bittersweet
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