Sunday, May 31, 2009
toy story
if there is one thing that anyone really truly needs to know that describes me fully, is my love for toy story. so this post has basically gotten me into a frenzy. unfortunately i have to wait a whole miserable year for it. but it will be worth it.
Friday, May 29, 2009
Pharoahe Monch
I am seriously bugging out right now that I can't find the unreleased album Innervisions by Pharoahe Monch. I have had it every year of my life, from easy simple downloading methods like limewire and shit, and now, when downloading music has reached its most complex, but expansive, I can't find the goddamn album. I was just thinking of Monch and decided I wanted to listen to him, and lo and behold, I have his other two albums but can't find his best one on my damn computer. Extremely frustrated right now.
Styles P & Pharoahe Monch - My Life
at least this video can tide me over. not the original monch song, but styles p commits manslaughter on this beat.
L.A.S.E.R.S.
As posted by Lupe on his own blog, this is his manifesto for his upcoming album L.A.S.E.R.S. which has been said it will be released in June, but there is no confirmation pretty much anywhere. Either way, this is exactly the reason why he is my all time favorite rapper. He shares my exact views on just about everything.
THE L.A.S.E.R.S. MANIFESTO
To Every Man, Woman & Child...
1. We Want An End To The Glamorization Of Negativity In The Media.
2. We Want An End To Status Symbols Dictating Our Worth As Individuals.
3. We Want A Meaningful And Universal Education System.
4. We Want Substance In The Place Of Popularity.
5. We Will Not Compromise Who We Are To Be Accepted By The Crowd.
6. We Want The Invisible Walls That Separate By Wealth, Race & Class To Be Torn Down.
7. We Want To Think Our Own Thoughts.
8. We Will Be Responsible For Our Environment.
9. We Want Clarity & Truth From Our Elected Officials Or They Should Move Aside.
10. We Want Love Not Lies.
11. We Want An End To All Wars. Foreign & Domestic (Violence).
12. We Want An End To The Processed Culture Of Exploitation, Over-Consumption & Waste.
13. We Want Knowledge, Understanding & Peace.
14. WE WILL NOT LOSE BECAUSE WE ARE NOT LOSERS, WE ARE LASERS!!!
Lasers are the opposite of losers. Lasers are shining beams of light that burn through the darkness of ignorance. Lasers shed light on injustice and inequality. Losers stand by and let things happen. Lasers act and shape their own destinies. Lasers find meaning and direction in the mysteries all around them. Lasers stand for love and compassion. Lasers stand for peace. Lasers stand for progression. Lasers are revolutionary.
Lasers Are The Future.
We're Not Losers...We Are L.A.S.E.R.S.!!!
Love Always Shines Every-time Remember 2 Smile!
THE L.A.S.E.R.S. MANIFESTO
To Every Man, Woman & Child...
1. We Want An End To The Glamorization Of Negativity In The Media.
2. We Want An End To Status Symbols Dictating Our Worth As Individuals.
3. We Want A Meaningful And Universal Education System.
4. We Want Substance In The Place Of Popularity.
5. We Will Not Compromise Who We Are To Be Accepted By The Crowd.
6. We Want The Invisible Walls That Separate By Wealth, Race & Class To Be Torn Down.
7. We Want To Think Our Own Thoughts.
8. We Will Be Responsible For Our Environment.
9. We Want Clarity & Truth From Our Elected Officials Or They Should Move Aside.
10. We Want Love Not Lies.
11. We Want An End To All Wars. Foreign & Domestic (Violence).
12. We Want An End To The Processed Culture Of Exploitation, Over-Consumption & Waste.
13. We Want Knowledge, Understanding & Peace.
14. WE WILL NOT LOSE BECAUSE WE ARE NOT LOSERS, WE ARE LASERS!!!
Lasers are the opposite of losers. Lasers are shining beams of light that burn through the darkness of ignorance. Lasers shed light on injustice and inequality. Losers stand by and let things happen. Lasers act and shape their own destinies. Lasers find meaning and direction in the mysteries all around them. Lasers stand for love and compassion. Lasers stand for peace. Lasers stand for progression. Lasers are revolutionary.
Lasers Are The Future.
We're Not Losers...We Are L.A.S.E.R.S.!!!
Love Always Shines Every-time Remember 2 Smile!
Thursday, May 28, 2009
dylon, dylon, dylon dylon dylon, cus i spit hot fire
ok so actually i decided to compile a list of my favorite mc's right now. this is not a favorite of all time, nor is it a greatest of all time. just a currently listening/current favorites.
in order:
1. kid cudi
2. curren$y
3. consequence
4. Fabolous
5. lil wayne
6. lupe fiasco (you had to know that will be there no matter what)
7. blu
8. big sean
9. wale
10. method man and redman (the complete puzzle is much better then the individual pieces)
honorable mentions:
drake
young chris
chip tha ripper
zion i
clipse
this was actually just an excuse to put up a picture of kid cudi, but ya know, maybe some peole give a shit about my pretentious rankings.
in order:
1. kid cudi
2. curren$y
3. consequence
4. Fabolous
5. lil wayne
6. lupe fiasco (you had to know that will be there no matter what)
7. blu
8. big sean
9. wale
10. method man and redman (the complete puzzle is much better then the individual pieces)
honorable mentions:
drake
young chris
chip tha ripper
zion i
clipse
this was actually just an excuse to put up a picture of kid cudi, but ya know, maybe some peole give a shit about my pretentious rankings.
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
late night, i can't sleep post
It's been awhile, what with the frequent use of intoxicants since i moved out here, but tonight I just can't, for the life of me, get to sleep. There is just too much shit running through my mind. It doesn't help that I'm extremely excited for the barca, man u game, and for my tryout for some local soccer club, and even at the possibility of getting a job in the near future. (crossing fingers) With all that being said though, it's other things on my mind that is really getting to me, as is the case.
I can honestly say, that out of the many people I know in this world, I pride myself in being one of the most easy-going, unworriable, un pissoffable, laid back people I can think of. It would take someone a pretty strong effort to get me out of my comfort zone, let alone flustered, let alone mad, let alone upset.
However, there is one thing, that no matter how many times I hear it, no matter how many times or in whatever variation it is manifested, that just seriously bothers the hell out of me. Now I gotta be honest, that before a certain event in my life, I was pretty oblivious to it, and maybe even said it from time to time myself. But after certain events, you just learn that some things aren't acceptable.
The one thing, the one statement, and maybe the only statement, that could be uttered around me that would throw me off like this, would be, when things aren't going someone's way, they offhandedly remark that they want to kill themselves. or they won't to be dead, or they want someone to kill them as a favor, or any variation thereof. Now don't get me wrong, I am not ignorant, nor am I stupid, nor am I oversensitive. I understand that when people say they want to die, or be killed or kill themself it is not an actual statement of suicidal intentions, it is merely a statement that they are in some kind of unfavorable situation where they would rather not be in. I get it.
But what I don't understand, is that, at what point in our short, blip of existence here in this universe, did saying these kind of things become so detached. So impassive. So apathetic. At what point did joking about death become so unconcerning?
Whether you believe in God, Allah, Buddha, Zeus or Apollo or nothing at all, it is a moot point, no matter what you believe in, shouldn't life be held in the highest regard? When you think about it, and really really really think about it, our existence on this earth, in this solar system, in this galaxy, in this universe, is like a grain of sand, to a grain of sand to a grain of sand. We are microscopic, and that is being generous. Our existence is not even noticed in the grand scheme of things. I am not saying these things to scare people, or even to say how bleek life is. On the contrary in fact. My argument is that because our lives our so absolutely tiny and short, we should not be joking about them as if they are a waste product, or a used apple core. We have one life to live, and it is shorter then a motherfucker. For a reference to just how tiny we really are, follow this link to get a pretty solid idea of what we compare to.
http://img19.imageshack.us/img19/2706/spaceb.jpg (thanks jordan's gmail status a few weeks back for this one.)
The saddest thing about our puny existence, is that people don't even acknowledge it at all. If you believe in God's creation story, or the big bang, or whatever the hell you believe in, what it all boils down to, is that our existence at all is a huge fucking miracle. I apologize to anyone who is offended by cursing, but I only do this to emphasis just how big of a deal this is. We are lucky. I mean seriously lucky. And yet people go about their daily lives, in their luxury sedans, to their moderately paying, bullshit boring, probably thankless jobs every day, in their empty shell of an existence. And to top that off, they haphazardly throw around comments about death as if their life, or someone else's life, was just another balled up piece of paper, waiting to get tossed into the trash can by a well placed fadeaway while shouting "Kobe!" It makes me sick to my stomach, and unable to sleep at night. Literally, i mean its 2:39 right now as i type this.
What bums me out about it, is that it takes a life altering event for a few 'lucky' people to be waken up out of this pathetic existence. I put 'lucky' in quotations because for my life altering event, it was a very large sacrifice, that I would more then willing change if I had the power to go back.
As most people who are reading this are probably aware, a year ago last January, Pella, and the world received a tragic loss when Taylor Ryan Brummel (TRB as he was affectionately known to me) took his own life. For me, death for any person, of any age, is an absolute tragedy. It is heartbreaking, and something I can never, and hope I will never be able to get over. Animal, or human. But when a life is unexpectedly cut short, by their own hands no less, it is the worst kind of tragedy a human can endure. I was absolutely crushed when I found out the news, and to be honest, still am. There is not a day that goes by that I do not think about Taylor, and I hope there never is. I will miss him forever.
But the reason I write this, is not so people will show me sympathy, or feel bad for such a gigantic loss. In fact it is quite the opposite. The reason I write this is for people to wake the fuck up. If you have not experienced a death in your family, or circle of friends, then you would not know what I am talking about, and count your blessings. But that is all the more reason for you to read this.
Without death, we can not understand, value, or truly cherish life. It is sad, but true. People carry on meaningless monotonous lives, when never faced with the reality of their mortality. Only until something truly significant, such as a death, can they understand their situation, and be woken up.
Originally this post was only going to be a small chat about how I don't like it that people say such horrible things about death and suicide in vain. It still is. One can never know what someone around you has had to experience when you say such awful things. Suicide or death jokes have never been funny. Nor will they ever. So try and keep that in mind the next time you have to settle for a C+ on your fifteen point accounting quiz, and you're about to say something about how your life is over, and you just want someone to blow your brains out. Fucking deal with it.
The secondary function of this post, as it has somewhat evolved from my original intentions, is that life is fucking tiny, and short, and practically microscopic. But that is all the more reason why we have to treat every single day, of every single life, like it is the only one. With the utmost care, and value, and worth. Because we only get one, and its pretty damn short.
I can honestly say, that out of the many people I know in this world, I pride myself in being one of the most easy-going, unworriable, un pissoffable, laid back people I can think of. It would take someone a pretty strong effort to get me out of my comfort zone, let alone flustered, let alone mad, let alone upset.
However, there is one thing, that no matter how many times I hear it, no matter how many times or in whatever variation it is manifested, that just seriously bothers the hell out of me. Now I gotta be honest, that before a certain event in my life, I was pretty oblivious to it, and maybe even said it from time to time myself. But after certain events, you just learn that some things aren't acceptable.
The one thing, the one statement, and maybe the only statement, that could be uttered around me that would throw me off like this, would be, when things aren't going someone's way, they offhandedly remark that they want to kill themselves. or they won't to be dead, or they want someone to kill them as a favor, or any variation thereof. Now don't get me wrong, I am not ignorant, nor am I stupid, nor am I oversensitive. I understand that when people say they want to die, or be killed or kill themself it is not an actual statement of suicidal intentions, it is merely a statement that they are in some kind of unfavorable situation where they would rather not be in. I get it.
But what I don't understand, is that, at what point in our short, blip of existence here in this universe, did saying these kind of things become so detached. So impassive. So apathetic. At what point did joking about death become so unconcerning?
Whether you believe in God, Allah, Buddha, Zeus or Apollo or nothing at all, it is a moot point, no matter what you believe in, shouldn't life be held in the highest regard? When you think about it, and really really really think about it, our existence on this earth, in this solar system, in this galaxy, in this universe, is like a grain of sand, to a grain of sand to a grain of sand. We are microscopic, and that is being generous. Our existence is not even noticed in the grand scheme of things. I am not saying these things to scare people, or even to say how bleek life is. On the contrary in fact. My argument is that because our lives our so absolutely tiny and short, we should not be joking about them as if they are a waste product, or a used apple core. We have one life to live, and it is shorter then a motherfucker. For a reference to just how tiny we really are, follow this link to get a pretty solid idea of what we compare to.
http://img19.imageshack.us/img19/2706/spaceb.jpg (thanks jordan's gmail status a few weeks back for this one.)
The saddest thing about our puny existence, is that people don't even acknowledge it at all. If you believe in God's creation story, or the big bang, or whatever the hell you believe in, what it all boils down to, is that our existence at all is a huge fucking miracle. I apologize to anyone who is offended by cursing, but I only do this to emphasis just how big of a deal this is. We are lucky. I mean seriously lucky. And yet people go about their daily lives, in their luxury sedans, to their moderately paying, bullshit boring, probably thankless jobs every day, in their empty shell of an existence. And to top that off, they haphazardly throw around comments about death as if their life, or someone else's life, was just another balled up piece of paper, waiting to get tossed into the trash can by a well placed fadeaway while shouting "Kobe!" It makes me sick to my stomach, and unable to sleep at night. Literally, i mean its 2:39 right now as i type this.
What bums me out about it, is that it takes a life altering event for a few 'lucky' people to be waken up out of this pathetic existence. I put 'lucky' in quotations because for my life altering event, it was a very large sacrifice, that I would more then willing change if I had the power to go back.
As most people who are reading this are probably aware, a year ago last January, Pella, and the world received a tragic loss when Taylor Ryan Brummel (TRB as he was affectionately known to me) took his own life. For me, death for any person, of any age, is an absolute tragedy. It is heartbreaking, and something I can never, and hope I will never be able to get over. Animal, or human. But when a life is unexpectedly cut short, by their own hands no less, it is the worst kind of tragedy a human can endure. I was absolutely crushed when I found out the news, and to be honest, still am. There is not a day that goes by that I do not think about Taylor, and I hope there never is. I will miss him forever.
But the reason I write this, is not so people will show me sympathy, or feel bad for such a gigantic loss. In fact it is quite the opposite. The reason I write this is for people to wake the fuck up. If you have not experienced a death in your family, or circle of friends, then you would not know what I am talking about, and count your blessings. But that is all the more reason for you to read this.
Without death, we can not understand, value, or truly cherish life. It is sad, but true. People carry on meaningless monotonous lives, when never faced with the reality of their mortality. Only until something truly significant, such as a death, can they understand their situation, and be woken up.
Originally this post was only going to be a small chat about how I don't like it that people say such horrible things about death and suicide in vain. It still is. One can never know what someone around you has had to experience when you say such awful things. Suicide or death jokes have never been funny. Nor will they ever. So try and keep that in mind the next time you have to settle for a C+ on your fifteen point accounting quiz, and you're about to say something about how your life is over, and you just want someone to blow your brains out. Fucking deal with it.
The secondary function of this post, as it has somewhat evolved from my original intentions, is that life is fucking tiny, and short, and practically microscopic. But that is all the more reason why we have to treat every single day, of every single life, like it is the only one. With the utmost care, and value, and worth. Because we only get one, and its pretty damn short.
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
p.s.
i also got a tryout for a soccer team after drunkenly hanging out on the porch with my friend mook, watching the lightning storm and talking about the former glory years of high school soccer, when one of the neighbor's boyfriends walked by and overheard. he picked up my number and called tonight, to play for a game tomorrow night. i can only assume they suck, but either way i haven't balled forever and cant wait to try my soccer legs back on. thank god i've been running at least once a day.
the best day of the year
is tomorrow. And obviously it's not my birthday, its the championship game of the uefa champions league. it is definitely considered one of the most prestigious awards in all of football, and its even more awesome because my all time favorite team, FC Barcelona, is playing another top 5 in Manchester United. While barca do have quite a few injuries, as well as suspensions, this match promises to be one of the greatest matches my 24 year old eyes will witness. Barca make playing football look like an art. Their effortless one touch passing spans the entire pitch in seconds, making it seem effortless. With some of the greatest footballers in the world (Iniesta, Henry) and some of the greatest upcoming (Messi, Eto'o) they are just a sheer joy to watch. Man U are no slouches either, definitely leaning more towards the gracefull side of football compared to most English Premiere leaguers. They are definitely way more physical then Barca, but it should probably bring tears of joy to my eyes, from both sides. I can only hope that Barca will take the cake, but either result will satisfy, I'm just waiting for some glorious football.
G.O.O.D. show
Turns out the risky move to go to baltimore on my own to see wale and big sean paid off. The trip there was another story. Scooter's gps decided to take me through the sheistest parts of town first, where, even living in Philly, I was pretty on edge when the light turned red. The venue was not much different. I had to park underneath a bridge, where I could only assume the show The Wire was based off of. Either way, I was pretty much the only white guy in line waiting for doors to open, for at least an hour. Thank god neither Big Sean nor Wale rap about hood shit, cus all in all, most of the dudes that were there were about looking cool rather then selling drugs and killing whities. As the night progressed openers came and went. The first guy was pretty decent, but nothing exciting. The second act was two of the fattest, most hood bitches I have ever seen, just screaming into the mics, words that would sometimes rhyme every once in awhile. After hearing way too much, I relinqished my extremely nice spot in about the fourth or fifth row to climb a tree, and actually, to get away from the carnage that was these girls rap careers. Upon entering I grabbed a beer and hung out in the back, trying to learn how to not hear things, when another dude next to me made a very audible sigh of disgust. He seemed to be reaching out for another sympahetic ear, so breaking the ice I said "trying to sit this one out huh?" and his response was "yea, way out." After enjoying a few more biting insults about Salt n Pepa meeting The East Side Boys, I parted ways with my beer and buddy, and plodded my way through the crowd to find a good spot for Big Sean.
Unfortunately it was a decent wait for him to come out, and even longer wait for his dipshit dj to figure out his music, ultimately settling for a macbook hooked up to the speakers. The wait was well worth it tho, he ripped the shit out of that show. He played pretty much every jam that i love by him including, but not limited to "getcha some" "million dollars" and the show stopping "desire want and need". His theme of becoming finally famous after grinding hard his whole life rang very true, as his flow only went harder, and his energy only increasing with every song. Seeing him with his G.O.O.D. music jesus chain, his air yeezys on, and a camo fitted cap, I definitely felt like nothing I could ever wear would look as cool as him. Ever.
Wale came out after and tore the roof for almost 2 hours, as to be expected. He's from DC so baltimore is practically part of his neighborhood. People love him in the delaware, maryland, virginia (DMV) area. He ran through the classics, as well as new joints, and tons of shit that I haven't heard before, but apparently aren't new, as every person in the damn crowd wearing a nationals fitted hat was spittin too. He had Young Chris come out to rip a couple verses, and the show ended with the band playing Nike Boots while he signed girls titties, dudes hats and shoes, and Big Sean freestyled over the beat. Wale is by far the most lyrically gifted mc in the new batch of "new school" and his swagger (most overused word in 2008-09) definitely matched it. He knew that he was a star, and knows that his star is only gonna get brighter, which shit, i can't fault the guy, he's awesome. But there was something about Big Sean that totally floored me. He was by far the coolest guy I think i've ever seen. He had it all. The swagger (dumb word) the style, and to top it off he actually gave a shit about what he was doing, and who he was reaching. While Wale was ripping through the end part of his set, he came out and stood on the side to watch him perform. I happened to be standing right at the stage where he was. He came out, and almost immediately complimented me on my 10 Deep fitted hat that i was rocking, and offered to sign it.
I passed, but shared a few words with him, and ended the brief but memorable exchange with a strategic handshake, and both continued watching Wale rip.
The show didnt end until about 2, and i didn't get home until about 3:45, but it was definitely one of the best birthdays I've had in my 24 years, top 3 at least. Thanks Big Sean, your definitely in my top 5 right now.
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