supporting @FlynessEffect & his people @BlueSoLoser @BlueTheGreat @SoreLosers @UnkommonKolor

Track List:
1) The Deadly Intro
2) 8587 (Birthday)
3) 1000 Zombies Marching
4) Black Sheep
5) Dope
6) Cooler Than Coach K (ft. Blue The Great)
7) Skit 1 - Berries N Cream
8) Favorite (ft. George Young)
9) Everywhere We Go (ft. Kendrick Lamar)
10) Super Villian Music (ft. CaLaura)
11) Audio Bio
12) Skit 2 - Queef Action
13) As I Wander
14) Free Loaders
15) Loner Daze
16) Bullseye
17) Weekend Warrior (Interlude)
18) Je Suis Le Vent (ft. Killa MC)
19) Solutions
20) The Epic Outro

I need new shades. Period.

Your thoughts? I like em in black.

Sweeeeeet....

Stand up and be a (Wo)Man.

Can you please, for the sake of the nutjobs of this country, stand up and denounce this Birther thing? If you would have paid attention, before you were 'suddenly' asked to run for Vice-President, you would know that Obama answered all these critics and YOURSELF INCLUDED in posting his Birth Certificate. God you make me sick.

And i know i shouldn't bring 'God' into this.



Palin's 'Birther' Sympathies

Sarah Palin finally weighed in on whether President Obama is an American citizen. During an interview with conservative radio host Rusty Humphries, who asked if Palin would raise questions about Obama's birth certificate if she runs for office in 2012, Palin said that the public is "rightfully still making it an issue." She added, "I think it's a fair question, just like I think past associations and past voting records. All of that is fair game." Later, she noted that she'd put to rest questions about whether Trig was really her child by releasing his birth certificate. After the interview, on her Facebook page she wrote that "Voters have every right to ask candidates for information if they so choose," noting that "it was seemingly fair game" to question Trig's parentage during the 2008 election, but pointing out that "at no point" has she "asked the president to produce his birth certificate or suggested that he was not born in the United States." Obama released his birth certificate in June 2008, but the move only sparked further rumors that the document was faked.

I mean... really? Saw this picture and you wonder how this guy didn't know he would end up behind bars. Put him away forever, and let's never talk about him again. Please and Thank you.

Don't Be Mad, UPS Is Hiring

Props to TheBeautifulStruggler for this one:

He looks happy.

...and even if they aren't, this recession is too ill for folks who don't deserve their jobs. Someone else is always, ALWAYS waiting in the wings to replace you. Personally, I'm just waiting for someone to realize that I would be better than Toure at whatever exactly it is that he does.


Meh.
Whatever. I'm talking about people who don't deserve their jobs and specifically, wack-ass DJs who aren't fit to rip the 1s and 2s. Or the F1s and F2s, it seems these days. Man, I was in a nice little spot this weekend and there was some DJ I had never heard of spinning. He was playing all types of jams: Black Moon, pre-bitchmade Nas and of course, some Michael Jackson and Slum Village. Folks were jamming extra hard...well, they wanted to, but dude was LITERALLY only playing about 20 seconds of each song. Just enough to let the beat drop and then...next! WTF? Was he just trying to show off his collection? Did he simply want people to know what he had? Or did he get off so much from the way the crowd went wild every time a new song came on, he had to have the feeling over and over? It was truly puzzling. Who wants to hear that ill Ronnie Laws sample (thank you, interwebs, for teaching me all I ever wanted to know) drop from "Who Got The Props", only to have your dreams crushed as another track queues up? Not me, dammit.

Speaking of wack DJs and the late, great King of Pop (still doesn't sound right), y'all DO realize how large this man's catalogue is, no? I need to put this out there now, as I know there will be some celebrations of his life at the end of the month to mark his birthday on August 28th. I am sure sick of DJs who only can come up with MJ tracks found on "Number Ones". Between the Jackson 5, the Jacksons and Michael's solo work, there is so much to choose from that one needn't fall back on "Rock With You". Honestly, I am tired of "Rock With You". It's one of my all-time favorite songs, but I heard it in the club and on the radio regularly before Michael passed and now it's getting out of line.

If Ebert liked it, you should.

Varsity Blues


My girl, Lauren, i've come to find, has not seen a lot of movies that I enjoy... It's actually been kind of fun, giving her random titles to rent while she is overseas, and getting her feedback.

What was absolutely appalling was the fact that she hadn't seen Varsity Blues 2,743 times like I have. Well, hopefully in the next 15 days she can catch up.


BY ROGER EBERT / January 15, 1999

Cast & Credits
Mox: James Van Der Beek
Coach Kilmer: Jon Voight
Lance Harbor: Paul Walker
Billy Bob: Ron Lester
Tweeder: Scott Caan


"Varsity Blues" is not your average sports movie. It brings an outsider viewpoint to the material, which involves a West Texas high school quarterback who would rather win an academic scholarship than play football. The character, named Mox and played by James Van Der Beek of TV's "Dawson's Creek," is a good kid--so good, at one point he asks himself why he's always being so good--and although the movie contains "Animal House"-style gross-outs, it doesn't applaud them.

The central struggle is between Mox and Coach Kilmer (Jon Voight, in another of a group of striking recent performances). Kilmer is a close-cropped martinet who addresses pep rallies with a vaguely Hitlerian salute, and has won two state titles and 22 district championships in 30 years. Now he wants the 23rd, at any cost.

The movie takes place in a West Texas town not unlike the setting of "The Last Picture Show," although the kids get away with even more these days. (When one steals a squad car and drives around town with his buddies and their girlfriends, all naked, that merely inspires some "boys will be boys" talk at the local diner.) Some plot elements are hard to believe. (Could a high school teacher get away with dancing at a nearby topless club?) But others, including the way players are injected with pain-killers before a big game, feel truthful.

The movie was directed by Brian Robbins, who made the high-spirited "Good Burger" (1997), and here again we see the impulses of a satirist winking from behind the constraints of a genre. I enjoyed, for example, the subplot involving Mox's kid brother, the religion-obsessed Kyle, who makes his first entrance with a crucifix strapped to his back and by the end of the film has founded a cult with his playmates. Maybe his spirituality is inherited; their father asks Mox, "Did you pray for more playing time?" The arc of the movie involves one football season, during which Coach Kilmer will or will not win his 23rd title. Of course it ends with a Big Game and a Big Play, with seconds on the clock, but this is a movie that doesn't buy into all the tenets of our national sports religion; the subtext is that winning isn't everything.

One of Mox's friends is the enormous Billy Bob (Ron Lester), whose breakfast consists of pancakes chased down with syrup swigged straight from the bottle. Without revealing what happens to him, I will express my gratitude to Robbins and his writer, W. Peter Iliff, for not marching lockstep down the well-traveled road of inevitable developments. I also enjoyed the relationship between Mox and Lance (Paul Walker), the starting quarterback; instead of making Lance into the obligatory jerk, the movie pays more attention. To the standard role of the town sexpot, Tiffany C. Love brings a certain poignancy; she always goes for the starting quarterback, but she's not a slut so much as a realist.

All of this sounds as if "Varsity Blues" is a good movie, and parts of it are, but the parts never quite come together. Scenes work, but they don't pile up and build momentum. Van Der Beek is convincing and likable, Voight's performance has a kind of doomed grandeur, and the characters are seen with quirky humor. (When Billy Bob gets knocked cold during a game, and the trainer asks him how many fingers he's holding up, Mox explains, "With Billy Bob, you gotta go true or false. Billy Bob, is he holding up fingers? Yes or no?") The movie doesn't quite get over the top, but you sense that Brian Robbins has the right instincts, and is ready to break loose for a touchdown.

Everything in Moderation

I'm fairly certain the more we talk about things, the more things do not get accomplished. I wonder sometimes if there were less speculation, less hype, less dramatics, theatrics, over consumption and over-reporting... Well maybe more would get accomplished.

This seems like a broad post, and even more almost abstract to begin with. Let's see if i can elaborate.

24 hour news is absurd. Can we actually say that we need a non stop full cycle newscast on a variety of channels? All this does is create room and time for stories that would have never made it on the list to begin with. Barack Obama would not have been through months of speculation to whether he was a 'natural born' citizen, bubble boy would have been an afterthought and countless others would not have received this ridiculous spotlight and stage to go wild. Joe the Plumber, wacky 67th district congressman and women, etc.

Sports has gone overboard. 'Is he worth 25 million a year?' 'Maybe he's worth more?'
It's absolutely absurd that the 4th man in the Yankees rotation makes 12x what the President of The United States makes, or a doctor, or even someone who fights overseas for our country only to come home to find no job and an asterisk by the "We'll reimburse your tuition" portion of their agreement. All of this is caused by over analyzing of importance of these jobs. When is it OK to make 2.3 million and just be happy in one spot?

Politics has become a he-said/she said fiasco of epic proportions that is almost unbearable. It has been my passion for a while now, and its sad to know that i can never get into simply because I could not settle for the requirements. The system will never change. We talk about it constantly but when is the last time you have seen any dramatic change on the hill? No one truly speaks for their constituents, it is still a battle to compromise so they can find themselves for another 2/3/6/20 years as an elected official.
--To me its like breaking up with a girlfriend knowing that from this point on, you can never go back to what it used to be. No matter what you do.
Granted, politics may have never been a clean sport, but look what it has come to. It's sickening to me.

When it comes to cleaning up the world from oppression, hunger, and global warming, we still only get a lot of words, and some monetary donation to try and prove a point. I know people have good intentions, but my point of writing this is, when are people going to wake up... realize that this world is bigger than them, and think.. Intentions only go so far. Until someone notices that the way to get something accomplished is to join together, and make progress on an issue. The only way it is going to work is one at a time.

I just hope its in my lifetime.

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Why I fight so hard for DJs

By Judge Mental | October 26, 2009

This article is one that hit my heart so directly that as a career DJ, I read every word and had to re-post it. THANK YOU Claudia Jean.

Original Post By: Posted by: Claudia Jean 10/23/2009

Source: hellomissjean.blogspot.com

A Letter to my DJ….

Whadddup stranger? Master of Melodies, Neo-Sound Explorer, Crowd Motivator, and Conductor of F-L-O-W…I miss you and I want you back. Lately you’ve been plenty predictable, sometimes not even noticeable…because frankly, the DJ is no longer the center of the universe. You are an accessory.

You’ve got me feeling empty, uncomfortable, unmotivated, and contemplating whether I should leave for good…

But back in the day you had me dancing in circles…flirting with me from your booth, playing record after record, giving me no other choice but to stay until the crack of dawn….”Okay one more song and we’re out!” But then 2 minutes later…”Oh-no-he-didn’t!” Suddenly I’d find myself willingly stuck…greeting you with a smile as both the lights in the room and sun came up.

I remember you in Junior High when the principal allowed you to DJ our school dances. You gave me my first of many musical experiences…which were rarely played in my home. Not that I grew up restricted, but music didn’t play an integral role in my upbringing. So when you came along, I was hooked! I was a fiend for your mixes and searched the radio frantically for the sounds you played. I practiced new dances in the mirror and my neighbor and I would get our routines together so when you dropped THAT record…we’d be on it.

In high school, life with you got easier and we had the ultimate connection. You influenced my style and had me walking to your beats in my head every time I hit the pavement. My mom was a bit more open to the idea of having you in the house and my sister and I danced to your mélanges in the attic. Once a week I took my allowance, bought a vinyl, and tried to copy your style. Friends would come over and beg to know where I got THAT from! Everyone wanted a dub! Let’s not forget the DJ-over-the-phone-game….Haaaaaaa! Remember those days? “I dedicate this song to you!” (Insert mix tape, press play, lay on the pillow, phone to the ear, breathe…)

But what’s a full high school experience without the House parties!? The chaperones were upstairs while us girls were in the basement, pinned up against a wall by a cutie grinding against our hips. The only light in the entire room came from the corner where your turntables and records were set up. I remember how hyped we’d get when we’d hear the hint of an instrumental creeping in while you faded out that last song, right before you put the record back in the crate. B.L.E.N.D.I.N.G.

In college you were the shhhhhhhhhhhhhit! You set the mood, pace, and dress code for all that was happening on and off campus. We didn’t listen to the radio to hear the newest hit…we went to the parties and witnessed YOU breaking records in for the first time. There were too many parties to choose from and it was often hard to commit to one. So we went to them all and watched you work the room with your hand maneuvering and musical selection. Your match-making skills were impeccable as well. You always seemed to know what to drop at that exact moment a Shorty decided to join another on the dance floor…singing all in each other’s ear…Who could hold up the wall with you spinning? And I remember back then…it was okay to sweat, (because it was a sign that you had a good time!) So we all went home W.E.T.

Later I learned more from you during my internships and various industry gigs. That’s when I decided I may want to try this all myself. I took notes and appreciated the fact that you came in many forms and gave variety its definition. Seems like in those days you had a bit more freedom to play what you thought was “hot” vs. what management dictated you should play. Now you seem to want to please too many people from record labels, to corporate America, to your critics who seem to get younger and more disconnected from what REAL music is. *sigh*

And don’t get me wrong…I know you feel the pressures of mainstream/commercial radio. You feel like you need to play what’s “HOT” right now. (Look at your sources!) Between the music video shows, radio stations playing the same song 2-3 times an hour at-the-same-time, manufactured BEEFS between camps just to guarantee a major hit, and club owners, promoters & PD’s choreographing your play list….I’m surprised you still have the energy or desire to keep going. But once we started to predict the order of songs you’d play….we discovered a bigger problem. Plus you squeeze in so many songs in one set! There’s no need to prove what you have in your collection! We know you have it…you’re supposed to. You’re a DJ.

Remember when you were the headliner? Today DJ’s doesn’t get the same amount of respect. It’s the year of the IPods and the new way to blend which we call…the UNBLEND: cutting off records which sound more like nails on a chalk board. Now what do we have to look forward to besides open bar and the occasional live performance from an artist? Shout outs over a Biggie beat?

Let me remind you of YOU and your worth:

YOU were the reason we wanted to get to the club at a decent time…not because of free drinks before midnight. YOU were the determining factor on whether or not we should even go! But if we saw your name on the flyer, not even the flakey door guy could keep us from you! YOU were what we talked about on the way there and when we left the party. YOU were the reason we didn’t necessarily need a dance partner…eyes closed, one hand in the air, following YOUR lead…vibing with YOU. YOU were the KING of the mid day mix and the surprise guest at the summer barbeques. YOU were the most important detail at the wedding, step show, after party, and yes….the club. Promoters didn’t tell you how much they’d pay you, YOU’d tell them. YOU broke records in a non conventional way and were the stamp-of-approval artists needed in order to get sales. The DJ’s cosign was like gold and you were respected because of that. Now artists are sh*tting on DJ’s like they sh*t on bloggers and in this day of technology….they need both.

So I dare YOU to bring YOU back. I double-dog-dare-you to play MUSIC vs. a slew of curses and derogatory terms disguised as a mix. I dare you to keep your shout outs to a minimum and I challenge you to NOT play that one current popular record more than 2 times tonight. Sheesh! Let’s see if you can get me up from my table, on to the middle of the dance floor. You think I wore these heels NOT to be seen? C’mon Son!

I don’t mean to be harsh, but I need you to know this…because I’ve no-ticed. I miss you, but not from a lover’s point of view, but as a fan. You taught me how to soul-clap like a mom teaches her daughter how to walk in heels. Played that record that made me say “daaaaamn…I haven’t heard that in a minute!” Don’t you miss that “ooooooooh” sound we’d all make when you’d throw on an import remix that no one has heard? How about that song on that album that wasn’t released as a single but you know is HOTTTT!?! Yeah…that one. And I loved it when you created your very own hypnotic fused melodies of wonderful vocals over that unsuspecting Hip Hop music bed. You did that and you did it well.

You love music and you love to DJ. Do what you love for the love of the craft and don’t lose yourself in politics, peer pressure, PDs, podcasts, and people coming up to you with peculiar requests. Because this new YOU isn’t YOU and I don’t know how much longer I can stay.

Love, M.O.C.H.A

*Much respect to some of the DJs I’ve followed over the years… Red Alert, Darrel James, SnS, Jazzy, Frank Ski, Cosi, Premier, Jazzy Joyce, Coco Channel, Sting International, Irie, Craig G, LSONE, Spinna , The old Funk Master Flex , Backspin, Lennox, Mustafa & Crime, Bizmarkie, NVS Styles, Severe, Bobby Konders, Rob Dinero , Naturally, Spinbad , Walshy, D-Nice and all the DJs who are hungry, humble and wholeheartedly trying to make their mark in the industry…SALUTE!

And my 1^st adult crush: Qool DJ Marv….the only DJ I followed from club to club to club to club. Mica Bar, Ludlow, Bar 6, Izzy, 2 I’s, U.B.I.Q.U.I.T.A, Guernica and etc… Thanks for making sure I NEVER got carded.

ONE.