Since I don’t illegally download and have a child who eats like a linebacker, reality I don’t have the money or means to come across new music very often. Thus, my latest obsession is free stuff like promotional mixtapes and podcasts. Among my favorites is Gordon Gartrell Radio.
No, Gordon Gartrell isn’t some iced out DJ from Bankhead. If you run your mental Rolodex enough, you’ll recall the infamous episode of The Cosby Show where Theo had Denise sew him a designer shirt because his parents wouldn’t buy him one.
Borrowing on the same middle-classed sensibility is Gordon Gartell Radio, which is a weekly music and talk podcast hosted by the world’s greatest unknown rapper, Phonte of the hip-hop group Little Brother[1], and NYC turntablist DJ Brainchild. Each show is a nice mix of neo-soul[2], 90′s R&B, and underground hip-hop tunes, plus Phonte’s irreverent takes on current events, humorous skits, and listener emails. You sorta kinda have to listen to really get the concept, but trust me, you’ll like it. It’s the sorta show I’d do if I had the inclination and talent.
Sync up your iPods and enjoy the show. You can also listen online if you’re not MP3 player-savvy.
Gordon Gartrell Radio Website
[1] My favorite rapper, and my favorite group, BTW. Take one guess which state they’re from.
[2] Man, do I hate that term.
Since I don’t illegally download and have a child who eats like a linebacker, reality I don’t have the money or means to come across new music very often. Thus, my latest obsession is free stuff like promotional mixtapes and podcasts. Among my favorites is Gordon Gartrell Radio.
No, Gordon Gartrell isn’t some iced out DJ from Bankhead. If you run your mental Rolodex enough, you’ll recall the infamous episode of The Cosby Show where Theo had Denise sew him a designer shirt because his parents wouldn’t buy him one.
Borrowing on the same middle-classed sensibility is Gordon Gartell Radio, which is a weekly music and talk podcast hosted by the world’s greatest unknown rapper, Phonte of the hip-hop group Little Brother[1], and NYC turntablist DJ Brainchild. Each show is a nice mix of neo-soul[2], 90′s R&B, and underground hip-hop tunes, plus Phonte’s irreverent takes on current events, humorous skits, and listener emails. You sorta kinda have to listen to really get the concept, but trust me, you’ll like it. It’s the sorta show I’d do if I had the inclination and talent.
Sync up your iPods and enjoy the show. You can also listen online if you’re not MP3 player-savvy.
Gordon Gartrell Radio Website
[1] My favorite rapper, and my favorite group, BTW. Take one guess which state they’re from.
[2] Man, do I hate that term.
Filed under: Crap Music, Nigga Nonsense, Raise Your Own Damn Kids, Web Junk
I wouldn’t know Lil’ Wayne protege Tyga if he walked into my office to empty my trashcan right now. And if dude keeps doing dumb stuff like this, it’s only a matter of time before he trades in his mic for some Windex and a squeegee. Spare yourself the weed-induced gesticulation and fast forward to the 3 minute mark.
Filed under: Crap Music, Nigga Nonsense, Raise Your Own Damn Kids, Web Junk
I wouldn’t know Lil’ Wayne protege Tyga if he walked into my office to empty my trashcan right now. And if dude keeps doing dumb stuff like this, it’s only a matter of time before he trades in his mic for some Windex and a squeegee. Spare yourself the weed-induced gesticulation and fast forward to the 3 minute mark.
Bless these poor kids. If I lived in The Land Of Kwame, I might do something this wrong myself. Cop the headphones first, please.
I know you guys prolly couldn’t care less about this, but how funny is it that G-Unit exilee Young Buck’s jewelry is being sold on Ebay? No, I don’t go looking for this sorta stuff, it just seems to find me.
Many of you will recall the very harrowing Crying Game incident a few weeks ago when 50 Cent secretly taped Buck breaking down on the phone. Between all the sobs, the root of this soap opera was apparently Buck’s issues with the IRS.
Here’s Buck with the jewerly.
That said, I suppose it shouldn’t be surprising to find out that one of Buck’s Ca$hville 615 Chains (the smallest, lightest of the three pictured above) somehow ended up in the hands of some dude trying to unload it on Ebay.
I suppose this should serve as yet another reason to not believe everything you see on television. Most of the crap in rap videos is rented, including the women. This is all fun and games until someone gets hurt (that Yung Berg incident), or blows all their money on scrippers and rims.
I would cop this if I could. Don’t judge me, I know ya’ll would buy equally frivolous crap if you had the excess loot. That said, if you’ve got a spare $7,000 just laying around, cop this joint and you too can be a baller.
Just make sure you pay your taxes while you’re at it.
Question: Why do so many rappers end up dead broke? Would you cop this chain if you had a few extra stacks lying around?
Peep The Auction For Young Buck’s Ca$shville 615 Chain [Ebay]
Filed under: Crap Music, Knee-Grow Please, Nigga Nonsense, What A DoucheBag
There are some Negroes who you wish would just stick to hiring ghostwriters rappin’, and then there are Negroes like Diddy, who offers his unique perspective on the Sarah Palin Veep choice, and the latest in our running series entitled Why You Should Never Ask A Rapper About Politricks.
Lord, would November 4th hurry up and get here before Negroes like this ruin it for all of us?
One thing that continually pisses me (and judging by the comments, lots of you) off is the media’s perpetual double standard applied to Barack Obama vs his opponents. I won’t bother rehashing any of the dozens of examples that have occured this year alone, but you’ll likely recall a kerfuffle a few weeks back involving rapper/actor Christopher Bridges, aka: Ludacris. Luda made some truly dumbass comments on a mixtape, and before you can say “Skinny Black”, the media pressured Barry into having to issue an apology and the now-obligatory denouncement. Because, as we know, any Black (or any color for that matter) person who supports Obama represents his personal views as well. This is a well-documented, and indisputable fact.
Today, while I was at the gym killing myself on the elliptical trainer, I spotted something on the TV monitor that made me do a triple take.
While making an appearance on Monday at the high school alma mater of his wife Cindy, John McCain received the endorsement of Reggaeton star Daddy Yankee.Daddy Yankee, whose real name is Ramon Ayala, is a Latin Grammy winner. He is known mostly for his song “Gasolina,” which, according to several translations of the Spanish lyrics and interpretations of the Spanish slang, is not particularly family-friendly, and has absolutely nothing to do with energy independence.
As excited as the roughly 100 high school students were to see the 71-year-old presumptive Republican nominee, when Ayala walked into the room, most the young women in the room started shrieking. Ayala gave hugs and shook hands before making the endorsement official.
“I’m here endorsing Senator McCain because I believe in his ideals and his proposals to lead this nation, you know?” Daddy Yankee said at Phoenix’s Central High School.
McCain met with Daddy Yankee at his campaign headquarters on Aug. 2. At that time, Daddy Yankee said he didn’t know whether or not he was going to endorse McCain, but he has since come to a conclusion.
The event at the high school was originally billed as a press conference by the campaign. In fact there was no give and take between the media and either McCain or Daddy Yankee. McCain has not spoken with reporters since Aug. 13.
Just in case you’ve gotta see this to believe it…
So, lemme see if I’ve got this right. McCain has been hangin’ out with Daddy Yankee of all people for the better part of the Summer? Seriously? Is that what’s hot in the barrios right now? Daddy Yankee? Architect of that botched musical abortion better known as reggaeton?
Uhhh, does Cotton Hill have any freakin’ idea what reggaeton is about? I can’t imagine his Sony cassette Walkman iPod is filled with Tego Calderon and N.O.R.E., but what do I know? Maybe dude’s got somethin’ for the senioritas. He is a frisky ole’ fella, so perhaps these are some of his favorite tunes.
Peep Daddy Yankee’s breakout (only?) hit single, “Gasolina”.
The truly terrible-in-everywhere-but-South Florida club staple, “Oye Mi Canto”.
And just for good measure, “Rompe”.
If you have no idea what “Gasolina” is all about, join the crowd. I can damn sure guarantee you it’s not about alternative energy methods. That’s for certain.
Regardless, you and I know the drill. This won’t be anything more than a blurb on a few blogs (like mine). Never mind the fact that Ludacris’ story got an entire weekend cycle of media coverage. I’m sure Spool32 and Daedalus will chime in with some great note about Reggaeton, and use the opportunity to bash Obama for something or other. Go right ahead, fellas.
Typical. Not really surprising, but typical.
Question: Should John McCain be forced to explain, defend, and translate the lyrics to “Gasolina”, “Rompe”, and “Oye Mi Canto”? Will he have to toss Daddy Yankee under the bus, or does the media acknowledge the obviously blatant pandering to Latinos and just let it slide? Do such endorsements influence anyone? How much do these media double standards piss you off? Just how much to you dislike reggaeton?
McCain Endorsed by Latin Star Daddy Yankee [ABC]
Okay, I’m not starting a We Owned The 80′s companion tag. I just needed some cheap excuse to air this YouTube of K-Ci and Jo-Jo performing this past weekend in Syndey, Australia.
Watch and weep. In case you’re wondering what’s so blogworthy, keep your eyes open around the 1:45 mark.
Man, how sad is it that the guys responsible for one of my all-time favorite remixes, “Come And Talk To Me”, are reduced to this? Didn’t these guys stack their paper? I know K-Ci had his share of issues with The Mighty Vial and whatnot, but still.
Arggh. Christopher Williams is crying inside.
Question: Shouldn’t there be some sorta retirement plan for R&B singers to avoid this kinda nonsense? Do you beleive JoJo actually had a seizure? If so, why did the bodyguard and K-Ci completely ignore him and keep on sangin’? Would you pay good money to see Jodeci, or are Australians complete tools?
Okay, I’m not starting a We Owned The 80′s companion tag. I just needed some cheap excuse to air this YouTube of K-Ci and Jo-Jo performing this past weekend in Syndey, Australia.
Watch and weep. In case you’re wondering what’s so blogworthy, keep your eyes open around the 1:45 mark.
Man, how sad is it that the guys responsible for one of my all-time favorite remixes, “Come And Talk To Me”, are reduced to this? Didn’t these guys stack their paper? I know K-Ci had his share of issues with The Mighty Vial and whatnot, but still.
Arggh. Christopher Williams is crying inside.
Question: Shouldn’t there be some sorta retirement plan for R&B singers to avoid this kinda nonsense? Do you beleive JoJo actually had a seizure? If so, why did the bodyguard and K-Ci completely ignore him and keep on sangin’? Would you pay good money to see Jodeci, or are Australians complete tools?
