Chromeo - Momma's Boy

This shit is wack :)

Eminem disses Mariah.... hahaha [late pass??]

wow. eminem raps again?? it sucks that it takes dissing mariah carey to make him actually rap again (no accents)

Here is the video where mariah takes shots at marshall..

F-A-B-O-L-O-U-S

Some pretty darn good music writing for the motherfuckers who like that type of shit...Whether you dig Fabolous or not...

"A classic mixtape rapper with no classic mixtapes. A dazzling technician with no original technique. A secretive man with no secrets to tell."

Haha...Fabo is such a chump.

Zach Wolfe

Zach Wolfe is a photographer/videographer from Atlanta. Ive just been exposed to his work through the NO I.D. mini documentary style interviews that have been circulating on the internets. You can find all his videos on vimeo HERE.

Catch NO I.D. speaking on Drake here.

Here is a music video for The Black Lips that Zach co-direceted with HeavyAmmunition.com

Kanye > Errybody (no stannery)

I Run This Song

Inspired by my Kanye verse > Jay verse Complex decided to show you once-and-for-all how Kanye thoroughly enjoys murdering people on their own beats.


Here is the full video of Kanye's TV performance from this weekend.

J Cole- World is Empty

For the record, i fucking Love this song.

MJ Tribute at Place Des Arts in Montreal

So I heard about this on facebook for the past couple of weeks but of course i didnt pay any attention to the invite. I know you're all thinking " not another MJ topic " but i think this actually may be worth it.

Alfa-motherfucking-Mega

I used to see ads for an Alfamega album back in the day in The Source or some shit... It had this big burning confederate flag on it and two or three dead Klu Klux Klansmen on the ground.

I thought it was damn near the greatest thing ever.

Somewhere along the line he got down with T.I... then a little longer down the line The Smoking Gun went and found evidence of the dude co-operating a little too much with the police. Since motherfuckers were already talking about little Clifton possibly doing the same to get his sentence reduced, Tip decided to save his rep by dropping Alfamega. I have no idea what happened after that, but this here letter by the big fella is a pretty good read...

Dear TIP,

Hopefully, this letter will find you in the very best of spirits. With that being said, let’s get straight to the point. You once said, “… Ay, I don’t talk behind a n**** back, I say it in his face.” Well, consider this letter as me showing you my face. Look, I understand that business is business, therefore you have to manage yours the way you see fit. On the real, I’m not coming to you as a disgruntled crying assed b*tch who’s mad about being let go. I’m coming to you as a man who is disappointed that he was publicly exiled by a friend. You’ve often said that you’re a man of your words, but homie, you are not being true to your words. Instead, you’re trying to play me like I’m a pawn in your own personal game of chess.

blowyourmind.
I’m sitting here contemplating my present circumstances and I’m astonished. Hommie, I rode for you when there was no one else there to ride for you. 24/7, I was on call for you pimp. On many occasions, I sidelined my family choosing to risk my early demise for you. With a little cheddar, you can easily employ dudes to kill for you all day every day. Conversely, try finding someone who will put their life on the line and die for you; it would be easier to arm a boy scout with a Swiss army knife and send him to Afghanistan to find Bin Laden and the Taliban. Seriously, I could have died during many instances that I stepped up for you on. I’m dismayed by the fact that you — of all folk — would leave me treading water in the middle of the ocean with my situation.

I was the first person you called when you got into that altercation in LA with Shaka’s DTP people. Without any questions, I was right there ready to go to war for you. At one time, a lot of dudes were questioning how you got that year and a day, so the word in the streets was that you were a snitch. I went off in those same streets for you. Shawty Lo dropped a song that had a verse in it disrespecting you and your wife. I stood up for you and went off when he disrespected you at the Dirty Awards. I got pepper sprayed, blasted down by the police and everything. I did that for you and your wife. Man, Shawty Lo didn’t utter a single word about me and my wife; it was all about you and yours.

Time after time, I defended your honor because you were my dawg; if they disrespected you, they disrespected me. Every time you were presented with a problem, I stepped up without any limitations, hesitations or stipulations. I wasn’t around you with my hands held out like other begging assed dudes. Point blank, we’ve been through way too much for me to have to maneuver through a bunch of bureaucracy. Yet when I attempted to reach out to you through Doug, you sent word back telling me to write you a letter.

Frankly, I’m taking it as another b*tch slap to the face therefore I resolved that I would gladly oblige your request. However, I decided that since you went publicly with your statement, I may as well go public with mine. After all, there’s no sense in hiding now. Plus, I’m hoping to avoid any further misunderstandings.

Essentially, what I’mm trying to convey is that this situation can bee squashed in the same manner that we’ve resolved disagreements in the past. I want you to pull up the red tape and let’s communicate one on one. In other words, I want your publicists, managers, artists, blogger, and everyone else excluded. Let’s straighten this out like two men because before all of this we were friends. Doug has my number, call me.

Don’t take this as a challenge against your manhood; I’ve never questioned that. Don’t take this as a physical threat against you or anyone else; I’mm not trying to get off violently, so no guns, knives, fists, etc. In fact, don’t even take it as me disrespecting you; I will never disrespect you, your family or anyone close to you. Even more, I still will not allow anyone to disrespect you; even the dudes trying to side with me by disrespecting you on my behalf. Because,, when the dust settles, I will still respect you and consider you my friend.

Once this is published, I’m giving you a week to call me. Should you choose to not call me within that timeframe, I’ll know exactly where we stand. At that point, we’ll separate and we can get it off like Muhammad Ali v/s George Foreman in The Rumble in the Jungle. It will be what it is, you on your side of the ring and me on mine. Instead of a boxing ring, it’ll be the studios and instead of boxing gloves, it’ll be me lyrically pounding you.

Hope you come home soon pimp, keep your head up and let all the bull go. Don’t worry about propaganda, people always gone talk.

On the real,
Cedric Zellers – AKA Alfamega

PS: I keep hearing rumors. Currently, the word on thee streets is that you put some money on my head. The other rumor is that I cannot come back to the hood, but I heard that one while I was in the hood. So, I don’t give rumors credibility. All I’m saying is that you need to handle your business; some of the people around you don’t need to be the re[ason]. There a re[ason] people in your camp who keep popping off at the mouth; specifically, your lil dude Pee Wee. He should exercise some restraint and keep that mouth under control. That’s how wars get started between two nations that are supposed to be allies.

PPS: The fat dude in the group you recently signed ran up on my 15 year old daughter while she was at the skating rink. He had a camera and was talking sh** to her about rather or not there was beef between the two of us. On some real shh*t, you need to control your kingdom and PLEASE keep your motha f***in troops straight. I’m only human; I ddon’t play when it comes to my family. If they ddon’t fall back, I’m going to take it as an attack and strategically lay plans as I’m sure you would if it were your family.

Jay Z - Run This Town

Jay Z ft. Rihanna & Ye - Run This Town

After a couple of listens .. Kanye verse > Jay-Z verse

Jay Z - D.O.A.

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Here is a cool interview Jay Z did with Zane Lowe

Its jokes when they start clowning on Kanye..

And here is DJ Semtex interviewing Hov.

*This interview is boring as hell compared to the Zane Low interview.

Thom Yorke vs. Kings of leon

So i read an article on the net that Thom Yorke, aswell as many other musicians such as Kings of leon, are throwing their hats in the ring for what would be the soundtrack of the new Twilight movie. If your anything like me you'll think Twilight nothing but a bunch of adolescent vampires that glow in the sun loved by the pre-teens and sexually frustrated, but if Chris Weitz decided to choose Thom York for the soundscape, i just might have to brush up on my adolescent vampires who glow in the sun (well the 2nd movie at least. Maybe not so much if its kings of leon. I mean i like them but not with the vampires so much. Anyways check out the eraser, Thom Yorke's new shit that dropped not long ago.

Philips Carousel Commercial - Adam Berg

Adam Berg - Commercial of the Year Stink Digital

I found this video on Nah' Right attached to a new 50 cent video. 50 chopped this video up and added live performance scenes and the obvious g unit cameos.. but this video is cool



as a polar-bear's toe nail.

Hit the jump to see the 50 Cent video.

blowyourmind.

Who is Combat Jack?

Robbie from Unkut took the time to interview the man. Read it. Learn it. Test is on Monday.

Part 1 Part 2

[...] We were so drunk off the industry as a whole – and I take
responsibility for that – we were so fuckin’ drunk off that money that when motherfuckers started talking about the advent of digital music and MP3 players, I was like, ‘I don’t wanna hear about a fuckin’ MP3 player! I got a fuckin’ CD player and I’m fuckin’ making money! So what!’ So when Sean Fanning approached the labels and showed them the technology and they didn’t embrace that shit? The writing was on the wall,dude. All Universal or somebody had to do was give that kid half a mill and he would’ve been happy. If we had owned that technology it would’ve been a different world – but hindsight is 20/20, right? [laughs] And I’m glad that it’s a wake-up call, because everybody’s gotta get back on their toes. Adversity breeds ingenuity.[...]


Why do so many artists get signed but never get to release
their record?
[...]I still say to this day that Jay-Z is one record away from being an underground, obscure artist if it wasn’t for that Foxy Brown. It’s a matter of chance and hustle – the dude worked his craft, the dude perfected his craft – nothin’ away from Jay-Z. He also happened to link up with Damon and then that fuckin’ ‘Ain’t No Nigga’ song with Foxy Brown…that shit was a monster! When I listen to Smoothe The Hustler’s album, that album was very similar in tone to Reasonable Doubt. New York was on some serious shit – New York cats unfortunately weren’t selling, neither, ‘cos the technique was so deep and heavy and commercial America wasn’t buying that shit! For example I did AZ’ deal right off Illmatic. God bless the dude, but he was not able to deliver something on the level that people were expecting him to, which was really something on the level of Illmatic. It’s really a law of averages. I’ve found that the longer you’ve been in the industry. The reason why Jay-Z remains on top right now is that dude put at least ten years in the game before he even popped. Cam’Ron has been around for a long fuckin’ time – beneath the surface, he’s gotta know what the fuck is goin’ on! I’ve been in the studio with him, his work ethic is crazy. When he dropped the whole Dipset shit, that wasn’t my thing but I’m lookin’ back now, I’m like, ‘Yo, dude saw a void and he put that shit together’.

If you didn't know. Now you know. Daily Mathematics

Ocean

crazyness

Raaaaaaaaandy - Part 2

Raaaaaaaandy - Part 2 (Funny People) from Aziz Ansari

Turns out all of homeboy's three shows got sold out. Weak sauce.

Nipsey Hussle - Hussle in the house

This is Nipsey Hussle's (Snoop Doggs younger look-a-like) first single.


Here is something I dug up that Freddie had made a while ago...

Million Dollar Bill Boy

I usually don't like to link anything I saw on Nahright but I just find this shit hilarious.

Coldplay - Strawberry Swing

New video from Dem Cold Boyz. No way Jose.



Spotted @ Studio SPG

Hit the jump for a cool stop motion film
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I kinda watch too many of these videos..

This is the Olympus PEN Story in stop motion. We shot 60.000 pictures, developed 9.600 prints and shot over 1.800 pictures again. No post production! Thanks to all the stop motion artists who inspired us. We hope you enjoy :-) Free download of the music at olympus.eu/penstory/

Bad News Brown

Album Drops July 28th dititaly, In stores nationwide on August 18th!



www.myspace.com/brizbrown

Oldies...But Goodies

Some late night Rock Band playing made me realize that System of a Down are one hell of a band. Special shouts to their drummer that never ceases to amaze me.





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Im over Here Now!

Mandala

Well today is the day... Rx Bandits put out their new album Mandala. Its a refreshing new sound for them since for some reason they seem to have gotten out of the ska scene. If you like Mars Volta, you might dig Rx bandits new sound (bring back the horns!!!). Anyways here's the single off the new album which dropped TODAY!

Of foe and fungi

So shit i cant believe i've been out of the loop on my boy Les Claypool here cuz i didn't even know he put out an album this spring. I heard some of it and you can expect it to be some kinda psychedelic fucked up Claypool type shit. Altho its nothing near Primus standard in my opinion i did enjoy this little diddy that can be seen on Jimmy Kimmel...



If im gonna give you some Les Claypool, might as well put a Primus tune too... enjoy

Eastbound & Down

I read about this show a couple of times but I never really gave it chance until about two nights ago. I can now wholeheartedly tell y'all that Eastbound & Down is the fucking funniest shit I've seen since....ummm...Raaaaandy!.

Its about a country-ass-John-Rocker-type pitcher who burns out, has to go home(North Carolina stand up!) and teach a middle school gym class. Will Ferrell has a dope supporting role, the black dude from The Office has a dope supporting role but its all about motherfucking Danny Mcbride. Homeboy bites Will Ferrel's style and makes that shit even better. If you think yelling inappropriate shit at little kids is good stuff, you're in luck.

Aaaaaand if you click the more button I'll let you in on a secret.


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Tv is free.

Just when you thought it was safe....

I guess everyone has to make a Drake post at least once...so until he actually drops something or he marries Gary Busey or some shit, this is my official only Drizzy post.

I found this dope little article on the LA Times blog, explaining exactly why the hip-hop world is going nutsos for the lil' fella.

Read it motherfuckers. It includes some nice factoids such as this one...

"Drake received a $2-million advance. He retains the publishing rights to his songs and cedes only around 25% of his music sales revenues to the label as a "distribution fee," his managers said"

...........yeeeeaaaah right.

I also noticed as I was looking for a corresponding picture for this shit how much this dude looks like David Hodges...



Is there something you should tell us Hodges?

Beastie Boys ft. Nas - Fabolous ft. Drake

(the guy in the picture kiiiiiinda looks like Nas no??)
Beastie Boys ft. Nas - Too Many Rappers

** I just read over at Pop & Hiss that MCA has been diagnosed with cancer... but they're guna fix him up real good. If you wanna watch the guys talk about it. click............he...naa....here


Fabolous ft. Drake - Throw It In The Bag


That shirt is waaay to suspect of jacking someone else's deal.

New Groove Orchestra

These are some videos from the New Groove Orchestra's set at the 2008 Jazz Fest. These guys really do know what the fuck the funk is. The Vibes have done a couple of shows with some of the horn players and hope that many more jams happen.

This is song is my favorite song and the guitar solo @ 2:30 is freakin ridiculous.


The Weed Song. lol


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Poke-her-face

I ain't a Cudi fan.. but this video is amazing.(and so is the player)

More videos of the Cudster after the jump

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I may have already posted this video.. but I really don't care.

Spiders on drugs

So im sitting on my back porch with a nice cold Grolsch in hand listening to these two girls talk about this crazy story that went on the news. Apparantly there is a man and i guess he travelled alot and had dreads that he obviously must of had them for a long ass time in order for what hapened next. So the dude finally decides hes had enough of his locks and decides to cut them off. So he goes to the barber, asks him to cut off his dreads and then decides to leave before the job is done because he blames the barber of digging into his scalp with the scissors. They found the dude dead at home shortly after. Autopsy said that there were millions of tiny little venimous spiders livings in his dreadslocks of his, and they got frightened by the scissors cutting them off that he got bitten like mad and dropped.

So being the sceptical type i tried to look up the news article on youtube.

I found nothing.

BUT i did find this cool little clip on spiders...

After research, turns out the story was just an urban legend...weak

1-2-1-2 this is just a test

woah dudes... im like totally blogging.

Alright alright, enough with the surfer slang. Since this is my first blog i'd like to drop some wisdom from nirvana book (no im not talking about the band... we're going deeper with this one) of wich i like to consult from time to time.

''Eternally and always there is only now, one and the same now; the present is the only thing that has no end.'' Erwin Schrodinger

Think about that.

The Arab Parrot

I've been checking this guys photo blog out for a couple months now...Basically he just parties a lot around NYC and mostly takes pictures of birds (thats slang for girls for you dumb dumbs)hanging out around the city. Anyways, dude just got some national exposure and was even on TMZ for having the balls to run up on Paris hilton and take an up-skirt shot. ha He's catching heat from some places... but i kinda like dudes style.


Funny dude. Go check his pictures... The Arab Parrot

MJ's hair burns

This is actual footage of the take where Michael's hair caught fire while filming a Pepsi commercial. I believe this is a "never-been-seen" type deal and at only 320 views on youtube, I may have caught this super early. Remember when Eminem made fun of this deal?

Propers to Daily Mathematics

Black Milk - Losing Out

Yoooo this is a good performance!! Black Milk performing at the I love Hip Hop Den Haag (wtv the eff that is)

Comments on the video are loving the drummer... so after a lil homework.. I introduce Daru (I know someone who could take some cues from this dude. No Shots.... well kinda lol...all love) He is touring with Black Milk, Hi-Tek, Talib Kweli, Slum Village and a bunch of other artists.

I am hearing wispers that The Vibes might be opening for Black Milk in the coming future .. we'll see...

In the meantime... come check us opening for Black Moon and Smif N Wessun July 25 @ Le Belmont (St-Laurent/Mont-Royal)

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The Shared Patio...

A homegirl of mine put me onto this book of short stories by a Miranda July called "No one belongs here more than you"....Miranda July is now my favorite. writer. ever.

Check this shit out....

The Shared Patio
by Miranda July

He is in love with me but he doesn't know it. It still counts even though it happened when he was unconscious. It counts doubly because the conscious mind often makes mistakes, falls for the wrong person. But down there in the well, where there is no light and only thousand-year-old water, a man has no reason to make mistakes. God says do it and you do it. Love her, and it is so. He is my neighbor. He is Korean. His name is Vincent Chang. He doesn't do hapkido. When you say the word Korean some people automatically think of Jackie Chan's South Korean hapkido instructor, Grandmaster Jin Pal Kim; I think of Vincent.

What is the most terrifying thing that has ever happened to you? Did it involve a car? Was it on a boat? Did an animal do it? If you answered yes to any of these questions then I am not surprised. Cars crash, boats sink, and animals are just scary. Why not do yourself a favor and stay away from these things.

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Vincent has a girlfriend named Helena. She is Greek with blond hair. It's dyed. I was going to be polite and not mention that it's dyed, but I really don't think she cares if anyone knows. In fact, I think she is going for the dyed look, with the roots showing. What if she and I were close friends. What if I borrowed her clothes and she said, That looks better on you, you should keep it. What if she called me in tears, and I had to come over and soothe her in the kitchen, and Vincent tried to come into the kitchen and we said, Stay out, this is girl talk! I saw something like that happen on TV; these two women were talking about some stolen underwear and a man came in and they said, Stay out, this is girl talk! One reason Helena and I would never be close friends is that I am about half as tall as she. People tend to stick to their own size group because it's easier on the neck. Unless they are romantically involved, in which case the size difference is sexy. It means: I am willing to go the distance for you.

If you are sad, ask yourself why you are sad. Then pick up the phone and call someone and tell him or her the answer to the question, Why are you sad? If you don't know anyone, call the operator and tell him or her. Most people don't know that the operator has to listen, it is a law. Also, the postman is not allowed to go inside your house, but you can talk to him on public property for up to four minutes or until he wants to go, whichever comes first.

Vincent was on the shared patio. I'll tell you about this patio. It is shared. If you look at it you will think it is only Helena and Vincent's patio, because it begins at their back door and there is a fence around it. But when I moved in the landlord said that it was the patio for both the downstairs units, A and B. I'm in B. He said, Don't be shy about using it, because you pay just as much rent as they do. What I don't know for sure is if he told Vincent and Helena that it is a shared patio. I have tried to demonstrate ownership by occasionally leaving something over there, like my shoes, or one time I left an Easter flag. I also try to spend exactly the same amount of time on the patio as they do. That way I know that we are each getting our value. Every time I see them out there, I put a little mark on my calendar. Then the next time the patio is empty, I go sit on it. Then I cross off the mark. Sometimes I lag behind and I have to sit out there a lot toward the end of the month, to catch up.

Vincent was on the shared patio. I'll tell you about Vincent. He is an example of a New Man. You might have read the article about the New Men in True magazine last month. New Men are more in touch with their feelings than even women are, and New Men cry. New Men want to have children, they long to give birth, so sometimes when they are crying it is because they can't; there is nowhere for a baby to come out of. New Men just give and give and give. Vincent is like that. Once I saw him give Helena a massage on the shared patio. This is kind of ironic because it is Vincent who needs the massage. He has a mild form of epilepsy. My landlord told me this when I moved in, as a safety precaution. New Men are often a little frail, and also Vincent's job is Art Director, and that is very New Man. He told me this one day when we were both leaving the building at the same time. He is Art Director of a magazine called Punt. This is an unusual coincidence because I am the Floor Manager of a printer and we sometimes print magazines. We don't print Punt, but we print a magazine with a similar name, Positive. It's actually more like a newsletter; it's for people who are HIV positive.

Are you angry? Punch a pillow. Was it satisfying? Not hardly. These days people are too angry for punching. What you might try is stabbing. Take an old pillow and lay it on the front lawn. Stab it with a big pointy knife. Again and again and again. Stab hard enough for the point of the knife to go into the ground. Stab until the pillow is gone and you are just stabbing the Earth, again and again, as if you want to kill it for continuing to spin, as if you are getting revenge for having to live on this planet, day after day, alone.

Vincent was on the shared patio. I was already behind in my patio use, so it made me a little anxious to see him out there, so late in the month. Then I had an idea; I could sit out there with him. There were two reasons I could do this. One: It's a free country, and two: Why not? I put on Bermuda shorts and sunglasses and suntan oil. Even though it was October I still felt summery; I had a summery tableau in mind. In truth though, it was really quite windy out there and I had to run back in for a sweater and a few minutes later I ran back inside for pants. Finally I sat in a lawn chair beside Vincent on the shared patio and watched the suntan oil soak through the fabric of my khakis. He said he always liked the smell of suntan oil. This was a very graceful way of acknowledging my situation. A man with grace, that's the New Man. I asked him how things were going at Punt and he told me a funny story about a typo. Because we are in the same business, he didn't have to explain that typo is short for typographical error. If Helena had come out we would have had to stop using our industry lingo so that she could understand us, but she didn't come out because she was still at work. She's a physician's assistant, which may or may not be the same thing as a nurse.
I asked Vincent more questions, and his answers became longer and longer until they hit a kind of cruising altitude and I didn't have to ask, he just orated. It was unexpected, like suddenly finding oneself at work on a weekend. What was I doing here? Where was my Roman Holiday? My American in Paris? This was just more of the same, an American in America. I had not labored all week for this. At moments he would pause and squint up at the sky and I would think that he was constructing the perfect question for me, a fantastic question that I would have to rise to the challenge of, drawing from everything I knew about myself and mythology and this black Earth. But he was pausing only to emphasize what he was saying about how the cover design was not actually his fault, and then he finally did ask me something; he asked, Did I think it was his fault, you know, based on everything he had just told me? I looked at the sky, just to see what it felt like. I pretended that I was pausing before telling him about the secret feeling of joy that I hide in my chest, waiting, waiting, waiting for someone to notice that I rise each morning seemingly with nothing to live for, but I do rise, and it is only because of this secret joy, God's love, in my chest. I looked down from the sky and into his eyes and I said, It wasn't your fault. I excused him for the cover and for everything else. For not yet being a New Man. We fell into silence then; he did not ask me any more questions. I was still happy to sit there beside him, but that is only because I have very, very low expectations of most people, and he had now become Most People.
Then he lurched forward. With a sudden motion he leaned forward at an inhuman angle, and stayed there. It was not the behavior of Most People, nor of New Men; it was perhaps something that an old man would do, an elderly man. I said, Vincent. Vincent. I yelled, Vincent Chang! But he only leaned forward silently, his chest almost to his knees. I kneeled down and looked into his eyes. They were open, but closed like a store that is closed and looks ghostly with all the lights off. With the lights off, I could now see how luminous he had been the moment before, even in his selfishness. And it struck me that maybe True magazine had been wrong. Maybe there are no New Men. Maybe there are only the living and the dead, and all those who are living deserve each other and are equal to each other. I pushed his shoulders back so that he was upright in his chair again. I didn't know anything about epilepsy, but I had imagined more shaking and spasmodic action. I moved his hair out of his face. I put my hand under his nose and felt gentle, even breaths. I pressed my lips against his ear and whispered, again, It's not your fault. Perhaps this was really the only thing I had ever wanted to say to anyone, and be told. I imagined couples at the altar, standing before the priest, declaring It's not your fault to each other, before kissing in the union.
I pulled my chair up beside him and leaned my head against his shoulder. And although I was genuinely scared about this epileptic seizure that I was in charge of, I slept. Why did I do this dangerous and inappropriate thing? I'd like to think that I didn't do it, that it was in fact done to me. Vincent was slowly sliding his hands up my shirt as we kissed. I tried to remember what kind of breasts I had but they were vague, like faces in dreams. He held them and from the way his hands were curved I knew these breasts were small. Larger breasts would have required a less acute angle. He held them like he had wanted to for a long time, and suddenly I saw things as they really were. He loved me. He was a complex person with layers of percolating emotions, some of them spiritual, some tortured in a more secular way; and he burned for me. This complicated flame of being was mine. I held his hot face and asked him the hard question.
What about Helena?
It's okay, because she's in the medical profession. They have to do whatever is the best for health.
That's right, the Hippocratic Oath.
She'll be sad, but she won't interfere with us because of the oath.
Will you move your things over to my apartment?
No, I have to keep living with Helena because of our vows.
Your vows? What about the oath?
It'll be okay. All that is nothing compared to our thing.
Did you ever really love her?
Not really, no.
But me?
Yes.
Even though I have no pizzazz?
What are you talking about, you perfect thing.
You can see that I'm perfect?
It's in each thing that you do. I watch you when you hang your bottom over the side of the bathtub to wash it before bed.
You can see me do this?
Every night.
It's just in case.
I know. But no one will ever enter you in your sleep.
How can you promise that?
Because I'm watching you.
I thought I would have to wait until I died for this.
From now on I am yours.
No matter what? Even when you are with Helena and I am just the short woman in Apartment B, are you still mine then?
Yes, it is a fact between us, even if we never speak of it again.
I can't believe this is really happening.
And then Helena was there, shaking us both awake. But Vincent kept sleeping, and I wondered if he was dead and if so, had he said the things in the dream before or after he passed away, and which one was more authentic. Also, was I a criminal and would Helena have me arrested for having no human decency or common sense? I looked up at her; she was a swarm of action in her physician's assistant clothes. All the motion made me dizzy; I shut my eyes again and was about to re-enter the dream when Helena yelled, When did the seizure start? And, Why the fuck were you sleeping? But she was checking his vital signs with professional flourish and the next time she looked at me I knew I would not have to answer these questions because I had somehow become her assistant, the physician's assistant's assistant. She told me to run into their apartment for a plastic bag that would be on top of the refrigerator. I ran inside gratefully and shut the door behind me.
Their apartment was very quiet. I tiptoed across the living room to the kitchen and pressed my face against the freezer, breathing in the complex smells of their life. They had pictures of children on their refrigerator. They had friends, and these friends had given birth to more friends. I had never seen anything as intimate as the pictures of these children. I wanted to reach up and grab the plastic bag from the top of the refrigerator, but I also wanted to look at each child. One was named Trevor and he was having a birthday party that Saturday. Please come! the invitation said. We'll have a whale of a time! and there was a picture of a whale. It was a real whale, a photograph of a real whale. I looked into its tiny wise eye and wondered where that eye was now. Was it alive and swimming, or had it died long ago, or was it dying right that second? When a whale dies it falls down through the ocean slowly, over the course of a day. Everyone sees it fall, like a giant statue, like a building, but slowly, slowly, slowly. I focused all of my attention into the eye; I tried to reach down inside of it, toward the real whale, the dying whale, and I whispered, It's not your fault.
Then Helena slammed through the back door. She briefly pressed her breasts against my back as she reached over me to grab the bag and then ran back outside. I turned and watched her through the window. She was giving Vincent a shot. Vincent was waking up. She was kissing Vincent and he was rubbing his neck. I wondered what he remembered. Did he remember cupping my breasts? Did he remember that he didn't love Helena? She was sitting on his lap now, and now she had her arms wrapped around his head. They did not look up when I walked past them.


The interesting thing about Positive is that it never mentions HIV. If it weren't for the advertisements––Retrovir, Sustiva, Viramune––you would think it was a magazine about staying positive, as in upbeat. For this reason it is my favorite magazine. All the other ones build you up just to knock you down again, but the editors at Positive understand that you have already been knocked down, again and again, and at this point you really don't need to fail a quiz called "Are You So Sexy, or Just So-So?" Positive prints lists of ways to feel better, kind of like Hints from Heloise. They seem easy to write, but that's the illusion of all good advice. Common sense and the truth should feel authorless, writ by time itself. It is actually really hard to write something that will make a terminally ill person feel better. And Positive has rules, you can't just lift your guidance from the Bible or a book about Zen; they want original material. So far none of my submissions have gotten in, but I'm getting closer.

Do you have doubts about life? Are you unsure if it is really worth the trouble? Look at the sky: that is for you. Look at each person's face as you pass them on the street: those faces are for you. And the street itself, and the ground under the street, and the ball of fire underneath the ground: all these things are for you. They are as much for you as they are for other people. Remember this when you wake up in the morning and think you have nothing. Stand up and face the east. Now praise the sky and praise the light within each person under the sky. It's okay to be unsure. But praise, praise, praise.

Nicotine fiend.

I need a motherfucking cigarette.

The real N.E.R.D

I've been reading some fucking high-ass praise for these dudes for awhile now. I downloaded(fuck the man) the album awhile ago and its aaaaaaiiiight. This song on the otherhand is fire. But not like a four alarm blaze fire... more like cute puppy on fire, fire. If you're as judgemental as I am, just listen to the song and avoid watching them...

Raaaaaaandy

Raaaaaaaandy - Part 1 (Funny People) from Aziz Ansari

I used to check this little indian motherfucker's blog baaaaack in the day...now he's everywhere I look. Hitting on Quincey Jones's little girl on NBC, hanging out with Kanye(at least in pictures), probably outshining Seth Rogen and Adam Sandler in some new movie. I wish there could only be one Indian comedian and he was therefore forced to murder Russell Peters.

I think I'ma take the opportunity to lose my stand-up show virginity when he comes through Montreal in a couple of weeks.

Not guilty motherfucker....

You ever wonder what the fuck R. Kellys been up to?

Jay-Z Diss - New 3000!

The Game - I'm So Wavy [Jay-Z Diss]


Andre 3000 - Lookin' 4 Ya



...I had to add this after I listened to it.. fuego

Drake - The Winner Is




***Freddie Edit

"Nick Cannon and Will never did it this ill....."

Its a fucked up world when some new 3000 gets outshined like THAT.

Because Its Friday

:)

The Artisrty and the Ecstasy

The Artistry and the Ecstasy [.pdf]

I finally got around to reading this Mos Def article (cause i'm sooo busy... yeaah right) and it turned out to be a good read. Mos schooled me on the original black rock band...Death (they were harder than the Sex Pistols and Bad Brains before those bands even existed) They dropped one EP and then peaced.. never getting any attention until more recently (I read about them in Exclaim! magazine.. They are blowing up [now] in California and one of the sons of the original members has formed a kind-of tribute band to them). Mos is trying to put together a documentary film about them with non other than Dame Dash?? He also discusses his favorite thing...being an artist: “I definitely want to be remembered as vital, unique, great, attractive—all of that shit—but it was more important to just be able to have this be the work I do effectively enough to call myself a professional. I’m an artist, man; I put that shit on my W-2.” ...I'm guessing W-2 is the taxes or some shit in the U.S. of A. Aaaaannyways I'm pissed off the Montreal Jazz Fest canclled his performance that was going down TONIGHT! ..it was going to be my first time seeing him. Ahh well .. here is a song by Death from their EP ...For The Whole World To See

I leave you with a quote that is written on a magnet on Mos Def's fridge... "Peace is not about the absence of trouble; peace is about being able to keep stillness within your heart no matter what’s going on."

Arctic Monkeys - Crying Lightning (Live Big Day Out 2009)

It seems Freddie is the music provider... so imma put Freddie (and you!) up on something..

check this.. "its music's saviour" August 25...


you can check The Vibes doing a cover of this little diddy right here..

Oldies...But Goodies

I Remember when Freddie put me on to this joint, it hasn't gotten old since.


Zealous Pick:

I remember when Shade put me up on this... nuff said

Dr. Dog live @ The Parish

The Parish... where's that? Austin. where's that? Texas. what's in front? Benzzz. what else? Lexuss.

sooo I've been in Freddie's car riding around and this band keeps coming on and I've turned to him and been like.. who is this?? ..and he always says Dr. Dog (not to get confused with the canadian band Dog Day) I've been meaning to steal their music for a while now and still haven't gotten around to it... but today I stumbled upon a concert they did at The Parish and some wonderful person has made the whole thing available on the internets!

so here is it in all its glory..

Watch the full concert at baeblemusic.com

White Girl Drug Dealers

A Brief History of White Girl Drug Dealers

.. a pretty funny article by Complex magazine.. I can admit that I too have a soft spot for Nancy Botwin.. but then again who doesn't??

also while perusing the Complex site I stumbled upon the next girl group. Meet Paradiso Girls (horrible name)

Put together by Jimmy Iovine (I hope he cut at least one of them) there first single "Patron Tequila" has Lil John???? and Eve on it. And yes...that is Chelsea from that Pussycat Dolls show (she should have won)

I won't even front.. i didnt listen to it but posted it in case anyone cared to watch it

Patrick Watson Live @ MTL Jazz Fest

a humble dude who admitted that this was his largest show to date... and it was large!! a whole shit load of people showed up to watch the pop-folk artist shine under a beautiful (non rainy!!) Montreal night

you can watch the entire concert here (bastards won't let me embed)

.. yo i had some laaame ass people in front of me at the concert. They were getting all heated because they had set up there pretty ass chairs at like 5 when the concert only started at 9. Then when all the people showed up and the place started to fill up, everyone obviously started standing and squishing in front of them... Well when I (who was dolo for the evening since the crowd scared my friends) rolled up, the women had had enough and she totally bodied me. I tried to push past her but she turned around and was not having any of it. Then her and the other dude beside her kept going on and on about how people have no respect.. thats when I had to interject and tell them both that they were being whiny bitches and that this was a fucking concert and people squish and try to get ahead...(don't be mad cause my man Patrick is too popular for your asses) thats what happens too bad. annnnyways they all got real annoyed when I sparked my toge up behind them!! [ll] ennnn ca sent le pot ... ben oui crissss c'est moiiii sti

Where Has this guy been??

Mr. Amir Junaid Muhadith aka Loon has come out of hiding and speaks about his conversion to the muslim faith.

Zealous Edit: Of course Combat Jack had to write a piece on Loon... seeing as how he represented him and got him his deal and all.. damn this guy did everything (CJ that is...) The new official site has launched too... check it out!! http://daily-math.com/weblog

Combat Jack on Loon [ll], Pt. 1

Combat Jack on Loon [ll], Pt. 2

Oldies...But Goodies

He'll Be performing @ The Belmont tonight (Mount Royal & St Laurent) alongside EYE2EYE, Hosted by D Shade

Drake-Best I've Ever Had

Drake "Best I Ever Had" from kwest on Vimeo.

Directed by: Sir Kanye West

sry...but im ride or die with vimeo..