Joint out of Time

TWIST ed.

Word to my fellow amateur beatkonductas out there, getting out of the bedroom/basement/attic/darkness and working with real life musicians is a good thing, every once and awhile. I have been blessed enough to bookend this week with such occasions. Who knows if anything will come out of these meetings, but at least I will learn to chop in better time-- yesterday was a hardcore reminder that I'm no Otis Jackson. But then again, who is?

These (Year of the) Dogs is killin' me: Are these a sign that that Double-O-Seis will be all about the "so crazy that it works"-steez? I hope so.

Strangely enough, Billy Danze (of M.O.P.) calm and enunciating is exponentially scarier than when he's yelling. In the interview, he seems almost on the cusp of dissing 50 while he's discussing cats in the game now. It's good to see that moving to G-Unit was just a business move, unlike some of these other signees who done lost their natural minds.

Let's take a sec to think back with some "before they was famous" shots. Goo-ga. And I thought Lil' Jon was a funny lookin' cat now.

The Resolution Might Possibly Be Televised: Try to get in shape this year as well as kick some ass? It's all about the Matt Furery workout series. Serious. I don't remember how I came across these, but I feel like it rhymed with "imewire".

This is kinda weird, cuz used to joke around that the next logical evolution in gangsta rap was "vigilante rap", like some Hiphop-Charles Bronson-shit, but dude would DEFINITELY have to have a death wish to do that would probably get killed before he even made it big, depsite a probable media-thronging. Well, leave it to the tumultuous political climate of Jamaica to produce such a dude. Damn.

Meatier Media: 3030 is like a broke dude(with internet access)'s TiVo. Now all homey has to do is start fucking with Lost and it's a done deal.

While the "heart of darkness" talk on the website is not what I would have prefered, the film Darwin's Nightmare is an excellent albeit infuriating documentary that addresses the multinational oppression plaguing much of post-colonial Africa, in this case, Tanzania, through one of the country's foremost export industries. I can't recommend this film anymore highly, but you don't have to take my word for it...

Why couldn't my Mom have forced me to go to dance theatre like THIS when I was a young'nito? And speaking of plays, tonight I'm due to see Capers at the Mead Theatre Lab downtown. I'm happy to see that Ms. Yadav is getting local press since she's performing such community-centric work. Word to A.B.