Shout out to DopeBoyz for making the fly cover above
Do NOT allow the Tryptophan to let you sleep on this! Lupe dropped a new mixtape for Thanksgiving and apparently will also drop one for Christmas too. Rumor has it a pretty dope girl is running his poster hunting campaign at SDSU too…
Cody ChesnuTT’s The Headphone Masterpiece was a double-disc of mindblowingly classic material. The rawness in the recording style and the hopelessly direct lyricism throughout seriously changed the way I viewed the album as art form.
What Kind of Cool Will We think of Next? is more of the same Cody ChesnuTT. Simple, direct, and yet disarmingly powerful. Probably best known for his featured spot on the Roots Phrenology album with the Seed 2.0 track, Cody ChestnuTT is a straight powerhouse of musical talent.
We’ve all endured the horrid rap/rock mashups shoved down our throats before. From Jay-Z and Linkin Park to Limp Bizkit (actually, I’m not even sure what they qualify as… Assrock? Who knows..)
Nonetheless, in this putrid sea of raprock-crap-ivity there is a shining glimmer of hope, a bastion of good taste and general bad-assness. I’d venture to say the best thing coming since the OG rap/rock meeting of the minds of Aerosmith and Run DMC
BLAKROC: with the Black Keys and Friends is dropping on Black Friday, Nov 27th. Those friends include Mos Def, RZA, Raekwon, Q-Tip, Ludacris, Pharoahe Monch, M.O.P.’s Billy Danze, Jones, and the late Ol’ Dirty Bastard.
HellaClean.com does not in ANY way, shape, or form condone the use of illegal drugs or substances and disclaims liability for any attempts by the reader to recreate the rather awesome events described below….
With that being said, here is the story of Dock Ellis, the Pirates pitcher that claimed having pitched a No-Hitter while COMPLETELY ZONKED OUT ON LSD….. steroids are for pussies…
“I can only remember bits and pieces of the game. I was psyched. I had a feeling of euphoria. I was zeroed in on the (catcher’s) glove, but I didn’t hit the glove too much. I remember hitting a couple of batters and the bases were loaded two or three times. The ball was small sometimes, the ball was large sometimes, sometimes I saw the catcher, sometimes I didn’t. Sometimes I tried to stare the hitter down and throw while I was looking at him. I chewed my gum until it turned to powder. I started having a crazy idea in the fourth inning that Richard Nixon was the home plate umpire, and once I thought I was pitching a baseball to Jimi Hendrix, who to me was holding a guitar and swinging it over the plate. They say I had about three to four fielding chances. I remember diving out of the way of a ball I thought was a line drive. I jumped, but the ball wasn’t hit hard and never reached me.
Drugs are bad…. mmmmmkay? (except when they make you do awesomely awesome things like pitch no-hitters in the major leagues…)
[how is your heart?]
by Charles Bukowski
from You Get So Alone At Times That It Just Makes Sense
during my worst times
on the park benches
in the jails
or living with
whores
I always had this certain
contentment-
I wouldn’t call it
happiness-
it was more of an inner
balance
that settled for
whatever was occuring
and it helped in the
factories
and when relationships
went wrong
with the
girls.
it helped
through the
wars and the
hangovers
the backalley fights
the
hospitals.
to awaken in a cheap room
in a strange city and
pull up the shade-
this was the craziest kind of
contentment
and to walk across the floor
to an old dresser with a
cracked mirror-
see myself, ugly,
grinning at it all.
what matters most is
how well you
walk through the
fire.
These funked-out, spoken-word-speaking, Brooklyn-transplants take their California freshness to new levels on their debut album iB4THE1.1. I’ve been digging on their spoken word for a minute and from appearances on HBO’s Def Poetry Jam to helping with local collective Neighborhood Watch to just being generally bad ass, these guys have done much to put Sacramento on the hiphop/spoken word map.
Their album is being released in suites (much like Janelle Monae’s) and it really is an experience. Imagine going to a Baptist church, dressed in your sunday best, and somehow you end up at the circus…. on ’shrooms…. with a mouthful of Sour Mambas and a handful of arcade tokens. I think that about describes it.
Man he use to be? He’s still the man! K-os is always bringing fire! Yes! he does. I have to say I was a little nervous about this album because I thought there was no way he was going to top his last two albums, but he sure did deliver Electrik Heat.The album drops November 18, 2009. I would definately cop this or at least have this on some sort of technologic music player. Whatever works for you. I’ve been talking about Natalie Portman ’cause you know she’s a bad one. I guess I wasn’t the only one to “Wish I Knew Natalie Portman.” EnJoyful.
<3 noodles.
K-os ft. Saukrates – “I Wish I Knew Natalie Portman”
[Check back here every Tuesday for links and updates on new music fresh off the veritable e-presses.]
Spending the weekend in the bay is funny to say the least. Getting yelled at for saying ‘Frisco and not “The City”?…. please…. spare me…. I’m too South Sac for ya bruh…
However, Mr. Rafael Casal was kind enough to hook us all up with a Bay Area Primer on how to speakeasy and be easy….
Mr. Casal is a dope slam poet as evidenced here. He was on Def Jam Poetry w/ Mos Def a couple of times, but I liked the piece in the link much better. Mad props to anyone that name drops Neruda.
The new album dropped on Halloween and you can cop his Monster LP right here
or it may just be another “Snuggie” fad…. It does look kind of awesome though. The fine folks at Mippi Selk Bag have “reinvented” the sleeping bag. Sadly, you can only buy it in the UK….
I want one. I may even NEED one. I haven’t decided yet…
Since we seem to be on some kind of generation trip, I thought I would bring this to attention. The Simmons runnin it again. Young Diggy straight hustlin! Now, step your game up. P.S. Go head Diggy. Get your’s!
