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THIS SATURDAY (NOVEMBER 29th)
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You’re looking at one of the greatest pieces of tail in the western hemisphere. An ass reportedly belonging to a Miss Lorie Racicot, the 2008 Miss Canada. I know what you’re thinking. I thought it too. Rest assured I just said Miss Canada, not Miss Brazil or Miss Puerto Rico– Mother Fucking Canada.
Now when I first saw this picture (here), in what was a thread on UndergroundHipHop.com allegedly showing Miss Canada’s assets, I was immediately suspicious. Not only is the UGHH message board a safe haven for incorrect knowledge but let’s face facts. Canada is known for many things, but in all my soulless 24 hour sun cycles I’ve served on this god forsaken planet have I ever been led to believe that Canada could export anything even capable of achieving this most gorgeous levels of ass perfection. I mean look at that thing..
I wanted to know just who the fuck this Miss Canada thinks she is. Why hasn’t she defected to America yet where she could be making millions in rap videos? Why have I never heard– rather seen her before? Maybe there is truth to this Canada theory. So I did some research, and I was aroused and horrified by the many nuggets of knowledge I gleaned on my journey of Canadian ass discovery. I also learned a lot about myself. For instance, I’m apparently a very creepy dude and amazingly talented at e-stalking people. Fuck it. Common knowledge at this point probably anyway..
So before I begin, let’s get the rest of the “Miss Canada” pictures out the way:
Life has been tough since Audible Mainframe left Boston for the better pussy pastures known as Long Beach. Not for them – shit – dudes have been rocking mad gigs and bagging bitches a la groceries. Nah – it’s sucked for us left back here in the land of pale broads and indie rockers; for those of us who used to check every one of their shows, it was beyond difficult to say goodbye.
Considering that I’ve had this conversation with at least a hundred people who share my sentiments, I’m excited to announce that Audible just re-did its MySpace page, which now features four new tracks. I also just got off the horn with MC Exposition, who promises a new full-length next March. It’s not like having them around full-time, but it will have to do for now. CHECK THE FRESH PAGE AND TRACKS HERE…
Happy Thanksgiving. As a treat to top off your turkey sandwich, here’s my look at Will C‘s excellent new tribute mix, Down the Dial. Also check the sweet review that Trees threw up last week, and be sure to follow the link below for an extra special extended version of an exclusive Biz Markie track that YOU CAN’T GET ANYWHERE ELSE!!!
Will C was born 20 years too late and four skin tones too light. And in the wrong city. Still, Boston’s 21-year-old rapper/producer/throwbackologist might be the planet’s most enthusiastic hoarder of goods related to the infinitely inventive decade that followed hip-hop’s late ’70s inception. Fans of his previous archival mission, Commercial Rap, must have wondered where he scored authentic Billy D. Williams Colt 45 commercials. On Down the Dial he reveals his secret stash: old cassettes dubbed from Mr. Magic’s Rap Attack show on NYC’s WBLS between 1981 and 1989. With support from original hosts Magic and Fly Ty, Will revisits the legacy of hip-hop’s all-time most influential show with a genius spread of lost originals, crafty blends, and contemporary tributes. If ever there was something that warranted obsessive hyping by compulsively nostalgic hipsters, it’s this resounding homage to pre-Internet, pre-mixtape, pre-bullshit New York City boom-bap. Here are some highlights from its 31 tracks. READ THE FULL ARTICLE AND GET DOWNLOADS HERE…
Out of all the hip-hop people I’ve had the pleasure (or displeasure) of talking to or hanging out with, Alchemist is one of the realest and most humble and respectable dudes in the industry. Not only did homie treat a fresh-faced 17-year old Martin Caballero like a friend–inviting me to his apartment for a revealing interview and a smoke (naturally)–but with everything he does, he tries to do it in a creative and professional way, whether it’s designing his mix tapes or just the little touches he does for the opening bars of his songs. I think a lot of the mainstream doesn’t equate the work hip-hop artists do with that of other musicians, but ALC proves them wrong. He’s a true professional in every sense of the word.
He’s also been off the scene for a hot minute. The Chemical Warfare album that was supposed to drop this year has been pushed back, but in the meantime he just dropped a six-song EP on iTunes called The Alchemist’s Cookbook (after the infamous book on homemade bomb-making). For $3.99, you get a stash of tracks featuring Prodigy, Snoop Dogg, Blu, Kid Cudi, Jadakiss, Evidence, Styles P and others. Check out the animated video for “Lose Your Life” and my personal favorite from the EP “Calmly Smoke” w/ Styles P and Evidence.
Another Full Episode of The Launchpad!!
Smoke Bulga & Masspike Miles are two cats from Beantown that are making serious powermoves in the game, both locally and nationally. After hearing Frankie Wainright on last week’s Launchpad, they wanted to get on the air to address the comments he made. All this and the new real shit that your local radio station doesn’t play.
Tracklisting After The Jump:
The S.H.I.T. Show – stands for simply: S cenester H ip-Hop I nsiders T alk.
This open format talk show is brought to us weekly in podcast format by the super-rockin’ DJ ON&ON and the “good folks” at ClearChannel Communications – who let us abuse their radio equipment each week to record.
We will be bringing this show to you every week, until we feel like stopping it.
Episode Summary: DJ ON&ON, Este Uno, & Sleezy Trees are joined by 3 special guests this week; No Doz (MC from Golden Brown / formerly O.V.M.), Skipp Whittman (MC), and No Doz’s Sushi Date.
After belittling Doz and his girl for the first half of the show, the conversation takes a typical and horrendous downturn to a discussion about prostitution solicitation. Doz’s female friends makes a hasty exit after the conversation turns to handjobs (which leads many to believe that she is a huge fan of giving handjobs). After trying to figure out why she was offended, the topic turns back to prostitution and for once — hip hop. Yes, mark your calendars because this was the first ever episode where we officially talk about our favorite hip hop moments.
Also — a great self revelation from DJ ON&ON where he talks about how he proposed to his ex-girlfriend on stage at a Prodigy show.
and don’t forget past episodes:
Those who frequent this web site (or any of my other publications) are familiar with my disdain for highbrow hip-hop lit. You know – the overreaching nonsense written by academics who use words like didactic to describe 50 Cent lyrics.
At the same time I’m often embarrassed by how much awful writing there is in my chosen journalistic genre. That said; considering my pet peeves, I’m excited to announce that Jaime Lowe‘s new ODB biography, Digging For Dirt, lands in the perfect medium.
I haven’t thumbed the whole book yet, but, so far, it’s clear that this is one Wu-Tang survey that can reach newcomers and seasoned Clan nerds like myself. Lowe knows her shit; she’s not someone who stumbled onto Wu-Tang after the laughter. Never mind that Dirty’s mom is calling for a boycott; this is real journalism folks.
I’m about to send an email to the author’s publicist in hopes to get an interview when I’m in New York next weekend. If I land it I’ll be sure to post the whole thing here. In the meantime, order your copy. Shit drops on December 2, with readings in Brooklyn on December 3 (@ Pacific Standard) and in Los Angeles on January 6 (@ Book Soup). Full review coming soon…
Now that every annoyingly extroverted hipster dude and chick with implants, long legs, and Serato has a club residency downtown, it’s become increasingly important for real hip-hop DJs to mix together. For that reason, and because they’re a bunch of junkies who can’t kick the needle, New England’s premier DJ squad, the Deck Demons, are getting themselves back in gear. READ THE FULL ARTICLE HERE..
I’d leave it to our film critics to review the Lee “Scratch” Perry documentary The Upsetter, but it might be forever before producers Adam Bhala Lough and Ethan Higbee land distribution. Despite their heroic telling of the most important tale in contemporary black music, some major-label vultures are shortsightedly reluctant to allow use of certain Perry jams. READ THE FULL ARTICLE HERE…
This was the first press picture taken by Marty, Trees, and myself. It was a hilarious moment in JTTS history, and I remember it like it was yesterday. On the left, you see Marty doing his best Bob De Niro impression while maintaining the integrity of a backpack rap aficionado. In the middle, Trees cross-dressed like a caffeine-riddled middle-age secretary to emphasize our site’s dedication to working class America. And on the far right, I dressed as a Judas Priest groupie turned chronic masturbator en route to enlist in the Iraq war. Those were the days, baby.