Regardless of wearing skirts, wifing a Kardashian, dissing Taylor Swift, displaying erratic behavior, and being responsible for ushering in a whole movement of EDM/rap…nobody can deny how musically fucking brilliant this douchebag is.
He’s got classic quotables and beats for days. He is Chi-Town’s Finest. (Take notes, George)
Peep this documentary chronicling the gawd.
For our Boston readers, this week marks the annual Together Festival. For most JTTS fans that doesn’t mean shit, but there’s def some acts worth checking.
A spliff in the Commons is the perfect appetizer before seeing the Wally Champ. It whets the Wu Tang whistle. A stately venue like The Wilbur gets even iller when you’re toasted. I wasn’t dusted like Supreme Clientele era Ghost, or that yt Ethan Hawke in Training Day, but the Sour put me in a proper place.
Even though we slid in only 20 minutes after the doors opened, Moe Pope had already wrapped up his criminally short set. After the release party for Let the Right Ones In, I was looking forward to seeing a Boston MC open for a God MC. To add insult to injury, the dude that followed—a clown with zero charisma who questionably rocked a feather in his hair on some FGGT steeze—didn’t deserve to be billed above Roxbury’s finest. Since it was Ghost’s birthday, Feather Man led the crowd through a birthday song that fell even flatter than his rhymes. He was trying to save face but he couldn’t get out of his own way.
Kevin Gates – Satellites
Kevin Gates – Paper Chasers
Kevin Gates – IDGAF
Kevin Gates – Neon Lights
Kevin Gates – Weight
DOWNLOAD: Kevin Gates – The Luca Brasi Story [Mixtape]
Also, the homies at Southern Hospitality recently put together a “Best of”…
Had a good Mother’s Day with mama ON&ON. She needed a new spring jacket, so I took her to Goodwill in Central Square. I copped her a Donna Karan lil sumthin for $7 and I was a hero.
We sat outside on a bench building, while watching three Central Square homeless drunks take turns falling in the middle of the sidewalk in front of horrified fgt M.I.T. professors.
We discussed the fact my mother is disgusted with the Cleveland Basement Rapist’s mom declaring that she is sorry, and suffering with everyone else involved in the tragedy. According to my mother, she is a filthy fraud of a person who ignores her role in creating a monster of a son due to the fact she was in relationships with abusive men, in turn, creating a strong resentment of women in her son, affecting his decision to keep three chicks locked in a basement for 10 years.
The 30 minute scooter ride with a dozen roses tucked in between my legs was worth it.
So I get back around the way, and decide to hit up Rusty’s Liquors on American Legion before I head home.
Coming out the exit, I see a chick in a Grey tricked out Civic driving erratically. I soon realize she’s trying to avoid a dude in a tricked out black Civic that’s on her tail. What seemed like slow-motion, dude violently smashes into her side. Boooom!
Immediately, dude jumps out the whip and starts screaming some Spanish shit at the chick while punching his car.
She jumps out her whip, and starts running towards the median. Lucky no other cars were around. Her right slipper fell off and the whole shit.
Dude starts chasing her…screaming.
I’m sitting on Bernie Rosenberg (my scooter) with a 6 pack of Natty Ice in the trunk watching on horrifically.
Dude stops chasing her and runs back to his damaged Civic.
“Fuck you, bitch! (SpanishSpanishSpanish)….Fuckin whore!”
He peels off, car badly damaged.
She is crying hysterically with one slipper on, and titties all desheviled…I woulda definitely hit.
She runs back to her whip, and gets on the phone.
By this time, I’ve rushed to the scene along with a black woman in her mid thirties (Anita Baker haircut), a 22 year old Puerto Rican Mc’donalds employee, and a drunk guy who just came from Rusty’s liquors.
Chick starts screaming on the phone.
“(SpanishSpanishSpanishSpanish)…..That’s IT my nigga…he fucked up! He fucked up my car!!!! (SpanishSpanishSpanishSpanish)….he wanted it to be over…fuck it my nigga, it’s over! That (Spanish SpanishSpanishSpanish)….is getting locked up! Fuck that! I’m tired of this domestic violence bullshit! (Spanishforthreeminutes)”
I approach the Mc’donalds kid, now nervously inhaling a Newport.
“You saw that shit?”
“Yeah, nigga…he pulled a knife on her and the whole shit!”
For the record, Puerto Rican’s say “nigga” more than black people. There’s an article in the Wall Street Journal, trust me.
So Mc’donald’s kid proceeds to tell me what he saw.
“They started beefin in line, so he hemmed her up…then she got loose, and my nigga pulled a knife out and shit…then she ran out and got in her ride, then he got a rock and threw it through her window, then she drove off, and he chased her, and rammed her.”
Then drove off.
Let’s review.
7PM. Light outside. In line at a Mc’donalds with customers and cameras. You black out to the point you hemm up a chick, flash a knife, chase someone, throw a rock in their window, and crash into their car….then drive off, as some fgt on a scooter watches the whole thing.
That, my friends, is the definition of a sociopath.
Me and Anita Baker approach the chick once she gets off the phone. She’s trembling. Traumatized. Lucky to be alive.
Titties lookin mad right.
Anita asks her if she’s ok, and embraces her.
She bursts out sobbing, pulls her hair, and falls to the ground.
I’m standing there with my dopey scooter helmet still on.
10 minutes later, a fire truck arrives, followed by an ambulance, followed by the reliable Boston Police…20 minutes later.
I’m prepared to stick around and snitch volunteer my witness account to the police, until 4 car loads of Puerto Ricans pull up to the scene….All in tricked out Civics.
She called the posse, and they are here. Justice will be served. That dude is food.
I returned to Bernie Rosenberg, and reflected on two moments of clarity I experienced this Mother’s Day.
God bless our precious mothers everywhere…and thank God I’m single.
From The Boston Globe:
This week’s lightning and rain has brought some relief, but Quincy residents worry that the drone of small planes flying overhead will soon return.
Residents say that since late April, they have suffered from the sound of low-flying planes, which are making continuous loops above their homes through the day and night. And government officials will not say who is flying the planes or why.
“It was every six minutes this loop would take, and it’s doing this arch,” said Michael Gundersen, who lives in Wollaston. “But when it’s doing a turn, it would get louder, every six minutes for hours on end.”
Gundersen said the sound started April 21 and has been practically continuous.
“The noise was just — at some points, it was unbearable,” he said.
The Federal Aviation Administration’s Facebook page has been overflowing with comments from frustrated residents, and local officials have been receiving phone calls and e-mails reporting the noise.
Those in the know remain tight-lipped. “It is a sanctioned flight by the FAA,” said Quincy police Captain John Dougan, who would not elaborate.
FAA officials echoed that response.
At Quincy City Hall, the reason is no clearer.
“We’ve received a couple more phone calls, and the response is the same,” said Christopher Walker, spokesman for Mayor Thomas Koch. “The FAA confirmed that it is a sanctioned flight, and there is no information beyond that.”
A lack of an explanation has only exacerbated the frustration of locals who were initially upset about the noise.
“Given the events of the past month, people are on edge, and the main concern that folks have is, is there something going on that they should be concerned about?” said Councilor Brian Palmucci. “[Is there an] event, activity, individual that they should be vigilant about? And no one is providing any answers.”
Though some have speculated that the aircraft is a drone, a photograph taken by a resident shows a Cessna single-engine plane. Residents also say that more than one plane is involved.
“My husband is a pilot . . . the Cessna can only fly for seven to eight hours, so there is definitely another plane that comes to relieve it,” said Jennifer Azevedo-Andre, who lives in Merrymount.
Azevedo-Andre said that she snapped a picture of one of the planes and that another plane has a dark blue belly. The tail number in the photograph is registered to a company called RKT Productions.
The company’s only available contact is a post office box in Bristow, Va. A spokesman for the nearest airport, Manassas Regional Airport, had never heard of the company.
At this point, however, most residents say the purpose of the flights is irrelevant.
“We’re very reasonable people,” said Azevedo-Andre. “There may be a valid reason for them to be covert; to explain it might undermine its purpose. But I can tolerate for so long, and no one can give us a timetable of when it will stop.”
Lindy West wrote this article addressing the typical misogynistic point of view JTTS espouses.
Sure, it’s a barrel of junior high school laughs when I get on my soapbox and objectify women for the scheming cock sucking cunts that they are…but at the end of the day…what type of man does that make me?
This article compelled me to take a good, hard (pause) look at myself, and reconsider my future approach of fishing for laughs in a low brow chauvinistic, juvenile way at the expense of bitches around the world. I’m better than that. And so are you.
Lindy West, ladies and gentlemen….
For the five others of you who may care, here is a glimpse into David Anthony Love’s record collection.
Ok – you are fat.
You are ugly.
You are not welcome at Abercrombie and Fitch.
Well at least according to the following meme – which admittedly kinda twists dude’s words… but..
The CEO was recently quoted as saying the following:
I think this is downright genius. Let’s look at the tactic:
Step 1) Call out fat people for being fat and ugly and not worthy of wearing Abercrombie + Fitch clothing.
Step 2) Get them to make your quote a viral sensation.
Step 3) ????
Step 4) Profit
I mean seriously – fat and ugly people are now boycotting Abercrombie in droves, which doesn’t really concern the CEO, he wants them gone anyway. The consumers that still wear Abercrombie + Fitch (You FGTs know who you are), think they are part of a special / elite good looking popular club now and will be more loyal than ever. Sheeeeeet, some people who are ugly and THINK they are hot don’t want to be lumped in with the unpopular kids and are probably more likely to start wearing Abercrombie like a badge of honor, like “Oh hey Chad – check out my hot new slim fit Abercrombie V Neck sweater. Look how snug it fits me. I guess I’m not so ugly after all? Right Chad? Right? Wanna finger me in the stairs to the retard wing after gym class?”.
This brings me to another point. If you’re ugly – ok I get it, you were born that way. Shit, I am no prize, I accept it.
If you’re fat – fucking hit the gym and eat right. Being fat is not a disease. It’s the same as addiction. You need to want to change. You need to want to work towards a goal. Getting slim. Getting sober. It’s all the same shit.
Stop being fat America. It’s not that hard, eat right and get off your ass. Simple. If you want to wear Abercrombie so bad, (first of all kill yourself), lose weight. Boom. You’ve got yourself a brand new $90 pair of distressed, pre faded/washed/ ripped/ stained jeans.
If you think I don’t notice you jacking our concepts, ideas, and blog poasts – you must be mistaken. You know who the fuck you are. I don’t care if you trying to make a living. That’s twice in two weeks. If it happens a third time, I’m calling you out by name. I read and respect your shit too so don’t make me do it.
- Trees
Ghostface is infamous for his interviews, but it’s the best kind of infamy. His colorful use of language spawned Big Ghost Chronicles, a blog devoted to his bizarre lyrical stylings and eviscerating Drake. Sample sentence: “Ayo whattup you now in the presence of the mighty Hands Of Zeus aka the grand imperial Cocaine Biceps.”
Ghost’s unique brand of stream of consciousness spills over from his rhymes into his rhetoric, spinning looping threads of “nah means” and “yah heards” through which he drops jewels. It’s pretzel logic at its flyest. In that way, he’s like Wu Tang’s mystic.
On Thursday, he’s coming to the Wilbur in support of his latest project, 12 Reasons To Die. A collaboration with the soulful producer Adrian Younge, the tour features a live band to help flesh out the album’s lush sound. Below, Ghost talks DOOM collaborations, freaking beats, the Wu tour and more. Shit is off the meat rack.
This is how it goes down at water coolers everywhere around the country:
“Heeey, so did you hear about those poor girls that were kidnapped?”
“Yeah, yeah…just awful. Those guys were monsters.”
“Yeah, yeah…awful…..So did you see the guy that rescued them?”
“OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO…MMMMMMMMMMM…..GGGGGGGGGG!”
That’s America for you.
A tragedy that grips the nation is overshadowed by the donkey from Shrek.
I’m happy for the brother. Really, I am. But it makes me cringe to think of a nation of little yt suburban kids imitating Charles Ramsey in the lunchroom today.
Oh, the coonery. The SNL skit is being written as we speak. Thousands of Charles Ramsey shirts are being printed. Meme production has increased ten-fold.
CNN trucks have abandoned covering the Marathon Bombers on Boylston Street, and have high tailed it to Charles Ramsey’s hood.
Three girls raped and tortured for a decade, and a star is born.
Stay classy, America.
Let me preface this by saying 1) This is not a cry for help. 2) I am not really looking for sympathy or a pep talk 3) I just blog reality. I always have and I always will.
The last 8 – 9 months have been real difficult for me. As always, change seems to hit me in big waves. As many of you know I recently moved away from my friends, family, and colleagues to pursue what I would like to call “getting my grown man on”. I’ll try to shorten this as much as possible – because many of you already know the sob story that this is ultimately about.
As evidenced in the recent and much discussed S.H.I.T. shows from 2009, if there is one aspect of my life that I am not good at handling, nor will I ever – it’s breaking up with a girl. I can just picture ON&ON and Marty collectively rolling their eyes at this point and just saying “Here we go…” I get it dudes. It’s cliche. Fuck you because there is actually more to the story. Keep reading:
