"HELL""WORKING CLASS HERO" (John Lennon)
all vocals and instruments by patrick holt
recorded on terror island
I sweat tellier so hard right now, not that i ever stopped sweating him. His whole essence is just so alluring. His tongue in cheek sleazyness is something I aspire to develop. Below is his new video for his jam "look" off his 2008 release Sexuality. Its a masterpiece of animated asses. Spectacular.
Last Saturday I got a lead on the 6 fingered man so I followed it to the 930 Club in Washington, DC. My lead was bunk, he'd either left before I got there, or had never been there to begin with. The bartender, an old friend of mine named Wesley, bought me a large glass of Jim Beam with ice. I rarely drink these days, but when I do, I drink a pint of Jim Bean with 4 ice cubes. I was glad Wesley knew what I wanted without my having to ask because the band was loud and I was in no mood to yell.
The year was 1971, October. I don't remember the day. The radio of a car parked outside told me the Pirates had won the world series, a 7 game sweep. Though I could hear the game as clear as a bell, our calls for help were either unheard or ignored. It was me, Mick Jagger and this Spanish guy, I think his name was Eusubio, locked in a basement in the Bronx. I never got to find out for sure what his name was, Eusubio was sick the whole time and dead by the 3rd day. Mick and I had eaten some nasty peyote in a sweat lodge 10 miles outside of Reno the previous weekend, the next thing I knew, here we were. Our captors had a speaker playing into the room, "Tighten Up" by Archie Bell and Drells, over and over for god knows how long. It was torture. Mick looked at me and said, "I used to like this song. Now I want to bloody kill myself but they've left us nothing sharp." At that moment, a thin shaft of light spilled through a crack in the boarded up window and onto Mick's face. Right then, and I don't know why, I said to Mick, "May the good Lord shine a light on you. Make every song, your favorite tune." The next day we woke to find the door unlocked, the house was empty and we ran, in separate directions never to speak of the incident again. The next year Mick recorded Exile on Main Street with the Stones, one of the greatest rock albums ever released. I haven't seen him since, but I think about him every day.
I dunno, I'd prolly have a good time bonging it up with Wiz and his frodo looking buddy, just saying. Nothing really goes on in this song/video really, but whatever, its like a summer day...not that important. I saw this dude at a festival not long and yeah he's pretty popular...so i thought id drive some traffic over here for our ads and what not...you know how we make all our money off of advertizing right? Click on some of the ads.......
Soft Rock samples FTW work so well as samples for rap songs. it's a trend that started (as far as I know) since Lord Tariq and Peter Gunz flipped Steely Dan's "Black Cow" for "Deja Vu" fuck yeah does it ever work perfectly. Here, is a posthumous release from Tupac Shakur which flips soft rock star Bobby Caldwell's "What you wont do for love". Since 2pac was dead at the time it forced a little creativity to release this as a single for his first (of 11) posthumous release. The result is some fantastic animation of 2pac in many different styles including anime and stop motion. Worth watching if you are a fan of cartoons+rap music+soft rock.
August 22th, 1992. It was 2 days after my 11th birthday and I was staying at my father’s apartment in Greenwich, CT as I did most weekends back then. It was a good weekend for the most part. For my birthday I received a cassette of New Kids on the Block’s game changing album “Step by Step” from my father and his young girlfriend, Stacy. I’ll always remember the day I received that album because late that night, as I left my room to go to the bathroom, I saw my dad banging Stacy on the living room couch. I’d never seen anything like that before, and I would never see Stacy again after that weekend.
Megafaun - Volunteers | A Take Away Show from La Blogotheque on Vimeo.
Sir Mix-A-Lot was just known as Mix-A-Lot before he released the song "Posse on Broadway"; a song which instantly struck a chord with the British noble class. Soon after its release he was knighted by Queen Elizabeth in a ceremony which many called "fresh" and "forward thinking". It was Prince Charles' idea to record "Put 'Em on the Glass", a record which came from his own personal experiences of driving through the British country-side while wearing a chinchilla coat, sunglasses, and a Kangol hat.
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Kind of hard to know what to make of this, but its definitely strange. Does it make any fucking sense whatsoever? No. But that really doesn't matter because it's weird in a total nightmare kind of way which I guess works for it somehow...













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On March 9th, 1997 Biggie was killed over a disagreement stemming from an interpretation of the lyrics to this song. No one is sure whether or not this song actually references the then recent shooting of Tupac in a New York recording studio, but that soon became besides the point as it kicked off a chain of nasty events which sadly culminated in both their deaths. It's total bullshit, that should never have happened.
Here's a jam from our friends Teru'Ah who released Mad Kids in the Holy City around this time last year and we've yet to give them some well deserved shine. Although singer Mike Cades's lyrics are melancholy, they exhibit a degree of wisdom which may belie his age. This is especially true on "Edward Receives A Letter From An Old Friend" a song about the banality of the average man's life, and the seeming inevitability that one's dreams will inevitably be over-run by daily responsibilities until they die."If we are reasonable men, its seems absurd to expect anymore thanThe excellent production and instrumentation of this track gives Cades's lament a bittersweet quality: a quiet mandolin sets the tone, as the track builds upon a brass band to reach a subdued coda that audibly expresses this sad story of a life filled with regret. Poor Edward.
an ill-tempered life."


