Friday Funtime!

All this talk of counting blog posts reminds me that I at least need my November count up to a mighty 3 posts!!! So, here are two rap items worthy of your time:

J Dilla & Busta Rhymes!

Cleveland's own Mick Boogie has graced the internet with a free mixtape (in a long line of free mixtapes) of exclusive unreleased Busta Rhymes tracks over J Dilla beats! The downloading fervor has died down in the few days it's been out, so you should be able to visit mickboogie.com and check the jams. No, I haven't listened to it yet, but soon!

Snoop-Pain laying it down!

Mega-ROFL. This came on the real tube Wednesday night and Andy and I were NOT prepared!

Sorry this is short. If you're diggin this shit, let me know, huh? It's been quite quiet 'round these parts. Holler!

We Keeps It Hood!

Yeah, so fuck DJ Khaled. Is he even a DJ? Not sure. Anyway, I'm sure you're pleased to see me back with the quickness. Not as quick as the recently e-revived Davekwon, who has already written 85 blogs this week and it's only Wednesday! Nor as quick as Andy, who is slaving away under not-so-ideal conditions. But you can't stop the bumrush, word to Len. My art show gig went well, props to Ashley (Brook) for her fine art and somehow making art into a party! Shouts also go to Ashley (Wassmuth) for leaving in style, hopefully we see her again soon. Thanksgiving is so close that I can almost taste it. Before that, however, there is the aforementioned 1-year anniversary of So What Wednesdays tonight at Bourbon Street, featuring a DJ set from J. Rawls and a rappin' set from The Catalyst, so that will be dopealope.

Mark Your Calendars!

As I have a FunkDefy! gig on Saturday night, the previously discussed Dirtbombs Thanksgiving Beachland show is a no-go. However, plans are in development for attending the release party for We Have You Surrounded, which will be held February 16th at the Magic Stick in Detroit. I have tentative yesses from Andy, Uncle Adam, and my cousin Nate, so let's do this!

REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEMIXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX!!!!!

As you are well aware, "Little Duffel Bag Boy," while no "Hay," is a tremendous jam worthy of all urban airplay and your undying affection. However, it may have been topped by this, a cover/"NYC Version" by the mighty Joell Ortiz. I can't use this "Novel" dude singing the first verse an' shit, so the crooning is definitely better in the original, but Joell rips it apart (and those Playaz Circle dudes are not exactly lyrical miracles).

Black Kids - Wizard of Ahhhs EP

I don't know what it is about The Black Kids, but these Jacksonvillains have concocted (at least!) four great songs. I think I've overcome my addiction, but it's still day-to-day at this point. Awkwardly funny new wave jams that you could maybe dance to. If you go to their (still in development) website, you can download the whole thing for free, so hop to it!

As always, more to come! Happy Turkey!

Live From Fort Nightly

...where I post like it's my job! Of course, with all the funk-fakin' that's been going on around here lately, I need to pay heed to the important findings of a new scientific study:


So, assuming my existence hasn't been nullified, life is good. I went to Chicago with the homie DJ Ginsu, which was fun. His mysterious gig turned out to be an Ohmega Watts show, so that was rather ballin'. I'm DJing an art show Saturday night, so that should be interesting (and worthy of your attendance). Someday soon I will manage to write some sweet shit for ye olde donewaiting.com, but you might not want to hold your breath.

It has come to my attention that I have been caught unawares by some gaps in my all-encompassing knowledge of the music bubble in which I choose to live. So, I present to you:

Evidence That My Radar Might Be Broken
(or that the boys in research are asleep at the wheel)

1. The Luchagors played the High Five Sunday night!

Yes indeed folks, the revelrous tone of last night's Broin' Down 6: BROvember Rain at Ruby Tuesday was blindsided by a wave of incredulity when a young Mr. Jackson revealed that he had received an inside scoop: Lita (of WWE fame) and her Luchagors were playing in Columbus.......two nights earlier. Weak. The weekly High Five update probably went right into my spam, or I will receive it today, or some other helpful occurrence. Whatever though, because ALL IS NOT LOST!!! The Luchagors will swing back through Ohio in early December and are playing lovely Heath, OH on Monday, December 4th! A 45-minute drive? The night after Hall & Oates? I'm down, ballers! What up?

2. There's a new Rustic Overtones album?!?!?

So yeah, the only worthwhile band that Maine ever issued forth (I'm kidding, though I have no real evidence to the contrary) decided to reunite and record a new album! WITHOUT TELLING ME!!! A week ago, however, when perusing the myspace of one of their offshoots, I found mention of the Rustic Overtones triumphant return and finally scooped Light At The End off of iTunes on Monday night. And you know what? After about 1.3 listens, it's rather durn good! A pretty anti-war song? Check. A reinterpretation of a previous Overtones jam? Check. Horns? Check. Yeah, this WILL (by gum!) see a proper review at your favorite local music writin' post, so keep an eye out! And you know, if you get a hankerin' for a New England road trip to catch some RO action, holla atcha boy!

Well, I guess neither of these items are real tragedies, so maybe the radar is just a little rusty. The boys in research aren't great mechanics, so some outside consultation is likely in order. Have a nice Wednesday and pray that I write more soon.

I HAVE AN ADDENDUM

(this would have been a new post but I can't just leapfrog over the salutations of the Rustic Overtones nation!) Around midnight tonight (Weds into Thurs) at So What Wednesdays, I was about to go home. Then I told Detox about hearing "Hay" by Crucial Conflict in a Chicago bar and he told me that he was getting more requests for it and that he would play it for me. So I stayed ALL NIGHT. To no avail. Blueprint was DJing up a blue streak and held court until the end of the night. So Detox got him to play "Little Duffle Bag Boy" as a substitute. Really? Andy knows I enjoy that song, but it is NOT "Hay!" Disappointment. Next week is the one year anniversary of So What Wednesdays, so if he doesn't play it then, there will be hell toupee! Gotdamn homie! My mind's playing tricks on me.