3.30.2009
Design Change
Working On some New Things To Make This Blog More Visually Appealing. First Up Is The New Header. Hope To Put Somemore Things Up Soon.
Recasting.
Twilight Would Be The Best Movie If I Was Producing it. New Director, Tim Burton. First Real Casting Change. Instead of Really Bad Acting Main Character Girl, We Bring In Jennifer Connelly. Not Only Does she Have An Awesome Name, But She Is An Amazing Actor. Next We're Bringing Jared Leto Into The Mix So We Can Get A Requiem For A Dream Thing Going.
But Now For the Most Important Change would Be Neil Flynn As Bella's Dad. If you Dont Know Who Neil Flynn Is, He's Janitor. Google That Shit. As For Minor Changes. Creepy New Vampire to The Family Would be Jamie Kennedy, And Rachel Lee Cook Would Be The Vampire Sister And Scary Tracker Vampire Would Be Hugh Jackman Dressed Like Wolverine And Van Helsing.
Strictly Fitteds.
This Is A hat update from Strictly Fitteds:
Id rock that. This is the second edition of this cap. I wanted to original, but i swooped to late. but this one drops May 1st On Hellatight.
BTW: Jay-z Dropped his New Single today.
Id rock that. This is the second edition of this cap. I wanted to original, but i swooped to late. but this one drops May 1st On Hellatight.
BTW: Jay-z Dropped his New Single today.
3.29.2009
Who's Who On Youtube.
I was surfin the blogs and Kanye West posted a video of some guy using stop motion to film Ironman and Bruce Lee fighting, and i thought it was awesome. So i checked out the user who posted it, and found out this guy is amazing. Haha. He's the peanutbutter to my banana sandwhich.
His Name is Patrick Boivin. Subscribe Now.
Here's the Link to his channel: Here
EDIT::Suggest Playing BBoy Joker.
3.26.2009
Knock You Down.
I Don't Know How Old This Song Is, But I Checked it Out On Some Blog Today. This Goes To Show. Kanye Still Got It.
3.25.2009
We Are Lasers
So Lupe Fiasco Dropped This New Twitter Account A Little Bit Ago. And Apperently While I Was Out Today There Was a Live Stream Where He Dropped Some Album Info And The New Single "Shining Down". But XXLMag.com Posted Something About It.
"Lupe Fiasco announced last year that he was retiring from hip-hop after the release of his third disc, LupE.N.D. But now, according to his Twitter account, that project has been abandoned in place of an album titled ‘We Are Lasers.’
The album is just called Lasers, according to a rep for Lupe, who also confirms that the Twitter account is official. On Sunday (March 22), the Chicago MC wrote a message on his Twitter stating that the new project “comes from some repressed high school outcast shit…blended amidst ‘And He Gets The Girl’ ambitions.” He wrote that he’s been recording for roughly a week and is about 60% done. Also adding that he is producing some tracks this go-around and hopes to nab guest appearances from Bun B and Kid CuDi.
As for the pending retirement, Lupe confirmed that he’s still following through on those plans: “yeah I’m still retiring…”
No release date has been announced yet for Lasers, which is the follow-up to 2007’s The Cool."
The album is just called Lasers, according to a rep for Lupe, who also confirms that the Twitter account is official. On Sunday (March 22), the Chicago MC wrote a message on his Twitter stating that the new project “comes from some repressed high school outcast shit…blended amidst ‘And He Gets The Girl’ ambitions.” He wrote that he’s been recording for roughly a week and is about 60% done. Also adding that he is producing some tracks this go-around and hopes to nab guest appearances from Bun B and Kid CuDi.
As for the pending retirement, Lupe confirmed that he’s still following through on those plans: “yeah I’m still retiring…”
No release date has been announced yet for Lasers, which is the follow-up to 2007’s The Cool."
I Hope to See The album Drop Soon. I Heard a Rumor Saying June.
FNF Up.
3.23.2009
Asher Roth.
Asher Roth Interview on Joyengine.com from anthony hull on Vimeo.
This kid Asher Roth holds it down for hip hop. He's not the best rapper, but he's fresh. Asleep in the Bread Aisle Drops 4/20. Pick up a copy.
Fully Flared.
Heaven (Fully Flared Intro Video Remix)
by UNKLE_UK
So I was kickin' it online before school and i saw this on like 3-4 different blogs. I stopped to watch it eat time. This video is amazing. For those who get bored easily, i suggest fast forwarding it to the 2 minute line, just because it takes a long time to get set up.
Enjoy Everybody. Happy Blogging.
3.20.2009
3.19.2009
Radiohead
Just Thought I Should Share Where I Get My Ideas And Inspiration From. Take A Good Listen And Maybe You'll Get Inspired.
3.17.2009
Holy Wood: Chapter 10 By Marilyn Manson
The Following Is The Only Excerpt Released Of A Book Written By Marilyn Manson. The Book Is Entitled Holy Wood. Read And Dont Ask Questions. Enjoy...
It wasn't very difficult for Coma to find Adam's file that week. The casting storage room was like a mausoleum of never-to-bes and never-to-knows. The walls were lined with dusty stacks of half inch reel boxes filed by cut-out Polaroid faces on the bindings and larger b/w head shots on the lids. They were all marked REJECT AND HOLD. Everyone ended up here expecting to make it somewhere more special someday. No one ever did. Adam has no idea that as he sits in the torn remains of his trailer inappropriately dressed for Celebritarian purposes, Coma White is staring at his photo and listening to the sterile rendition of the song he wrote right here for her. It was only *happy* that her birthday meant that she was finally a legal Grey and free from this home. Even though she is incredibly smart, her idealism betrays her into thinking she would actually be allowed to leave here in any other way than a body bag. Outside her window, klieg lights and a red carpet draw crowds of celebrating birthday mongers and the long legs of paparazzi, climbing over one another for a shot of drama. FLASH! Something shifts now like a cheap film flashback. The sound is reduced to the dubbed down rattle of a projector's plastic speaker. The voices sneak out through tiny holes from the past and Coma is just a little girl crying into the camera's P.O.V. It is the President's Bell and Howard Zoomatic, and although a fine photographic instrument it provides a somewhat grainy resolution. Her tiny, nine-year-old body is drowning in a white gown and an over sized platinum blonde wig as she is dressed like a kiddy-porn Marilyn Monroe. The handle-held cinematography is nauseating at times as the beautiful little girl dances like an adult. "Sing," a voice off camera coaches her. "Sing for daddy." Her eyes are black waterfalls of mascara and her tiny nose drips down onto her her red smeared lips as she sings. "Happy birthday, Mr. President." "The gun, baby." He whispers. The camera focus is disturbed and the sound of Mr. White's pants unzipping becomes quite clear, although it's hard to tell now if it's on the projection or in the room this very moment. The sound of her voice struggles to stay in sync with the image. On the large screen in the President's private library, young Coma fellates the barrel of a shiny chrome revolver, gagging between syllables of Ha-ppy-Bir-day-to... The light from the projection reveals walls of film canisters where books might normally be. The President pinches a cigarette in one hand and his other has disappeared into the expensive cloth of his pants. Through a crack in the door Mrs. White watches jealousy. Her reddened eyes seem more inclined to violence then self-pity though. This seems to be a scene she has stumbled upon in one form or another for the last time. She turns away from the library and desperately searches her reflection in the halfway mirror for wrinkles or flaws. The 'mirror' is actually a video monitor in a frame that provides one with a more accurate assessment of one's looks, particularly on TV where it matters most. Mrs. White is no longer the fairest of them all. She grabs the phone sitting on the small stand beneath the TV monitor. "I need Child Safety here now! Do you hear me?" The voice on the other line responds calmly, "Mrs. White with all do respect, we've been through this several times before. The President has sole authority over Coma and--" She throws the phone against the wall and and runs to her room. Halfway down the hall she twists her ankle and splinters one of her high heels. This only makes her more determined. In the Presidential suite there are seperate beds on either side of the rom. On the wall between them hangs a pristine lithograph of the same Family portrait Adam has hanging in his trailer. Mrs. White nervously reaches into her night stand. There is a Bible amidst thousands of pills resting peacefully in thin orange child-proof cylindrical coffins. She considers how sweet it must be to be as a pill, to live in such empty solitude. Sleeping softly, waiting one day to be swallowed and then digested in burning stomach acids eating you away into nothing. She reaches for the bible instead, after all it is meant to answer any question and to solve any problem. She pulls it open and inside it is merely a hollow case containing a large black revolver. This is not a ritual handgun. This is simply used for killing. She picks it up with both hands and sits on the edge of her bed crying. * Coma's bandaged arm reaches to rewind the reel of Adam's song once again. ADAM. She reads the name. This makes him real to her. The music is crude but makes her feel not so alone. If there were scientists to provide a logical explanation, they might say it contained the 'golden means' through with the human brain is satisfied, creating a feeling of completeness. To Coma it just sounded like someone who might be able to see this world like she did. It drowns out the "Happy Birthday, Coma!" chants from outside her window. Her door is suddenly kicked in with half-assed drunken force and the President leans against the frame for support. He leers at Coma incoherently with a birthday cake in one hand. The candles make ugly shadows across his face. Coma tries to hide Adam's box and the music but her nightgown just comes open in the process. "What's that playing? That's not my song..." He loses his frame of thought for a moment staring at her pale exposed belly and thighs. "Are you too big to love daddy, now? You're all grown up my little princesss...let me see." He stumbles toward her and with his free hand begins to grope her breasts. She resists, for what seems like the first time, and rips open his silk shirt. What she sees beneath is more disgusting than his pathetic molestation. His almost translucent skin is varicose and wrinkled. On his shoulders and chest he wears prosthetic pads that are snapped onto his skin with tiny stainless steel fasteners to augment his youthful, healthy shape. The material his fake muscles are made of looks wet and gelatinous like raw chicken meat. He is too drunk to be embarrassed, so he tears away the rest of his clothes stumbling toward her with some sort of elastic garter that holds his veiny erection upright. The cake with her face painted on it, smears down his leg onto the floor. "Daddy, loves you. You know that's why we have to do this." As he reaces for her arm, she pulls away and grabs a six inch tall marble statue of her father from her desk. With all her strength and eighteen years of resentment she smashes his across the forehead with it, breaking the statue and splitting open a large horizontal gash above his brow. He falls, bleeding and covered in cake. The gaping wound seems to frown above his closed eyes. She drops the statue, even though she knows he's still alive. * In the hallway to Coma's bedroom Mrs. White walks slowly and decisively choking back her tears with one manicured hand, carrying the black pistol in the other. When she pokes open the door with the barrel of the gun, she sees her husband sobbing pathetically. He is clutching Coma's torn nightgown and his atrophied torso is covered in his own drying brown blood. The white sheets of her bed have caught fire from the spilled candles and the bed has begun to burn behind him. The bedroom draperies flutter from an open window. Coma is gone. It's quite obvious to Mrs. White what has happened as she enters the room. She grabs the gun with both shaky hands and points it at her husband. "Who's going to get it up for you now?" She shrieks, looking at his still hard phallus, pinched off with a strap like a tourniquet. It twitches grotesquely in time with the short burst of blood that pulse from his head wound. "Don't come crawling to me. I married a goddamn star! Look at you now. You're just a shell. I wasted myself on you." "Go ahead and shoot me," he taunts her, still sobbing. "I want you to. Then where would you be?" His crying is now a disgusted laughter. "You'd be nothing. You're old and worn out. You're ugly and it makes me feel dead just being near you. So do it!" She is shaking more now and her strand of confidence is snapping. She starts crying weakly and he laughs at her, wiping the blood and tears out of his eyes. "You're nothing, now you'll be less than nothing. Back to the ghetto for poor trash like you." She stops the sound coming from her mouth abruptly with this realization. She opens her chapped, red lips into the shape of an 'o' and sticks the barrel in her mouth. "You'll be worthless in hell too." She pulls the trigger and fires. Her head explodes onto the perfect white walls. If the President had a frame of reference he would consider her blood splatter to be completely artless even by Jackson Pollack's standards. Westmoreland and a few other secret service men arrive shortly after the gunfire. He seems more panicked than usual considering he has a neurotic personality to begin with. Valentine has accused him of being a homosexual but likes keeping him in charge because he's easy to push around. Today is no exception. When Valentine arrives seconds later, he shoves Westmoreland out of the way and start ascertaining the situation. Valentine and Westmoreland ignore the fire and Mrs. White's corpse--the other mindless suits handle that--and they go directly to Coma's desk. Adam's reel is still spinning, although the tape has run out. Valentine notices the face on the box but doesn't bother to fill in his questionably gay counterpart out of sheer disrespect and possible plans for manipulation that could always arise for his own benefit. He stops the tape and puts it back in the box. "What's the story here?" Westmoreland asks. He's not exactly stupid but not nearly as attentive as Valentine. "Looks like daddy's little girl is taking this rebellion bullshit a little too far. How the fuck did she get this?" He shoves it in Westmoreland's face. "That's your job--security, you idiot. We don't need people hearing this. We give them one song. One leader. One path--Obey and consume." Westmoreland looks over at the faceless body and the smoldering bed. "Well, what do we do about her?" "Simple. Rebellious punk. Listening to some--what is this shit--some teenage music. She gets all fucked up over it." he's exaggeration, almost performing as he says this. "Kills mommy and runs away. Perfect. Classic even." "I'll find this one." Westmoreland says, grabbing the tape. "Let me keep this for now." Valentine doesn't give it up. "Go do whatever you do." Valentine walks over to the President and cleans him up like a baby with one of Coma's pink monogrammed towels. "Listen, your rating's always go up during a punk panic. Play the grieving widower. Grief is good, they love grief." He gives the President a pill. "Leave this to me. I'll get you a new daughter, the co-star you deserve." "A pretty one?" he asks childishly. The next day Mrs. White's funeral is held on a renovated motion picture lot still equipped with essential sound and lighting effects required for such a tragedy-inspiring media drama. This place is called the Holy Wood Memorial Cemetary and everyone is in attendance. The President wears his best mask of grief--Academy Award winning, in fact. He even adds a drop of glycerin to his eye before his eulogy. The best make-up artists available concealed his gash perfectly but a few more hours in the sun and it will get as the Gaelic say "Kennedy," which means, of course, ugly or wounded head. Valentine cues, Infanta, the President's new daughter and she gives her best 9 year old salute as Mrs. White's coffin is lowered into an ersatz earth soundstage. After the ceremony, Valentine approaches the President. Grief, everyone. Despair. Flash. "We're going to need him to really take care of this little Coma situation." Valentine says matter-of-factly. "Bomface?" Valentine nods. "He's such a fucking zealot. Do we have to resort to that?" "That's just it. Religion is the best way to make people hate. And hate is what we need." Valentine makes sure no one is looking and grins, patting the President on the back. "Hate sells."
It wasn't very difficult for Coma to find Adam's file that week. The casting storage room was like a mausoleum of never-to-bes and never-to-knows. The walls were lined with dusty stacks of half inch reel boxes filed by cut-out Polaroid faces on the bindings and larger b/w head shots on the lids. They were all marked REJECT AND HOLD. Everyone ended up here expecting to make it somewhere more special someday. No one ever did. Adam has no idea that as he sits in the torn remains of his trailer inappropriately dressed for Celebritarian purposes, Coma White is staring at his photo and listening to the sterile rendition of the song he wrote right here for her. It was only *happy* that her birthday meant that she was finally a legal Grey and free from this home. Even though she is incredibly smart, her idealism betrays her into thinking she would actually be allowed to leave here in any other way than a body bag. Outside her window, klieg lights and a red carpet draw crowds of celebrating birthday mongers and the long legs of paparazzi, climbing over one another for a shot of drama. FLASH! Something shifts now like a cheap film flashback. The sound is reduced to the dubbed down rattle of a projector's plastic speaker. The voices sneak out through tiny holes from the past and Coma is just a little girl crying into the camera's P.O.V. It is the President's Bell and Howard Zoomatic, and although a fine photographic instrument it provides a somewhat grainy resolution. Her tiny, nine-year-old body is drowning in a white gown and an over sized platinum blonde wig as she is dressed like a kiddy-porn Marilyn Monroe. The handle-held cinematography is nauseating at times as the beautiful little girl dances like an adult. "Sing," a voice off camera coaches her. "Sing for daddy." Her eyes are black waterfalls of mascara and her tiny nose drips down onto her her red smeared lips as she sings. "Happy birthday, Mr. President." "The gun, baby." He whispers. The camera focus is disturbed and the sound of Mr. White's pants unzipping becomes quite clear, although it's hard to tell now if it's on the projection or in the room this very moment. The sound of her voice struggles to stay in sync with the image. On the large screen in the President's private library, young Coma fellates the barrel of a shiny chrome revolver, gagging between syllables of Ha-ppy-Bir-day-to... The light from the projection reveals walls of film canisters where books might normally be. The President pinches a cigarette in one hand and his other has disappeared into the expensive cloth of his pants. Through a crack in the door Mrs. White watches jealousy. Her reddened eyes seem more inclined to violence then self-pity though. This seems to be a scene she has stumbled upon in one form or another for the last time. She turns away from the library and desperately searches her reflection in the halfway mirror for wrinkles or flaws. The 'mirror' is actually a video monitor in a frame that provides one with a more accurate assessment of one's looks, particularly on TV where it matters most. Mrs. White is no longer the fairest of them all. She grabs the phone sitting on the small stand beneath the TV monitor. "I need Child Safety here now! Do you hear me?" The voice on the other line responds calmly, "Mrs. White with all do respect, we've been through this several times before. The President has sole authority over Coma and--" She throws the phone against the wall and and runs to her room. Halfway down the hall she twists her ankle and splinters one of her high heels. This only makes her more determined. In the Presidential suite there are seperate beds on either side of the rom. On the wall between them hangs a pristine lithograph of the same Family portrait Adam has hanging in his trailer. Mrs. White nervously reaches into her night stand. There is a Bible amidst thousands of pills resting peacefully in thin orange child-proof cylindrical coffins. She considers how sweet it must be to be as a pill, to live in such empty solitude. Sleeping softly, waiting one day to be swallowed and then digested in burning stomach acids eating you away into nothing. She reaches for the bible instead, after all it is meant to answer any question and to solve any problem. She pulls it open and inside it is merely a hollow case containing a large black revolver. This is not a ritual handgun. This is simply used for killing. She picks it up with both hands and sits on the edge of her bed crying. * Coma's bandaged arm reaches to rewind the reel of Adam's song once again. ADAM. She reads the name. This makes him real to her. The music is crude but makes her feel not so alone. If there were scientists to provide a logical explanation, they might say it contained the 'golden means' through with the human brain is satisfied, creating a feeling of completeness. To Coma it just sounded like someone who might be able to see this world like she did. It drowns out the "Happy Birthday, Coma!" chants from outside her window. Her door is suddenly kicked in with half-assed drunken force and the President leans against the frame for support. He leers at Coma incoherently with a birthday cake in one hand. The candles make ugly shadows across his face. Coma tries to hide Adam's box and the music but her nightgown just comes open in the process. "What's that playing? That's not my song..." He loses his frame of thought for a moment staring at her pale exposed belly and thighs. "Are you too big to love daddy, now? You're all grown up my little princesss...let me see." He stumbles toward her and with his free hand begins to grope her breasts. She resists, for what seems like the first time, and rips open his silk shirt. What she sees beneath is more disgusting than his pathetic molestation. His almost translucent skin is varicose and wrinkled. On his shoulders and chest he wears prosthetic pads that are snapped onto his skin with tiny stainless steel fasteners to augment his youthful, healthy shape. The material his fake muscles are made of looks wet and gelatinous like raw chicken meat. He is too drunk to be embarrassed, so he tears away the rest of his clothes stumbling toward her with some sort of elastic garter that holds his veiny erection upright. The cake with her face painted on it, smears down his leg onto the floor. "Daddy, loves you. You know that's why we have to do this." As he reaces for her arm, she pulls away and grabs a six inch tall marble statue of her father from her desk. With all her strength and eighteen years of resentment she smashes his across the forehead with it, breaking the statue and splitting open a large horizontal gash above his brow. He falls, bleeding and covered in cake. The gaping wound seems to frown above his closed eyes. She drops the statue, even though she knows he's still alive. * In the hallway to Coma's bedroom Mrs. White walks slowly and decisively choking back her tears with one manicured hand, carrying the black pistol in the other. When she pokes open the door with the barrel of the gun, she sees her husband sobbing pathetically. He is clutching Coma's torn nightgown and his atrophied torso is covered in his own drying brown blood. The white sheets of her bed have caught fire from the spilled candles and the bed has begun to burn behind him. The bedroom draperies flutter from an open window. Coma is gone. It's quite obvious to Mrs. White what has happened as she enters the room. She grabs the gun with both shaky hands and points it at her husband. "Who's going to get it up for you now?" She shrieks, looking at his still hard phallus, pinched off with a strap like a tourniquet. It twitches grotesquely in time with the short burst of blood that pulse from his head wound. "Don't come crawling to me. I married a goddamn star! Look at you now. You're just a shell. I wasted myself on you." "Go ahead and shoot me," he taunts her, still sobbing. "I want you to. Then where would you be?" His crying is now a disgusted laughter. "You'd be nothing. You're old and worn out. You're ugly and it makes me feel dead just being near you. So do it!" She is shaking more now and her strand of confidence is snapping. She starts crying weakly and he laughs at her, wiping the blood and tears out of his eyes. "You're nothing, now you'll be less than nothing. Back to the ghetto for poor trash like you." She stops the sound coming from her mouth abruptly with this realization. She opens her chapped, red lips into the shape of an 'o' and sticks the barrel in her mouth. "You'll be worthless in hell too." She pulls the trigger and fires. Her head explodes onto the perfect white walls. If the President had a frame of reference he would consider her blood splatter to be completely artless even by Jackson Pollack's standards. Westmoreland and a few other secret service men arrive shortly after the gunfire. He seems more panicked than usual considering he has a neurotic personality to begin with. Valentine has accused him of being a homosexual but likes keeping him in charge because he's easy to push around. Today is no exception. When Valentine arrives seconds later, he shoves Westmoreland out of the way and start ascertaining the situation. Valentine and Westmoreland ignore the fire and Mrs. White's corpse--the other mindless suits handle that--and they go directly to Coma's desk. Adam's reel is still spinning, although the tape has run out. Valentine notices the face on the box but doesn't bother to fill in his questionably gay counterpart out of sheer disrespect and possible plans for manipulation that could always arise for his own benefit. He stops the tape and puts it back in the box. "What's the story here?" Westmoreland asks. He's not exactly stupid but not nearly as attentive as Valentine. "Looks like daddy's little girl is taking this rebellion bullshit a little too far. How the fuck did she get this?" He shoves it in Westmoreland's face. "That's your job--security, you idiot. We don't need people hearing this. We give them one song. One leader. One path--Obey and consume." Westmoreland looks over at the faceless body and the smoldering bed. "Well, what do we do about her?" "Simple. Rebellious punk. Listening to some--what is this shit--some teenage music. She gets all fucked up over it." he's exaggeration, almost performing as he says this. "Kills mommy and runs away. Perfect. Classic even." "I'll find this one." Westmoreland says, grabbing the tape. "Let me keep this for now." Valentine doesn't give it up. "Go do whatever you do." Valentine walks over to the President and cleans him up like a baby with one of Coma's pink monogrammed towels. "Listen, your rating's always go up during a punk panic. Play the grieving widower. Grief is good, they love grief." He gives the President a pill. "Leave this to me. I'll get you a new daughter, the co-star you deserve." "A pretty one?" he asks childishly. The next day Mrs. White's funeral is held on a renovated motion picture lot still equipped with essential sound and lighting effects required for such a tragedy-inspiring media drama. This place is called the Holy Wood Memorial Cemetary and everyone is in attendance. The President wears his best mask of grief--Academy Award winning, in fact. He even adds a drop of glycerin to his eye before his eulogy. The best make-up artists available concealed his gash perfectly but a few more hours in the sun and it will get as the Gaelic say "Kennedy," which means, of course, ugly or wounded head. Valentine cues, Infanta, the President's new daughter and she gives her best 9 year old salute as Mrs. White's coffin is lowered into an ersatz earth soundstage. After the ceremony, Valentine approaches the President. Grief, everyone. Despair. Flash. "We're going to need him to really take care of this little Coma situation." Valentine says matter-of-factly. "Bomface?" Valentine nods. "He's such a fucking zealot. Do we have to resort to that?" "That's just it. Religion is the best way to make people hate. And hate is what we need." Valentine makes sure no one is looking and grins, patting the President on the back. "Hate sells."
Links.
Didn't Have Much Time To Search The Internet Today, But When I Had The Chance I Stumbled Across A Few Things:
This First Link is A New Coca-Cola Ad. Its From A Lupe Fiasco Blog (Although Lupe Isn't On The Track) It Features Cee-Lo Green, Patrick Stump, Brendon Urie , Travis McCoy, And Janelle Monae. LINK HERE
The Next Link Is A Video Of Layla Kayleigh Saying GoodBye On AOTS's The Feed. This Was Her Last Report. Some Of You May Know Her From ABDC, But I've Been Watching Her For 2-3 Years On Attack Of The Show, So This Was Emotional For Me. Its Kinda Like When One Tree Hill Had Its Last Good Episode, Now They Just Air Shit. LINK HERE
The Next Link Is To Another Blog Run By An Artist Called S-Preme. I've Stumbled Across His Music Awhile Ago And Subscribed To His Blog, Because His Track Clear, Holds Me Down. His Posted 2 Pictures Relating To The Long Awaited Live Action Alice In Wonderland Movie Directed By Tim Burton. I For One Wanted Marilyn Manson To Release His, Entitled Living In Neon Dreams, But I Lost Track Of That. Well Here's The Link. LINK HERE
Until Next Time, Happy Blogging.
This First Link is A New Coca-Cola Ad. Its From A Lupe Fiasco Blog (Although Lupe Isn't On The Track) It Features Cee-Lo Green, Patrick Stump, Brendon Urie , Travis McCoy, And Janelle Monae. LINK HERE
The Next Link Is A Video Of Layla Kayleigh Saying GoodBye On AOTS's The Feed. This Was Her Last Report. Some Of You May Know Her From ABDC, But I've Been Watching Her For 2-3 Years On Attack Of The Show, So This Was Emotional For Me. Its Kinda Like When One Tree Hill Had Its Last Good Episode, Now They Just Air Shit. LINK HERE
The Next Link Is To Another Blog Run By An Artist Called S-Preme. I've Stumbled Across His Music Awhile Ago And Subscribed To His Blog, Because His Track Clear, Holds Me Down. His Posted 2 Pictures Relating To The Long Awaited Live Action Alice In Wonderland Movie Directed By Tim Burton. I For One Wanted Marilyn Manson To Release His, Entitled Living In Neon Dreams, But I Lost Track Of That. Well Here's The Link. LINK HERE
Until Next Time, Happy Blogging.
3.15.2009
3.14.2009
Tier Artists
I've been online for a bit today, and the sites i hit up are all talking about there favorite rappers. People saying "2Pac is the greatest rapper ever!" Yeah, dropping thirty albums in your lifetime doesn't mean your a great rapper. How many hits you got off those albums? Well the point of this post is to tell you my favorite rappers, i'm not saying they're the best, Because i think there is no way to determine that. Is there an equation for that? I'll even tell you why i like them so you can debate this with me when you have the time.
Favorite Hip-Hop Artists (No Real Order, But Ill Try To Keep In Order As Best As I Can. ):
1.I'll Start This Off With [KANYE WEST]. If You Heard College Dropout You Know What Im Talking About. And Even After That His Style Kinda Declined, But You Can Tell He's Not Even Trying Anymore. But As Soon As He Tries To Get A Hitter, Its Golden. If You Want To Say Other Wise, Refer To "Never Let You Down", "All Falls Down" , "Jesus Walks", And "Family Business" And Even In Later Albums, "Good Life", And the Symoblism In "Flashing Lights". If You Can Hit Anything Like Those Hits, Talk To Me.
2. [JAY-Z] Lets Face It, "Girls, Girls, Girls" Was Your Song. "H To The Izzo" Gets You Dancing, Or Singing The Chorus. And There's No Denying 'Collision Course' Hit Harder Then Chris Brown. His Spit In 'Diamonds' Killed It. "Roc Boys (And The Winner Is)" Hits. And Tell Me Why All Good CD Collections Got A Bootleg Of "The Grey Album"?
3. [LUPE FIASCO] A Man Who Needs No Introduction. From His Freestyles To His Albums, Mixtapes, Live Performances. All Golden. He Can Keep It Cool In "Coulda Been" Or Go Hard With His Gadget Flow. He Can Convay A Story Of Characters Like 'The Cool', 'The Street', And 'The Game' Through His Vivid Lyrics. He Deserves The Title As, The Coolest Nigga, What?
4. [NOTORIOUS B.I.G.] Two Albums Got Him As Big As 2pac. Just Two. What You Got On That? Juciy? Notorious Thug? Mo Money Mo Problems? Hypnotize? 1970 Something? Yeah 2pac Got Changes, And That Was A Hitter. But What You Got On Those Hits? Now All We Need To Know Is, Where The Party At? And Can i Bring By Gat?
5. Where The Weezy At? If You Guys Don't Think [LIL' WAYNE] Is Good, You Guys Missed Out On Like 5 Mixtapes, And Two Albums. Yeah He Reuses Lines, But Who Else Can Pull That Off And Make That Much Money? A Million Albums In A Week? What You Got On That? From Songs Like "Tie My Hands" And "Get To Comfortable" To "Rapper Eater" "Ask Them Hoes" And "Best Rapper Alive". Not To Mention His Infinite Amount Of Freestyles. Noone Can Compare To His Clever And Witty Spits Or His Deep, Emotional Songs And Peoms. If You Guys Think Lil' Wayne Killed Hip Hop. Do Your Research.
6. If We're Talking About Hip Hop I Gotta Throw Down The Name That Got Me Into Hip Hop. [SLUG From Atmosphere] Theres Music, Then Theres Good Music, Then Theres Atmosphere. It Takes Music To A New Level For Me. "Overcast!" To "When Life Gives You Lemons..." The Music Is Amazing. Songs Like "God's Bathroom Floor" "God Loves Ugly" "Vampires". Take Your Pick At Any Song On The "GodLovesUgly" CD. Atmosphere Is Pure Gold. And What You Got On The Worlds Longest Freestyle Record. Trying To Freestyle Against Him Is Like Trying To Beat Ann Frank In Hide And Seek.
7. [IMMORTAL TECHNIQUE] Holds Me Down All Day. If Yours Talking About Political Rappers, You Have To Bring This Guy Up. Complex, And Elegent. This Guy Is the Smartest Rapper Alive. Stomping On Anything In His Way. Rap And Hip Hop In Its Raw, True Form.
8. I Actually Never Really Listened To [NAS] Until I Listened To 'Lupe Fiasco's It Was Written', And He Said "It Was Written" Was His Favorite Album. Since Lupe Is One Of My Favorite Rappers, I Took His Advice And Listened To It. And Its Easily One Of The Best Albums I've Ever Heard. "Street Dreams" And "If I Ruled The World" Completely Made The Album For Me. This Guy Is Hotter Then Dylon. And Everyone Knows, Dylon Spits Hot Fire. All Thats Left To Say Is, It Was Written.
I Didnt Think I Would Make It This Far, Seeing As Good Music Is Hard To Find Now-A-Days. Seeing As Im Running Short On Time (This Blog Took Longer Then I Thought.) 9. And 10. Well Be My Honorable Mention Section. Alot Of artist Are Amazing, But I Don't Listen To Them As Much As The Other 8 Mentioned.
9. & 10.
-Mickey Rocks Of Cool Kids
-Mos Def
-Talib Kwali
-Dyme Def
-Charlie Tuna
-Too Short
-Eminem
-Dr.Dre
-LL Cool J
-2Pac
-Kid Kudi
-Twista
-Common
Favorite Hip-Hop Artists (No Real Order, But Ill Try To Keep In Order As Best As I Can. ):
1.I'll Start This Off With [KANYE WEST]. If You Heard College Dropout You Know What Im Talking About. And Even After That His Style Kinda Declined, But You Can Tell He's Not Even Trying Anymore. But As Soon As He Tries To Get A Hitter, Its Golden. If You Want To Say Other Wise, Refer To "Never Let You Down", "All Falls Down" , "Jesus Walks", And "Family Business" And Even In Later Albums, "Good Life", And the Symoblism In "Flashing Lights". If You Can Hit Anything Like Those Hits, Talk To Me.
2. [JAY-Z] Lets Face It, "Girls, Girls, Girls" Was Your Song. "H To The Izzo" Gets You Dancing, Or Singing The Chorus. And There's No Denying 'Collision Course' Hit Harder Then Chris Brown. His Spit In 'Diamonds' Killed It. "Roc Boys (And The Winner Is)" Hits. And Tell Me Why All Good CD Collections Got A Bootleg Of "The Grey Album"?
3. [LUPE FIASCO] A Man Who Needs No Introduction. From His Freestyles To His Albums, Mixtapes, Live Performances. All Golden. He Can Keep It Cool In "Coulda Been" Or Go Hard With His Gadget Flow. He Can Convay A Story Of Characters Like 'The Cool', 'The Street', And 'The Game' Through His Vivid Lyrics. He Deserves The Title As, The Coolest Nigga, What?
4. [NOTORIOUS B.I.G.] Two Albums Got Him As Big As 2pac. Just Two. What You Got On That? Juciy? Notorious Thug? Mo Money Mo Problems? Hypnotize? 1970 Something? Yeah 2pac Got Changes, And That Was A Hitter. But What You Got On Those Hits? Now All We Need To Know Is, Where The Party At? And Can i Bring By Gat?
5. Where The Weezy At? If You Guys Don't Think [LIL' WAYNE] Is Good, You Guys Missed Out On Like 5 Mixtapes, And Two Albums. Yeah He Reuses Lines, But Who Else Can Pull That Off And Make That Much Money? A Million Albums In A Week? What You Got On That? From Songs Like "Tie My Hands" And "Get To Comfortable" To "Rapper Eater" "Ask Them Hoes" And "Best Rapper Alive". Not To Mention His Infinite Amount Of Freestyles. Noone Can Compare To His Clever And Witty Spits Or His Deep, Emotional Songs And Peoms. If You Guys Think Lil' Wayne Killed Hip Hop. Do Your Research.
6. If We're Talking About Hip Hop I Gotta Throw Down The Name That Got Me Into Hip Hop. [SLUG From Atmosphere] Theres Music, Then Theres Good Music, Then Theres Atmosphere. It Takes Music To A New Level For Me. "Overcast!" To "When Life Gives You Lemons..." The Music Is Amazing. Songs Like "God's Bathroom Floor" "God Loves Ugly" "Vampires". Take Your Pick At Any Song On The "GodLovesUgly" CD. Atmosphere Is Pure Gold. And What You Got On The Worlds Longest Freestyle Record. Trying To Freestyle Against Him Is Like Trying To Beat Ann Frank In Hide And Seek.
7. [IMMORTAL TECHNIQUE] Holds Me Down All Day. If Yours Talking About Political Rappers, You Have To Bring This Guy Up. Complex, And Elegent. This Guy Is the Smartest Rapper Alive. Stomping On Anything In His Way. Rap And Hip Hop In Its Raw, True Form.
8. I Actually Never Really Listened To [NAS] Until I Listened To 'Lupe Fiasco's It Was Written', And He Said "It Was Written" Was His Favorite Album. Since Lupe Is One Of My Favorite Rappers, I Took His Advice And Listened To It. And Its Easily One Of The Best Albums I've Ever Heard. "Street Dreams" And "If I Ruled The World" Completely Made The Album For Me. This Guy Is Hotter Then Dylon. And Everyone Knows, Dylon Spits Hot Fire. All Thats Left To Say Is, It Was Written.
I Didnt Think I Would Make It This Far, Seeing As Good Music Is Hard To Find Now-A-Days. Seeing As Im Running Short On Time (This Blog Took Longer Then I Thought.) 9. And 10. Well Be My Honorable Mention Section. Alot Of artist Are Amazing, But I Don't Listen To Them As Much As The Other 8 Mentioned.
9. & 10.
-Mickey Rocks Of Cool Kids
-Mos Def
-Talib Kwali
-Dyme Def
-Charlie Tuna
-Too Short
-Eminem
-Dr.Dre
-LL Cool J
-2Pac
-Kid Kudi
-Twista
-Common
Child.Rebel.Soldier
I'm Not Gonna Say Much, Because The Information Hasn't Dropped Yet, But I Will Say C.R.S. All Day.
All I Know Is, Rebel Music Coming Soon. Check Out The LUPE.N.D Blog.
3.12.2009
Pandora's Babies.
Sorry If I Scared The Kids, I Just Wanted To Open Up With The Best Halloween Costume EVER!Now, On To My Next Subject. Pandora Radio. So If You Don't Know What Pandora Radio Is, Its An Website That Generates Radio Stations That Play Songs Similar To An Artist Or Song You Type In. This Week Along I Probably Opened Up Like 5 New Stations. I Was Just Wondering If Anyone Has An Account, Because I'd Love To Send You A Station And Have You Listen To What Im Listening To. I Enjoy This Site So Much, Im Thinking Of Making It My New Homepage.
Finally, My Shirts Are Out, Ive Been Selling Some, But I Need Everyone's Help To Get This Started. Email Me, Or Visit One Of The Links On The Side Of The Page If You Want One. Thanks Everyone For The Support.
Post Script:
I Just Made A Twitter, You Should Follow Me. Link Will Be Put Up Shortly.
3.09.2009
Strictly Fitted
Who Wants To Find Me One Of Those USSR Hats.
Oh, BTW, Shirts Just Dropped On My Door Step.
3.07.2009
Who's Watching Us?
So I Waited In A 3 Hour Line To See The Midnight Showing Of The Watchmen. I Haven't Read The Comic Book Yet, But Its On My To-Do List. From The Wat The Movie Was Shot You Could Clearly Tell Zack Snyder Did What He Did For 300 For This One, Which Is Go With The Comic Book Panels As You Can. Some Shots, Like The Comedians Button Lying In A Pool Of Blood Or Rorschach Breaking Open A Door Are Clearly Either Taken From The Actual Comic Or Heavely Take Influence From One.
I Read Many Of Comic Books In My Time, But The Watchmen Puts A New Spin On The Term 'Superhero.' From The Way The Comedian Interacts With People To The Way Rorscach Goes About His Life, These Watchmen Create A League Of There Own. Even The Back Stories Are Ridiculous. 2 Generations Of Heroes? Alternate Reagen Reality? Having Characters Like Mrs. Jupiter And Dr. Manhattan Help Add A Little More Swag To The Wierdness.
The Lighting Throughout The Movie Was Amazing, But Really No Surprise There. The Effects On The Other Hand Were Mind Blowing. Dr.Manhattan Himself Was A Work of Art. And His Station On Mars Was Spectacular. The Always Changing Splatters On Rorscachs Mask Was Pretty Awesome Too.
All-In-All The Movie Was Great. Well Worth The Wait In Line, And The Longer Film Runtime.
I Highly Reccomend You Watch The Movie.
I Read Many Of Comic Books In My Time, But The Watchmen Puts A New Spin On The Term 'Superhero.' From The Way The Comedian Interacts With People To The Way Rorscach Goes About His Life, These Watchmen Create A League Of There Own. Even The Back Stories Are Ridiculous. 2 Generations Of Heroes? Alternate Reagen Reality? Having Characters Like Mrs. Jupiter And Dr. Manhattan Help Add A Little More Swag To The Wierdness.
The Lighting Throughout The Movie Was Amazing, But Really No Surprise There. The Effects On The Other Hand Were Mind Blowing. Dr.Manhattan Himself Was A Work of Art. And His Station On Mars Was Spectacular. The Always Changing Splatters On Rorscachs Mask Was Pretty Awesome Too.
All-In-All The Movie Was Great. Well Worth The Wait In Line, And The Longer Film Runtime.
I Highly Reccomend You Watch The Movie.
The Voyage Of The Damn Setbacks
Well Well Well Fed Ex. Time To Fight Again. Today The First Batch Of Sidistic Shirts Were Supposed To Arrive But Didn't. This Opens Up Round 2 Of Fed Ex Vs Fed Rex. Round One Was More of A Cold War. A Cold, Silent War That Started When Fed Ex Didnt Ship My Megaman Battle Network Game. Now That I Am Of Age To Slaughter People, Fed Ex Is Getting My Full Wrath! This Further Fuels My Hate For Ordering Things Online. I've Never Trusted Pay First Recieve Later.
3.05.2009
Strictly Fitteds
Atmosphere And Estate LA's New Hat. Picture Taken From StrictlyFitteds.comAlso Be On The Look Out For My New Shirt Coming Hopefully Tomorrow.
Sidistic Shirts! Add Me On Myspace And Facebook. Links On The Side of The Blog.
Punk Goes Pop Vol.2
So, Lets Hear It For The Breakdowns. I Know The Title of The Album Is Punk Goes Pop, But Its More Like, Moderatly Hardcore, Hardcore, Rock Pop Goes Pop-ier Vol.2. Well If You Guys Aren't Up-To-Date On the 'Punk Goes...' Series, Its A Compilation CD With Band Doing Covers Of Other Songs. Its Good, Fun, Clean, And Good Clean Fun. Well This TrackList is Really Good This Time, Although They Usually Have Decent Tracklists. Check It Out:
1. Alesana- "What Goes Around..." (Justin Timberlake)
2. Silverstein- "Apologize" (One Republic)
3. August Burns Red- "...Baby One More Time" (Britney Spears)
4. Mayday Parade- "When I Grow Up" (Pussycat Dolls)
5. A Day to Remember- "Over My Head (Cable Car)" (The Fray)
6. Escape the Fate- "Smooth" (Santana feat. Rob Thomas)
7. There For Tomorrow- "Ice Box" (Omarion)
8. Chiodos- "Flagpole Sitta" (Harvey Danger)
9. Bayside- "Beautiful Girls" (Sean Kingston)
10. Breathe Carolina- "See You Again" (Miley Cyrus)
11. The Cab- "Disturbia" (Rihanna)
12. A Static Lullaby- "Toxic" (Britney Spears)
13. Four Year Strong- "Love Song" (Sara Bareilles)
14. Attack Attack!- "I Kissed a Girl" (Katy Perry)
With The Exception Of Katy Perry And The Pussycat Dolls, This Playlist Is Awesome. You Can Stream The CD On MTV's Leak Right Now. Its Also On Myspace. You Should Check it Out. Along With The Other 'Punk Goes...' Titles. The CD Is Out On 3.10.09.
I've Listened To It A Few Times On MTV.com And By Far Flagpole Sitta Is My Favorite Track. I Also Liked The Breakdown On The Fray Cover, And Silverstein's One Republic Cover Is Awesome. It Puts A Good Spin On An Already Great Song. I Was Looking Forward To The Bayside Cover, But It Let Me Down A Little. The Miley Cirus Cover Is Pretty Good To. But The Cover Of Smooth On This Compilation Is Amazing. Just More Reasons To Buy This CD. SUPPORT FEARLESS RECORDS!
I'm Just Waiting On Punk Goes Crunk Vol.2.
2. Silverstein- "Apologize" (One Republic)
3. August Burns Red- "...Baby One More Time" (Britney Spears)
4. Mayday Parade- "When I Grow Up" (Pussycat Dolls)
5. A Day to Remember- "Over My Head (Cable Car)" (The Fray)
6. Escape the Fate- "Smooth" (Santana feat. Rob Thomas)
7. There For Tomorrow- "Ice Box" (Omarion)
8. Chiodos- "Flagpole Sitta" (Harvey Danger)
9. Bayside- "Beautiful Girls" (Sean Kingston)
10. Breathe Carolina- "See You Again" (Miley Cyrus)
11. The Cab- "Disturbia" (Rihanna)
12. A Static Lullaby- "Toxic" (Britney Spears)
13. Four Year Strong- "Love Song" (Sara Bareilles)
14. Attack Attack!- "I Kissed a Girl" (Katy Perry)
With The Exception Of Katy Perry And The Pussycat Dolls, This Playlist Is Awesome. You Can Stream The CD On MTV's Leak Right Now. Its Also On Myspace. You Should Check it Out. Along With The Other 'Punk Goes...' Titles. The CD Is Out On 3.10.09.
I've Listened To It A Few Times On MTV.com And By Far Flagpole Sitta Is My Favorite Track. I Also Liked The Breakdown On The Fray Cover, And Silverstein's One Republic Cover Is Awesome. It Puts A Good Spin On An Already Great Song. I Was Looking Forward To The Bayside Cover, But It Let Me Down A Little. The Miley Cirus Cover Is Pretty Good To. But The Cover Of Smooth On This Compilation Is Amazing. Just More Reasons To Buy This CD. SUPPORT FEARLESS RECORDS!
I'm Just Waiting On Punk Goes Crunk Vol.2.
3.04.2009
Music From The Movies
Alright You Guys, Ive Been Searching The Internets Highs And Lows Looking For A Song. I Have The Name Of The Song, And I Know Where its From, But The Song Is Nowhere To Be Found. The Song Is Called Street Fighter By Ace Hood From The Legend Of Chun-Li. Ace Hood Did A Couple Songs For The Soundtrack Im Guessing, One Being The Song Im Searching For And The Other Was Get 'em. But I Dont Really Care For The Others. If Anyone Can Find This Song PLEASE Let Me Know Where It Is. But I Did Stumble Across Two Nice Songs In My Search. One Being "Chun-Li's Spinning Bird Kick" By The Artic Monkeys, And The Other Being This One...
Happy Hunting. Keep Me Updated.
3.03.2009
So Amazing.
So Im Kind Of Late Two, Three Days. But Ive Recently Seen VH1's Storyteller: Kanye West. And Its Amazing. From His Graduation Singles In 808 Beats, Or His Ability To Speak His Mind While Singing His Songs, But Its Great. He Also Gives You Some Lines That Weren't On The CD. Like An Extra Line In Robocop, And His Thoughts While Writting Some Parts Of His Songs. I Liked Alot Of The Information He Sang Inbetween Songs. I Was Kind Of Upset That There Was No Featuring Artists, And No Songs From College DropOut. But It Looked Like An Incredible Live Performance.
Ive Wanted To See Kanye West For So Long, And This Is A Really Good Way To Watch it Without Paying Sixty Bucks A Ticket. The Most Notable Thing About This Performance Had To Be The 808's Mix Of 'Good Life'. The Lack Of T-Pain Was Great And The Drum Beats Were Amazing. It Flowed Well And The Performance Was Spectacular.
"I'm So Disappointed That I Can Not See Me Perform..."
"My Greatest Pain In Life Is That I Can Not See Me Perform..."
Funniest Things I've Ever Heard.
Oh Kanye, You Cocky Son Of A Bitch. I Love This Guy.
VH1 Storytellers: Kanye West
3.01.2009
Sunday Mornings
So Today I Watched Three Movies: Requiem For a Dream, Don't Mess With The Zohan, And Live Free Die Hard. So Ive Been Requiem Before, And It Wasn't As Good This Time, Because The Computer Was Being Very Slow, But I Think That Might be My Internets Fault. But If You Haven't Seen It, Its About 3 People With A Plan To Make Some Money And A Mom Who Is Told She Is Going To Be On TV. They All End Up Turning Into Drug Addicts. Awesome Camera Work And Editing Style. Really Nice Lighing And Shot Work. Amazing Story.
The Next Movie, Don't Mess With The Zohan Was Funny, Only Because It Was So Bad. I Think Because It Was Aimed At The Target Audience For People Who Watch SuperHero Movie, Epic Movie, The Date Movie, Other Shitty Movie, Meet The Spartins. Whatever. They Should of Named It, Really Bad Adam Sandler Movie. Is It Just Me Or Does His Movies Seem To Be Failing Lately? I Haven't Seen Reign On Me, Or Bedtime Stories Yet Though. So I Wont Count Him Out.
And The Last of The Movies Was Live Free Die Hard. Lets Face It, John McClane Is A Bad Ass. I Think Its The 4th Die Hard Movie. Something Like That. Maggie Q Is In It, And So Is Justin Long. And Its Hilarious And Action Packed. Not Real Believable, But Still Enjoyable. Down To The Last Fan Favored "Yippee Ki Yay Mother Fucker." Great Film.
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