Saturday, June 30, 2007
I see my boy Diddy's gotta new group he's working on. It will be crap. It will be garbage. It will sell 300,000 units first week and proving, once again, that if you release nothing, they'll buy anything. The releases are starting to come from the industry, but it appears to be too much too late. I mean, there's a UGK record still coming somewhere, a new Kanye, a new 50 Cent just in time for when everyone's dropping $60 on Halo and Madden releases. And there's rumors that Eminem will have project coming--right in time for when everyone's getting iPods for Christmas. That's some fantastic planning there. Let's release projects when no one has any cash left to spend. Well, a releases that's actually out and rocks the balls off a bull is the new White Stripes record. Icky Thump is quite possibly the most solid White Stripes record to date as, from beginning to end, it absolutely rips, shreds, pillages and demolishes. It's as thick and as mean as any of their past releases and, while not centered around three or so clear singles, it relies more on sound song writing, blistering instrumental work and furious vocal treatment from the great Jack White. Every outing, I like these two more and more. Pick it up. The album's a blast. There, now you have a record to buy.
On the music tip, Rock the Bells and Paid Dues are in deep competition for tour of the summer. I'm riding the fence on which one I'll choose to go to. Rock the Bells features Wu Tang Clan headlining with UGK, Nas, Talib Kweli, David Banner, Pharoahe Monch, Immortal Technique, Jedi Mind Tricks among others. Paid Dues features Slug of Atmosphere, Murs, Living Legends, Sage Francis, Brother Ali, Cage, Mr. Lif, Blueprint, Hangar 18 and more. Both super dope lineups. Still riding the fence. Anyone want to roll, it's gonna be Paid Dues in Santa Fe on August 9th and Rock the Bells in Dallas on August 7th.
I'd like for you to meet Randy Wyrick. We're not related, but I thought you might find this yearbook photo from 1973 as supergangsta as I did. Unlike some of the less-than-fantastic moments achieved by Wyricks and chronicled on The Root Down, it appears that Randy accomplish a rather quiet, crime-free life. I'm trying to figure out whether or not this is the Randy Wyrick that reports for a Vail newspaper.
I don't know if you've been following this, but people are losing limbs and even dying on amusement park rides. A girl lost both of her feet on the Superman ride at a Six Flags somewhere. I'm not sure if everyone's familiar with the Superman concept so let me educate. You start on the ground, strapped into a seat and then you launch up to some 20 stories into the air at an accelerated speed of nearly 55 m.p.h. The exhiliration of starting at a sitted position to flying at 55 m.p.h. straight into the sky is unmatched. So imagine, if you will, taking this flight with a cord wrapped around both feet and anchored to the ground. Yeah, ripped her feet right off her body. That's an insanely chilling story. For those about to eat, I apologize.
Thursday, June 28, 2007
PUSH BUTTON OBJECTS
Lesser-known Push Button Objects (Edgar Farinas--who has already appeared on the list) put the track down and Del and Lif killed the verses on this often-overlooked banger. Again, this is a perfect pairing with the vocal styling and delivery of Lif and Del--Del as the common denominator, as he often is (the Kevin Bacon of hip hop). Left, right, up, down, 360 degrees of dope.
Tuesday, June 26, 2007
Also in memoriam, pitching great Rod Beck died Sunday. While he didn't do the bulk of his work as a major leaguer with the Red Sox, it would be the with the Red Sox that he would enjoy his last glimpse of glory falling out to the minors shortly afterwards before a brief stint with the Padres. Rod, sadly, had a pretty lengthy bout with substance abuse, he disappeared until showing up in headlines on Sunday after being discovered dead in his truck with no explanation. Sad stuff.
I've been out for a bit and I hate coming back with two deaths, but I'll get to more posting later. Went to Memphis this weekend for the Stax Revue which was just crazy dope. Maybe I'll find some time to expand on that. In the meantime, make sure you cop the limited run of the MF Doom album MM Food being released by Rhymesayers. It's packaged in scratch-n-sniff foil that smells like chocolate and includes a bonus DVD (which I'm watching right now and it's super-bonkers), a copy of the Food Drive Tour poster and a MM Food sticker. That's how you do limited editions. Thanks Rhymesayers for setting it straight.
Alright, I haven't shaved in ages so gots to hit that before I shuffle to work. Be good kiddies. Steve, got the email with the candy image. Much thanks. I'll get it up before too long.
Wednesday, June 20, 2007
The stupid machine spits out a freaking raffle ticket! In her raffle ticket (for a raffle that doesn't exist), it explains that a "dark haired person who is trying to harm you will disappear from your life and you will be extremely happy." Thanks, Zoltar. I love how it says underneath the forture "Play Again!" like once wasn't enough to realize that you've been had.Has that ever worked? Has anyone blown more than one dollar on Zoltar? I wonder if someone's looked at their raffle ticket and said, "Zoltar, once again, you amaze me. Tell me more!" Well, I'm no sucka. I just rather taunt him with money through the glass.
My brother and I actually prefer the least obvious approach and that is to fire off photos while the man's not looking and then post them online later. Hey, it's not like we put his face on here. And I'm sure no one would recognize this man if they knew him.
Todd graduated. Being a Wyrick, you gotta wait a long time before your name is called. We're waiting in suspended anticipation for three hours before Todd's named is called and for some stupid reason, the dude reading names called him "David Todd Wyrick"--reversing his first and middle name--leaving the entire family in confusion and I think my mother got pretty heated about it.
That was until my father tried to start the car and it wouldn't turn over. Yeah, dead battery. Now 2:15am. We jumped the car and got things on the road. Now, the rocking only occurred at speeds in excess of 75 miles per hour and only when we hit imperfections in the road. It felt safe enough. And "safe enough" worked at this hour in the morning. Our plan was to make it to the Cali/'Zona border originally, then it was to make it to Palm Springs and, now, it was just make it about twenty miles down the road so we could avoid the heavy traffic in the morning. We crashed at Redlands. If you look at a map of LA, it looks like we traveled about a third of an inch.
That's it, folks. More travels of j3 to come down as I make my way to Boston for Sox and Horrioles. Remember this: pack light, pick your accomodations wisely, Bill Carlyle, Sr. supports our troops and if you a gangsta like my brother and I, don't miss your exit.
Saturday, June 16, 2007
HAVE I NOW SEEN IT ALL? YES, I DO BELIEVE SO...THE LAST INSTALLMENT OF POPULAR CULTURE'S COMPLETE MISREPRESENTATION OF HIP HOP, VOLUME 7
Ladies and gentlemen, I'm proud (but really not) to say that I found what I was looking for. I found it on the long road through Arizona as we stopped off at a Love's Truck Stop. It's funny that a place that brings me such sadness would be called "Love's." Everytime I go in there, I go through a lesser but still intense Wal-Mart panic attack. It starts with the loss of feeling in my fingertips. Usually, I'm just waiting for that trucker to come out with his toiletry kit in one hand and bath towel in the other smelling like toothpaste and shampoo because this is when I typically start losing feeling below my knees. On any given trip to Love's, I'm quite near having to crawl back out to the car because it just freaks me out. And, as a germiphobe, truck stops in general can send me into a tailspin. Knowing this, it's difficult for me to be surprised or awestruck at Love's anymore. Until this week...
It was like the first time you saw Ronald McDonald rapping. It was like when I saw Wu-Wear on the clearance racks at TJ Maxx. It was like when I got my copy of the MC Stephen Hawking rap record. It was like watching Ja Rule win a Grammy. I'm going to give Russell and S. Carter the benefit of the doubt like a case of merchandise fell off a truck and ended up on the wall at this location only. I mean, they're so cheap that you gotta think something shady's going on. But gaze at the sadness in this photo. Either you'll laugh until you cry or cry until you curl into a fetal position cramping from dehydration. Rod, maybe you can explain this one for me.
So, in celebration (or in memory) of the great hip hop clothing lines, I'm taking the power back with the new design (available, as always, at http://www.cafepress.com/therootdown). We need to get hip hop out of the truck stops and back to the streets. The hip hop clothing game has gotten straight outta control and we gotta get it back from the powers that be (Wil, I'm looking to you, homie). And I'm introducing this design at the lowest price possible meaning I don't get but a penny from everyone sold. In fact, I'm going to reduce the prices storewide so now's the time to pick up your official The Root Down product. Wil, if you can get me shirts pressed for even cheaper, holla atcha boy. Here it is, folks, the GANGSTA! GANGSTA! design for all you real heads.