the homeys Islands came through to good ol’ Durham, NC and being the Briefcase Rocker that i am/friends of the fam …. i got to fill the shoes of the various rappers (including myself in the past) that have got to grace the stage for a rendition of Where There’s A Will There’s A Whalebone, the album version of which features Subtitle and Busdriver.
i tried to mimic Subtitle’s way of handling this guest spot (after watching many youtube versions of him doing it) by remaining sort of “in the cut” and not letting anyone know it was going to go down, and then just popping up at the last minute right before it’s time for me to rip.
i went to a side mic so that Nick could still have the main one for when he comes back in, but for some reason it was dead. turns out neither the in-house nor the touring sound man had any idea what was going on, and cut the mic as soon as i went for it, thinking i was a party crasher. i end up on the main mic and proceed to get tackled by the local sound guy, who attempts to drag me off the stage while i am just beginning to spit, causing me to space on my pre-prepared lyrics and launch into a freestyle, never missing a beat even as i am trying to shrug the guy off. i guess he realized the band was cool with what was happening and he lets it ride, and he gets quickly dissed in my free, which ends up being rather aggressive as well as laudatory to Islands, who were definitely killing their set. turns out the freestyle went over great, better than my written lyrics could have (just a random verse from a Huevos classic) and after watching as many versions of the song as i could earlier that day, i was able to get the timing down perfect and everyone went nuts. it was rad. i received many pats on the back as well as apologies from both sound men, though of course the fact that they tried to shut me down made the appearance way more crev and exciting for the audience, so i’m stoked that it went down like that.
me! this shouldn’t be weird unless you are a girl who… never mind. anyway, while at dinner yesterday in gloomy, gloomy brussels, I got put up on some more seditionary game. since the dudes I was dining with deejay african music of many uptempo types, they had a literal laundry list of youtube pages full of dudes that I have never heard of until that exact moment. I mean, there was some fresh shit on there indeed with people using truly foreign styles over all sorts of traditional rhythms and it was (of course) different from region to region. and then you had cats out there like the ones above, doing their motherfucking thing from within the safe confines of a dope spot, apartment complex and cameraphone. in africa, twins are supposed to be magical and only magic twins could get away with this type of shit on a repeat basis. these dudes are like K-Ci and JoJo but different and equally ghoulish looking. oh yeah, their names are Mad Melon and Mountain Black, do whatever you want with that information.
next up on my crevoscope is some straight up G’s from Mongolia (yes, that Mongolia. the one by Russia) that really defy explanation. Here:
1. They are from Mongolia and that whole landmass is sketch city
2. They are on some gangster shit and their use of sex slave women in this shit is unparalleled.
3. The group is named Ice-Top and the song is called Pon Pon.
(nuff said.)
as a bonus for this episode of “around shady parts of the world in 1 post”, I give you an amazing individual by the name of costuleta from the cut somewhere and he is a maniac. his name loosely translates to “spare ribs” and gal dem put it pon de floor when he hits the room. AND HE CAN DANCE.
he deserves a blog post all by himself, but maybe Diplo will read this and give him or Mountain Black and Mad Melon a record deal. Christopher Columbus said fuck it and became a world beat deejay…
I was supposed to drop this a while ago but it wasn’t done and I was hemmed up with all types of shit popping off. Now that I have relocated to Brussels for the interim and things are still moving how they should, I can get back on schedule with the campaign. Like Red said, “a setback is only a set-up for a comeback” and that’s what I’m all about. LA Cita Strobe soon come and stations of the crev02 will be here before that. Trunk Bomb Beta is 5 songs deep in stage-B which is lyrical mode. Stage-A was production mode and C will be post production mode. You will either love it or hate it….
if you follow this blog and my contributions to it, you know that i am always repping my boy Lockjaw and his bevy of hip hop knowledge and insight. why he doesn’t have his OWN blog, i do not know. this is one of his latest emails to me, besides a link to the fat boys on miami vice.
“Yo man, I know there are a million amazing rap album covers, but in terms of a truly well-done, sophisticated and artfully bad ass photograph, this shit might be it to me. I think this might be done by B+ who photographed lots of folks (?). You got the shadows in the photo, the great album title, gold rims on a white car, and the gat that looks straight out of the first Terminator. And the OE can on the hood looks like some Andy Warhol shit. Also, I think he’s rolling in house shoes, and I love house shoes. Dude was skinny back in the day.”
