Since Verbal and I decided that Mayer Hawthorne’s A Strange Arrangement would be our first album dissected in our three-thousand-mile-away music club, I figured it would be in good fashion to post the video to his lead single, “Just Ain’t Gonna Work Out,” to let other TECB-heads decide whether or not they’d like to get down wit’ da get down.
By the way, the single is actually printed on red heart-shaped vinyl like you see in the video. Check it.
Chuck Palahniuk should make me his Tyler Durden...minus the crazies.
No innocuous bars of soap here. It is what the title says. Think “Book Club,” but instead of romantic novels (porn sans pictures, as I used to refer to them) you use CD’s (remember them?). Tenacious Lee and I are starting our inaugural Music Club 3,000 miles apart, which is a more-than-feasible thing to do. It’s just as easy as any book club: choose an album or an artist, purchase, listen, then wax poetic. When Lee first came to me with this idea, I was excited. Ever since my move out West, I haven’t been motivated or even had the time to think about new music. This changes that and it also gets me back into TECB mode — I’m sure our droves of fans have missed my sarcasm and cynic based comments. I digress. Clearly this isn’t limited to just two people, but that’s the basic premise.
Our first choice is Mayer Hawthorne’s A Strange Arrangement. I’ve never heard of dude, but this is a perfect way to broaden my musical horizon and what better way than to share it with someone else. For the most part we’ll be doing the hippity-hop, but as you can see with Mayer Hawthorne, we won’t be handcuffing ourselves either.
Since Dr. Lee Esq. is in EL, and I, the Verbal Bone Doctor, am in the great 619, we’ll be doing most of our discussions over the phone, via text, via e-mail, and of course the next best thing in social networking, right here on TECB. I recommend this for everyone. And don’t get me wrong, I’m not sharting on book clubs. A lot of TECB contributors were involved in an All Male Book Club this summer. Towards the end it turned more into Dudes Dinner Club, but, regardless, it was an excuse to get together with people you like and you were forced, for lack of better words, to talk about stuff you like (in our case the books we picked were mostly overshadowed by our glutenous ways).
Stay tuned, folks, because you’ll see our status with Music Club right here. We’re nerds when it comes to music and we’re not ashamed of it.
p.s.
Not having a Newbury Comics on the West Coast ranks up there with no Dunkin’ Donuts…
Killah Priest could roll out of bed and rap about his morning routine and still manage to be nicer on the mic than 99% of emcees in existence. This video, “7 Crowns of God,” is the lead single off of his newest LP (his second this year) Elizabeth.
Also. Priest will be coming to Providence next Sunday, the 25th, to perform at Jerkys (check the flyer) and hold the ground down like gravity. Hopefully he’ll do a full set this time around in RI — when I saw him last at Century Lounge (in like ‘01), Jinsu’s dad beat the shit out of some guy in the crowd and Priest bounced after like two songs.
In my opinion, “Father Time,” the 1995 single produced by Day, is one of the most overlooked singles from the last fifteen years — it reminds me of Jeru and Preem’s work circa ‘94-’96.
Download that S right here for free (right click, save as).
So, Verbal texted me a little earlier alerting me how, apparently, today is “National Send Your Buddy a Camel Toe for Good Luck Day.” And, while moose-knuck via text message is never a bad thing, I had already been celebrating National Tattooed Box Day…
Enjoy your day, and spread the word so Hallmark catches on by next year.
That’s right, bitches, Kate Moss is. And it’s by a cot damn long shot. She’s such a boss.
Check out some more of her newest photo shoot with Craig McDean and all the snaps from the October issue of Vogue Paris via Cocu Magazine.
Elevation, the open mic night I posted about early last week, ended up being a great time, and, as promised, I wrote a little recap of the show that is now posted up on 401 Hip-Hop along with a pretty thorough photo gallery. Here’s a taste:
Live hip-hop and an audience of smiling faces are rarely seen together nowadays, especially here in Rhode Island. That said; I can’t recall the last time a featured artist kicked off an evening wearing sun-tanning goggles. Romen Rok did exactly that while onstage at Friday night’s Elevation and set the tone for what went on to be an enjoyable, successful open mic night at Firehouse XIII.
Donna journalistic wit’ it.
Geah, so, even though most clowns roll through TECB only to peep Tanzanian breasteses, dead wrestlers, and Frieda Pinto in lingerie, I gots some late breaking hip-hop news for that ass.
I’ve been in contact with Mortal — the man behind 401HipHop.com — over the past couple of weeks and we’ve been discussing his new brainchild, Elevation: The Return of the Open Mic. His ideas have been exciting, and, considering how the event has the potential to boost the vibrance of Rhode Island’s hip-hop scene, I’m glad he has asked me to be a part of it. I’ll be down at Firehouse XIII in Providence tomorrow night (Friday, October 2nd) to scope out all the festivities, and plan to write some ill shit (that I’ll be sure to link all you TECB cats up to) about the outcome that will be featured on 401 Hip-Hop.
You can check all the details for the event at 401HipHop.com.
Well, I wasn’t killed, but it certainly hurt like a bitch when I woke up this morning to a bee stinging my face. So, after that, most of my Sunday has been spent crushing bee’s with an old Elemental Magazine (sorry, Mobb Deep) that have somehow worked their way through seven feet of vinyl siding and a sliding glass door frame. Seeing how these bees have withstood two entire cans of potent bee-slaughtering chemicals, the exterminator will be called in the AM.
