Kurupt featuring Pete Rock, “Yessir” off the Streetlights album that dropped in April.

This record is fire. Pete Rock kills it. Kurupt follows suit. Now that’s gangsta.

New Katy Perry video featuring Snoop Dogg. Probably the hottest thing I’ve seen in… ever.

Something should be done about the problem that we are facing in cyberspace. And I’m not talking about running out of IP addresses, because we won’t have to worry about that until September 2011. I’m talking about people who take social networking too seriously. I love Facebook. And I’ve begun to love Twitter. However I hate everyone on Facebook. And I’ve begun to hate everyone on Twitter.

Let me start with Twitter, since it’s newer. Lee Reed and I were talking the other day about the Twatter and what we though of it. Essentially I, and TECB, use it for News and the occasional advertisement. Twitter makes you feel important because you can type 140 characters of pure horse shit but you know it will be read by someone because it shows up on everyone’s feed. The Twatter became so big so fast because celebrities are able to be followed by common folk and we get to peak inside their day-to-day, with out the usual road blocks of restraining orders and security guards. Every day I’ll receive an e-mail that says “so and so is now following you!” and I’ll get a tad-bit excited that, me, a nobody, has a fan. Then I click on their name in said e-mail only to find out that their account is already suspended by the brass at Twitter. There goes my feel good high of the day. Spammers. Other than my life-partner, I don’t follow regular people on Twitter. I don’t need to be “friends” with you on Facebook and “follow” you on Twitter. That’s kind of lame. I like to hear what Mayer Hawthorne has to say about things. The Office’s Rainn Wilson is always hilarious. I use it for hip-hop news. I use it for baseball breaking news. Twitter is another thorn in the eye of newspapers since it is instant gratification for the news worthy. And that’s all it should be used for. Being funny. Being newsworthy. Selling things. Don’t care about what you’re making for dinner or if your daughter just got her period. These things don’t need to be shared with the world. Which brings me to Fezbook.

Facespace, Bookface, Facetwat, TwitBook. Call it what you want, but everyone (‘cept for Lee) is on Facebook. Not to brag, but I’ve been on there since the days where only people who had college email addresses were allowed to join. Then they opened it up to certain companies, then, the inevitable, every other douche bag in the world was able to join. Over the last couple of years (I don’t want to speak for everyone, but…) parents and other elder family members began to join. I have no problem with this at all. In fact I welcome it because when you move across the country as I did it helps to stay in touch. At the time of the influx of olds, I felt the need to censor myself. Now, let it be known that I don’t post pictures of myself smoking drugs or what happened at the bar over the weekend, because, unlike most people, I’ve grown past those days and I took part in debauchery while I should have been doing my SATs. So the things I felt needed censoring were my status updates. I use these updates as a.) a way to vent, b.) a cheap laugh, c.) a quick complaint, d.) to ‘big-up’ someone or something, e.) to describe a bowel movement, f.) alert people of a natty disasty (natural disaster) that I just appeared in, and g.) most importantly to show off my uncanny ability to use hyperbole, sarcasm, facetiousness, and satire. Of it all, the last one is the one that still gets the most cyber uproar. I’m not about to use emitocons at age 25. I’ve always refused to use internet abbreviations like “lol” and “lmao” and “rofl” and I take pride in knowing the difference between their, there, and they’re.

So if you’re keeping score at home, I don’t have pictures of me drinking and drugging, I know how to spell, and I’m slowly chipping away at me and my father’s life goal of making at least one person laugh per day, everyday.

Yet I’m public enemy number one because I don’t hate Muslims, vote Democrat, love the Gay community, and find the Bible to be just a really, really old comic book. My censory (I’m aware that’s not a real word) only lasted a few weeks and maybe comes up for a day or so after I add a new person to my elite collection of friends (ahem, sarcasm). Essentially I’m using this blog post as one long status update that can’t fit on a Facebook page because I’m begging for people to lighten up. With the thousands of herbs and tea bags and douche bags that litter my friends’ friends lists, I feel the intelligent get pushed away (yes, elitist) and the piss-poor excuses for humans are honored.

Interests : Going to the bar, Parties, The Yankees, Girls, etc.

^^^This is real. A real life person thinks these are interesting. I love the “etc.,” like the Yankees and girls are related to the first two and that there are more. I would like to thank everyone for reading this. And friend me here and follow me here. Don’t be dick’s.

I haven’t posted any skirts as of late, or really anything for that matter.  I’ve been roughing out this balancing act called life, unfortunately phasing out TECB from my busy schedule of work, drink, and golf.

But, you should know, I am currently working on some other creative ish that I’m very excited about.  It will hopefully make its way to TECB (and onto some of your backs) by the end of the summer.

Anyway, the above photo is a Tommy Hil advertisement I ripped out of Vogue and scanned onto my computer for your carrot-snapping pleasure.  Apparently my scan-piece isn’t as top-notch at I’d like, but, regardless of quality, I’ve gots one thing to say; Tweet.

Yet another perfect-rating from Chris Faraone.  I’ll probably be scooping this album soon enough.

Apparently this joint is actually printed-up on some 7″ vinyl, and was given away with the newest issue of Wax Poetics.

Download here — Right click-clack and save as, bitches.

Insert “I wish Bis always rhymed over nice production” comment…  Now.

Shannon Brown: As a rule you should avoid men with women’s names. Especially ones who, like Shannon, are about one  neck tat from an honorary membership in maximum security.  Besides that, this guy has become one of the more over hyped bench guys ever.  A back up point guard that averages a little over one assist per game is about as useful as a text-book on Huntington Beach.  In addition, this guys performance in this year’s dunk contest was just abysmal.  He had lived on Sports Center all year, but come the contest he looked like the last kid picked in gym glass.  If you can’t handle that pressure what will The Finals do to you.

Lamar Odom: Mr. Kardashian  is one of the most disappointing players of my basketball life time.  He was supposed to be the next great play maker with height and athleticism.  Instead, he is a surly sixth man who needs constant prodding from the people around him to exert any effort.  Lamar almost became the first guy kicked out the league for smoking weed while with the Clippers.  He failed piss tests all the time. His exploits during his one year of college put the University of 401 on probation for a shade under eternity.

Pau Gasol: Llama looks like the kind of guy who’s B.O can clear a train car in 15 seconds.  Hands down the worst beard in professional sports.  Gasol is softer than my Comfortpedic.  He spent the 2008 finals covering his head and running away with a shell-shocked look on his face.  Gasol has supposedly gotten tougher, but I still see a lot of flops on the defensive end and he ends up on a lot of posters.

Derek Fisher: Straight up mugger.   That’s all.

Ron Artest: Where do we start.  The man who almost destroyed the league in one night in Auburn Hills.  Artest has always been bat-shit crazy.  His buzzer beating put-back in the conference finals has suddenly made him a beloved figure on the Lake show, even though he’s been hurting this team all season.  Artest has quit on every team he has played for.  After the Pacers stuck their necks out and supported him after his “Punch every fan in the Face” campaign, he rewarded them by quitting to make a shitty hip-hop album that has sold about six copies.   Of course, he has a few domestics on his docket also.  He fits right in the land of Heidi and Spencer.

Kobe Bryant: We all know Kobe is a bad dude.  We may never know exactly know what happened in Colorado, but something went down.  It was a huge black-eye on the league and it has been erased from every Laker fan’s memory by some experimental medical procedure.   This guy has been known to whip the ball boys so bad that they leave Staples in tears.  He is the petulant super star.  His dad was such an ass that teams were scared to draft him because of his lineage.  He is a great player, but his persona is a blatant Jordan rip off.  If you want to know the real Kobe, talk to people in Philly.  He is truly the man who can never go home.

So there it is.  Guide to hating the Lakers, not that any real Celtics fan needs one.

If you know me, chances are you’re aware that I’m an avid reader of Chris Faraone.  However, for some awful reason, The Providence Phoenix barely prints record reviews or anything hip-hop related that isn’t penned by Chris Conti anymore.  So, over the past couple years, I’ve resorted to reading Faraone’s work on The Phoenix website whenever I don’t have the time to grab The Boston Phoenix, in which he is printed weekly.

Anyway, about a year ago a number of his articles started to receive trackbacks from Jump the Turnstyle, a blog that Faraone had apparently been posting on regularly.  Since then I’ve all but boycotted clicking-through The Phoenix‘s website and starting checking JTTS daily for links to his Phoenix articles and whatever else he writes for the site.

I’ve never really even trusted the mans more-often-than-not hard-nosed, semi-elitist opinion on music, yet, in what may seem like an extremely ironic contrast, he’s one of the only hip-hop journalists (<—a dying breed) I actually take seriously.  What can I say, I think he’s a good writer and his knowledge of and dedication to hip-hop run longer than his wordy-ass sentences — and that’s something I can appreciate.

Check out Jump the Turnstyle, the newest addition to TECB’s blogroll, where you can catch the majority of Faraone’s hip-hop publications, and a bunch of random shit from a few other Boston cats.

I’m actually considering the purchase of this album, seeing how Marco is turning into the DJ Premier of years passed.  (He makes even average cats sound exceptional.)

Also, I figured I’d mention how The Exxecution is one of the three record’s (others: 1 & 2) Chris Faraone has scored perfectly in the past year.

That’s it for now.  The Bruins are on.  Let us know what you think of the video.

A joint going out to all you mo-mo’s who “like words” too much to get down with some fine instrumental tunes…

Get the above single for free, and the rest of the EP for a small fee over at White’s Bandcamp page (along with all of the other goodies that I put you on to in my massive ’09 year in review).

And don’t bother coming back here if you ain’t messing with at least one of them Paul White instrumentals.  Seriously.  Take a hike.