Here’s a few videos that I’m into. May they brighten your day a little.

Also, if you have a minute, upload a picture of yourself into this thing…so great.

http://en.tackfilm.se/

I LOVE summers in Los Angeles. Sometimes the heat gets kinda rough, but there’s something that happens around here that seems to make people a little less asshole-y. I’ve always been a sucker for lemonade at barbecues, the sun setting beautifully at 8, and women rocking the sundress ‘n sandals combo….and sundresses with heels too……..cuz, yeah……ANYWAYS, between Stones Throws “The Do Over” every sunday, and Primitive bbq’s the last Saturday of every month, my weekends are definitely fulla sunny goodness. I’ve admittedly slept on The Do Over thus far, but this last Saturday played host to Primitive’s first cookout of these hotter months. It was the shit.

Pro skateboarders and beer: A winning combo since the beginning of time. Billy Roper what up!

Dj Babu (Dilated Peoples, World Famous Beat Junkies) provided the perfect party/chillsession ambiance…..and FUCKING KILLED IT.

All the guys that work there are each simultaneously the most awesome people on earth, ever. I might be a tad bit biased though.

I always feel better when a chubster cooks my shit. Kidding. Not really….Good job Chris!

Travis Barker was in attendance as well. Imma big fan of the stuff he’s doing with Dj A-trak. Having so many talented individuals under one roof is crazy. If Paul was there Primitive coulda planned world domination, and followed through….and won.

So quit bitchin’ about the weather and get out into it. It’s way more fun, and god forbid you meet some really, really good people.

Big ups to Dan the man on the extra pics.

If you’ve been keeping up with my little daily shit show here, you already know that I’m an El-p fan. Here’s his new song off of the “weareallgoingtoburninhellmegamix3″ record due out in August. It’s pretty bugged but then again, all of his stuff is. Listen and discuss amongst yourselves.
El-P - Meanstreak (In 3 Parts) by Hypetrak

…and yes, I’m well aware of the irony of posting this after yesterday’s entry.

The sky has officially fallen on music. Not to say that this didn’t happen when cd’s went the way of the laserdisc player years ago but godDAMN. These days people are more than willing to pay for drugs, alcohol, sex, designer this or name brand that, but then draw the line at paying for music. These are the same individuals who bitch about shit like they didn’t wait for porn to load whilst copping their new records. It’s a catch 22 actually, if artists never put their shit out there for free, no one would start to expect free shit but then new artists wouldn’t get maximum exposure. Conversely, when musicians don’t give their music away people end up jacking that shit on some bit torrent site anydamnways while quietly thinking “why didn’t this fucker just gimmie this shit for free” to themselves because they’ve been spoiled by all the giveaways. Bottom line, no one pays for music anymore and that’s balls because it takes away from the WORTH of the music. People stand in line for all sorts of shit (like sneakers) cuz when they get their grubby little hands on the product it makes it that much more enjoyable to have. Having dabbled in multiple sides of the music business, I feel like there should be some kind of guilt accompanied by my own audio burglaries. There isn’t, and THAT’S what makes me feel guilty. Thinking back to the first time I heard Wu’s Enter the 36 Chambers, or Mobb Deep’s The infamous, or Tribe’s Midnight Marauders makes me remember a great time in life. Just there when I typed the words “Midnight Marauders” I got a weird feeling in my stomach, my day brightened up a little and that right there is worth the 15 bucks I paid in ‘93. Try to also remember that the entire “download” phenom is very very recent. Motherfuckers in the 60’s never got to get The Doors records for free unless they jacked ‘em from the store, which at the end of the day is pretty much what we’re doing anyway right?……christ, I just read this shit to myself and It’s super preachy. Imma stop here for today.

I feel like a steel spike in a crucifix I get my point across stupid quick.

If you ever see this dude on the street, feel free to cash in on the pop to the balls that I’ve owed him for years. Some call it panache, some say he’s ahead of the curve, but I think he’s a normal band camp herb from a Virginia who’s playing a trick on everyone’s fashion perception. Seriously, at this very moment homeboy is probably at one of his many homes, balls deep in a Kaws companion, thinking about how far he can go to make people look like super, duper assbaskets. And let’s not forget the fact that people are sheep, which doesn’t do anything but help him along in his master plan of universal assbasketry. Every once in a while, he pulls the “check it out, I’m normal” Bigfoot maneuver and peeps his head out of a Miami hotel or some shit, all shadowy, dipped in vans, 60$ denim, and a white tee. But then he skirts outta the back door into the forrest and devours a hipster to absorb It’s powers or to chase a chupacabra or whatever Pharrells do. Musically he’s a creative mind, no more so than say, Lil Jon is though. Everything he makes is very VERY simplistic and I’ve found myself saying “Pfffft, I can make that shit in 3 seconds” more than once, but the reality of the situation is that even in it’s simplicity, his music is well done and his talent comes from putting simple things together and making it dope. Which is dope in and of itself. HOWEVER, god only knows how much he actually does compared to the other two thirds of the Neptunes. And while were on the subject, do those guys even really exist? Whatever, I just know that I’m not in the market for jeans with dogs jumping across the dick of ‘em.

This also came up during my googling. Tiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight.

Apparently he designs ugly stools for preschool classrooms too.

Lord, If you’re up there. PLEASE don’t allow pink hoodies and tiny cardigans to blind innocent people’s judgment.

Pocket pool never made any boys billionaires. Quit Frontin’ homie.

This is his most recent foray into the fashion world. Vinyl un-bulletproof bubble vests. Great. Thanks.

Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you Esquire Magazine’s “best dressed man in the world” 2005. It’s no small miracle that the earth didn’t keel over dead and shit it’s pants shortly thereafter.

We’re all gunna die.

I don’t “fan-out”. Ever. So that’s what I’d say If I ever saw dude. Even if he’s not…ya know, living and shit. Here’s a little tribute to MJ done by none other than Aloe Blacc…yeah, the dude from Emanon. Trip out. He also did the intro song to “How to make it in america”. I take it he’s a singer now.

Note the two posts in one day. AMAZING.

This dude is better than at LEAST 80% of these fuckers tryna get on.

Big ups to Inka One on the link.

Let me just start off by saying that I respect this nutjob. You won’t find me on a stage in front of thousands of people doing weird shit anytime soon. Maybe that’s why my contribution to hip hop has always been my unwavering DJ/production abilities. I knew that no matter what happened, I always would have the option to play the background and be innocuous. Truth be told, my beef with this “lady” isn’t her completelyoffthereservation-ism’s, but instead with the fact that she had the balls (pun intended) to blow up seemingly over night knowing full well that she would someday have to come clean about her mini dick, and then when she did, people liked her even more. Now I’m not saying that I have problems with….whatever she’s got goin’ on there. What I’m getting at is that she seems fearless, and there’s something to be said for that. When peenygina wielding aliens land on earth and set up shop Imma blame her though I’ll tell you THAT shit right now.

Oh, and for the record she’s pretty grim. You know it, I know it. But that’s neither here nor there. Also, I Realize that I might have pissed off a bunch of females (that is if females read this blog) because girls seem to love Lady Gaga unconditionally. SO, if you wanna read about why she’s awesome or find out where she gets her “outfits” from, check out my homegirl’s fashion superblog here.

Continuing on with my “I’m super awesome” tour, I went down to Little Tokyo a few days back in order to get a little closer to county jail sell some kicks and eat sushi. My boy says it’s always a little unnerving to go down there voluntarily. I’ve never been to the pokey, but under different circumstances I can imagine feeling the same way. Maybe it’s the tiny windows. Anyhow, whenever I fall out of love with shoes I’ll make my way down to that part of town and visit the homies Jeff and Manny posted inside Rif. Located in the heart of our Los Angeles quarantined pseudo Cali Tokyo lies this gem of the city. Lined wall to wall with the most sought after of the sought after, and employing some of the nicest and well informed individuals I’ve had the pleasure of doing business with, Rif is a gold mine in it’s own right. There’s plenty of places in LA I can think of going where I’d accomplish the same things as I do at Rif, but afterwards feel like I somehow inconvenienced someone’s day and end up kicking a couple rocks on my way back to the car. Long story short, support this joint if you’re ever in town, it’s worth it.

I had to remind myself what I was there to do on a couple occasions.

After making my pockets a little fatter, I took my seller’s remorse across the street to Zencu, a little hole in the wall, yet super ill, sushi spot with really good lunch specials. They don’t like dine and dashers or graffiti in their bathroom there apparently. I mean no restaurant does, but these motherfuckers are SERIOUS.

Like I said, expose yourself…and tell Jeff “Mike says what up”.