Listen here, son. If you aren’t spending your time listening to Bon Iver music, I don’t know what the fuck your problem is. For really real, G. It’s like having your homeboy say exactly what everyone wants to laugh at you about.
If you don’t listen to Bon Iver, you might enjoy the minstrel accoutrements of the Fleet Foxes. Those dudes go HAM, although I hear there might be problems with the drummer or some shit. You never get that with The Legendary Roots, but, hey! The Beatles had problems too, so at least I’m not recommending you listen to them, right?
However! Right now, I’m riding on a recommendation of my homeboy right now, and I have that new Jai Paul joint on blaaaast. You’d be surprised. I feel like by the year 2026 we might have a full compilation of that man’s incredible musical stylings, but until then, it’s sort of like Good Fridays, which seem to be on fire once again, except Good Summers. Very, very dope. Click the chick!
When electric music started coming out, I was never feeling it, and house music sucks, unless immediately followed by Hugh Laurie saying hilarious stuff, but right now, it’s a really good trend in music slowly emerging. When you get tracks like Monster ft Hov and Nicki Minaj and Officer Ricky, and Bon Iver, or Dreams Money Can Buy, sampling Jai Paul’s BTSTU, you can see where computer generated sounds can meet real vocals and instrumentation. It’s a thin line, but it’s a growing one. You could see Prince playing the purple Prince guitar on this Jasmine track, and sexy YeAngels dancing all crazy and slow motion. That’s not to say it’s Hip-Hop music, but my ear definitely don’t hate it! Shit ain’t Skrillex, that’s what I’m saying! This here is true electrofunk! This here is music you can kick back to a little bit and just vibe the fuck out (or, if you’re like me, you can also get up and groove like dust in a windstorm).
Thanks, Jai Paul!
Monday, April 16, 2012 · Dovi Henry ·
1 CommentHip-Hop is not dead. Slow people, please put your Nas CDs down. Now pick your Nas CD filled CD players up. Radio Raheem. Once, Hip-Hop fell down some stairs and was dead. How I know? Nasir taught me. Now, she is back in full muthafuckin’ effect, beating up the parents all over the house. Kiss you teeth real loud one time if you feel me, right in front of whoever yo momma has over for company. Rappers are back living large, dancing dumb, and saying that type of shit ain’t nobody sensible saying, hoe. Don’t tell grandma I said that, snitch. You know who told me all this, though? Rappers did! These folks, as of, like OFWGKTA, Chiddy Bang, Kendrick, Wiz and a whole lot of other arrogant mugs making music that I can *ahem* fuck with; as a young dude. That ‘frankly, I just don’t give much of a fuck, and we’re dope’ attitude. Even if I don’t end up listening to everyone, I’m still pretty happy about the state of rap music of late. Maybe I’ma still mainly bump that navy blue diamond, UGK and other old folk. James Brown. If ever I’m really in that trippin, wildin’, frontin, spazzing, N.E.R.D English type of a mood, one of those 32 joints in a row type of mood, you know Wiz and the Hippies is coming up on the dial. Same with Ye, same with Busta, but I’m saying: this is the right now. I don’t listen to tons of different rappers, but I’m trying to hear what’s hot, and that man Meek Mill is out here doing something. 2 Chainz is hella impressive and K.R.I.T. best drop some hotness, now! Some more hotness that is. Go Miami Heat, also, in completely unrelated shit. Good game, last game, or whatever…
The G.O.OG. family is expected to deliver that summer time ultra party, sweaty rag steezy eventually (I’m not sure if it will have a particularly party vibe, but I think MERCY bangs, I don’t care about what anyone has to say about it! Swerve.) Maybe that strange Childish Gambino fellow might drop another F-Bomb from one time out in band camp. Maybe a Hip-hop producer will give Lupe a call. LOL, flippant lazer…
Maybe, just maybe Drizzy Drake Drakard will… rap! Hopefully Kid Cudi will, and Kid Cudi will too. Sounds good, right? Well fuck that. Where’s Jay at? The T.O. maybe? Nahhhhhhh
See, these days, there’s a really nice cascade in the hall of rappers- you know, the dudes that decided to cut class, the guys who got kicked out, the guy who stepped out for a piss, the guys who stepped out for a chat with the principal, that fool with the hall pass, and the annoying ass girls that follow everybody around and shyt… Sounds Fab, right? Much love to all those who graduated.
Get it? If not, you need to ride around a little more, smoking too pox.
Gettin’ it? Two? Pox?
(come here, baby. Yea. Yea take that. TakethatandgetmesomesugarcookiesbeforeyouneedanotherbandaiWoah. I like your watch, bro!)
Damn! 2Chainz might seriously take over some shit! Like, Hip-Hop, or something like that. Next DJ I meet that doesn’t have 2Chainz in the serato, I’ma get a model to call him stupid, in person!! If you didn’t know back then, don’t worry too much because the cat is mercyfully out of the duffel bag, boy: Tity Boi is very, highly dope; so listen to his music. For real. Download his mixtapes. Maybe even go sell one of your three chains, just to catch the fuck up.
That there is some
heavy hype
Thursday, April 12, 2012 · Dovi Henry ·
1 CommentYesterday I said the following to a hot girl that I mess with: “That new Kanr music is bombs.” Not literal bombs, though, Flex bombs. I mean, I can just imagine playing Mercy in my old crib for all my friends, ultra loud, extra efficient. Call that a bass quake.
I went out and dropped coin for that Finally Famous, and I wrote a very positive piece about it. Somehow niggas still hatin’! What the hell, guys. Them need to knock it off officially now because that’s a fun verse. Also, 2 Chainz is the shit, you already know Pusha been had big bars, and… well Ye is some sort of genius or something. That G.O.O.D. Music album is going to be a real treat.
What we got is a super duper fly mixtape. Chainz brings mucho horsepower, Kanye West brings that Kanyarrogance, Pusha is about that fresh drug ish as usual, Seas brings the wordplay. Who wins? Well, I’d say I win, cuz I got to hear it (real talk though, that Ye verse hit me.) A lot of folks fail to recognize the (playful) battle aspect of rap music lately. Question: Who’s got the illest verse? Eminem or Hov? Kanye or Hov? I gotta say Jay-Z is a very, very good rapper. My bias even bleeds into the Hov/GodSon debate. I think Nas got took on wax, and I am willing to let my opinion on that one be known because I’ve seen that Roc Bys video. Jay-Z or Jay Electronica… who knows? Both are sailing on a cloud in them Shiny Suit Theory verses.
When it comes to this G.O.O.D. rap, I have to say I was really feeling the braggadocio Kanye brought to the table. I might even move into a lobby somewhere so you know it’s real. I might send Ye a case of Theraflu, just to help the big homie relax a little. I might even try some myself, just to relax a little. Being that I support The Flash and his Miami Heat, as well as King James, I’m afraid the big homie Kris Humphries is having to take this one as a L, even though that stupid gossip really is none of my business. I mean, Kanye sorta snapped on that joint and waved Kim’s titties in everybody’s face. Listen to Theraflu a milly a million times, send the boy some money and then pay me for the best advice you’ve received tomorrow. (umm… cuz I’m writing this with an hour and a half left in this day. Yea.) Keep it all basement though, or shut the fuck up.
” Jay Electronica is the most profoundly entertaining of all rappers, bar none. Every next rap sounds like the new deepest shit a rapper ever said, some real ghetto Kahlil Gibran type stuff. If Hip-Hop, academia, and pseudomagic/conspiracy theories are what you’re into, google the noir. He’s cold dope. There’s a big difference between raps that are just millions of punchlines, and raps that all punch you in the stomach and catch you tripping. Dude is both, I be like “word? Dude said that? And that? And that?? Cowabunga!” Jay Electronica is the Master Splinter of rap. That sounds crazy, right? Well, money is grimy as fuck, and he gets on all sorts of next beats.
The Eternal Sunshine is legitimately one of the nicest pieces anyone has put out into the Hip-Hop world in quite some time. I even went and downloaded the Jim Carrey movie. I even went and rewatched Liar,Liar (okay, that’s not true. Hah!) Jazzmatazz is doper than any rap song you listened to today. Unless you’ve heard a Jay Elect track today, in which case I know we feel the same way on this one. Shiny Suit Theory is a true clash of the titans in this bitch, and the dudes are on the same team! “
I be meditating on Act 2: Will it make my dreads explode?
Jay Electra
They call me Jay Electronica
Fuck that.
Call me Jay ElecHannukah
Jay ElecYarmulke
Jay ElectRamadaan
Muhammad Asalaamica RasoulAllah
Supana Watallah through your monitor
My Uzi still Weighs A Ton check the barometer
Growing up, I listened to a lot of music. A lot. I’m talking Uncle Luke, Bach, and Fela. That’s a whole lot of soul, bro; I used to ride the bus to the school with Marvin Gaye blasting out my old Sony Walkman headphones, sounding like the echoes of a tin voice. A dude once tapped me on my shoulder and let me know he could hear all those Talib Kweli swear-words. I should have told him like Kweli told me: Listen!
I remember tapes with the same fondness I remember that old Super Sega: strictly dope. Even today, I consider mixtapes wack unless it’s at least 20 different MC’s on there. In the early 90s, my little fingers were perfect for rewinding bleeding tapes. In the mid-90s, they were only good for writing book reports, smudging (both) Life After Death Cds and smashing ninjas with either Pikachu or Link. Only Kirby I was ever about made Doctor Doom. That’s a MF Doom joke for ya. I had the red and white Fisher Price tape player with the microphone and the handle on top- I walked all around my crib recording large raps over my dad’s favourite reggae tapes. My bad…
I also recall those mini pianos- you know, the useless ones. The ones with maybe 10 or 11 programmed loop samples, and a handful of instrument variations- tuba, brass, high-hat, stuff like that. Those things required more D batteries than the homie Radio Raheem boom box, mothafucka! I spent many hours trying to figure out the piano… utterly no avail. When Pokemon Silver dropped, my taste evolved to AA batteries. Two of em. I guess I never really saw myself as much of a pianist… Thank God for Pete Rock and Yeezy!
Look Out For Those EPICMIXTAPES
Be A Man! Do The Right Thing
I have a dirty little secret; a guilty pleasure: I am seriously feeling that Ke$ha lady. To begin with, the bitch is a friggin’ animal. She’s quite sexy in pictures. Beyond that, that song D.I.N.O.S.A.U.R. Is straight dope. No BS, I might go listen to it right now… I’m just a young man! And if it comes down to the brass tacks, yes, I’m hitting on her- wut?!
Gwen Stefanie rolls way too deep with those ninjas and stuff (although her music is obviously bananas), Lady Gaga haunts my nightmares, Miley Cyrus is a country singer, Taylor Swift is not gangster enough and I don’t like her music videos, and Elly Jackson… well that’s Kanye/Hova bitch. And Kreayshawn… Man, that chick cra. I like Ke$ha cuz I know she’s about a dollar and a dope night. That’s fun.
-Young DRex
Bro, if you smoke on herbs, don’t trip: I call my shit mushroom clouds. Don’t think too much about that
SlepTin
It’s a Thursday. I am not inside my zone, but that’s okay. If I could, this morning I would write with both eyes closed just to get my point across. Coming soon: slow motion videos.
It’s the weekend. That’s wrd to The Weeknd! Yea! I swear I haven’t heard an artist referred to by his first name so much since Kayne… I’m still not too sure what to make of the S in S.Carter, but this is Toronto, still- maybe some of my people really do know dude. Either way, the young singer is pretty dope. I harbor the suspicion that his music could be better while high on drugs… maybe. He said it, not me.
The quiet, airy falsetto is nice to me. Party music in slow motion; I would love to zone to this (I’m actually listening to Love Game right this instant- the house part is craaaazy!) song while speeding around town in something luxurious, with someone sexy and lugubrious. This is certainly no Ipod music. Caught between super emotional heart bleeding and ballin’-ass raging, I’d say this captures a pretty wide range experiences. Plus it sounds good. The pianos and the harmonies make this thing feel like molasses. Thick molasses; it brings me back to my childhood, when I didn’t even know I liked molasses… Warm breakfasts, feeling all rich and buttered and cushy and swathed and stuff. I’m pretty sure molasses is a gateway food.
You should probably sip this one slow.
Sunday, March 25, 2012 · Dovi Henry ·
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I had an argument with my boy a little while ago. He said Kanye made the beats, Kanye made the Kanye verses, Kanye made a ladies’ fashion like, and Kanye revealed his ZONE. I was like ‘word.’ Jay-Z got all comfy in Kanye’s ZONE and… well, he rapped real good on a reasonable number of tracks. I’m sure Kanye’s ZONE is a very pleasant place. Imsane raps all over the place near the donuts.
Run DMC was the shit to me when i was a kid. That’s as real as it gets. In the same sentence, I might get to illin’ all while enjoying something ill. The thing is, something I never really cared about was a Run vs DMC discussion, I mean… when do you sit down for that discussion? Run hit it. It’s Run’s House. But… Perfection? Dawg!
Rakim Allah and Erik B? C’mon, son! I mean, what’s cooler? The Cool Kids, or The Throne? What do the mathematics have to say on that debate? You’d look a little bonkers talking to a chair, I’ll tell you that much, monet. When it comes to the Niggas In Paris Show aka Watch The Throne Tour, I can only say it was dope. Hov did his thing, and Ye sprinted around the stage and wore a cross between a dress, a piece of samurai armor, some African tribal cloth, and a kilt. It was all good.
When it comes down to it, Jay-Z said “I’m a tortured soul, I live in disguise. Rest in peace to the leader of the Jackson- Fie!” “My tears is tatted, my rag in my pocket. I’m just lookin’ for love; I know somebody- Goddart” You gotta be kiddin’ me! I been tellin’ y’all for a while now, this Jay-Z Rocafella fellow knows what he’s doing! If only he were still pimpin’…
First and foremost, shoutout my nigga Koni. Tell Kofi I said ‘hello,’ anon. G, you know all these bitch niggas keep using your name for talking too tough. Don’t stress, family! You know we hold you down like nylon pants. lawl Also, fuck you. Stop touching on all the lil kids. You’re not a priest, my nigga. You need to take down the Mike Jackson poster, for real though. Just take a seat, kick back, and let me give you a little bit of strong advice. Because my bitches have nothing better to discuss lately than you and all this messed up ‘good weather’. It’s bullshit.
What you need to do is just chill on all the 50 Cent torrents. You cannot recreate the G-unit, and I do not care how successful you’ve been in your attempts. That shit is not real life, and all them lil’ African women gave birth to all those kids by choice. Stop stealing them, stop giving them automatic weapons. Making me feel nerfous. I mean, I know you tryna hold it down for the whole fam, which means your ten or twelve kids (not including female offspring, I know how y’all get down) and their five or six thousand little scrappy punk-ass friends. What do you get when you put 29 people under the age of 17 in one room, and give them old Beanie Sigel mixtapes? A fucking militia! So stop it nigga! You African, muhfucka! You a Congo drum beating… asshole! Don’t you know Madonna or somebody ballin’ like that might buy them kids? Cash, dawg! America, British, maybe even Canadian dollars. So why you trippin’? I mean, you gotta figure out a way to catch some younger children (you know they stop being cute when they turn 12) … or somehow produce some chemically… but you know what I’m about.
Also, I hear that nigga Barack been searching for less bitch-made soldiers. Ones who actually think war is a videogame. You clearly make Colin look like a lil biatch! haha yea. Maybe you could get a job with Biggerer Brother. But seriously though: you’re about to cause a ruckus. Just chill.
Secondly, all y’all haters, y’all facebook blahblahblah type kids, and white people in general, shut your mouth. The more people are interested in Africa, the more Africa will know that we’re over here, listening to Waka Flocka Flame music all shamelesly, refusing to read books and not actually catching any pokemon- except maybe a few espions… We don’t actually murder people or arbitrarily decide to around these parts. Duh. I do not want that Koni guy thinking he can just send his stupid little army over the sea. I don’t need that beef, alright? Just leave him alone, aren’t a bunch of angry Iriquous enough? Jeez!
I have a suggestion: here’s what we do. Fill a bunch of planes with old Erika Badu tapes, all the copies of Food & Liquor you can find, because Koni obviously only heard that one song, or maybe that similar song that came out earlier. Also hit up Welcome Back. I’ll donate my copy, and I’m sure Ma$e wouldn’t mind letting go of a few hundred copies himself. Load em up, then just drop em like it’s hot. Make it rain over those little Congolese child soldiers so they can get some real shit in their life. No Bono. Get Jay-Z to autograph a copy of Kingdom Come (if he has any copies left in his mansion in Paris or the Vatican or wherever that nigga be at these days) and let me straight up deliver it to dude.
Because I been going to school. I read The Republic. I know it’s fucked up to try to claim you want somebody drop. Do it yourself, fucker #nopoison. To take a life yourself, and to order the removal of a soul from this plane are equivalent. That would be conspiracy. No court? No appeals, you just want that nigga to die? Really? Fuck, what’s a little effortless publicity, right? Well, put it this way: I don’t give a shit about one more person. People kill theyself daily, it’s tough out here! You gotta bring little children into my day to day like that? That’s small, Koni… fuck, man, that’s some small shit. I’m still annoyed about Katrina, bro.
