Yes! It has been quite some time since the Epic Sun has shone that sexy brightness all over the interwebs, but here we are. Back like we never left! But the wait is not quite over, my friends. Look out of Epic Sun in the next few weeks.
We got new music from Drizzy Drake and JCole coming. Kanye bringing a whole new flavour to the game, that must be discussed, and a goddam Superman movie! Epic Sun is about to be a bit more epic, my friends. Look out for us
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 Comment
Hip-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
Thursday, April 12, 2012 · Dovi Henry · 1 Comment
Yesterday 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?
They call me Jay Electronica
Call me Jay ElecHannukah
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
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 · 1 Comment
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’…
damn. I would follow that milkshake all the way to yard
Man, the weather has been nice lately-that basically means I’ve been extremely happy lately. The clothes on all these pretty people been real fresh, my public resentment of coats has finally been fully appreciated, and these young rappers have been setting it off. How could I ignore an album with a with a joint on it called King and Queens, featuring both Nas and Wale? How could I ignore an album with a J.Cole feature, a Pharrell hook, a Big Sean verse…
Straight out the gates you know this young Tyga is a real popular dude. Plus he raps good! Plus the beats sound great. This one of those cool times when I have barely even head of dude, but I know I’m feeling this album. I’m only five tracks in, but I know I’m feeling this. I think I just fell in love with Wynter. That’s crazy. This some of that young kind shit, which you know I’m all about; that and some good weed music. Good thing big Wiz Khalifa’s still out here grinding and rolling papers!
That joint is real nice. Smooth and original beats that somehow got me thinking of Mo Better Blues, maybe it’s the instrumental track ‘Number 16.’ Maybe it’s that I’m feeling this line:”I seen it coming’, yea I seen it coming- do everything for these niggas, they treat you like you did nothing.” But mainly I’m feeling that beat. Like a happy subway ride in a English film. Top off my coffee… That Dumont guy is donuts. Plus, I’m sure Tyga, Wiz, and I would all agree: Fuck a hater! I got a friggin’ frequent potty mouth; who’s afraid of the big bad Busta? Not my favourite rappers, these days. I mean, I wouldn’t want the man to hurt me, so, I’m just happy to hear rap music with ill vibes and niggas what might eat somebody food.
A few years ago, I read a magazine article about Robin Thicke that fucked up my day; now I’m pleased to still hear the man smoothing out tracks for the kid. Mystic Aka Mado Mieuru and This Is Like are a pay day in July. I had to get to Brainstorming just to air it out a little bit; my mood never changed.
I need a bottle of lightning, some sibling rivalry, someone something and some quiet sun. Pronto.