Imagine my joy when I opened my mailbox to find a Man Man EP from Ace Fu (thanks, Kate!) plus a mix from Alex, my boy of the hardest working band in Portugal. His mix contains tracks from the Sam The Kid album, Beat Vol 1: Amor. Alex writes that he's a "Portuguese DJ who made this album from his parent's old record collection. It is supposed to be their story (how they met, fell in love, etc.)" It's supposedly reminiscent of Prefuse. I can't wait to break it open. New music is golden.
AllHipHop.com today lets me know that the smackdown laid on The Grey Album (It's all Crazy Michael Jackson's fault.) and explains further that video shoot incident that I think I actually observed in action as I had my marathon day (and Bang Em Smurf is officially the stupidest stage name I've ever heard. Dude is asking for riducule. Yeah, that name really inspires confidence in his skills. Maybe I'll name myself Killa Kare Bear or something).
And because they're playing it everytime I go out, Usher's new song is officially stuck in my brain. Lil Jon has replaced the Neptunes as producer(s) most likely to get me dancing. Oh, and it was only fitting since my opinion of the darling boy Kanye isn't that high, that the release party would have me bored to tears. I was more entertained by Claudia saying: "where's the hootchies at? I thought there would be more here. I want some hootchies!" and the guy who said to her: "it's okay if you've got a boyfriend, I'm not jealous." Wonderful. But, it's always a blast running into Jenny. Lady in red was smoking! *catcall*
My pick for the funniest part of the Pazz & Jop critics riffing portion:
Who put that crunk in my trunk? Well I'll be dipped and dunked like a deep-fried skunk. Hey, does New York even make rap music anymore? Ha ha, just kidding. Don't shoot. But it is kinda hard to remember. Come to think of it, I'll listen to just about anything that takes my mind off that mumblemouth Fiddy Cent and his soggy bottom boyz.Seriously.SCOTT SEWARD
Tisbury, Massachusetts