World Peace

SUNRISE SIMPER

Continuing the theme...

Kitchen Table Round/Racial Profiling

ARVO ARRIVER

I am a big fan of Pearls Before Swine and won't belabor the introduction other than to say there is a obliquely "warm" place for biting sarcasm. However, that comfortable ("warm") place ostensibly only exist amongst true friends and drawn parodies.
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Malapropism

FORENOON TENDER


Juelz Santana's Rap City freestyle of March 7, 2007, as much of what the Dipset does, is guffaw-worthy albeit by default (i.e. happenstance - though they apparently have a rap-comedian monopoly) or willfully. Nevertheless, JS's use of "athletes feet" versus "athletes foot" is a malapropism (or my perception of one). JS repeating, "ya stinking it up like athletes feet" three times has made my day - let it enrich your life as well.

Main Entry: mal·a·prop·ism
Pronunciation: \ˈma-lə-ˌprä-ˌpi-zəm\
Function: noun
Etymology: Mrs. Malaprop, character noted for her misuse of words in R. B. Sheridan's comedy The Rivals (1775)
Date: 1849
1 : the usually unintentionally humorous misuse or distortion of a word or phrase; especially: the use of a word sounding somewhat like the one intended but ludicrously wrong in the context
2 : MALAPROP
— mal·a·prop·ist \-ˌprä-pist\ noun

Per Wikipedia:
Athlete's foot or tinea pedis is a fungal infection of the skin of the foot, usually between the toes, caused by parasitic fungi.
Athlete's foot is a layman's description of a skin fungal infection. Fungal infections of the skin are called dermatophytosis. Dermatophytes may be spread from other humans (anthropophilic), animals (zoophilic) or may come from the soil (geophilic).

Precious

ARVO ARRIVER


James Yancey/ Jay Dee/ J Dilla: She'll Be Afraid, Silent Giant and 'Sup
From: Unknown (Unknown)

: WOO-HAH!! Got You All In Check Ft. Rampage The Last Boy Scout
(The Jay Dee Other Shit Remix)
From: Woo-Hah!! Got You All In Check/Everything Remains Raw CD Maxi-Single (Elektra, Feb. 27, 1996)

A: "There's nothing more precious than my Coogi's..."
Fast-forward to R.J. Rice Studios commercial where spray-painted graffiti lists groups who've procured Rice's services - one such group was Slum Village who were introduced to Jay Dee by Q-Tip of A Tribe Called Quest.
Busta Rhymes: Woo-Hah!! Maxi-Single introduced me to the late Jay Dee: Hip Hop's Shy Giant. On this work J Dilla remixed both: "WOO-HAH!! Got You All In Check - The Jay Dee Bounce Remix" (the remix instrumental is also included on the maxi-single) and "WOO-HAH!! Got You All In Check - The Jay Dee Other Shit Remix featuring Rampage The Last Boy Scout" (my favorite of the two).
When artistry sways me to interest I, commonly, inherently delve into the entire body of work of said artist. As foretold, habitually, I systematized my "Jay Dee", as was his foremost moniker, assemblage.
My collection includes several instrumental shorts that I have never heard before be they offered by Detroit sources (Waajeed/Bling47 or otherwise), audioblogs or radio: local, foreign (including BBC 1Xtra's: Benji B nor Gilles Peterson) or pirated (although such offering(s) could have escaped me - however; my doubt is elephantine).
As a consequence of never having a reference for these songs (three (3) of thirty-four (34) previously unreleased songs - oddly all starting with "S") I have named them arbitrarily - as slapdash (no offense intended as I too am guilty) as did DJ O-Dub - such nomenclature is inadvertently artificial. In advance I apologize for any perceived adulteration of J Dilla's music.

*Arvo - afternoon (Australian)
*Arvo arriver - afternoon shorts
*James Yancey/ Jay Dee/ J Dilla (1974-2006)

With all of the events happening around the world to celebrate the life and music of J Dilla, Stone Throws interviewed a few people who knew and worked with him. Stone Throws will be releasing these in a series. Part 1:

Boney M Daddy Cool | Forenoon Tender

A three minute + twenty-nine second lesson for father's amiss in the art of "cool"
*Forenoon tender - deft aurorean post. 

Black Enough Obama?

CITATION REGURGITATION

Image courtesy Poplicks

I found the below portion of a Rolling Stone article titled: 'Destiny's Child' rigorously poignant. The precedent point in the article was with Obama's preliminary polls wherein women, nearly all of them white, responded more intensely and warmly than did men.

"There is an amazing candid moment in Obama's autobiography when he writes of his childhood discomfort at the way his mother would sexualize African-American men. "More than once," he recalls, "my mother would point out: 'Harry Belafonte is the best looking man on the planet.'"
What the focus groups his advisers conducted revealed was that Obama's political career now depends, in some measure, upon a tamer version of this same feeling, on the complicated dynamics of how white women respond to a charismatic black man."

Rolling Stone
rollingstone.com
Issue 1020
February 22, 2007
National Affairs
Destiny's Child
Words by Ben Wallce-Wells

*Citation regurgitation - this is the first of many quoted illustrations

Metalheadbanger

I went to my first heavy metal concert to see Mastodon of whom I'm a fan. Converge also played the show.
Converge was appreciably adequate - decent sans the vocal (singular) which perchance never varied from a one-worded yowl which cacophonously sounded like "war" through at least six songs - the entire set. More bizarre was the vocalist/visual artist Jacob Bannon überDINKY (acronym short for dual (or double) income, no kids yet - yuppie synonym) cadence when introducing a song. Each song was prefaced with the song's meaning. Yet all subsequent vocal (singular, yet again) was stentorian and discordant. Additionally, the same vocal that was used in all precedent songs each having a patchwork of meanings.
Mastodon was mellifluous, intense and accurate. My homeboys all wore earplugs as they nullify the highs and save your ears for future use. I noticed as an affect of the earplugs the bass was amplified and distorted proffering the listener a bass-driven experiential tangibility. Such expansion made a palpable difference delivering bass (drums and guitar(s)) more intensely effortlessly.

RED CENTING
I generally won't dance if I can't feel the beat.
digression arrested

I now know earplugs are the Robitussin® panacea for dancing.

RED CENTING
For clarity: play any music and I'll out dance you. I'm a Harlem, Sugar Hill, 70's breech baby - dig that tangle.
digression arrested

For Mastodon's set I removed the earplugs. They rocked, I jammed.
As of today my ears of are fine. There will be more live heavy metal to come.

ENRICHING URANIUM
The vocals of heavy/death metal are sung in a very atonal style which I deem a comparable child-rearing stand-in for corporal punishment (one I shall employ) and/or overdubbing Evil Dead II (1987).

*Red centing - self-aggradizing and/or imo (in my opinion)
*Enriching uranium - moments in fyi (for your information) yet not arduous nor daffily oblique to understand
*Digression arrested - preceding tangent concluded - thusly, returning to original course


EDITORIAL RENDERING
Funny story about Mastadon. The drummer and 1 guitarist are from Rochester, NY, my hometown. I first saw Mastadon in Minneapolis at a High on Fire show (and if you're a fan of extremely intense, creative, intricate, but accessible doom/heavy metal, you must see that band right now. They are the standard bearers).

I wento the HoF/Mastadon show with some friends, we were all getting drunk in a corner, and I could not see Mastadon when they started to play. After about three songs I thought I recognized the drummer's playing style--kinda like the dude from Primus mixed with punk rock. I got a wierd feeling because they style is pretty unique to some drummers I know in Rochester and Upstate New York. I went to the stage and it was this guy Braun playing behind the band Mastadon. This was three years ago when they were just making a name for themselves.

Flashback to April 1992. I was in a punk/funk band in Rochester called Linus. We were headlining a show, about two hundred people showed up. An emo/new wave band called Either/Or opened for us, and death metal band called Lethargy. Braun was the drummer, just starting out. Our band attracted a lot of jocks and freaks, their band attracted a lot of wanker hicks. They crowds seemed to get along quite well however. The lead singer of Lethargy announced one song: "This one is for my girlfriend, Maggie. I love you." ROAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWWR
RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR (same growl)

Thanksgiving 1998 I am in another band called Boutros Boutros,
a funk/punk band. We used to get on stage wearing Village People costumes, Indian headresses, Boy Scout Uniforms, I usually had yellow rubber gloves and a cod-piece. Our guitarist played in a Turkey costume that night. We showed up late to this show and wound up headlining, playing after Lethargy who had been touring Europe at that point. It was a coming home show for them of sorts, albiet one at a pitiful park pavillion in the boonies of Monroe County. Being so far from the city, EVERY
SINGLE ONE of the bands playing at this all-day show were either hardcore punk, metal or neo-nazi, little did we know. Nonetheless their girlfriends couldn't get enough of our signature funk songs about a pork holocaust, a toast delivery boy, and our biggest ditty "Hamburger Titties." We won over the others when we played PE's "She Watches Channel Zero" with its Slayer rift. Braun was at the show and basically ignored us the whole time. In Rochester, he was the punk Fonzie, basically a hipster, got a lot of ass, and acted like his shit didn't stink, generally an arrogant prick.

In Minneapolis 2003, when I recognized him onstage I went backstage and said what's up. He remembered me, and was like, "Oh yeah, you guys." Was basically like, Yeah, I don't live in Rochester anymore, and ignored me the rest of the night. Fine with me, I never really liked the dude. I got drunk with the dudes from High on Fire the rest of the night. Well.... I had gotten drunk bfore and during the show actually. When I was chilling with the group I toked up a little, turned green, ran to a hotel across the street and told the concierge to call me cab while I straight defiled three of his bathroom stalls for the next hour.

Mastadon/Braun's band's music is amazing. Call me a hater, but I generally won't listen to them because that guy is a dick.

- a perspective -

*Editorial rendering - source: in the vainglorious words of Professor X of the X-Clan, "...is protected by the red, the black, and the green, with a key, sissssiiiiieeeeeeeees! Huh!"
*Mastadon - Mastodon
*Braun - drummer Bränn Dailor