Thursday, August 23, 2007

The news



What happens when you take a guy whose primary talent is enticing people to send him pictures of drunken athletes in exchange for autographed sports memerobilia, and ask him to write a Steelers preview?

A trainwreck-assed list of crap that he posted on his site over the last year, devoid of insight, analysis or novelty. Oh, did I mention it is long enough to make your fucking eyes bleed? Why should anybody be surprised? It's not like he did this before (or even before that).

I'm not telling a story, I'm just reporting the news.

Deadspin.com: (Worst ever) Steelers Season Preview (Since last year)

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Wednesday, August 22, 2007

Nerf 1990

He's back. Stomper, the greatest mascot of all fucking times.


http://view.break.com/354233 - Watch more free videos

More of Stomper (in a hella dumb capacity) previously on Just Sayin.

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A little bit of God so they won’t feel bad about the pimpin



No matter what else you could say about him, David Banner is a really interesting guy. He just did a Q&A with the Fader that is a fascinating read.

Here is an excerpt:
So in me saying that, dude, why is it that all the stuff I done from doing the largest urban benefit concert in history, people don’t want to talk to me about that. People don’t want to talk about that I gave $30,000 cash out in the hood for Christmas. Stood out in the rain. People don’t want to talk about my scholarship program. You know what I’m saying? All that good shit. People love assholes. People love jewelry, sex, fucking and violence. I don’t give a fuck what no American says. That’s what they fucking want. Except the thing about America is they’re so hypocritical, they want to point fingers at everybody else, but if you really want to know, we the fucking problem. America is the motherfucking problem......

everybody knows that young black men, we don’t have nobody that’ll stick up for us. We don’t even stick up for ourselves! We beef with 50 Cent, we beef with TI, we’ll beef with Lil Flip. But when Akon needs someone to come to him because the owner of a club didn’t check the girl’s ID… that wasn’t Akon’s fault! But everybody gonna let that boy stand up and be persecuted......

Last year was the worst year of my life. 2007 has been the best year of my life. And 2006 was when I took the pill, and I realized what the world was really about. It’s not a good place, it’s not about good people. It’s not about the meek. America is not a good place......

When people come to David Banner they want some pimpin, a little bit of violence, a little bit of God so they won’t feel bad about the pimpin and a little bit of revolution just because they know that that’s me. Past that motherfuckers don’t want shit else from David Banner. I tried to be creative, I tried to change music. Fuck that.
"Fuck that." Classic.

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Monday, August 20, 2007

Names for a roller skating jam



Flicks up from Saturday's Hurrah, courtesy of Paul at Philthy.us. Is it just me, or are there a lot of young lookin' folk in these flicks? Either way, a good time was had by all and the shit jumped the fuck off like only a Shawn Ryan- Chris Rogy production can.

Your boy, obviously hurtin from a cold- peep the color:



Jawns had a good time:



The bol who provided the sound (whose name I forget) cheesin it up while Dave P rolls with what looks to be a playbill:



Gracious hosts and Shamu fans Shawn Ryan (r) and Chris Rogy:



Find the photos HERE. It's a flash site, so go and find them under the label "Hurrah 8.18.07."

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Saturday, August 18, 2007

oversized cash



Swizz Beatz - Big Munny

There is so much good shit goin on with the Swizz Beatz album. This is only part of it.

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Friday, August 17, 2007

Fog Machines and Laser Rays



YUUUUUUUUAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!

Friday:

Curtis Vodka, Flufftronix, Steve Bloodbath at the Walnut Room (17th and Walnut).

Illuminea record release party at Johnny Brendas. Members of the band have alternately passed out and/or cleaned my house. Causality is unknown. (Frankford and Girard Avenues, Philly).

Saturday:

Brooklyn:
Skinny Friedman with Dev79, Mr. Andersonic and BD1982 at Capone's (221 N. 9th St.)

Philly:
Apt One World Tour

Opening set at Tech Support 2-Year Anniversary at the Bubble House (34th and Sansom) with Kenny Raw and Properganda.

Headlining set at Hurrah! at Sal's (12th and Walnut) with residents Chris Rogy and Shawn Ryan.

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Thursday, August 16, 2007

Percy, 2006-2007

Although you were barely out of kittenhood, you had us thoroughly under your spell. You were loved by all who met you and knew you and we will all miss you. We will never forget you or your adorable little habits. Rest in peace little guy. We'll see you again someday.

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Don't axe me what my name is



Yesterday, a feature on me and the bol Skinny came out in the Philadelphia Weekly, penned by the oracle himself, Dirty South Joe. Here's an excerpt:
Self-described “nerds who like their records,” the Philadelphyinz sound is a winning combination of eclecticism and familiarity.

“You can’t be the panderer, but you can’t be the snob either,” Friedman says. “A crowd has to have something to latch onto, otherwise they’re not gonna stick around.”

Fichman agrees: “We do best by walking the line between being DJs who play what people want to hear, and doing more creative stuff and trying to take people places. We try to go all out in learning about a lot of genres that aren’t mainstream, but can be incorporated into our set.”
The piece looks great in print, with a half-page text-in-photo spread. The photographer who did the shoot knew exactly what he was doing to get that page to look sharp.

And like McFadden and Whitehead done told you- ain't no stoppin us now (like there was any stopping us before, either).

Philadelphia Weekly: What's Up With... Philadelphyinz

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Monday, August 13, 2007

The couch



And....we're back

Some news and notes first:

-New Philebrity piece up today. Prognostication of Phillies doom. A new bestseller.

-Cousin Cole lit shit on fire this past Saturday. If you weren't there, you're a fucking sucker.

OK, and now for the televisional internets:



A clip of the 1979 release party for Canadiens legend Guy Lafleur's instructional disco album. See if you can spot the guy from Lime or Gino Soccio (I can't). [AOL Fanhouse]



A little clip Emynd found of Peedi Crakk at White Tees in May. You may remember the post-show wrapup we did over here. [Crossfaded Bacon]

But a blog post in August of 2007 just wouldn't be much of a post without some obligatory Crank Dat dances. Here, for your approval- Crank Dat Ryu, Crank Dat Folger Boy and Crank Dat Lion King. WOW.





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Friday, August 10, 2007

Fog Machines and Laser Rays



Game time

Friday

The Budos Band of Daptone Records fame plays World Cafe Live. Our homeboy Jared Tankel needs you to go and show your respect for his barritone sax game. (32nd and Walnut).


Saturday


If you've been paying any attention, you already know by now. Cousin Cole drops in to bless Philadelphyinz with his drink and his 2-step. Medusa Lounge, 21st and Chestnut, No Cover.

Take a listen to some of the tracks and mixes we've posted over the last week here.


Edit: I've just learned that Tony Wilson, the founder of Factory Records, the force behind Joy Division, New Order and the Happy Mondays, has died of cancer at the age of 57. RIP.

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Wednesday, August 08, 2007

Meta wave II



So, as is our new tradition here at Just Sayin, we dedicate a few posts to our upcoming guest at Philadelphyinz. This Saturday, we welcome Cousin Cole to Medusa Lounge, 21st and Chestnut Streets. We posted a few of his tracks earlier in the week.

Here are some more, including a mix:

Cousin Cole- Chicken Moose Rhino Monkey (Part 2)

Fat Joe, Lil' Wayne, R Kelly etc.,- Make It Rain (Cousin Cole Remix)

Here's the jernt tho:

Cousin Cole and Pocketknife- Flagrant Fowl MiniMegaMix

Tracklist:

0:00 Wale - Good Girls (Cousin Cole Remix)
1:23 Spank Rock - What It Look Like (Pocketknife's Poppinspiel the Glockenspiel Remix)
2:49 Arthur Russell - She's The Star (Pocketknife's Continual Cornfield Remix) *
4:21 Joanna Newsom - The Book of Right-On (Pocketknife's Scowling Owl Remix)
7:05 Cousin Cole - Untitled (Rave Grobbing)
9:06 Cousin Cole - Bam a Lam *
10:57 Cousin Cole - Chicken Moose Rhino Monkey (Part One)
12:40 Salt & Pepa - Push It (Cousin Cole Bonus Beats)
13:09 Pocketknife - Wyld Ignition Thang (Pocketknife's Oh Pee Pee Masher) *
14:35 Cousin Cole - Ignition Remix Remix *
15:35 Cat Power - Free (Pocketknife's Give It Away Remix)
16:40 Cousin Cole - Who's Your Daddy
18:08 Marvin Gaye & Tammy Terrell - Ain't No Mountain High Enough (Cousin Cole Disco Mix)
19:15 Love Is All - Make Out Fall Out Make Up (Cousin Cole Edit)
21:28 Jesus & Mary Chain - Just Like Honey (Cousin Cole Edit) *

* From the "Tougher Than Featherz" EP

WATCH OUT FOR "BAM A LAM"- Ram Jam Remix ooooh snap!

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Tuesday, August 07, 2007

for the good of humanity

"T-Pain's voice is hardly without feeling. There is an ache in his computerized coo: He isn't just horny, he's lovelorn. But T-Pain represents a kind of symbolic severing of African-American music from its traditional emotionalism, from its fervent gospel roots."

kill jody rosen before he kills again.

i mean, even if he's kind of right, this point is so obvious that teddy pain's entire career is like god's attempt at a satirical comment/analogy about the heavy-handedness of the movie crash. (disclaimer: i haven't seen crash but i heard it was about as nuance as...well, a t-pain song)

i'm all about overthinking pop music, especially southern urban hits. just ask gw9k's boy jesse, whose first conversation with me was unfortunately a one-sided affair in which i expounded upon the brilliance of trap muzik for like 15 minutes. somehow, we're still buddies.

but anyways, jody rosen is a fucking awful writer who doesn't deserve to be called a bootleg tom breihan.

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Monday, August 06, 2007

Meta wave



I spent a good three hours in the car a few weekends ago in and around Philly- most of them in the fucking parking lot at Citizens Bank Park, where Skinny, the bol Dos Noun, Andy and I saw the Phillies SPANK the Pirates. Frankly, it's just crushing when you see your team pitted against a decent, well-run franchise. People feel so bad for the Pirates that even the most notoriously mean-spirited Phillies fans couldn't bring themselves to insult me as I walked around the stadium in a Bucs hat and jersey. That's when you know you've hit rock bottom. (My Philebrity column, due up sometime today, addresses this shame in more detail- I'll add the link when it goes live.)

Anyways, the reason I mention this is that all my hours in the car (I spent some time moving about 1500 of my records to my new crib) resulted in my longest continuous string of Top-40 Rap Radio-listening in a while. Usually I'll catch the late night mix shows on Power 99 if I'm driving at night and in one of the areas of the city where my iPod radio transmitter doesn't function (like 25% of the damn city). But I don't really tune in that often. Turns out, there's a reason I stopped listening to pop radio more than 15 years ago- they play the same shit over and over again. Sometimes, though, they play the ill jam a bunch of times, but not on the regular. One track I find myself inexplicably liking is Cassidy's Drink and My 2 Step. The track itself is pretty goofy, but it brings me to MY POINT (finally!).

For all of you out there who read JS2000 on the regular, we gots to get you prepped for our boy, Cousin Cole (his myspace here), who is set to come through to Medusa Lounge for Philadelphyinz on August 11th. This will be his first Philly appearance, and for those who don't know, dude is pretty much just rocking the world-wide remix game at the moment.

Here is Cole's remix of Drink and My 2 Step and a few others. We'll post more as the week goes on.

Cassidy vs. Cousin Cole- Drink and My 2 Step

Charlotte Gainsbourg- The Operation (Cousin Cole Remix) (right click to download- originally from Palms Out Sounds)



In other news, big up to Discobelle for, uh, big-upping me. My Freestyle meets France track I posted up last week, When I Hear Mehdi is pushing 600 downloads as of this posting and I've heard a report that the track was being bumped in clubs as far as Cleveland this past weekend. I have more Swedish myspace buddies today than I did yesterday. Malmo, here we come!

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Friday, August 03, 2007

Fog Machines and Laser Rays



To get yinz ready for the weekend, here's a track I banged out about a week back that runs on super duper dancefloor destruction. Shit's got the internet goin' nuts.

Apt One- When I Hear Mehdi (320k for the DJs)

Now the goods:

Friday

-Z-Trip, Aceyalone, Gift of Gab and our superhomie Stumble (me and dude was killin the Bub House last night) at the TLA.
-Spank Rock XXXchange et al. at Silk City.
-The uberwhoadies White Ts White Belts at the Arts Garage- 15th and Parrish ($10 for all-you-can-drink-until-it-runs-out, BYOB otherwise). Starts at midnight.
-One of the OGs of Baltimore club, DJ Technics, makes his first ever Philly appearance at Fluid.

Saturday

-We put the Hurrah boys onto Medusa after we had them guest there a few months back. This month, they start their own Medusa night called "Sex From Above." When Death From Above gets pissed at them, they'll know they've made it. 21st and Chestnut, Free.

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Thursday, August 02, 2007

parallels

Sunday's trip the ballpark with GW9K and Dos (Just Sayin's resident authority on lean and Tupac's wardrobe) was nothing short of a requiem for our Pirates fandom. The Bucs dropped the series to the Phillies, despite a decent outing by Ian Snell and a less-anemic-than-usual performance at the plate by the whole squad. What they could not do which the Phillies could do, of course, was get consecutive hits. So while Nate McLouth's line drive homer was our lone run, the Phillies put up three by the 6th inning. Shawn Chacon entirely shit the bed and gave up like three walks and a double or something, by which time there was no going back.

When not discussing the myriad ways in which Dos is poorly equipped to handle a sunny day at the park, recurring topics danced around the non-fandom of being a Pirates fan. Black and gold was omnipresent, but none of it was met with the usual Philly goon business. You rock the wrong colors to most games, you have to watch your back. But the Pirates are so non-threatening--almost docile--that the game becomes a celebration of Pennsylvanian solidarity. It might as well be the state fair.

Only recently have I come to appreciate the gloom with which Pirates approach the season. How naive of me to think it was just a coincidence that promising young players fall the fuck off upon reaching the Pirates. How silly to think it was a mere coincidence that our seemingly mediocre pitchers hit greener pastures and blossom into all-stars. My father and GW9K's father both independently determined that Oliver Perez had to--had to!--have been juicing to have dropped off so intensely after a season of such brilliance. And yet look whose can't lose now that he's escaped the black and gold.

Ian Snell seems to be the only player who has the correct attitude for withstanding a tenure in PNC Park: pure spite. A true competitor, Snell sees his time in Pittsburgh as a chance to learn to not only win without run support, but to accept and shake-off bullpen losses. He knows the Pirates add a run and a half to your ERA and cost you at least eight wins. If it were up to him, he would be throwing with wrist and ankle weights. Not like anyone's watching, right?

My feelings about the Pirates are about on par with my feelings about the war in Iraq. I wholeheartedly support the human machinery on the ground actively striving for victory, but I absolutely abhor the cynical, detached assholes who put them there. And like Donald Rumsfeld, Dave Littlefield seems to time his grand errors to smash wayward moments of hope.

The Matt Morris deal. Wow.

Take a gander at the other Bad Baseball Teams, and nowhere will you find the depths of despair that you find in my home town. Do a quick blog search and you will find Royals fans content to have shed the unreliable, aging Octavio Dotel for the just unreliable Kyle Davies. You will find Devil Rays fans generally pleased to have exchanged Ty Wiggington, one of, like, six decent utility players on the roster, and among the oldest and most fragile, for a Dan Wheeler who can actually close should need be. Trading deadline aside, the Roylas are turning a corner, with a new GM and a load of young talent. The Rays also have an ungodly number of prospects, not to mention the entertainment value added by Eljah Dukes and Delmon Young. Other stinkers--Cincinnati, Texas, etc--are just in rebuilding years.

GW9K says he's seen dudes in Philly ("bols") wearing Pirates hats just like an alternate Phillies cap. And even for those of us who actually rep western PA proudly, the sharp gold "P" is more about the city than the team, an early American rune that we can wear more proudly than the logo for a manufacturing trade organization or a fat arctic bird, even though those teams actually win games. As the number of seasons without so much as a glance at a winning record pile up like slag, the athletic significance of that logo has damn near disappeared.

Go Twins.

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Wednesday, August 01, 2007

chad johnson, video star

the dude chad johnson is running a video contest on yahoo!, which he half-asses magnificently, and i wrote about it over at the real site. but in the process of digging up the clip of chad johnson v. a horse, i found...chad johnson doing stand-up. enjoy.

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