Monday, October 29, 2007

representin' my nuts.

Hi. I'm Relative Q, previously spotted on this blog making shitty motivational posters about electrofunk and talking to Whoadie about Formula 1. I thought I'd introduce myself with a gift to you, the loyal readers of Just Sayin. Fuck. Who am I kidding? It's a shameless plug. Listen to my goddamn mixtape.

Relative Q - The More Things Change The More They Stay The Same

Partial Arts - Trauermusik [Kompakt]
Stephan Bodzin - Turbine [Herzblut]
Smash TV - Air [BPitch Control]
Bloody Mary - Emma Pt 2 [Sender]
Jesse Somfay - This Fragile Addiction [Traum]
Ellen Allien & Apparat - Do Not Break [BPitch Control]
Kaliber - Kaliber 15 B2 [Kaliber]
Trentemoller - Polar Shift [Poker Flat]
Ellen Allien - Go [BPitch Control]
Ada - Maps [Areal]

I'll be back later on with some sarcastic posts about obscure disco records or something. Easy.

Sunday, October 28, 2007

Eggshell lifestyle

Your guest writer for the day is Dos Noun

I read Skinny's post on TI's arrest for attempting to purchase machine guns via a proxy (his bodyguard, makes one wonder if weed carriers will soon revert to a more gully site featuring gunsels) and also examined the various opinions on the subject furnished courtesy of the links. People say TI is stupid. People say TI loves guns. I can't make any educated deductions on what the cat likes or his general IQ but I will say something that most people didn't seem to pick up on.

We look at someone who is by dint of his wealth or fame is in the public eye. When he suffers consequences related to his actions and we always analyze what they did from the context of our own lives. This invariably leads to condemnation of the person in question as being stupid, self destructive. But that is not the reason why he did those things. Let's examine the matter with an eye unsullied by sensationalism and a with smidgen of empathy.

Ok, TI grew up in the hood in Atlanta. Like many kids in the hood in Atlanta he hustled to survive and cultivated a persona that was probably far scarier than the actual person, hence this TI TIP duality struggle and the like, something we have seen before in Pac and Ras Kass among others. So, short story shorter, TI sells crack, gets caught, gets on and blows the fuck up. He is savvy and has the ability to make commercial songs without sounding like a tool or succumbing to his region's wack music/minstrel show tendencies (not to say that every other region in the nation isn't doing the same shit, but as of now the South has the crown. NY held it when Puffy and Mase were churning out minstrelsy garbage that people reminisce on nowadays as if it's classic).

Life has changed for TI. He used to wake up on a plastic mattress cover when the Atlanta sun had sweated his bed damp each morning with its unrelenting humidity. He used to sit in a hoopty with fifty bones worth or crack in his sock and work all day to keep his lights on and his shoes clean. Now dude does shows for arenas and is a bonafide millionaire. We have seen the cliche so many times that we forget what it means to someone who lived it. He has multiple cribs, fucks models, has a chartered jet and wears outfits that cost more than the house he grew up in. Now this means a lot of things but lets focus on one central point: it makes him a sore thumb with a target sign on his back. He is a twenty something, black millionaire celebrity, who in the previous presidential administration was hustling for hundred bills and day and trying not to get killed.

Now many people want to kill TI. Everywhere he goes young men who live like him see his chains, his cash, his cars, just what he represents and they HATE him for it. They hate him with a venom far more potent than the law enforcement agencies who popped him. They know what he has relative to them and they want it. They can't imagine living in a two parent upper middle class household and going to college in search of a six figure salary. That is alien to them. What they do know is he rose from grinding poverty to get everything they will never have. For this they want him dead.

Following a show in Cinci, TI and his entourage exited the club and walked right into an ambush. There was no attempt at robbery. He and his people walked out the club and got cut to pieces by a group of 'nati dudes firing into them at near point blank range. Imagine the terror of being trapped like that outside your favorite live music bar, the smell of cordite, the disorienting feeling of being knocked down by bullets, cradling your best friend in your arms as he dies. TI's manager, confidante, advisor, and overall number one friend was killed that night. Almost everyone with him was shot. He survived and lived to remember a cardinal rule: Whenever you get off your flight at a new city one of the first things you do is search a contact who can provide you with automatic firearms that you will need several times year to survive the walk from your stage to your car.

In getting popped, his main error, in my opinion was not making sure who he was dealing with was legit. You can't bring your gats on the plane. The tour bus gets searched. If you want to live you are going to need a place to get fresh weapons. Especially when it is a concert or awards show situation where packs of wolves from all over the country congregate to stick up and kill rappers. This is an actual occupation (although it is supplemented by knocking over dope kingpins as well) that 50 touched on ever so briefly. Heads thought he was kidding. He wasn't. Sadat X from the afrocentric classical staple Brand Nubian is doing time on a gun charge. Mos Def and Kweli got stopped after their Pittsburgh show in 1998 that most on this blog attended. The cops found 45's and glocks in their car. When it comes down to playing by our rules and dying or their own and getting knocked, most rappers prefer some jail to certain death. Where's the common sense in not doing so?

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Thursday, October 25, 2007


Picture taken 1PM today, 11th and Chestnut Streets, Philadelphia. LOL action provided by Relative Q.

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Tuesday, October 23, 2007

Vote Early, Vote Often

I have a favor to ask of you, dear reader- I've been nominated for the title Best Local DJ in the Philadelphia City Paper Choice Awards. Help me out by voting for me once or a hundred times, at the link below.

I've made a cursory campaign pledge, and that is to end the Iraq war and provide free drugs and Segways to everybody.

You don't have to vote in any other category, just go to Section 14 and vote for Apt One, and then submit your ballot.

Click Here To Vote

I've got some tough competition- Dave P of Making Time, ?uestlove of the Roots and others, but with your help and your vote, we can build a better America for our children.

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Monday, October 22, 2007

My wig they wanna peel it back

So Skinny and I have spent about $170,000 on marketing consultants this year trying to cultivate a "new" image for our Disc Jockeying and classical music performance careers.

Skinny is contemplating a switch to "Trent Holograms" and undertaking a 9 step personal metamorphasis project that is going to involve a lot of therapy and elective surgery, so we're holding off.

Right now we are working on a potential new persona for me named Mickey Dreidels. If we like what we get, I might change my government name to that. It's not altogether that different from my current name. It really depends if we can get this done before taxes, and if so, whether I write it off.

We'd like suggestions because we think an open creative process will yield better results. Here's what we've got for me so far:

-I eschew traditional sherm in favor of cigarettes dipped in snake venom. I had to wrestle cobras in order to get the sherm, and then I played a crazy 6000 person warehouse party in Bujumbura
-I get my records from the East German secret police record pool
-I produce using a micro korg I got specially engineered to be so large that it needs its own room in my house
-Wayne Gretzky does the cuts on my new album
-I reject traditional Judaism in favor of a more contemporary version that includes the Joy of Cooking in the Pentatuch
-I ghost-wrote the Canadian national anthem
-I bought one of those giant inflatable carnival rooms that you jump around in. It's on my front porch.
-I don't have shoe deal but I do have a sock deal.
-I denounce the New York Times editorial which labeled me as "a threat to the region" and "one of the most ruthless dictators we've seen since the time of Stalin." Most of the facts they cited were inaccurate.

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Friday, October 19, 2007

There's a new kid in town

I've started contributing to a new blog with a bunch of my Philly DJ/record nerd types. It's called Dollar Bin Jams and it's a pretty much straight up and down mp3 blog with an emphasis on vinyl rips and classic tracks. I just put up my first post over there today.

Check it out at


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Thursday, October 18, 2007

the thing you know best...

TI likes guns the way Jay Leno likes cars. Jay Leno doesn't need a grip of cars, he just likes them. He's rich, it's his hobby, he buys a lot of whips. TI might just be a gun nut with a lot of money and a violent upbringing which left him with an encyclopedic knowledge of firearms. Now that he's got more money than god, dude is buying mad guns.

Jay and Tom both come through with good thoughts on the subject, and I don't argue with either of one of them.

I'm just saying, this could be very very simple.


Tuesday, October 16, 2007

The Couch

Camp Lo- Lucini. Greatest rap song ever? It's not a crazy assertion.

Annie- Heartbeat (MSTRKRFT Remix). One of my favorite bloghaus-ish tracks to drop in the club. I don't think this video is official, but it's cool nonetheless. MSTRKRFT plays at Transit this weekend with our pals Shawn Ryan, White Ts White Belts and Steven Bloodbath.

Tommy Hill f/ Freeway- Society Hill. This video pretty much epitomizes early 00's Philly on some Channel 7 public access shit.

Hood cowboys in Philly. One of the craziest things about Philly is that there are a whole bunch of stables in the hoods in North, South and West Philly. Wake up one day and walk outside, and there are a bunch of dudes in fresh Timbs, white tees and crisp jeans riding horses down your street like it ain't no thang.

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Friday, October 12, 2007

Fog Machines and Laser Rays

After last weekend's blowout nanners-ness, I think it's time to dial it up again, no?



Digitalism is at Making Time. If you don't have a degenerative vowel-dropping neuropsychological condition from regularly FRKNG OUT LIKE A CRZY PRSON, holler at this. Transit, 6th and Spring Garden.



Philadelphyinz returns to its native environment for a night of straight off the handle bangalangs and sexual crip-walking. What?

Be there dummy. Flyer up top. Medusa Lounge, 21st and Chestnut, Free.


Cousin Cole and Jones @ Savalas. Bangers and dry wit. Codpiece flyer can be found here.

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Wednesday, October 10, 2007


Not long after we were written up in the Philadelphia Weekly, my homeboy Richie got at me and said that he'd read the article and that he "had no idea you guys were a production team. I had always thought you guys were just DJs." [Buzzer sound] means "incorrect." So dude says to me he says "you guys should do some remixes for this album we're putting out." Uh, hell yeah doggie.

Richie is in this totally ridiculous band from Philly called Hail Social from Polyvinyl Records. Usually, when they're being described, it's as something of a modern Hall and Oates- a description somewhere in the neighborhood of awesome. They are putting together a remix album with various reworks, rerubs and dubs of their recent album Modern Love and Death. Granted, Pitchfork hated the OG album, but that just scored extra points for HS, as far as we were concerned. Other remixers include heavy hitters Cosmo Baker, Pink Skull, Sta, Eli Escobar and surely some others I've forgotten.

Anyway, the song we chose to remix is called "One U Love," a really catchy and melodic tune that we instantly took to. You can hear the original on their myspace page (as of this writing). It was a challenge to work with but we turned it pretty inside out into a a strange kind of hybrid between roller disco, new jack swing and Baltimore Club. Oh, and Hall and Oates. Will let you know when the album officially comes out, but we've been authorized to share the tracks. Enjoy!

Hail Social- One U Love (Philadelphyinz Remix)

Hail Social- One U Love (Philadelphyinz Remix Instrumental)

Both files are zshare links @ 320k.

Let us know what you think!

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Tuesday, October 09, 2007

Shit just got real...

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Monday, October 08, 2007

Punch em in da mahf!

Skinny and I watched the Steelers DISMANTLE the Seahawks yesterday in Brooklyn, and then we went and made this track CERTIFIED CLUB BANGER.

Philadelphyinz- Pittsburgh Club Anthem (320k for the DJs)

If you aren't from Pittsburgh, know that this is a remix of the Steelers' fight song that was released in the early 90s and is reworked every year to contain the names of current players.

More new tracks are on the way later this week.

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Saturday, October 06, 2007

And they who playeth the D Block went forth into Brooklyn, and God said "It Was Good"

Our homey Ian Meyer took some flicks last night. Check them out here. It's coming back net month.


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Friday, October 05, 2007

Fog Machines and Laser Rays


That is all.

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Monday, October 01, 2007

cuz i'm tha boss

This is the video for Havoc's single "I'm the Boss." Yeah, Havoc from Mobb Deep made a solo album. It's weird that they're still around. It's weird that Hav spends four bars talking about his sex tape. Tell us Hav, why they tryna get they hands the sex tape?

Here's a few hundred words on Mobb Deep's career I wrote for Pop Matters last year. It pretty much sums up everything I think about post-Biggie Mobb Deep.

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