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SNEAKER FIENDS UNITE!

Tuesday, August 11th, 2009

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Are you ready for some football?!?

Football season means another year of the DP dot com Pro Football contest.

The winner scores a pair of kicks from the sneaker fiend himself, DALLAS PENN. This year’s pool is in honor of the best running back in the black and blue division of the NFC North – RYAN GRANT.

ADRIAN PETERSEN?!? Neva heard of him.

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I copped these Nike SB Dunks last week the minute I saw they were making a pair of ‘Green Bays’. Who knows but I’d love to give away a pair of these jammies. Nonetheless, you win the pool you get a fresh pair of Nike Dunks or Air Max.

You want in on this action here’s all you gotta do…

Leave a comment on this thread and you get an invite.

BTW, shouts to CANDACE from the NCAA pool this year. I just remember that I owe you a pair of Dunks for coming in last place. I got you ma!

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Let’s Get Ready To Rumble…

Tuesday, August 11th, 2009

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I haven’t spoken to the nonsense that took place this past weekend. I’m not talking about the Jay-Z Oprah tour through Marcy projects. That was another level of bullshit that I will open up tomorrow. Today is all about the debut of the SlaughterHouse album (and subsequently the Joe Budden digital project on Amalgam). We have waited months for this project to come to fruition and we are still waiting to see if our hopes for rap are confirmed with this group.

At one of the Cali stops for Rock The Bells we learned that the phrase ‘Deeper Than Rap’ just isn’t the title to a Rick Ro$$ album. The arena that rap exists within from time to time switches from microphones to fisticuffs. This goes way back to the gangs that ruled turf in the South Bronx and would have to be consulted before a deejay could set up his soundsystem. Actually, this goes back to Jamaica where soundsystems would have soundclashes that often ended with a stampede and blood spilled.

This is where Hip-Hop takes its DNA from. From the selectors and deejays that traveled the island and came to America with their style of presentation. Remember that Hip-Hop is borne in Harlem Brooklyn and the Bronx not from just Black folks, but from poor people. Who else needs to take electricity from a streetlamp? This presentation was ALL poor people had and if you tried to take it from them or disparage it your ass was in for a fight. Not too much has changed about rap up to this point.

Styles change. The fact that the last 15 years we have seen more artists emerge from middle class and wealthier backgrounds as opposed to the impoverished and working class artists that brought the art culture to prominence. There are still artists though that can remember not having the means. They might not even have the means totally at this point. For those people this rap shit, or this graff shit is ALL THEY HAVE. So don’t be surprised when they defend their only possession with any means necessary. From emotions to physicality.

Most of the people I spoke with took exception to Joe Budden’s anti-Vibe mag outburst all the while admitting that Vibe magazine wasn’t credible enough to describe the difference between shit or Shine-ola. Joe Budden was outrageously emo. This makes him one part honest, one part annoying, and yet still two parts entertaining. The real side of those outbursts is that real people have their emotions bruised on the receiving end [ll]. Does this mean Joe Budden should shut up? Hell no. Does it mean that he should be more cognizant of his words? Of course.

Only the biggest cynic would say that all of these videos featuring musicians which aren’t music videos are for album promotion. I feel like every time I have the chance to sit in the studio with an artist is a chance to get a slice of their daily life. There are going to be things said that may offend people but rarely are those things uttered to be offensive. If a rapper really wants to offend someone he says their name on a record. Otherwise, I don’t listen to shit I see on handi-cam videos.

SlaughterHouse is very similar to Wu-Tang in that these are all men that have lived through poverty and the pitfalls that are inherent to being poor in America. All of these guys have firsthand experience of what living on the bottom looks like. I don’t discount any of them when it comes to getting on the microphone or throwing up some hands. That is the fire that Hip-Hop is borne from. And if it gives me some great music in the process?

Well… Let’s get ready to rumble.

The City That Never Sleeps…

Friday, August 7th, 2009

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I am h8’ing NYC so much right now. It seems that every night there are several events that I really want to fux with but I can’t be in several places at once. I wish BILL GATES would hurry up with that human cloning project.

Last night had an obama with Patron shots and tons of TWitterati. There was another obama where Just Blaze was deejaying. My homeys Heems and Vik a.k.a Das Racist also had a show at the Bowery Ballroom. Das Racist is blowing up on the low. I fux with those dudes hardbody.

Back on the planet of Brooklyn, Prospect Park’s bandshell, which will be hosting Big Daddy Kane this Saturday was screening my generation’s ‘Rocky Horror Picture Show’ which is Prince’s ‘Purple Rain’. I don’t think that film has screened in NYC for the last 10 years and I haven’t been there to sing along. ‘Purple Rain’ is what I call Blackaoke.

But the real karaoke jumpoff was going down in Coney Island. HALL & OATES was doing a concert for the free seaside summer series that the Brooklyn beep MARTY MARKOWITZ hosts annually. This was going to be the first time I had seen these dudes perform live. HALL & OATES blue-eyed soul is definitely part of the soundtrack of my life. I bought the ‘Private Eyes’ album from The Wiz with my paper route paper back when I was in junior high.

I’m glad I found some time to spend with Chocolate Snowflake. She is the most patient and generous woman on these internets. I see that some of my steez has rubbed off on her too. She enterprised us some seats in the wristband VIP area. The show was a beautiful night under the stars in Coney Island. The full moon added that perfect romantic element. HALL & OATES ran through a litany of their hits and didn’t disappoint the crowd of thousands. It’s nights like this I wish would last forever.

DARRYL HALL still had the big hair and diva tendencies while JOHN OATES kindly played the sidekick role as always. I was kind of sad that JOHN shaved off the moustache entirely. These old dudes still rock though and their band was getting it in. HALL & OATES had the nerve to make me suffer though a second encore to get some of my favorite hits like ‘You Make My Dreams’ and ‘No Can Do’. I wasn’t going home without hearing those jams better still, I wasn’t going to let them go home.

Damn you New York City and your free concerts and cultural events.

I’m sure I will see some of you internets in Brooklyn on Saturday.

Until then…


‘You Make My Dreams’


‘Private Eyes’

‘Maneater’


‘I Can’t Go For That (No Can Do)’


‘Say It Isn’t So’


‘One On One’


‘Method Of Modern Love’


‘Out Of Touch’


‘Adult Education’


‘Kiss On My List’


Rap Music Needs Some New Blood…

Tuesday, August 4th, 2009

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Vampires are the hottest shit smoking right now. The HBO program True Blood is killing the television rating for its time slot. The ‘Twilight’ books have supplanted Harry Potter on the best seller lists and anything with a vampire theme is the sexy for corporate America.

Everybody hates Chris (Brown), but everybody loves Dracula. Zombies stay losing. Maybe because they have all those skin problems. Leprosy was never good for bagging bitches. Vampires have all the ill swag. Extra tight jeans. Silky blazers. Necklaces with embedded cocaine snifters.

I was pretty sure that KanYe West’s 808s & Heartbreaks would segue rap music into the age of hedonistic, well dressed, bloodsucking. I loved the album to death, and let’s be honest about vampires. That shit is gheyer than two men having sex.

Some dude choosing a man to live with him for all of eternity is the zenith of gheyosity. But at the end of the day if you look at the overall numbers the amopunt of ghey dudes with disposable income >>> greater than het breeders that make familes and shit. What do you think corporate America gives a fux about?

What rap music needs to do is take their cues from the fact that Jay-Z is dressing in all black again. By going vampire that will be the path for the rap music industry to court the ghey dollars without having to make Fisty Scent post the ghey Lloyd banks video on ThisIs50.com. NaS needs to name his next album Nasferatu.

I got charged into thinking about all of this vampire shit when I stopped by the XXL H.Q. Harris Publishing is now printing one of the freakiest comic titles from way back in my childhood. Vampirella was this cocktease vampire slut that was all about kicking the ass of bad vampires and demons and rapists and child abusers.

Vampirella was hot as fuck too. OMG I wanted to bang her so bad and she knew it. My dad wouldn’t let me buy these comics because he said it had some shit to do with devil worship. If you ask me, working for money is devil worship. I like it better when Harris pays me with premium alcohol. The power company doesn’t like that though (natch).

Now that I am old as shit and my dad has passed away and I write for Harris publishing, I will be reading as much Vampirella as I want and I will be occasionally touching myself in between issues. Vampires are fucking teh ghey, but a vampire chick with body karate that put the lotion on her hands can have my true blood any day of the week.

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Late Nite Super Heroine High-Heeled Hussy Fuckery…

Sunday, August 2nd, 2009

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I’m glad that superheroines aren’t too liberated to keep them from wearing high-heeled hooker boots to do battle.

This hussy late night fuckery was brought to you by copious amounts of alcohol and high-heeled shoes.

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Marvelous Mo does NOT endorse Late Nite Super Heroine High-Heeled Hussy Fuckery