If a McDonald’s Happy Meal doesn’t decompose after six months then maybe if I eat one a day I will live forever?
Or at least I won’t need to be embalmed.
Archive for the ‘H.A.M.’ Category
I’m Climbing A Stairway 2 Heaven…
Wednesday, October 13th, 2010This Is Hip-Hop…
Tuesday, September 28th, 2010
Sometimes I forget what is Hip-Hop.
But then I remember why God made the YouTubes.
Das Racist Is From The Future…
Saturday, September 25th, 2010
Being an Internets Celebrity isn’t always all low-brow glamorous like eating an extra value crispy chicken meal at Wendy’s. Like all the best low paying professions there’s some work involved in doing this. It’s good for me that I like this job.
Das Racist invited me to hang out with them at the release party for their latest mixtape project ‘Sit Down, Man’. You might imagine that the tripster darlings of the internets know how to throw a party. Well I’ll confirm the yes. It starts with letting anyone who arrives early get their drink on gratis of the producing party promoting Cerberus – Greedhead, Mad Decent and Mishka.
A few bands that DR fux with opened the stage up for them. Tecla Esposito, who is also part of the retro electro galactic R & B band Gordon Voidwell was the first act. I think I’m in love with her. Keepaway brought an Amish drum and bass rockstar vibe to the party. Next was Maluca Mala who made me think she could be the daughter of Sheila E. and Prince, if they had ever mated.
Das Racist was due to perform next but my glass slipper was about to become a wooden clog because I had to scramble back to Brooklyn to record the Combat Jack Radio Show. I missed the DR set but these folks caught it and liked it.
Here’s a link to the mixtape. Definitely give them a spin
HO SIT DOWN!
Saturday, September 25th, 2010
Bishop Long showing off his new iPhone [ll]
Back in the days in the Black church, and I’m assuming we all know what the Black church is… The Black church is the base support of brands like Oprah Winfrey and Tyler Perry. Back in the days in the Black church you knew where all the gheys were. The choir, natch. And it was accepted. And the music was good. The pastor/reverend/deacon/preacher was still a philanderer, but it was that classic vanilla boy on girl shit. Okay maybe the reverend might add another chick to the mix and a few lines of cocaine, but this was how it was down.
Meanwhile, the white church was a steady stream of fags and altar boys who got their asscheeks spread for God’s glory. The Catholic church was at one time the single greatest landowner throughout New York City but they have had to sell off acres of their land holdings to satisfy clandestine lawsuits of sexual impropriety. Integration has finally come to the church. I think Martin Luther King Jr. foresaw this in a dream after a ménage à trois in Memphis.
I’m never surprised when I learn that the Creflo Dollar types of ministries implode. The abuse can usually be traced to the minister’s name. You have to know that a preacher with the last name Dollar is gonna be a tax cheat. Just like some dude named Long is gonna make people get familiar with his johnson [ll]. Oh, and he’s based in Atlanta? Definite homo status. Nullus.
These preachers have congregations that outnumber concert attendance. Are they that nice with the word?! Or are people so confused and beat down that they just want to grab a hold of something [ll] and they flock to the biggest spectacle with the largest crowds? I’m sorry for the people that believe in these preachers as if they were supposed to be something other than a human with the normal selfish desires [ll]. Eddie Long is going to be a lot poorer for those desires. Maybe he can hit up his boy Creflo for a dollar?
SEPARATED @ BIRTH: Papa Don’t Preach…
Saturday, September 25th, 2010
Read here as CNN’s Roland Martin uses his pulpit to tell Bishop Eddie Long to sit the fux down.