Wednesday, October 30, 2002



It's just Justin.

Sunday, October 27, 2002

i've got news for you: SHE IS

Further to the earlier post about Pope being Comics Jesus: he needs to watch out because young punks like Becky Cloonan are going to run up on his ass, beat him down, and snatch his crown. Interview here. It's not just an excuse to post another cool-as-fuck picture, 'kay?



Black and white, ink on the hands, DIY, fanzine shit. You know you love it. Now I am off to eat pasta and watch Enterprise like a sad geekboy motherfucker.
A shout-out to the people at GR (Get Retarded) Blog, who sent me a very nice e-mail about this blog despite the fact that I update it about once a month and never spend as much time writing about hip-hop and politics and shit as I should. But yeah, cheers, and extra props for having the following words of wisdom from Ghostface Killah on their site when I went to check it out:


"See, I'm one of them brothers that love how certain words sound. You could tell that by how I just named [a track] "Nutmeg" on the album. "Nutmeg." You know, it ain't got nothing to do with nutmeg, but it's "Nutmeg." I love the scent of nutmeg, and I love how it sounded at that time, so that's what it became."


Yet further evidence that Ghostface Killah is obsessed with food. 'Nutmeg', incidentally, is one of my favourite Ghostface tracks, probably one of my favourite Wu-Tang tracks period, although it goes without saying that there's a hell of a lot of competition. Anyway, if you're one of those lucky people with Soulseek of whaddeva permanently hooked up, and you've not heard the song in question before, get it now. It's all about the guitar sample and what may be an oboe (what, don't look at me, I can't tell instruments apart, I suck), and the completely surrealist lyrics like "Scooby snack jurassic plastic gas booby trap". It is the DOPEST.


Now I'm going to have to go listen to Supreme Clientele again...
we can do it to each other like a sister and a brother

News just in: Paul Pope still Jesus.

Non-believers, lookee here...



(Although, you know, I still think the Blues Explosion are one of the most overrated bands on the planet. White kids really have no clue, do we?)