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As a kid, two groups were seemingly responsible for the bass thumping treble ranging from my brother’s clock-radio speakers: Wu-Tang and Beastie Boys. The boroughs of NYC are a world away from NE PDX, but by the time I visited the City in college, indelible rap lines buried deep in my temporal lobe came to life, as foreign streets somehow felt familiar. And previously in high school, as the first gulp from my inaugural Brass Monkey made its way along my throat lining, a similar paradox: “this shit tastes exactly how I knew it would.”
It’s interesting how events, words or smells evoke childhood memories. Some make you happy, some make you sad and some make you smile and tear at the same time. The latter proving my sentiment upon reading of Adam Yauch’s passing. Cheers MCA, I got the bottle and this Brass Monkey is to you.
The week work has finally met its match. (sip) And while the image may resemble the weather here in NY, it doesn’t resemble the mood. (sip) Hailing from the windy city responsible for the edifice above, this guy I know dropped the following song without a title. See what I did there? Hint: this guy I know. Pshh while you are probably thinking, “When is this shitty post going to end?” (sip) I just want to say, thank God it’s Friday. Yeah, T.G.I.F. Otherwise, three martinis for lunch might be seen as excessive…
The worst part about getting what you want is that now you have something to lose. There’s fearlessness in being a loser—all you have are risks to take, things to venture, things to gain. There’s a world of possibility open, and anything seems worth the risk because there’s nothing of value to hold onto yet. All you have are the silver linings to discover in your dark clouds—because you need those, to keep looking.
Kaytradamus remixing the most soulful woman on the planet, save for Lauren Hill. Sometimes I wonder what it feels like to be a black woman with a bangin’ hair and voice combo like Erykah. Probably hella good.
Masta Ace you so sweepy. For real though this song is about rappers getting jacked by the women they bring back. Now, I’m a 2nd wave feminist, so forgive me if I think he deserves this 100 percent. Someone has to balance out the misogyny in this world. As for the production of this gem, this is the first from Masta Ace’s highly anticipated LP collaboration with MF Doom: MA_Doom: Son of Yvonne. Classic Doom flute and choppy drums gives the stuttered flow folks have come to expect.
Dennis, I’d like some whiskey too. Kudi, I’d like more music from you. If that means hanging out with Dennis more, that’s cool, just don’t become dependent. That guy will get you drunk and all, but what do you think he wants out of this relationship?