Wednesday, December 26, 2012

Pic of the Day

Eddie Vedder crowd surf

Movie of the Day

Title: Robin Hood: Men in Tights
Director: Mel Brooks
Writers: Mel Brooks, J. David Shapiro, Evan Chandler
Starring: Cary Elwes, Richard Lewis, Roger Rees, Amy Yasbeck, Avery Schreiber, Dave Chappelle, Tracey Ullman

Song of the Day

Title: Bring the Noise
Artist: Public Enemy feat. Anthrax
Album: It Takes a Nation of Millions to Hold Us Back



Bass, How low can you go?
Death row. What a brother knows.
Once again, back is the incredible
The rhyme animal
The incredible D, Public Enemy Number One
"Five-O" said, "Freeze!" and I got numb
Can I tell 'em that I really never had a gun?
But it's the wax that the Terminator X spun
Now they got me in a cell 'cause my records, they sell
'Cause a brother like me said, "Well...
...Frarrakhan's a prophet and I think you ought to listen to
What he can say to you, what you ought to do."
Follow for now, power to the people, say,
"Make a miracle, D, pump the lyrical"
Black is back, all in, we're gonna win
Check it out, yeah y'all c'mon, here we go again

[Chorus] 

Turn it up, bring the noise [x2]

Never badder than bad 'cause the brother is madder than mad
At the fact that's corrupt as a senator
Soul on roll, but you treat it like soap on a rope
'Cause the beats in the lines are so dope
Listen for lessons I'm saying inside music that the critics are all blasting
Me for
They'll never care for the brothers and sisters 
Now across the country has us up for the war

We got to demonstrate, come on now, they're gonna have to wait
Till we get it right
Radio stations I question their blackness
They call themselves black, but we'll see if they'll play this

[Chorus]


Get from in front of me, the crowd runs to me
My DJ is warm, he's X, I call him Norm, ya know
He can cut a record from side to side 
So what, the ride, the glide should be much safer than a suicide
Soul control, beat is the father of your rock'n'roll
Music for whatcha, for whichin', you call a band, man
Makin' a music, abuse it, but you can't do it, ya know
You call 'em demos, but we ride limos, too
Whatcha gonna do? Rap is not afraid of you
Beat is for Sonny Bono, beat is for Yoko Ono
Run-DMC first said a DJ could be a band
Stand on its feet, get you out your seat
Beat is for Eric B. and LL, as well, hell
Wax is for Anthrax, still it can rock bells
Ever forever, universal, it will sell
Time for me to exit, Terminator X-it

[Chorus]

From coast to coast, so you stop being like a comatose
"Stan my man, the beat's the same with a boost toast
Rock with some pizzazz, it will last. Why you ask?
Roll with the rock stars, still never get accepted as
We got to plead the Fifth, we can't investigate
Don't need to wait, get the record straight
Hey, posse's in effect, got the Flavor Terminator
X to sign checks, play to get paid
We got to check it out down on the avenue
A magazine or two is dissing me and dissing you 
Yeah, I'm telling you

Artist of the Day

Christian Marclay, 1955-present, American multi-media artist

Thought of the Day

I've never understood the concept of buying a car with a surplus of horsepower when the speed limit in America is at most 70 mph.

Quote of the Day

Many men go fishing all of their lives without knowing that it is not fish they are after. - Henry David Thoreau

Sunday, December 23, 2012

Cultural Void

He wanted out he said
Things aren't what they used to be
30 years in the game he used to love
30 years since it lost its way to G

A culture played out in studios and arenas
Meant to be portrayed in parks
And welcoming street corners
Where fish MCs turned into sharks

Presently it's the same old song
All that's heard is coke and birds
Devoid of flow and spoken word
Lost in the bottom of a bong

Or the bottom of a bottle
Pipe dreams drifting down the drain
Blasted away full throttle
By hollow tips and acid rain.


Pic of the Day

Budweiser Clydesdales

Movie of the Day

Title: Miracle on 34th Street
Director: George Seaton
Writer: George Seaton
Starring: Maureen O'Hara, John Payne, Natalie Wood, Edmund Gwenn, Porter Hall, Gene Lockhart

Song of the Day

Title: Blood Bank
Artist: Bon Iver
Album: Blood Bank Single


Well, I met you at the blood bank
We were looking at the bags
Wondering if any of the colors
Matched any of the names we knew on the tags

You said, see look that's yours
Stacked on top with your brother's
See how they resemble one another
Even in their plastic little covers

And I said I know it well
That secret that you know but don't know how to tell
It fucks with your honor and it teases your head
But you know that it's good girl
'Cause its running you with red

Then the snow started falling
We were stuck out in your car
You were rubbing both of my hands
Chewing on a candy bar

You said, ain't this just like the present
To be showing up like this?
As a moon waned to crescent
We started to kiss

And I said I know it well
That secret that we know that we don't know how to tell
I'm in love with your honor, I'm in love with your cheeks
What's that noise up the stairs, babe?
Is that Christmas morning creaks?

And I know it well, I know it well
And I know it well, I know it
And I know it, I know it
And I know it, I know it

Artist of the Day

Rainer Gross, 1951-present, German painter

Thought of the Day

Why is it that first class gets to be the first to board a plane, but they are always the slowest to get off?

Quote of the Day

An education isn't how much you've committed to memory, or even how much you know. It's being able to differentiate between what you know and what you don't. - Anatole France

Saturday, December 22, 2012

Pic of the Day

Barracuda and bomber

Movie of the Day

Title: Semi-Pro
Director: Kent Alterman
Writer: Scot Armstrong
Starring: Will Ferrell, Woody Harrelson, André Benjamin, Maura Tierney, David Koechner, Will Arnett, Andrew Daly

Song of the Day

 Title: One
Artist: Metallica
Album: ...And Justice For All

 
I can't remember anything
Can't tell if this is true or dream
Deep down inside I feel to scream
This terrible silence stops me

Now that the war is through with me

I'm waking up, I cannot see
That there is not much left of me
Nothing is real but pain now

Hold my breath as I wish for death

Oh please, God, wake me

Back in the womb it's much

Too real
In pumps life that I must feel
But can't look forward to reveal
Look to the time when I'll live

Fed through the tube that sticks in me

Just like a wartime novelty
Tied to machines that make me be
Cut this life off from me

Hold my breath as I wish for death

Oh please, God, wake me

Now the world is gone, I'm just one

Oh God, help me
Hold my breath as I wish for death
Oh please, God, help me

Darkness imprisoning me

All that I see
Absolute horror
I cannot live
I cannot die
Trapped in myself
Body my holding cell

Landmine has taken my sight

Taken my speech
Taken my hearing
Taken my arms
Taken my legs
Taken my soul
Left me with life in hell

Artist of the Day

Francis Picabia, 1879=1953, French painter

Thought of the Day

I love when you wake up in an unfamiliar place and it takes a few seconds for your brain to register your whereabouts.

Quote of the Day

A lot of people are afraid of heights. Not me, I'm afraid of widths. - Steven Wright

Thursday, December 6, 2012

Pic of the Day

Osprey

Movie of the Day

Title: Hancock
Director: Peter Berg
Writer: Vince Gilligan
Starring: Will Smith, Charlize Theron, Jason Bateman

Song of the Day

Title: Pistol Pistol
Artist: D-12
Album: Devil's Night

[Bizarre] Yeah, welcome to Amityville [Swifty] Detroit, nigga! [Bizarre] The reason why rappers gotta pack pistols! Ha ha ha ha! [Chorus - Eminem] Slick criminal wit, the shit I spit chews like a bullet came back that just missed and hit you I say the type of shit parents slit their wrists to need an anthem to amp you, then this the shit to Too many enemies on my list to sift through nobody got my back in this bitch but this two Sorry officer, I don't care how pissed it gets you but I don't go nowhere without my pistol pistol [Swifty McVay] Nigga, we violently active, so fuck with us see I'm backwards - I slap niggas and punch bitches Just for asking, they must've been wanting to meet the Lord when my parents talk to me they've got mean mugs and ignore They were snooping through my closet, seen drugs on the floor shells from the forty-four scattered over their porch Bustin pistols in your windows with intentions to destroy you trying to break your neck to conversate? Bitch, I'll do it for you Catch me laughing at your funeral when they lower you, you and your ho you gots to go, bitches died slow and horrible There's no tomorrow for any nigga, we'll shower you young, Black, and powerful, (BITCH!) and I ain't gotta lie to you [Proof] Stepped in the door waving the four-four blazing at po-po, escaping and lay low They call my tongue yayo, but I spit fire I lit five inside a fucking dickrider The clip slider, love to blast a Mag, you're a FAG you love being ass to ass Grab a gun by the nose with the butt to gat-spank ya never say that I'm a gangsta, now THAT'S gangsta Yall niggas sound like Jigga but act like Pac yo, my trigger got the flu and this gat might cough It ain't nothing to tell, empty shells for the witness I'm the hot nigga that's gonna put hell outta business It won't be the same since we touching the game make the hardest nigga in your crew tuck in his chain You think this shit's a game and we're bluffing for fame? I'll squeeze off this tech until NOTHING remains [Chorus] [Kuniva] The only time that I'm at piece/peace is when I'm close to one cause I don't know what's waiting for me when my vocals are done Tote the gun, it's my way of life and it works these cowardly niggas'll put your fucking life in the dirt Cause it was wrong how they left my dog, he was priceless alone in the streets, bleeding, staring, laying lifeless That's why I'm heated, you never know who starts creepin waking you up with AKs while you lie sleeping I'd rather pack the heat and not need rather than need one and not have it, I married this Glock-matic [Gunshot] [Kon Artis] You know the sound when I'm spinnin round spittin these rounds from fo' pounds while the whole crowd is screaming as loud from they're mouths as they possibly allow Nothing is parallel to making you carousel arial sommersault from ferris wheels to a pair of shells Denaun carry the nine where I go bullets whistle and hit you while I'm shooting at five-0 Some semi-automatic for static's the motto spitting like [Columbine kids] from Colorado [Chorus] [Bizarre] This nine'll turn a softy to a hard rock it'll make Jehova's Witnesses think before they knock (Sorry, sorry!) It'll make your grandmother come out of her hearse it'll make Limp Bizkit get rid of Fred Durst (Ha ha!) It'll make Holyfield start fighting it'll make Ma$e say "Fuck church!" and go back to writing It'll make Shyne say he sound like Biggie Smalls it'll make R. Kelly give respect to Aaron Hall It'll make Christopher Reeve start walking it'll make a dog with no voice suddenly start barking It'll make a nun turn into a filthy slut it'll make the hardest pitbull turn into a fucking mutt It'll make a Muslim dye his hair blonde it'll make a redneck start to read the Holy Koran It'll make Ike stop beating Tina it'll make Slim Shady fall back in love with Christina Christina Aguilera... HA HA HA HA! [Eminem-Chorus] [Swifty] Ha, nigga, nigga, nigga! You better have an aim cause if you don't - you're FINISHED - flat out, nigga, nigga, nigga What? Fuck around and get popped with NO hesitation, straight up [Bizarre] Look at where the fuck we stay at! Nigga, look where the fuck we stay at! Fuck around with us, you good as popped

Thought of the Day

If there is a gay gene, then obviously it is an evolutionary adaptation to help mitigate overpopulation. Props to the gay community.

Quote of the Day

Good, better, best. Never let it rest. Until your good is better and your better is best. - Tim Duncan

Wednesday, December 5, 2012

Pic of the Day


Movie of the Day

Title: The Faculty
Director: Robert Rodriguez
Writer: Kevin Williamson
Starring: Jordana Brewster, Clea Duvall, Laura Harris, Josh Hartnett, Shawn Hatosy, Elijah Wood

Song of the Day

Title: God Made Man
Artist: Young the Giant
Album: Young the Giant


You never know the weight of your crimes
But when all the gates have closed and you're tired
You stand a while by the fire
And it burns bright
A while, a while, you sit quiet

Inside you're so warm
Your eyes open up
To the sunrise
To the sunrise
Far from here

I never know the state that you're in
It's obvious to climb in your skin
But I know how to walk across
When it's silent inside, it feels right
Inside you're so warm

Your eyes open up
To the sunrise
To the sunrise

Cause I want you to know
That I know
Cause I want you to know
That I know
Cause I want you to know
That I know
Cause I want you to know
That I just

(God made man
And his reason)

Artist of the Day

Kim Frohsin, 1961-present, American painter

Thought of the Day

It seems that most of what I say and think these days is just regurgitated readings.

Quote of the Day

We are not human beings having a spiritual experience. We are spiritual beings having a human experience. - Pierre Teilhard de Chardin

Sunday, December 2, 2012

Pic of the Day

Hell hath no fury

Movie of the Day

Title: The Town
Director: Ben Affleck
Writers: Ben Affleck, Peter Craig, Aaron Stockard
Starring: Ben Affleck, Jon Hamm, Rebecca Hall, Blake Lively, Jeremy Renner, Pete Postlethwaite, Chris Cooper

Song of the Day



[Intro, Kobe:]
I wake up-wake up in the morning,
'Cuz them boys come knocking in the morning,
Then I have me girl go flush it in the toilet,
Them say did someone get murdered on the corner?
Them say did someone see me, seen someone get shot,
Them say they saw me dere...
My nigga they won't break me, an' I'll go crazy,
Before they make me tell... 

[Hook:]
There was a murder by the corner house, whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa.
Them boys asking questions now, no-no-no-no-no.
Now everybody seen it, but don't nobody know,
What happened to the boy down the street a week ago;
Ain't nobody talking, they keep it on the low,
Don't open ya mouth, when they knocking at ya do'
'Cause niggas die out here for snitching, they dying for snitching...O-K
These niggas die out here for snitching, they dying for snitching...O-K 

[Pusha-T:]
Those who break the code, we dig them hole
What's worse than a street nigga that sells his soul?
Via the life we chose, we picked our roles,
Bad man stands an' fall but never fold.
Gangster turn informer when the jig's up,
Ya tool mix-up mix-up,
Babylon boys, get bodies left for pick-up. 
Blood puddle, gun muffle, guns couple,
Muzzle in mouth, we bring trouble
Soon police come rush, whole family crushed,
All because them pussies couldn't 'ush.
Shot box mouths with no covers,
Body 'pon body gets stacked, one top th'other.
Wish them hadn't to suffer.

[HOOK] 

[Malice:]
Nobody seen nothing, heard nothing,
They ain't said a word.
Just chalk and yellow tape, with blood 'pon them shirts.
Ashes to ashes his body back to the Earth,
That casket drop six feet, then throw upon it dirt.
"Mum's the word", that's hustler's etiquette;
Ya rather hang yourself, then turn state evidence 
Ever since, I was young, never talk to the folk;
Tongue small like a rudder, yet steer the 'ole boat
Loose lip the reason that ship no longer float;
Telling the feds everyting they wanna know;
That fatal blow took his very last breath,
The power of ya tongue, is life-and-death, ya feel me?

[HOOK]

Artist of the Day

Rene Burri, 1933-present, Swiss photographer

Thought of the Day

Why is it you never seem to win in solitaire?

Quote of the Day

The greatest gift that you can give to others is the gift of unconditional love and acceptance. - Brian Tracy