Wednesday, November 25, 2009
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
Amazing! click the link and take the time to watch
cut and paste the link cuz I'm lazy
http://www.ted.com/talks/pranav_mistry_the_thrilling_potential_of_sixthsense_technology.html
http://www.ted.com/talks/pranav_mistry_the_thrilling_potential_of_sixthsense_technology.html
Persia Represent! lol
Prince of persia looks promising, Persians got a bad representation in 300 so yeah.
Monday, November 16, 2009
Sunday, November 15, 2009
Kanye West - See You in My Nightmares
Kanye West - See You in My Nightmares from Andrew 'King' Solomon on Vimeo.
a sidenote: my heart's a cute dirty ass dust bunny too
"Spike Jonze!"-in Mike Jones adlib voice lol
Top 10 Hip Hop Albums of the YEAR!
Hard To Find it, but worth the search...itunes is the gary-tee lol
Friday, November 13, 2009
Thursday, September 17, 2009
A DJ AM Eulogy by Questlove
i was one of those grumpy quasi music experts who dismissed neo
electronica as mindless cocaine drivel.
a means to get your inner sharon stone on in the middle of the club
body rock on.
no merit whatsovever.
i made my disdain vocal back then.
thank god.
without it i woulda never met my friend adam goldstein.
without getting uber dramatic about it i will say that of all the dj's
that i've encountered
in my life (i could write a bajillion paragraphs on flash, jay, jeff,
cash, cosmic kev, primo, muro, kon, amir, wolf, z, king britt, medina, and
cosmo) i believe its safe to say that adam's influence has effected me
the most.
why?
he truly taught me the art of taking risks.
we first met at a maxim superbowl party in 2005. as usual i was
shocked that he was in awe and happy to see me. he told me of his
philly roots and INSTANTLY stopped his uber pulsed 130 bpm electronic
fest that at that point even i will admit had me even hypnotized
--well this being my first type of party of this stature in which ever
cliche was going on around me on some sex, drugs, rock n roll
ish------to start playing....real hip hop?
i yelled "no man! dont do that for my benefit! do you see that 5 girl
make out fest on the floor? put that Daft back on man!!"
he laughed at me. "its past 1am....they're already warmed up"
i didn't get it but he taught me the 1am rule. he said you spend the
first two hours in foreplay "warming them up"---but the second that
1am arrives (presuming the crowd has um....."warmed up" at the bar and
whatnot") THIS is when you establish your legend. you take risks and
you use their vulnerable state to truly establish an imprint in their
memory bank.
that night i was jaw dropped at how this mofo found a common thread
between michael jackson, herbie hancock, alan thicke's "different
strokes theme", a diplo Seinfeld remix and james brown.
that night changed my life forever.
and im not the only dj to tell this story.
those not in the know can scoff "blah blah nicole ritche" all they
want"---dude was a maverick in the highest order.
i changed my entire approach to djing and my approach to how i
listened to music. yes you've heard me use that quip before when
describing the late great j dilla as well. but that is using all music
to create music. now i have to use all my knowledge of music to SHARE
music.
i mean of course i love the andy griffith theme...but how do i make it
work in a club context?
see! you have adam to thank all those times you've heard me go from:
-a breakbeat sample
-the song that used that sample
-a jazz song from the 40s
-some commercial ish i would never imagine in a bajillion years
playing 10 years ago
-some crazy underground ish you aint up on
-some rock ish that my 80s patrons remember their big sibbling
listening to back in the day
-some funk jam their aunt and uncle played at the bar b que
-some real hip hop
-some disco song....
i mean i can go on and on and on.....i started treating records like
they were 10,000 piece puzzles that i had to assemble the right way in
order for you to have a good time....
before i just showed up and played whatever. never giving a thought to
a strategy.
now i spend a minimum of 20 hours some days before testing and prepping
each step i take at the booth.
how can i shock em?
how can i move em?
how can i make em say "YO MAN HE IS MY FAVORITE DUDE ON TURNTABLES?!"
how can i match that night at the maxim party that i first saw DJ AM?
---adam was a humble man.
he loved music.
we aimed for hours sharing treats.
he was NEVER stingy with sharing his records and music with me
he put his money where his mouth was: i knew alot of cats who get the
spotlight and never use that moment to enlighten someone.
the fact that he used that light to bring aboard his mentor dj jazzy
jeff WITH him to introduce jeff to a whole nother audience is an
INCREDIBLE GESTURE.
he was a stand up dude. he spoke of his health issues that he had when
he was younger and sometimes we just spoke on ish having nada to do
with the latest kanye remix or a breakbeat.
that dude was one of my favorite teachers. with the exception of dj
jazzy jeff, you will rarely to NEVER catch me in the club unless i
have to dj myself. but EVERYTIME he was in town i came to learn.
this is a sad sad sad painfully sad loss.
peace be with his family and friends and all who loved him.
-one love ad.
?uesto
Thursday, September 3, 2009
Sunday, August 30, 2009
Chewgo-Carne Asada Fries
Copy/Paste Link!...and listen :) http://www.zshare.net/audio/644801903dc652e2/
Monday, August 24, 2009
Friday, August 21, 2009
Sunday, August 16, 2009
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
Neverland CLub by Molly Ringwald
IN life, there is always that special person who shapes who you are, who helps to determine the person you become. Very often it’s a teacher, a mentor of some kind. For me, that person was John Hughes. Along with the rest of the world, I was stunned when I learned that he had died of a heart attack last week at 59.
Not long after hearing the horrible news, I found myself talking on the phone to Anthony Michael Hall, my friend and co-star in several of the movies John directed. His experiences mirror mine to a large extent. Both of us were catapulted from obscurity and planted in the American consciousness through the films that we did with John. Michael, as he prefers to be called, will be forever associated with “geekdom” just as I will always be the girl whose 16th birthday is forgotten. But for both of us, what really matters is less the mark that these films left on the world than the experience of making them with John, the mark it made on us.
We stayed on the phone for a while reminiscing about our old friend and mentor. Since the days of John’s death, we have both been inundated with missives from friends and acquaintances, sending us their condolences the way you would for a close family member. Yet the strange thing is, neither of us had talked to John in more than 20 years.
Most everyone knows that John retreated from Hollywood and became a sort of J.D. Salinger for Generation X. But really, sometime before then, he had retreated from us and from the kinds of movies that he had made with us. I still believe that the Hughes films of which both Michael and I were a part (specifically “Sixteen Candles” and “The Breakfast Club”) were the most deeply personal expressions of John’s. In retrospect, I feel that we were sort of avatars for him, acting out the different parts of his life — improving upon it, perhaps. In those movies, he always got the last word. He always got the girl.
None of the films that he made subsequently had the same kind of personal feeling to me. They were funny, yes, wildly successful, to be sure, but I recognized very little of the John I knew in them, of his youthful, urgent, unmistakable vulnerability. It was like his heart had closed, or at least was no longer open for public view. A darker spin can be gleaned from the words John put into the mouth of Allison in “The Breakfast Club”: “When you grow up ... your heart dies.”
I’m speaking metaphorically, of course. Though it does seem sadly poignant that physically, at least, John’s heart really did die. It also seems undeniably meaningful: His was a heavy heart, deeply sensitive, prone to injury — easily broken.
Most people who knew John knew that he was able to hold a grudge longer than anyone — his grudges were almost supernatural things, enduring for years, even decades. Michael suspects that he was never forgiven for turning down parts in “Pretty in Pink” and “Ferris Bueller’s Day Off.” I turned down later films as well. Not because I didn’t want to work with John anymore — I loved working with him, more than anyone before or since.
John saw something in me that I didn’t even see in myself. He had complete confidence in me as an actor, which was an extraordinary and heady sensation for anyone, let alone a 16-year-old girl. I did some of my best work with him. How could I not? He continually told me that I was the best, and because of my undying respect for him and his judgment, how could I have not believed him?
Eventually, though, I felt that I needed to work with other people as well. I wanted to grow up, something I felt (rightly or wrongly) I couldn’t do while working with John. Sometimes I wonder if that was what he found so unforgivable. We were like the Darling children when they made the decision to leave Neverland. And John was Peter Pan, warning us that if we left we could never come back. And, true to his word, not only were we unable to return, but he went one step further. He did away with Neverland itself.
“I just remember how fun it all was,” Michael said on the phone.
It was: the concerts he took us to (the blues great Junior Wells at Kingston Mines in Chicago), the endless mixed tapes he made for us and, most of all, the work itself. It doesn’t even seem like you should be able to call it “work” because we enjoyed it so much.
There’s a scene in “Sixteen Candles” where my character, Samantha, and Michael’s character, “the geek,” have a heart-to-heart talk. The scene lasts all of six minutes, but it took us days to film because we were all laughing too hard. John, too. He sat under the camera — his permanent place before directors retreated to the video monitor — while the assistant directors stood around rolling their eyes waiting for him to stop laughing and reprimand “the kids.” But how could he? He was one of us.
About 15 years ago, I wrote John from Paris, where I was living, to tell him how important he was to me. I had been on a François Truffaut kick and had just watched the series of “Antoine Doinel” films that he had made with the actor Jean-Pierre Léaud. There was something in the connection of actor and director that I recognized in us, particularly in the first film of the series, “400 Blows.”
After Truffaut died, I heard that Jean-Pierre Léaud had suffered a kind of breakdown, going so far as to drop flower pots on people from high-storied buildings. This is most likely a rumor, French film lore, but I think I now understand how painful it is to lose someone like that. John was my Truffaut. A week after I sent my letter, I received a bouquet of flowers as big as my apartment from John, thanking me for writing. I was so relieved to know that I had gotten through to him, and I feel grateful now for that sense of closure.
Toward the end of my phone call with Michael, we spent a little time catching up on mutual friends and family. I told him that my 5-year-old daughter, Mathilda, had just secured the part that she wanted in her theater camp — Tiger Lily, the Indian princess in “Peter Pan.” Michael made me promise to invite him to Mathilda’s debut as a fellow thespian. So in a few weeks we’ll drive to the theater and spend a couple of hours with Tiger Lily, Peter, Wendy and the Lost Boys.
Turns out, you can return to Neverland. At least for a little while. -Molly Ringwald
Saturday, August 8, 2009
Thursday, August 6, 2009
Sunday, August 2, 2009
Saturday, August 1, 2009
Thursday, July 30, 2009
I want this free book sooo bad but it's in Peachtree???
Chapter 37 of Frank 151 is dedicated to none other than the famous rap trio ledgends De La Soul. This issue is jammed pack with exclusive photos, artwork, and interviews. It features copies of hand written lyrics on notebook paper, copies of sample clearance forms. It’s a must have issue for every De La Soul fan big or small. Stop by our Peachtree location today to grab a free copy.
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
Director's cut
just another reason for me to post this haha
Drake - Best I Ever Had - Director's Cut from kwest on Vimeo.
Sunday, July 26, 2009
Friday, July 24, 2009
Thursday, July 23, 2009
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
Drake spoof HILARITY
Cuz he can't freestyle for real ...smh
the video is based on this HOT 97 appearence VVVVVVVV
Monday, July 20, 2009
Sunday, July 5, 2009
Thursday, July 2, 2009
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Monday, June 29, 2009
Racism??? or Hype???
I SAW TRANSFORMERS 2 THIS WEEKEND AND GOOD THING I DIDN'T CATCH THE HYPE ON IT BEING RACIST BEFORE I SAW IT, BECAUSE I THINK ANYONE LOOKING FOR SOMETHING WRONG WILL FIND SOMETHING WRONG...I PERSONALLY THINK IT WAS A GOOD MOVIE AND THESE CHARACTERS ( MUDFLAP AND SKIDS) WEREN'T AS BAD AS SOME ARE MAKING THEM OUT TO BE...I THOUGHT THEY WERE CORNY AND FUNNY, BUT NOT RACIAL, IT'S A MICHAEL BAY MOVIE, IT'S GOING TO HAVE CRAZY ACTION AND SLAPSTICK COMEDY. I THINK IT SHOWS MORE OF THE PERSON OR PPL WHO FIND IT RACIST, I MEAN IF YOU SEE THEM AND AUTOMATICALLY THINK BLACK PEOPLE THEN SOMETHING IS WRONG WITH YOUR PERSPECTIVE OF THAT RACE.
I'm sorry but come on!
YES HIS MUSIC IS AMAZING YES HE IS THE KING OF POP BUT HE ALSO PAID 20 MILLION DOLLARS FOR A KID NOT TO TESTIFY AGAINST HIM IN A CHILD MOLESTATION CASE, DUDE WAS A CHESTER, FACT!
BUT R.I.Peeeheee! Mike your MUSIC will be eternal.
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
Yesterday 2 Today 6/8-6/9
SO I WENT TO WORK (SPLIT-SHIFT) EARLY YESTUH-DAY AND FROM THERE TRIED TO GO GET A CREDIT CARD, BUT APPARENTLY MY CREDIT STILL IN A GLADBAG ON IT'S WAY TO A LANDFILL...THEN I WENT BACK TO WORK, GOT OFF OF WORK, HIT A RELAPSE ON THE DIET I'M ON AND WENT TO MICKY-D'S...YIKES... THEN WENT TO MY NIGHT CLASS, A CRAZY MATH CLASS, PROFESSOR'S FIRST CLASS EVER, HE WAS EXTRA NERVOUS TO THE POINT HE WAS WRITING WITH A DRY MARKER AND NO ONE TOLD HIM LOL.... THEN I WENT HOME TO EAT AGAIN TWO ENCHILADA SLICES... YIKES.... SO IT WAS L-DAY FOR MY DIET. NOW I'M AWAKE FINNA TAKE A SHOWER, MAKE A "SALAD" PICK UP CLINT'S NEW LAST MOVIE (APPARENTLY) AND THEN GO TO WORK BUMPING SO FAR GONE .
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