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Hey, Drabs - if you liked Methamphetamine Blues, I'll up Like Little Willie John. Nas - Get Down. <{POST_SNAPBACK}> Nas - Hip Hop is Dead.

Yeah, um, Methamphetamine Blues, right? The one with them, uh, Oliveri and Homme? I've got that covered, as soon as I find out how to upload a tune or LC answers my rabid PM. Good song. Like Little Willie John is glorious, though. In the meantime, here's New York State of Mind Part 2, one of the (few and far between) highlights of Nas' post-Illmatic career, along with all the other DJ Premier tracks, really. ... Yeah, here goes nothing: Mark Lanegan - Methamphetamine Blues And two bonus songs, the first a Sonny & Brownie track from their later period, which might not be the ideal place to start if you're new to the band, though I have to stress a certain fondness for it: Jesus Gonna Make It Alright. And the second one, a track from Prince Paul (of De La Soul and Handsome Boy Modeling School fame)'s seminal Hip Hop concept album, A Prince Among Thieves - for which I have to quote wikipedia (laziness, boredom, and the winter blues mostly, if you gotta know): Pain - said showdown's aftermath and the album's first actual track. Pretty good (great even) and it manages not to ruin the plot, nor spoil (much of) it. I might up something else later on (I'm thinking a Hank Williams talkie, Jack says The River), but that's it for now.

Cheers. Can I treat you to some Lanegan? All I've got is Bubblegum, though. Clipse - Hello New World.

I see Buck's been polishing up his talking blues skills. Narrative-based-hip-hop-pseudo-mixtape-extraordinaire: Organized Konfusion - Stray Bullet Brother Ali - Dorian Immortal Technique - Dance With The Devil Wu-Tang Clan - C.R.E.A.M. Killah Priest - B.I.B.L.E. Slick Rick - Children's Story Mos Def (Black Star) - Children's Story Nas - 2nd Childhood Jedi Mind Tricks (with R.A. The Rugged Man) - Uncommon Valor: A Vietnam Story Sha and Breezly Brewin (off Prince Paul's A Prince Among Thieves) - Pain Jeru the Damaja - You Can't Stop the Prophet Kool G. Rap and DJ Polo - Streets of New York GZA - Gold The Streets - Geezers Need Excitement 2Pac - Brenda's Got A Baby Anyway, that's for tomorrow's subway ride - right now, I'm listening to a bunch of Hank Williams (as Luke the Drifter) tracks.

Well, there's this gent roaring and it's probably about some Turkish folk hero (notice the whole glorious past motif), like that Abraham Lincoln bloke, but with mares and swishy hairlines instead of huffy johns.

Well, having a good solid piece of wood in your hand is often useful. Think about it. Van Halen - You Really Got Me.

Were you greased, on all fours, with a dog collar round your neck? (Or was it that one time with the half-naked tarts gashing their whips at your tied down body?) Grinderman - No [****] Blues.

I'd use the "dancing" smilie that sorta looks like a bloke shining his choppers, but you bastards wholly and totally overused it. Good Going. The Willie Cottrell Band, Ghostface, and Pretty Ugly - Josephine (off Hi-Tek's new album).

To which fetish am I drawn? This you ask of me? Hark: it is better to have kissed the boot then never to have kissed at all. Mos Def - Sun, Moon, Stars.

Like you were my Tom and I was your Mapplethorpe. Mos Def - Sun, Moon, Stars.

Don't deny it, I read you like a fashion book. Mos Def - Sun, Moon, Stars.

You mean it chugs more rod than your girlfriend during (her) final exams? Clipse - We Got It For Cheap.

You know, I was supposed to be dusting off the Romanian manual for my semestrial exam (which is something like 25% of my final grade) and gawping at it till my eyes got all misty and bleeding, but I had this mystical epiphany and just watched Spinal Tap.

Yeah, here's the original version.

Dude, it's Summer in the City.

Mad props. La Voie Lactee - Now, I've always preferred realist Bunuel to surreal Bunuel, but I'll grant him this: his comedies are always funny - though not consistently so - and watchable. Still, I never really cared for his take on Religion.

Yeah, I've been watching that awful MTV show where they get young urban blokes and bimbos to hurl insults at eachother for what I suppose are financial gains. Of course, that ain't got much to do with my bland comebacks, unless you put credence in that old adage "(bad?) TV rots the mind, body, and soul", or whatever.. and as I don't know much about the coriolis phenomenon, I'ma call you a nerd, like I do all gents who know stuff about stuff I don't really give a flying raccoon about... NERD. (Aw man, I'm more burning than RuPaul in Compton, California.) In other news, I watched Rosencrantz & Guildenstern Are Dead today, I'd write something drab about it in the movie thread, but my mind's lapsing into incoherence.. lack of sleep. PS: I liked it. The Beatles - Everybody

Dude, if Happiness is a Warm Gun is piss sprayer 5000, then The Continuing Story of Bungalow Bill is the wind.

Bitch please, Glass Onion's where it's at. Plus, Sgt. Pepper's got A Day In The Life, so it wins by default. Foiled? The Beatles - Tomorrow Never Knows.

Slow Man Amazon Sample. Technically, I finished that the other day, and I'd recommend it to you, but you'd have to forsake your lily vamps and blowhard dragons, so I dunno, I think meta would enjoy his writing. As for what I plan on reading, well, In Cold Blood's pretty high on my list, as is that Saul Bellow novel they gave him (mad) props for in Stockholm (though, granted, I'd have to buy it first).

Holy Christ (Who Art In Heaven), yes. Also, this new poster epidemic is a little, dare I say, alarming and offending towards my, how did Jack call 'em again, art-[...] sensibilities... who are in need of quenching: Stevie Wonder - Village Ghetto Land. Welcome, brethren? Mine Fish is Thine? PS: It occurs to me how terribly unfunny this post is. A bastion of my shame forever it shall be. : ( Now, if only I could trade that smiley for a ":' (" - I suppose a remembrance of the poor (delicious) pygmies who died to appease the Congo militias and their hunger might achieve it. Perhaps.

Squirrel Nut Zippers - Wash Jones. This be from the sole Swing Revival album in my proximity (as far as the eyes can see and the nose smell, anyway): And - to be wholly and consummately honest - I don't think much of it, but hey, I don't particularly mind it, either. Mos Def - Ms. Fat Booty.

A Scanner Darkly - Heaves mediocrity, good scenes here and there - has Winona Ryder ever looked better? The Hill - I was for a iota of our time at what-you-may-call a loss of words; riveting is the nigh-perfect adjective, of course, yet I happen to harbour an (almost) instinctual dislike towards it, so I'm stuck with either absorbing or gripping, cause engrossing is gay and whatever. Screw that, the actors are really good and the direction is nearly perfect, as is the script, and Ossie Davis is downright incredible. I have no idea how Lumet happened to direct this, and I don't really care, but he's the man, and so is Oswald Morris. Between this and The Man Who Would Be King (cinematography also by Morris), Connery's hastily becoming one of my favourite big-screen studs. Pack Up Your Troubles - April 1917 - "When the scratch of a pen on Capitol Hill caused crowns to rattle." Definitely one of their better feature films, and I do happen to rate Walker quite highly - good flick, if not consistently funny.

You know the Leonard Cohen track from New Skin for the Old Ceremony? He references it, and it's sorta cute and Lewis is an obvious nerd, but (still) nice. Leonard Cohen - : I remember you well in the Chelsea Hotel, you were talking so brave and so sweet, giving me head on the unmade bed, while the limousines wait in the street. Those were the reasons and that was New York, we were running for the money and the flesh. And that was called love for the workers in song probably still is for those of them left. Ah but you got away, didn't you babe, you just turned your back on the crowd, you got away, I never once heard you say, I need you, I don't need you, and all of that jiving around. I remember you well in the Chelsea Hotel you were famous, your heart was a legend. You told me again you preferred handsome men but for me you would make an exception. And clenching your fist for the ones like us who are oppressed by the figures of beauty, you fixed yourself, you said, "Well never mind, we are ugly but we have the music." And then you got away, didn't you babe... I don't mean to suggest that I loved you the best, I can't keep track of each fallen robin. I remember you well in the Chelsea Hotel, that's all, I don't even think of you that often. You getting those lyrics from that unofficial Jeff Lewis board? Search for Chelsea, if you haven't heard it already - surprisingly touching.

No, I mean, you should listen to it. I like it quite fine, thanks for asking.