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Listen to The Chelsea Hotel Oral Sex Song.

Clipse - Ride Around Shining; honestly, I'm not (yet) sure what to make of their new album, but from what I've heard, read, and sampled (props to myspace - that's a new one), it's definitely one of the year's more interesting hip-hop releases. (Of course, that's not saying much.) Kool G Rap & DJ Polo - Men at Work (a cappella).

Yeah, Happy Birthday, Kyle.

Being part of the intelligentsia, and indulging yourself in whatever the intelligentsia delineates as culturally worthy, naturally. Now, now, it wouldn't be the Doggfather without the odd "-izzy", daffy misogynist, party hoes laying flat on their backs, bobbing their heads, and, of course, lack of anything resembling artistic integrity, gansta-angst, or plain ol' fashioned doldrums. God Bless his soul. Nick Drake - Parasite.

Think About It - The most memorable, interesting, hell: smooth Snoop Dogg track since Doggystyle ruled the world, charts, and whatever else you folks might wanna interject.

Wise Intelligent (second track) is (most definitely) back and huffier than ever. Subhumans - No.

I resent that; it's a well known fact I never, ever, hit on women. Men with wieners cleaved by the anonymity of mirc, now that, my friend, is a very different affair and a whole 'nother spiel. As for the thread, well, I haven't actively played a game that wasn't some obscure Ski Jumping simulator, or that EA footie game, in a very long time. I'm rather satisfied with that, meself.

I was listening to the following album for the first time: (Aldhils Arboretum) Of Montreal - The Blank Husband Epidemic. And now, a little something from the Gang Starr Foundation: Afu Ra - Defeat Jeru The Damaja - Me or the Papes.

Um, about him naming his album after a comic-book, or about the moniker, or better yet - since I doubt the average gent on the street will get the reference - the association, being utterly un-hustla|gansta|whatever posture mainstream hip-hop's sloshing themselves over these days, baffling to the eye|mind|soul, and sorta funny?

Yeah, I mean, I get where he's coming from... Superman|Jigga popping out of exile to save the world|rap game, and whatnot... but it's just so, uhm, nerdy. Like, I'd expect this kind of thing from Alternative-rap, cause those guys are, typically, huge effing nerds, and really, there's nothing less pimp|hustla|whatever than comic-books.

I still can't believe he named his big comeback (or whatever) album after a freakin' comic book. Mos Def - Fear Not of Man. Mos Def - .

Yeah, and sorta dated - naturally, it must've sounded downright frightening in '88, but hip-hop's not the stillest of genres, or at least wasn't till it hit its apex, which was somewhere like '95. And, anyway, I was listening to In The Aeroplane Over the Sea and The Infamous on my way home, and it's been pretty much DVD static ever since. PS: Fix your link, bub (ie, It's All Right With Me). PPS: Mike Watt's working on the new Kelly Clarkson album. Even Black Star, Illmatic-era Nas and the Wu? (Eh, none of those vids are new, but they're hardly old-school, of course, I wouldn't count Rakim as Old School, either). Modest Mouse - Jesus Christ Was An Only Child.

Covering a track by someone like (Eric B. &) Rakim (or The Stooges, if we're at it) takes huge, fleecy balls, that's for sure - I seriously doubt there's anyone more revered in their particular genre - but while he can yelp with enough passion to make the most insipid political lyrics listenable, De La Rocha really lacks the smooth, serenely-flowing cadence that made something like Microphone Fiend a, um, classic, pardon my cliche. Of course, as I haven't actually listened to it, I'm talking out of my ass and really just trying to link you that vid, which is sorta strange since I'm not the hugest Golden Age fa... er, babble over. Steve Earle - CCKMP.

That's the one.. eh, I'll listen to it tomorrow. Charlie Hunter Quartet with Mos Def, Norah Jones, Kurt Elling, and Theryl DeClouet.

You know, it's not that I actually care, cause if you ask me this whole thing's sorta bland and sorta drab, but his incessant nagging and in your-face "you forgot about my birthday" shtick.. but I still love you! .. is bugging my good-natured heart, making me start threads, and feeling all chubb-happy... and not in the fat-schmuck "where's my calories-free coke" fashion... happy birthday!

Sonny Terry & Brownie McGhee - Jesus Gonna Make it Alright. I'm gonna get some Steve Earle tomorrow, uh, after school, unless I blow my pocket change on Philip Roth novels and post-pubescent hoochies (hint: all things assessed, not exactly a soothsayer's bet).

Well, Deadly nightshade, belladonna = plant; (That) Belladonna = sorta famous pornographic actress; Deadly Nightshade = poster. That, and the swedish reviewer bloke (mkreku) believes he's fragged a double-anal pornstar sans coitus (Belladonna) after discovering her on some obscure internet multiplayer-site or whatever, and (surprise, surprise!) her official website mentions something about "entering Deadly Nightshade", and (surprise, surprise!) there's a poster on these boards by that same ID, which isn't that peculiar since "deadly nightshade" and "belladonna" are pretty much interchangeable - hilarity ensued, of course, remember where thou art, Pop. It's really boring and insipid and not really worthy of a thread, cause like, who'd actually believe some genderless internet bimbo who sounds - or reads - like a teen (the person who PMed DN, if that person exists, exempted) is, in fact, a world famous salami swallower.

You don't say - now, this here be a chew-your-own-wrists shame if I ever seen one. I care. Really. Who'd have thunk it?

You guys are all [hot and heavy] for Nick Cave and Warren Ellis, right? http://www.myspace.com/grinderman

Oh, don't worry, Jorian, I always cry for the week and the battered and the proudly-Hungarian. PS: I didn't actually vote against your little doohickey, mind you; I couldn't spring myself out of my usual well-to-do complacency for enough time to both gather grub and register on obscure nerd-grottoes. Still, I did read your little review (and cringed and stuttered and so on) - 3 things: a) it's a huge, massive, earth-swallowing cliche and about as interesting as my poor, old mum's weekly enema, b) it might make for decent satire, and c) your English is quite, uh, rough, I suggest getting one of your net-buddies to fix things up and make it more enticing to the average fantasy buff (ie, lots of fancy, pretentious words, social anxiety, and pasty elf boobies).

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If that just happens to be incognito gay porn, I'll, uh, thank you deeply and prudishly sweat one out.

Um - yeah. Yes. Billy Bragg & Wilco - Christ For President. This is an interesting (2 month old) curio - whatever you may think of Pitchfork (eh, I'm no fan): MP3; I miss Monch, and Push wasn't much help... anyway, December 19th.

I had the same reaction - well, the same written reaction: Why?? - except in my case it evolved into: Why didn't I just simply close the window when the huge, bulking dude (who sorta looked like Christ... huge Jesus complex) started squawking about his failed sex life? Anyhow, this worthless chatter's triggered a Stoner binge... and God, am I glad I'm no longer able to sprout an Extreme Metal sweet tooth. Some Atomic Bitchwax, some Fu Manchu, some Kyuss, and a touch of Sleep.