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And you can listen to some bitchin music at the same time. Like this great piece of history, and one of my favourite recordins, Helen Humes, Sonny Terry, Brownie McGhee, Willie Dixon, T-Bone Walker and Memphis Slim - Blues Ain't Nothing But a Woman

Yikes. Jeff's Tweedy's first name. That's what made my joke. The fact that you had 2 Wilco guys in 1. And I really like Uncle Tupelo. I guess what I'm trying to say is I'll stop talking about it now. Here's my harmonica player of choice. Sonny Terry. I absolutely love Hip-Hop. Pac, Jeru, Biggie, Big L, C-Bo, Killah Priest, Roots Manuva, Jehst, Pharoahe Monch, Prince Po, Brotha Lynch, Snoop, Big Pun, E-40, Slick Rick, Wu-Tang, Brand Nubian, Gang Starr, Jungle Brothers, A Tribe Called Quest, Public Enemy, Masterminds and the list goes on and on. Don't even get me started on Rap producers. Killah Priest - B.I.B.L.E. Knowledge this wisdom, this goes back when I was twelve I loved doing right but I was trapped in hell Had mad ideas, sad eyes and tears Years of fears, but yo my foes couldn't bear I searched for the truth since my youth And went to church since birth, but it wasn't worth the loot that I was paying, plus the praying I didn't like staying cuz of busy-bodies and dizzy hotties That the preacher had souped up with lies Had me cooped up lookin at loot, butt, and thighs Durin the service, he swallowed up the poor And after they heard this, they wallowed on the floor But I ignored, and explored my history that was untold And watched mysteries unfold And dropped a jewel like Solomon, but never followed men cause if you do your brain is more hollow than Space oblivia, or the abyss With no trace of trivia, left with the hiss Does it pay to be deaf, dumb and blind? From a slave we was kept from the mind And from the caves he crept from behind And what he gave, was the sect of the swine When the bible, it condemned the pig I don't mean to pull your hems or flip your wigs But we used to wear a turban, but now we're in the urban No more wearing beanies and dress like a genie No hocus pocus cause I focus on the facts And put it on the tracks and brought it through the wax I speak on Jacob, it might take up some time And too much knowledge, it might break up the ryhme I did it anyway just to wake up the mind of those who kiss stones or prays on the carpet Those who sit home, or sell books by the market Need to chill and get their mind revived For years religion did nothing but divide The basic instructions before leaving earth

You've combined 'em both to father some hideously bland musician?

I hear that be the worst movie in the history of cinema (yes, worse than Godard, Tati and Resnais put together) and a pathetic broad's crowning achievement. I suggest you read the plot outline and then rent, um, have you seen Visitor Q, A Short Film About Killing or Baisers vol

Got this for you: Christoph Closer (saxophone, Fender Rhodes piano, vibraphone) Robin Rodenberg (bass instrument, fretless bass) Morten Gass (8-string bass) Thorsten Benning (percussion) Joseph Barth, Daiki Takahashi (tuba) Also, that's pretty much their slowest record. I quite like it. Crooklyn Dodgers - Return Of The Crooklyn Dodgers (Instrumental)

: ) Tupac - Blasphemy The preacher want me buried, why? I know he a liar, have you ever seen a crackhead? That's eternal fire. Why you got these kids thinkin' that they evil? While the preacher being freaky you say honor God's people. Should we cry when the Pope die? My request, we should cry if they cried when we buried Malcom X. mama tell me am I wrong, is God just another cop waitin' to beat my ass if I don't go pop. Memories of a past time, givin up cash to the leader's knowin' damn well they ain't gonna feed us. In my brain how can I explain? It's hard enough to live now in these times of grief. They say Jesus is a kind man. Well he should understand times in this crime land. My thug nation. Do what you gotta do but know you gotta change, try to find a way out the game. I leave this and hope God can see my heart as pure, is heaven just another door?

You in Auckland? Cause there's this move called Factotum playing.

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One day about six 'o clock I'm woke up By the sound of my buzzer and a car or a truck Screechin' off so I jump up scratch my nuts But when I'm like "Who's that?" nobody speaks up So I go to the door there's a note it says: "We have Hip Hop hostage with guns to his throat Do the right thing and we might let him go But if you call the police that's all she wrote You know what the motive is it's all about dough And in case ya think we bull[-----]in' here's the photo." I couldn't recognize the clows because they was all hooded down But I peeped Foxy Brown sippin' Cristal in the background With fake alligator boots on And smack dab in the middle was hip-hop with a Versace suit on I immediately called Primo I said "Hip-Hop is in trouble, meet me at my rest on the double Don't even jump in the shower, matta'fact scratch my rest Meet me and D & D in an half an hour And bring all ya [----] wit' you cuz you know what we got to do."

Beatles? Dude, Ringo! How expensive is a mediocre net connection in July 2006 anyway? Oh and for your information, this rhapsodic example of manhood is Hellhammer:

Jack was joking. Chill. Finnish humor. I too didn't get it. Shh. Just play along.

Spooks - Season 3, Episodes 1-4.

Okay. I'm bored. Dream Band Time. Dead or Alive. The RZA - Producer Keith Moon - Drums Charlie Hunter - Guitar Ikue Mori - Electronics Mike Watt - Bass St

Dude. A black nameless street samurai taking on the mob on the streets of New York while spouting Bushido, talking to his French ami who speaks nothing but the native tongue and passing the mantle to a 8 year old Girl, Pearline, carrying books in her little lunchbox. The direction is flawless, the score is probably the best I've ever heard and, Dear God, it's absolutely hilarious. That scene with the chief mafiosos telling Louie to whack Ghost Dog had me in stitches. The Philosophical mumbo-jumbo is perfectly suited for the flick, black bears, pigeons, honour and fatalism, symbolism abound and parallels to earlier films. And it still manages to leave the viewer, that be me, with the sense of emptiness latent in the Samurai Code. (Much better than that French flick which shall not be named. Ever.) Plus it's fun and the killings are great. You bet I loved every second of it.

+ Joseph Kosma Vs. The RZA (Hint: The RZA is the greatest producer alive.)

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They don't really get any better than this.

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What you should do is bitch slap your bud senseless. It might work. And he's sure to thank you in a few months time once he realises the error of his former ways and embraces God. Or the musical equivalent: And now for a special video, one of the finest Hip-Hop songs. Chubb Rock, OC and Jeru The Damaja - Return Of The Crooklyn Dodgers The band's second reiteration. From Spike Lee's Clockers.

Yup. While there are plenty of brilliant musicians, I'm almost certain Snoop's the only true Genius. I mean, Genius. Sure, he hasn't released anything worthwhile in years, but dear God, the man's a living legend. Another State of Mind.

Specifically, "Tha Shiznit".