They are bleeding us man! I keep going to these niche music websites and they are killing us. F*cking killing US!!!! (insert wild laughter here) I go to these indie music retailers and the indie/underground fansites and they are straight murdering the consumers man. I know that people want to support their music, but come on man, you KNOW and I know that all of this shit ain't popping homeboy. Half of the shit on these sites smell like ass crack and then you tell me to support "good" music. Oh my fucking stars.!
See, instead of being a critic, trying to support people, I went to one of these sites and bought like 3 or 4 of their recommended releases. 3 of them were ass and one had 4 good songs on it out of 16. WTF!!!!! You know what? I don't care if this artist used to be in some hot group from the 80's/90's. I dont want to hear half ass music from washed up rappers, rock & rollers, blues singers, accordion players or soul singers. You are killing me. KILLING ME DAMMIT!!! And then when they review the shit, how come all their releases have these fake ass glowing reviews. You would think these posers are reviewing "Purple Rain" or "Thriller". Some half ass singer comes out with an album, says they are influenced by Marvin Gaye and they get an automatic 4 stars? Bullsh*t, I tell ya! Some worthless ass emcee says he's the new Tribe Called Quest or Nas and you give him a crown.......oh hells naw! And yo, just because you have long hair, are in a band, wear tight jeans and play a guitar, you are not the second coming of The Rolling Stones. Sorry homie.
If you're going to review some shit, be critical, don't give them fuckers a glowing review, just because they remind you of some throwback from 1989. So as much as we want to blame the record labels and the radio stations for the decline of good music--- you (indie retailer/fan site owner) play an integral part of this process. You are leading us astray, run amok, bamboozled, hoodwinked........we didn't land on Plymouth Rock, Plymouth Rock landed on.............oh my bad....I was getting carried away (sorry Brother Malcolm). I challenge you to uplift the art form we call music. The blood of the record buying public is on your hands.
Touche. Muthaf#cka.
March 06, 2005
March 02, 2005
NewHeroesSandwich
This is probably going to be the toughest part of this speech. My daughter shares my grandmother's name, "Marie." My grandmother's name is Estelle Marie Talley. She's not here tonight. And this is going to be the toughest part. But she was my first acting teacher. She told me to stand up straight. Put your shoulders back. Act like you got some sense.
We would go places. And I would wild out. And she would say, "Act like you've been somewhere." And then when I would act the fool, she would beat me. She would whup me. And she could get an Oscar for the way she whupped me because she was great at it. And after she whipped me, she would talk to me and tell me why she whipped me. She said I want you to be a southern gentleman.
She still talks to me now. Only now, she talks to me, in my dreams. And I can't wait to go to sleep tonight because we got a lot to talk about. I love you.
Jamie Foxx - Oscar Acceptance Speech
We would go places. And I would wild out. And she would say, "Act like you've been somewhere." And then when I would act the fool, she would beat me. She would whup me. And she could get an Oscar for the way she whupped me because she was great at it. And after she whipped me, she would talk to me and tell me why she whipped me. She said I want you to be a southern gentleman.
She still talks to me now. Only now, she talks to me, in my dreams. And I can't wait to go to sleep tonight because we got a lot to talk about. I love you.
Jamie Foxx - Oscar Acceptance Speech
March 01, 2005
BitterSweetTease
"So you wanna be a gangster"
Okay, so there I was, breaking up a fight at ya mom's Tupperware/sex toy party, When I got a text message. I read it. Right then and there the room went black. Then I woke up.
In the spirit of Grady from Sanford & Son "Good googley moogley"! Oh man, I feel like cussing. Brooklyn--we was robbed!!! We put in two (TWO, 2, Dos) TWO hott remixes for the Okayplayer Remix contest and you know what? You hear that? Shhhh, listen. Do you hear it?.........f*cking crickets man. F*cking crickets man!!! Thats what you hear---crickets (like ya mama's porch on a hot June evening). Ha! Honestly, I'm not mad. We've been on fire like Banks & Denzel (ask ya man Kanye, no seriously ask him--he knows), so it don't stop our stride. And on the real, I still got love for OKP. Their hustle is inspiring. I just knew with all this heat coming out of the camp we was winning........oh my stars! Did we make the final cut?.......EFF NO! But that's okay if you can't take a loss, you don't deserve to win (at least that's what they told us in 3rd grade). And oh yeah, we didn't lose......we just got overlooked. In the words of Lyor Cohen "I never feel defeated until the buzzer buzzes". Take that. Besides my girl, Shaniqua Lakeisha Lachella Tanitta (yeah that's her name!) said the hood stays bumping my team's music on the regular. You can have the neo-soul lounge, I got the hood. THE HOOD. And the hood don't lie. So you can have your headwraps, candles and incense, I got Chico stix and Now & Laters. THE HOOD! Pickles from the candy lady. Lemonheads. Candy cigarettes. Atomic fireballs. Jolly Ranchers & Bazooka Joe (with the corny jokes in the wrapper) THE HOOD! Remember that song from the great New Jersey poet/rapper YZ? {singing in sing songy type voice} "So Far the Ghetto's Been Good to Me". I'll be back OkayPlayer. Oh yeah, I'll be back. Even though it's all in fun. I still feel like this is complete FUCKERY.
If I don't get this money in music......I will get this money.
Trust me.
Okay, so there I was, breaking up a fight at ya mom's Tupperware/sex toy party, When I got a text message. I read it. Right then and there the room went black. Then I woke up.
In the spirit of Grady from Sanford & Son "Good googley moogley"! Oh man, I feel like cussing. Brooklyn--we was robbed!!! We put in two (TWO, 2, Dos) TWO hott remixes for the Okayplayer Remix contest and you know what? You hear that? Shhhh, listen. Do you hear it?.........f*cking crickets man. F*cking crickets man!!! Thats what you hear---crickets (like ya mama's porch on a hot June evening). Ha! Honestly, I'm not mad. We've been on fire like Banks & Denzel (ask ya man Kanye, no seriously ask him--he knows), so it don't stop our stride. And on the real, I still got love for OKP. Their hustle is inspiring. I just knew with all this heat coming out of the camp we was winning........oh my stars! Did we make the final cut?.......EFF NO! But that's okay if you can't take a loss, you don't deserve to win (at least that's what they told us in 3rd grade). And oh yeah, we didn't lose......we just got overlooked. In the words of Lyor Cohen "I never feel defeated until the buzzer buzzes". Take that. Besides my girl, Shaniqua Lakeisha Lachella Tanitta (yeah that's her name!) said the hood stays bumping my team's music on the regular. You can have the neo-soul lounge, I got the hood. THE HOOD. And the hood don't lie. So you can have your headwraps, candles and incense, I got Chico stix and Now & Laters. THE HOOD! Pickles from the candy lady. Lemonheads. Candy cigarettes. Atomic fireballs. Jolly Ranchers & Bazooka Joe (with the corny jokes in the wrapper) THE HOOD! Remember that song from the great New Jersey poet/rapper YZ? {singing in sing songy type voice} "So Far the Ghetto's Been Good to Me". I'll be back OkayPlayer. Oh yeah, I'll be back. Even though it's all in fun. I still feel like this is complete FUCKERY.
If I don't get this money in music......I will get this money.
Trust me.
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