You are a ghoul with that nasty smile, and yr fucking advisors are gross.
But yr an adult, and it’s still you saying all this, and yr politics are really sick.
I hope you can live with yrself when this is all over.
Yeah, dis bitch is bak, new album coming, this sounding like Massive Attack got a hold of her or something, she should have a boxing match w/Tricky, etc.
Nas chats in a bit shot between revelations of Rev. Jackson’s “nuts”iness and his use of that-horrible-word-that-should-be-banned-forever that was originally the title of Nas’s new album (which, btw, has renewed my faith in this beautiful monster called hip-hop). Oh Reverends, it is not yr year, is it?
In certain universes, if you’re blind, you should probably learn how to play four or five instruments during one song.
The man behind this, probably the most famous political ad ever, died a couple weeks ago.
Schwartz was an expert sound gatherer and media analyst. Here’s an MP3 of an excellent radio show explaining his legacy far beyond the below. (Strangely, this is all that a YouTube search on his name yielded…)
Jay-Z’s first tune at this year’s Glastonbury Festival was Oasis’s “Wonderwall,” mocking Noel Gallagher’s recent (sublimatedly racist, of course) claim that hip-hop essentially doesn’t belong on the festival’s stage.
But let it be recorded that East London producer/MC Mantis Beats went at the tune–and the pop industry–before Hova.
OK, so although it’s gotten a fraction of the views of the similarly viral ball girl spot that this director, Baker Smith, also did for Gatorade, it’s in French (and I’m an elitist) and it involves cycling (here’s to you, MDM), and, etc.
This movie’s DOPE.
Spencer Tracy plays John Macreedy, an injured WWII vet searching a little shit town to find the father of the Japanese-American soldier that saved his life in combat in Europe. Turns out the father was killed after Pearl Harbor by Reno Smith (Robert Ryan), the local racist jerk by the door in this scene who wants to prevent Macreedy from investigating. Here, Smith’s goon Coley (Ernest Borgnine) starts shit and Macreedy MURKS him!
For timmmiii, lover of early-century traffic films.