“If one of those babies were poor, I don’t suspect you’d want to punish her because her dad got laid off from his manufacturing job or because leukemia killed her older brother and bankrupted her parents just in time for her birth.” -Rob Delany Continue reading
One of my favorite bands reminds me of how I am who I am. Continue reading
I’m sure you constantly wonder what I listen to in my iPod as I’m walking down the street doing things much more important than you are doing. I know! I’m so important! Here are the Podcast I listen to on … Continue reading
As a commuter, which is a fancy way to say that I ride the damn bus a lot, I have to have some music to listen to. That’s just a fact. I don’t particularly want to hear a crying baby, … Continue reading
Man. Remember the Mid-nineties? When you could hop into a car and listening to the best music ever created by human beings? Pearl Jam coming out? Nirvana at their prime? And, of course, Wu-Tang. Wu-Tang. Wu-Tang. The middle nineties gave us such classics as Method Man’s Tical, Ghostface Killah’s Iron-man, Gza’s Liquid Swords and, of course, Raekwon the Chef’s Only Built 4 Cuban Linx. Man. That album is dark, gritty, and completely about selling drugs and shooting people. And, just when we need him the most, Raekwon is back with an album that Wu-Tang can be proud of. Only Built 4 Cuban Linx Vol. II sounds like the second part of the original album that we never got a chance to listen to. It is gritty, witty, hard and violent, with beats that force your neck to bend and your head to bob. You bob your head! Tracks like “Gihad”, “Fat Lady Sings”, and “House of Flying Daggers” brings back the good old days where I used to go to school, go to work, jump in a buddy’s whip and cruise the mall looking for trouble to get into. We never got into any trouble, but Raekwon made us feel like we could if we wanted to. Warning, this isn’t for the children. Raekwon the Chef is called Raekwon the Chef because we cooks drugs on the stove, not because he likes to eat. And Ghostface Killah might have the most profane rhyme I’ve ever heard. I was embarrassed just listening to it. But if you want something worth listening to that is far, far superior to the crap they put on the radio, this is it. Other albums making that commute a little better: Radiohead, In Rainbows. Murs, Murs For President. The Afghan Whigs, Gentlemen. Deftones, Saturday Night Wrist.