DOOM x Mos Def x Make A Wish Foundation

Who says dreams don’t come true?

We can see now how YouTube can serve as a beacon of light for little boys whose only waking thoughts revolve around one day meeting their Rap superheroes… Or, in the heart of this week’s Wednesday’s Child, Dante, Rap supervillains.

Dante is a lively, smart, fun loving kid that enjoys playing the drums, playing the rhodes, playing the bass, playing the crowd, and playing himself…{||}.  These qualities, along with Dante’s submission video, were brought to the attention of DOOM, the New York-bred, under bridge-dwelling, creator of the new form of performance art that cult members fans have grown to call ‘Binge Rap’.  DOOM had a couple of minutes to spare while on his zero-city tour, so he decided to stop by and spend time with his biggest fan, little Dante.

Dante and DOOM spent the day reciting Posdnous lyrics, synchronizing their day-glo G-Shock watches, debating on who was the coolest member of Full Force, deciding on which one of the lovelies from Twerk Team they wanted to make their main squeeze, and discovering that they were both allergic to purple Jolly Ranchers.  Dante even mustered up the courage to play DOOM some cuts from his latest album, The Ecstatic. DOOM said it sounded familar.  Good times.

Lastly, right before they went to meet Puff and Jay Electronica at the mall, the two discussed possibly working together in the future.  They juggled some concepts, including creating Hip-Hop’s first 34 track, 17 minute album.  Some of the possible project titles they thought up were:

Definitely Villains

Mostly The Vile Voices

Hear No Evil, See No Evil

These two are going to be friends for a long time, I just know it.  And all this because little Dante just wanted to let his villain know how he felt… a real tearjerker if  I ever seen one.

This week’s Wednesday’s Child was brought to you by the generous folks at Pigeons & Planes

Testing Is For Lames…

Some things just sit with you.  They sit, and they linger, and they dwell, and they fester, and they take showers, and have families, and get into nasty fights with the neighbors, and re-do the kitchen, and switch bodegas,  and become reference points and benchmarks and theoretical ideals for shit that has nothing to do with what they actually are …nor were ever intended to be.

Now its ingrained in your psyche.  Its processed into your culture…and all of a sudden, you gotta respect it.

And it doesn’t take much.  No math.  No science.  You just get caught sleeping.  At one point in its seemingly meaningless existence, you allow the ash from your teetering blunt to overstay its welcome just long enough to fall on a small—yet prominent— corner of your galaxy.

Now you have to change….damn.

But just as your focus turns towards your saran-wrapped stash of wholesale conformity… it happens.  The zen moment.  That’s when you realize that, as much as you can appreciate the ease and lack of thought required to still stay relevant with the current sensibilities of society, you no longer have to compromise with aesthetics when considering practicality and function as clear priorities. Plus…after a good run…you just think shit got old.

Now anyone who understands the strength of street knowledge can and will understand the swear jar of intention that will be this blog.  By no means am I an expert on anything.  I actually think this will be as consistently inconsistent as the bottom drawer of the dresser. Think 4 parts life, 5 parts history, 6 parts influence, 2 parts inspiration, 3 1/2 parts sweet vermouth, and 1 part that water from Tuck Everlasting.  Chilled. Straight. In a tumbler.  You know…the classics.  That old guy shit.  That shit you order from the fine bartender so she consciously shows you a little more respect than the E&J’rs.  That shit that’s gonna still work either way…today, tomorrow, or next tomorrow.

…shit… I don’t know what I’m talking about…

…but when in doubt, I’m siding with the classics…all day.

Gangstarr – 24-7, 365

“Harold Williams and Sean Combs Are Great Guys.” – Diddy & Dirty Money – “Angels” – {Dir: This Mahfuckuh Hype Williams}

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I am a Hype stan.  I will tell you that 10 out of 10 times.   You are going to see alot of some of the same !nughs around here because I simply don’t have time to deal with wild nonsense.  …I wish i did at times…it might be theraputic…but, alas…nope. So I stick to what i know, and I know i like this shit.

I will expound on my straightup father complex with these two within the scope of this post as steadily as need be.

I will also from henceforth be supporting anything Puff puts out in regards to this union.{……..yes hetero}

I still kept the trailer for the archives.