OHHH SHOT: February 2011

February 27, 2011

The Premier Tape Vol. One - download

25 Premo classics from me to you. Vol Two on the way. Enjoy.

01 – A Message From Premier – DJ Premier
02 – The Militia ft. Big Shug, Freddie Foxxx – Gangstarr
03 – Da Rep Grows Bigger – Gangstarr
04 – What I’m Here For – Gangstarr
05 – Rite Where You Stand ft. Jadakiss – Gangstarr
06 – The Legacy ft. Guru – Group Home
07 – On The Mic – Rakim
08 – Waiting For The Day – Memphis Bleek
09 – Lazy – Freddie Foxxx
10 – A Message From Premier – DJ Premier
11 – Hip Hop – Royce Da 5’9”
12 – Goldyen Child [remix] – Ras Kass
13 – The One & Only – Snoop Dogg
14 – D’Evils – Jay-Z
15 – Kick In The Door – The Notorious BIG
16 – Crooklyn Dodgers ft. Chubb Rock, OC– Jeru The Damager
17 – The Big Picture – Big L
18 – Recognize - The LOX
19 – The 6th Sense – Common
20 – Above The Clouds ft. Inspectah Deck – Gangstarr
21 – So Amazing – Termanolgy
22 – Invincible – CNN
23 – Nas Is Like – Nas
24 – I’ve Committed Murder ft. Guru, Mos Def – Macy Gay
25 – Mathematics – Mos Def

DOWNLOAD: The Premier Tape Vol. One
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Super Fail

So about a month ago in an effort to clean up the city before it's inundated with tourists in September, Len Brown's Super City decided to declare war on graffiti. Now beating up on tags in the city, albeit a war you'll never actually win, to me is fair game. I get it. What I struggle with is paying people to paint over legal graffiti murals which have been happily running untouched for the past 10+ years, on privately owned property?! Not council property. Privately owned property. Really Len Brown? A grey wall beats a mural. Why can't we be more like Melbourne, London, New York where the city councilors actually get it. Where they commission artists to brighten up their walls, not pay council workers to paint over existing murals on property they don't even own.

Before - The mural on Poynton Terrace

After

UPDATE March 1: Len Brown apologised via Twitter to Askew (the artist), mentioning that "council officers should be in touch with you, business owner & K Rd Ass. with options." So, shot Len. You're not the dick we all thought you were. I'll be keeping an eye out my window at work to see when a new peice goes up.

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Oops, I Got Trashed and Broke My Foot The Weekend Before Starting My First Job

When you first move to New York after college you need to know how to drink. Because even though people work their asses off here, they also like to party. Even on Sundays! Sometimes I think that this city is like a college for neurotic grown ups/people who walk really fast.

I moved to New York a week before starting my internship at a Big Name Magazine. I had arrived early to “look for an apartment” aka “party before becoming a real person,” so on my last Saturday of Unemployed Freedom, my friends and I went out hard. And we started early. By 11 pm, we had already painted the town – ripping shots with foreigners, doing karaoke with foreigners, hitting on fat bouncers (with foreigners?), dancing with bums in abandoned alleys, injecting Four Loko into our eyeballs. And just about the time we should’ve put ourselves to bed, an old friend from college invited me to his sister’s swanky place for drinks. House party? Yes, please! (FYI, when someone says, “Hey come over for some drinks,” don’t equate it with “RAGE” and “BRING YOUR DRUNK FRIENDS TOO.” Instead, equate it with post-dinner banter, jazz music and “social” drinking.) So, within five minutes of being there, my drunk friends and I knew we were way too wound up to be sitting on pretty couches talking about art and other chic details. My drunk friends are smart though – they left. I on the other hand, decided to play emo DJ and roll around with the fluffy dog in the corner. Owner of the house didn’t find this funny. I was an hour too late on the uptake, but finally caught on due to her excessive eye roll/tongue click ‘tude towards me. Sorry for partying.