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.HACK THE PLANET.
like I REALLY ever gave a commuting fuck about the monolith series known as MORTAL KOMBAT. I liked raiden and I felt like those pus-sacs that knew every finishing move were elitists and I wanted to see them all die by firing squad. motherfuck a noob saibot and motherfuck toasty. that being said, the trailer for this looks out of control. I actually want to see this movie at some point……
this is brought to you by tiedtogetherberlin and you would be a fool to think I wouldn’t poach or post this…
a. she is on a fucking skateboard, moving or stationary does not matter.
b. she is wearing my favorite pair of nike cortez sneakers. I used to call them the “lionel richies” because he has a pair on a cover that cannot be found at this moment.
c. LOOK at those jeans.
the big homie DAF has been destroying decks with his transcendental mixes for a MINUTE now. to me, he is what would be referred to as “a digger’s digger” or someone that is just ABOUT the science of looking for music. you usually judge a person’s prowess or dedication to their craft by how famous they are from it, especially in Los Angeles. there are dudes out there who do the art justice by treating it like a personal relationship versus a blank check. there are even dudes out there like the mythical “Russian” who would rather sell you weapons of mass destruction and illegal contraband BEFORE he sells you records! the homie Operator-X is on this short list and I think that DJ Jun and Jon Liu (if you buy records in L.A. on a normal basis and have done so for more than 2 years, you will know exactly who these dudes are) are basically the high priests of this cylindrical cult.
see, the underlying trick in all of this is that:
even if the homie used a computer and protools to crush this mix, not everything is on mp3 and even if it is, it may not be on iTunes or beatport or bleep or whoever else is schilling it to you at the time. music has been around since before paper and damned near before recorded history and collective memory. music has always remained exactly that, even though the innovations came by way of recording medium (from paper to silicon) and recording instrument. some individuals and prominent groups are under the impression that with every innovation the recording medium takes, the last version instantly becomes obsolete. BTW, this is fucking insane, music and it’s formats aren’t computers. read my older blogs and put the grandiose pieces together like that cop on usual suspects……
(oh yeah, here is the mix that I was referring to previously, either turn it up or download it. while I’m a drop.io dude myself, it’s on divshare and you can preview it so, fuck it…….)
I could care less about the TEAM but I would really like these dudes to get another ring before they finish up their storied careers and waltz on to the hall of fame in single file line and shit. KG is my fucking idol and RR is the future. PP is the race horse and Jesus S. is a rain of hammers. I’m all about aliases on here because I’m hip. When they added Sheed, yeah I thought about E-40 and his song Record Haters. Whatever, they are on point and they cannot disappoint. they even have the modern day Mugsy Bogues! fuck it, they even gave Stephon Marbury a job last year! the dudes have the patience of special olympics gymnastics coaches……
if L.A. wins, I’m still cheering because I’m about the Lakers as much as I’m about the game of basketball. you can hate as much as you want, but Rondo is emerging into his “I am become death” avatar right before our very eyes. throw up W’s and all that but make sure you press slo-mo so you can watch the changing of the guard in real time…..
(p.s. they look like a team in a movie, the ones about to take over the game in the shadiest of ways…)
(while this picture’s size can be constrained in order to fit the proportions of the frame, it’s probably the only picture posted that can bleed over and not have an adverse effect on the links and such on the right. ladies and gentlemen, I present to you the first panorama bleed shot on giovannimarks.net)
I gotta pull the card out of the deck and say that I have known this kid for a minute. Maybe even a hour. Hailing from the wild isle known as the MTL, (or Montreal, Quebec to you lames and squares) this young Quebecer has been banging away at the pads, keys and such for a sec. From his Mofomatronix days and his myriad of parties thrown in conjunction with certain beloved individuals, he has definitely put in his work as of late. Now having rocked both blog, standing wave and sea to shining sea in major ways, he comes out with cold remixes strictly for the will of keeping dance floors and bed rocking steady. This particular 4 song remix set has some bangers in the traditional wave-swerve sense on the Rhianna (Drake is supposed to be hitting on the not low-low) and Cassie (she has a nice piercing) songs, but the last two are the boiler/baby makers on the thing. The Birthday Sex (MTL and NYC’s late night anthem of summer 2009) track definitely does it justice and as far as the Janet Jackson song goes, I haven’t heard a sicker re-do of a song that I could give a damn about the original since Thavius Beck’s version of Kelis’s “Get Along With You” a few years ago. That shit was so sick that when I met her at the record store in 04, I BOUGHT the manipulator CD and gave it to her so she would be up on game. She liked me though, we talked for half an hour about shoes and shit. Sorry Nas….
Anyway, in the hopes that my multi dimensional big mouth spreads to Ms. Jackson (or at least the homies that know her and are in need of some straight up tech hits) and she gives this fool blessing and a production placement, here is the diggy download and the Janet Jackson remix that I am most likely having sex to within the next 24 hours:
(I jacked this from gorg, how sick is this?!??)
it stopped me in my tracks and while I am tripping off of lots of visual biz these couple days, it’s because there is an abundance of shit dropping on the old rumblr tumblr as of late. I am plotting on doing the whole graduation to wordpress, but that shit is way too technical for what I want to do on this here piece….
ol’ fiddy’s trying to see his G-Unit cast homie Christian Bale and do the whole machinist thing for some role in which he portrays a dude with cancer. I NEVER make fun of cancer, so kudos if he is doing it out of respect for someone. however, you gotta wonder where all that diesel-ness went. the dude was a billboard for HGH a year ago, he supposedly did this to himself in less than a month…..
“fame has a price, bitch…..”
While I have had opposition over my decision to back this album, it’s all good. I’m copping it when it actually DOES drop and I tip my fitted hat to the dude for a stellar introductory album. The streets were going crazy over Hova’s return and that birthday sex song played from every car in NYC once an hour all summer long last year. The other song you may have heard was that best I ever had track off of his MIXTAPE. Yeah, his promo release got more attention than most folks careers do. If I have any sort of criticism about this record, it’s that it is only as good as the O.V.O. So Far Gone mix. It being a real “album” will officially catapult him to stardom and all that, but he was already a canadian actor before the fact. The dope thing on here is that he raps a lot more than you would think and his introspective music actually has meaning versus the “cant tell me shit” hubris that Kanye West constantly transmits. I think that Drake’s emo-ish insecurities on tape make him more of a poster boy of the generation that came post- Atmosphere (and all associated parties) than someone who is out to MAKE himself famous by any means. While he wants to quell the haters, spend loot, fuck with chicks and give props/run to his people who stuck by him like any good rapper, he still sounds humble to a fault. He still talks about his mom on every third song and you hear more about him NOT getting with the girl of his immediate dreams than the other way around. In fact, if you listen to him close enough, all of his girl selections are fairly mundane for a young timer like Drake. He seems to prefer working women and such, thus getting spurned by them due to what can only be deemed as his bachelor lifestyle.
All these contradictions don’t paint the collage of a attention concubine like Mr. West, they are more like the brain patterns of any self respecting young man in some sort of spotlight during their life. The playboy eventually turns into the character on the movie Broken Flowers, the piece that attracts slowly loses it’s luster like some of Slick Rick’s old jewelry. The trick with the 15 minutes of fame thing is that everyone’s clock is set to a different time, so you never REALLY know when it may be over. The only thing you know is that you never want the wild ride to stop rolling. What I hear more of everyday in the mainstream (and almost never in current indie-rap music that is charting because the battle is over and everyone is eating) urban market is the hunger to succeed due to literally not really knowing where your next meal ticket may come from. Dudes on labels that aren’t fun house vanity mirrors or art experiments (AKA labels that make money and sell records) don’t know WHO may acquire their label and all intellectual property from that label, and this is on a daily basis. When I hear Drake say “I want this shit forever, mang…” on whatever song, I know that he is talking about the feeling he had doing that song and the feeling that he has knowing that someone like me or NoCanDo is saying the same line right along with him. I know what money can buy you and I don’t really care too much for all of it. All of the money in the world can only buy you the experience of spending all of the money in the world. Once you figure that out, the rest is cake. I think Drake has that almost all figured out and he’s trying his damnedest to tell the people who don’t from his perspective.
Even if they aren’t listening, the rest of us are….
of course I gotta go 2 for 2 and reblog this pretty thing brought to you by ffffix and the wonderful people that copped this japanese Kalavinka X what apparently is Adidas fixxxi….
here is another (this time dug up) for good measure, this one is a yellow bike and if you know me then you know how I feel about that….
when it’s a non-snow season, bikes are the business…..
….it doesn’t really matter when my URL is my real name, does it?
this pic is just to show how ubiquitous skateboard fashion is in this day and age. I would love to believe that the dutch killer being apprehended above is wearing some shit that is a bootleg of the Circa™ brand, but for some reason or another I see them doing this type of shit too. all the skate fashion companies (with the exception of a few) make shit for skaters who aren’t skating at the time and the people who want to look like skaters who aren’t skating at the time. it gets all weirded out when randoms just go and “put on” some clothes because they saw them and can buy them. I mean, there are enough knock-offs of every shoe to the point where you don’t HAVE to wear those Osiris D3’s 10 years later….
(this amazing poach is courtesy of eatsleepdraw and it deserves all the original information left in. I would QUICKLY use this as an album cover or book cover.) SUPER SICK:
Drowned World | Caustica | Mixed Media: Tissue Paper/Magazine/Paint/Modpodge/Pen/Ink
I had fun with this piece, working with tissue paper is so interesting. Crits welcome, I’m always trying to improve. And if you have a chance, swing by my tumblr, too. :D
(SWING BY HIS MOTHERFUCKING TUMBLR!!!)
