these are pics I came across yesterday. go bump TRUNK BOMB because it’s the new thing to do and watch for the hook!
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these are pics I came across yesterday. go bump TRUNK BOMB because it’s the new thing to do and watch for the hook!
I’m notorious for my decoys and surprise attacks, but this had to come out so I can see what time it REALLY is and move on to the next. After way too long and no budget, here is the preliminaries to the trunk bomb tests. If you folks are about it, please let me know in a plethora of ways and if you really like it then PLEASE BUY IT.
I have a record for Haiti in the works like everyone else (as we should, anyone can help) but this record is going to the good cause of me making more records (and other things like this blog, for starters) in better ways with better people, HEALTHY AND IN A HOME.
(seriously folks, if you still buy music and you buy it online then please check it out and purchase it if you feel like it deserves such. everything does count in small and large amounts.)
This mix is out of control if you like the whole 80’s synth R&B style of music. While the honorable Dam Funk has done a marvelous job of putting you up on game in a myriad of ways, DOWNLOAD THIS MIX and seriously trip the heck out in the grooviest of ways. I’m blowing myself up over here because I’m chopping SOMETHING off of this mix for some new muzak endeavors, format be damned….
I love this skate team. It’s owned by the god Rodney Mullen (Godney?) and his personal jesus, Daewon Song. Together, these two have been responsible for more skateboard innovation than (insert witty comparison here) over the last decade. Rodney, himself has been the HNIC for my entire lifetime (and that is 32 years in october) and if you skate, you do tricks due to his diligence. Their team is the technical leftover of the glory days of World Industries (in my not that humble opinion) and Chris Haslam and Torey Pudwill alone could make a TEAM. Then you get Lewis Marnell (a dude I have to admit to sleeping on until his Nike part in nothing but the truth, the dude is like a Tom Penny with dreads X10 or some equally foolish comparison) and Greg Lutzka (I hate that hat and I hate his sponsors besides Almost, but he is a montster. Hands down) y Cooper Wilt and there you go. They even have a fake skater from time to time.
While their website hasn’t worked properly in a couple of years and Rodney Mullen is quietly going berserk developing a NEW way to skate, (by switching his stance to no stance at all. I’m confused like you) they still have tabs on the next generation. While he is kinda awkward at times, this is said strictly from an armchair perspective. By the halfway mark, you realize how good this kid is and by the end of the video, you know how good he’s going to be! He had at least 2 tricks that I have not seen anyone do yet. Between him, Cory Kennedy, Kevin Romar and Donovan Strain, the skateboard industry is kind of like the music industry in saying that turning pro has absolutely no significance if you are doing this type of shit without a sponsor, besides some money. THESE are the new dudes re-writing the future.
the homie Greg hit me off with a bunch of covers for influences when we were planning the initial artwork for Trunk Bomb (you have no idea. I may need to get a record deal just to do the packaging!) and I loved all of it and wanted to share some of it with you. I’ve come across so much amazing artwork over the last 10 years alone, that I may just start collecting and sharing them with the rest of you. while the Rusko cover isn’t an example of astro-jazz or cosmic soul or whatever, it looks great.
here are some pictures that I think are funny for no apparent reason. all I do is make songs, read comics and do weird math.
Let’s try this again.
Last time, I tried to tell you how that O.G. infinite lives code from Ikari Warriors could be looked at as basically a pythagorean mathematical equation outlining basic human metaprogram survival sequences in 3-D spacetime. Up, Down, Left, Right could be integers equating to the dominant/submissive (up/down) and advance/retreat (left/right or forward/back if you are a side scrolling dude) traits that influence current society and communal interaction between individuals. A, B or B, A could be the binary yes/no, like/don’t like, fight/flight, I’m okay/you’re okay black/white impulses that pretty much rule this world and Select/Start is the playeristic law of causality that in a nutshell says, that before you make ANY choice, EVERY choice is available until you settle on the one that will be your next course of action. Meaning, before you do something so simple as walk in a straight line, there is a ridiculously high number of possible things that could happen to you or your immediate surroundings either before, during or after you take that first step. (If this is crazy to follow, it’s because I just woke up, literally and in other ways. Trust me, not many dudes are doing this for a reason. It isn’t enough to merely understand it, you have to overstand it and ultimately BE it. wild shit….) This brings the pimp’s phrase “let your next move be your best move” into a whole new light, so to speak. It’s ironically funny how that code is for eternal lives and ammunition in a war against anger (ikari’s japanese translation) and it’s also suspiciously funny how that code (minus the repetition) has 8 characters to it.
Enough people give examples of how the numbers 1, 3, 5, 7, 8, 13, 23, 33, 69, 90, 180, 333, 360, 666, 888, so on up to whatever, play an IMPORTANT part in our geometrical make up to where it isn’t a problem being all into that idea. The whole secret spaceship/experiment/evil aliens working with an even more evil government that worships an evil lesser god from a lower wavelength who probably looks like either kermit the frog, carrot top or a dalek from land of the lost plot is a template to understand the game we’re playing. It’s really all about numbers like that movie The Matrix.
more will soon come as always, this is a encrypted LESSON/TEST.
I just wrote the best blog on earth linking Robert Anton Wilson, Timothy Leary, Pythagorean math and the code for infinite lives on the game Ikari Warriors all together and even thru in a little utopic game from R. Buckminster Fuller in there. I love how computers do dumb shit and don’t do auto-saves. Tumblr, you are the weakest link. Fuck you for 72 hours.
Just because I still believe sharing is caring (in SOME ways), I’ll hit you with a link to the paper Mr. Wilson wrote in regards to Mr. Fuller breaking down info. A billion billionaires, huh?
(I guess I’m banned from posting youtube footy now? here is a pic of some stuff that is funny, along with a relevant ancedote…)
for real. it was during my last month of working at Amoeba and obviously, you don’t quit a job like that unless you either have a really good reason or they WANT you to. it was a bit of both. I was plotting it out and going thru the motions while my first album was flying off the shelves with a jet-pack, knowing that I had to make a straight up life changing decision that was made no easier by being SURROUNDED by the various facets of the consequences of that particular choice. anyway, many people came in and out of Amoeba during my tenure there and since I didn’t watch much TV, I didn’t know much about Tracy besides that he looked familiar and everyone was fawning over him whenever he came into the store. in my ignorance, I treated him like a normal (albeit, loud) dude and sold him music. during this mythical last month, dude comes up to the usual outpost under the stairs and is on some usual type of wild rant that all the nearby people are naturally egging on because it’s basically a free personal show. I walk up moderately amused (and most likely insanely stoned) and he immediately turns to me and says “my man, how much time do you spend in the studio?” now, I was taken aback by such a statement simply because I had no idea that the guy knew anything about me besides the fact that I worked at Amoeba and could help him. I answered as honestly as I could, explaining that since I had a protools rig in my bedroom (at the time), I basically woke up working and went to sleep working. to this response, he was all “see? that’s what I’m talking about. I’m working on a comedy album and my management is saying that I should think of a plan B or something and I was like ‘I’m Tracy Motherfucking Morgan, there is NO plan B!!’” and to that he stormed off in the direction of the registers while someone most likely said “sho!” while another said “shuf! shuf!” and yet another, said “chuuuch!” to no one in particular. I was motherfucking floored and while I didn’t go watch his shows the next day or buy Handsome Boy Modeling School (the homie Hines Buchanan is on there too and that still wasn’t enough. them and Tim Meadows should just have a reality show called 3 colors of coffee and kill it all day.) on sight, I did quit my day job…. while I currently miss that day job (and all ways of earning usual loot) like a lost limb, I don’t regret for a second my decision. here’s Tracy “ALL OR NOTHING” Morgan acting a damned fool on local television. Lord, please keep him around. He’s good for the people, he’s an enabler.
here’s a quick “Oh Yeah…” for you, why does Tracy McGrady look like a conceited, yet very satisfied pervert? better yet, why does he look like the old man from the family guy?
literally not a good look.
(since I couldn’t post the viewer for the news below, I decided to post something equally entertaining from the fine minds at Crailtap™)
I had THIS footage for the past 3 hours and didn’t want to automatically post it due to me dropping too much viewer content and not enough literary form as of late. FUCK THAT. This is some classic shit and I screamed like a little hoe cake bitch with my tail between my legs when I saw it. I’m a fan, rap is the shit and eat a dick to you tight-wad haters……
and for a special bonus because I giveth a fuck about you and your life, BUMP THIS NEW ERYKAH BADU SONG!!!!!!!!!!
I have been on some clown shit recently on the blog because I’m tired of writing marksist manifestos to the world about the indie music scene and where I reside in it. check the tracks out over here and if you like them, subscribe to the crev-wave. anyway, I found these two pics amongst a throng of idiotic shit and I had to pull these to the side from their source and speak on them. no props to the site that I got these on because that place is an aggregator for maniacal chicanery and foolishness. it highlights the dark night of the soul and encases the motherfucker in amber for perpetuity.
while I didn’t get this off of “phun.org” I can only assume that the dudes stole it from me like I did them. my old intern and cronie N. used to play this musical game with his roommate (and fellow player partner) Q. and these dudes also preferred to looked like two goobers. the only difference was that those dudes are two handsome fellows and can pull girls at will. (well, Q. can. N. is way crev and would rather play video games. he did have one of the hottest girlfriends ever while playing this madness and can get girls though. just saying- editor’s note) I would imagine that these guys either normally never find themselves witness to the situation behind them, or they film dorm room pornos all of the time. either way, these dudes should be ashamed of themselves. in my teenage years (the 90’s) a true simp would play a tune on the guitar to save these girls OR they would be in the corner freestyling, totally ignoring the girls and hoping they would wander over to “the cypher” and get in it or some shit. I don’t know.
QUESTION: how many people does it take to screw in a lightbulb? ANSWER: the exact same amount it takes to carry a radio on the beach. four. so, batteries were just a “fuck it” in this case. I have so much in my mind that I want to say, I could base a sub-blog off of this picture. now, if I wrote this for the street carnage™ blog I would say this:
“see? if these weren’t pirates, I would ignorantly say that this was in the southern U.S. and 44 paces from that exact location would be 2 caucasoid folk stereotypically found in a remote rural region, who most likely engage in clandestine night time activities. upon witnessing these four individuals, the first would then turn to his companion and say “look, niggers.” where upon the second individual would then firmly nod his head in affirmation and say “yep.”
there is more but, damn……
(oh, and evidently phun.org is your source for dumb shit. I’m not linking you to there, no sir.)
this is strictly for irony or something. I love PPP and obviously these dudes do too. wow. they need to make a real video. Platinum Pied Pipers, not these dudes since this is their real video…..
this next video is one I can’t stop going on about, the thing is SO SICK the group is called Metronomy and their whole video catalog is the shit, check them out. I may have even posted this here already, but it deserves one more gain….
here is a SICK new video by the homegirl (yes) Mia Doi Todd that was directed by Michel Gondry, of all people. The entire dublab crew is in the video and it’s a great sight to see!
