Check who was at the Wiz/Bulls game the other night. First pres to an NBA game in 10 years. I like to look this picture why having this play in the background.
Baby do you remember when/ Fireworks at Lake Michigan.
This guy needs to be wollaped upon. Although...somehow I see a "2009" UNH student resembling W2 bobbing his head a little. Weezer meets Sublime at a party...they are introduced by Stifler. BANK. Also...HORRIBLE. Also unable to look away.
When this guy when down for the season, I declared to W2, "The Magic are done. You know who's runnin' the point? JJ Reddick." The next game, homeboy went 4-5, dropping 17 on the Atlanta Hawks.
Then, I email W2 JUST THE OTHER DAY and tell him that Devan Harris, despite making that amazing shot, is not as good as everyone says he is (he turned the ball over 4 times in the 4th quarter in that Sixers game.)
And of course... ...he drops 42 on the Bulls last night.
Forty Two.
The lesson here? Whoever I tell you stinks...
Ok, now the good news... This is what I am having for dinner tonight. Photos to come...
Doom is the business. He is like hip-hop's Andy Kaufman.
From KMD to collaborations with Griff, Ghost, Danger Mouse, and Madlib, his smoothed out kisch has kept APT heads bobbin' for years. Well the man in the iron mask is back. Get a taste here.
"So nasty that it's probably somewhat of a travesty, having me daily total people, you can call me Your Majesty."
Those of us in Maine love to give props to the people and things that have emerged victorious from this calm, seemingly sedate and mellow state. Writers like Henry Wadsworth Longfellow and Stephen King, musicians like Ray Lamontagne, and of course mainstays like Moxie Cola and the L.L. Bean backpack craze that continues today. What can I say? We've got it all: great blueberries, abundant lobster, and as many authentic New England lighthouses as you could possibly cram into a long-weekend road trip. Why would anyone leave?
One individual of whom I recently have become a fan is Greg Stump of Greg Stump Productions. Greg is the God of epic 1980's ski films, complete with cheesy soundtracks more appropriate for the porn industry. He combines skilled skiers with neon jumpsuits, horrific plot lines with Western mountain sunburns, even throwing in sponsorship from such companies as Swatch, Coors, and Adidas. In viewing the films, one might wonder about the sobriety of the ski stars, their mountain antics suggestive of more than just the white powder that falls from the sky in winter. Either way, I'm envious of the skills visible in the films, and encourage you all to give props to this Maine native that hails from Shawnee Peak and Sugarloaf roots.
Check this sample from his 1988 hit, The Blizzard of Ahhs:
And then of course one of his more recent films, Fistful of Moguls:
Kid Cudi released this mixtape last year...this is a cut from that tape...the vid is DECENT.
Also on the music tip, a APT classic gets a facelift. I'm remastered.
Sports...I feel bad for this guy, but thanks to whoever for not making it go down...but this suit may be even more sad. Sick the style guy on him, please...or my man can help...just do something cause this is a red alert.
But more importantly, APT is now game ready for the 2nd half of the season...let me upgrade you.
On the food tip, J Oliver is like the Rachel Ray of the UK but don't hate...both cats got game and are welcome at APT ANYTIME. J has a new magazine out and the food looks GOOD. Order from J's website or just stop by APT and browse through the launch issue, courtesy of MAV.
I caught three perfect, peaceful hours of buttery turns this morning at the River. There was only one way to celebrate my solo mission, a WBLM fueled car ride home. Butt-rock bliss. This one blew my mind.
I placed a call to APT hall of famer TKO for consultation. A classic rocker of the first degree, my man has it on vinyl. 'Course.
Baller Nate Robinson is not the only fellow looking fly in the all green get up. Peep Katt Williams waxin' comedic on effective sleep aides and hunger stimulants. Dude is funny and has a new CD and it is something else.
Everyone knows Q-Tip, and right now the buzz in my hood is his newest album, "The Renaissance." Check it if you haven't already. It's dope. But in geeking out on the Interwebs I recently discovered a lost gem of the Q-Tip variety, an unreleased album from 2002 that just never measured up to the record industries expectations. Word is that Tip's been trying to get it out ever since, but nobody's biting. In the meantime, we must spread the music for him. Or at least that's how I'm justifying it. No use in letting such good music stagnate. Click here for the freebee download. You be the judge.
The Mad Scientist took in the Lakers-Celtics game at the Fleet a few nights ago. The overtime tilt went to the Lakes. Our boy in the stands told me that he wasn't about to let the outcome of the game ruin an amazing time. Liberation!
He sent me several pics, but none as good as Big Bird working on his halftime routine for the up coming NBA All-Star Game. Click on the image to make it larger. Get busy like the Prez, Pau.
He also caught up with Celtics rookie swingman Bill Walker, who was musing about the cost of fries at the Fleet. "Those better be some good fries for $8.50, damn!"
Stay tuned. On February 27th, staff versus student faculty game. Mad Scientist is going to lace em up...for the first time ever. I predict a hospital visit.
Hardworking, glitch-hop superstar Gil Scott Herron is getting ready to release a new album. Check the cover art strangeness and other critical details over at Pitchfork.
In the meantime, wiggle your ass to some Preverted Undertones.
If the new one is half as good as his celebrated 2003 effort One Word Extinguisher, it will be on heavy rotation.
Did Roomie already post this one? I appreciate Q-Tip doing what he can to support public transit. And in case you missed it, and my guess is you did, peep Radiohead and Young Hov at the Grammy's.
Although I haven't seen the film yet, I have read the short story. After just wrapping up a unit with my junior honors students at school over F. Scott Fitzgerald's The Great Gatsby, I was intrigued to learn that this new Brad Pittflick was based on one of Fitzgerald's early short stories. Certainly a shift from the style and intention we usually associate with the author, but a good read nonetheless.
Check it out or print a free copy of the short story here.
Roomie is boarding a plane for Orlando to get weird with Mickey, Minnie, and the Jostens Get Fresh Crew.
Meanwhile, Ray Allen and the Celts stole one last night from Philly.
Shuttlesworth is like a machine. Run to the spot, catch the ball, square, and share. The real magic on this play happens away from the ball. Watch Big Baby set the back screen to spring Ray. Nice.
This is the perfect set up for Thursday's throw down with the Kobe and the Lakes. Our boy, the Mad Scientist will be at the Fleet. Expect a full report on Friday.