If I'm honest, the only reason I'm posting this is because I have the pleasure of seeing Uncle Shotsie everyday, and it's fun to post youtube videos of people I know. Having said that, this is my first look at Uncle Shotsie in all his brilliance. Dig those lapels, why don'tcha!?
Working on this show feels like I've stolen someone's fantastic life. I'm having a good time.
Joe Frazier, a tough, underrated heavyweight boxer from Philadelphia and one of the sport's fiercest competitors who spent a lifetime playing second fiddle to his nemesis, Muhammad Ali, died Monday night from liver cancer. Frazier was 67.
Frazier's death was announced in a statement by his family, who asked to be able to grieve privately.
Frazier was diagnosed with cancer in late September, said his personal and business manager, Leslie Wolff. He had made several personal appearances since then.
Murs may be one of the best rappers you've never heard of. In fact, I would go so far as to say he may actually belong in the No Wack Verses Club. Honestly, I've never known Murs to write anything other than outstanding stuff.
Here's a freestyle like you've never seen (for all of my folk guitar-loving friends).
So the folks over at Bad Lip Reading have finally set their sites on the prime target, Herman Cain. I would advise against eating or drinking while watch this. You may spill it all over your keyboard.
What's funny is that Cain makes about as much sense in this video as he does in real life.
Tonight, I'm going to spend some time writing (or at least, pondering) some material for my current project. Therefore, allow me to leave you with this.
Many people often ask me how I do what I do. This is about the best way I've heard it described.
Even though this is a new month, I couldn't resist posting what I discovered last night.
This is a hidden track on The Roots' first live album The Roots Come Alive. When I first heard it, my first thought almost exactly matched one of the actual comments under the video on Youtube.
Black Thought is simply scatting this stuff, and he's still more engaged than 90% of the emcees I hear!
I'm going to be honest here. It took me a while to pick up on what these cats were saying. I mean, there's quite a bit in this song that makes very little cognitive sense. But then I heard Mr. Funke spit:
They don't understand how I feel about the funk/
I walk with the funk/
I talk with the funk/
I eat with the funk/
I sleep with the funk/
I live off the funk/
I'd die for the funk.
Somehow, that allowed everything to come together. It's funny how things happen that way.