BBC NEWS
24 December 2010
US pilot 'probed over YouTube videos of airport lapses'
The videos on YouTube allegedly showed ground crew members swiping security cards and then entering the airport's secure areas without any screening.
http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/world-us-canada-12078040://
I smell a set up. Remember history:
Before JFK died there were lots of messages and signs that most missed. Jim Garrison does a great job of pulling up the evidence:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3vdsEN4rC5M
Lately it's been things like: "Military is now playing 'War Games' scenarios of how to handle public outcry and rioting"...and CIA engaging in "Operation WTF (WikiLeaks Taskforce) to "examine whether the latest release of WikiLeaks documents might affect the agency's foreign relationships or operations"...or US Senators saying on the record, "you illegally shoot the son-of-a-bitch (Julian Assange)"...
I'm just saying...
Now we have a pilot who noticed something was fishy about the airline worker checkpoint, so he taped it and put it up somewhere public, BECAUSE HE KNEW IT WOULD GARNER SOME ATTENTION IMMEDIATELY...
that's a call for help...
JFK died as a result of the Military Industrial Complex losing power to a young, upstart president who thought he could "break the CIA into a million pieces," even though the military had been grooming the CIA since WWII.
US President Dwight D. Eisenhower said this in his exit speech on Jan.17,1961:
"We must guard against the acquisition of unwarranted influence...the potential for the disastrous rise of misplaced power exists and will persist. We must never let the weight of this combination endanger our liberties or democratic processes. Only an alert and knowledgeable citizen can compel the proper meshing of the huge industrial and military machinery of defense with our peaceful methods and goals, so that security and liberty my prosper together."
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8y06NSBBRtY
Please be aware at all times for game playing on the part of the Military Industrial Complex. Remember there were "War Games" going on the week before 9-11, that's why they claim fighters weren't scrambled the moment those four airlines went off course (national security protocol has fighters ready for attack within 20 minutes of any major commercial airline course derivision) and took two hours to hit the World Trade towers.
The CIA took out JFK, Robert Kennedy, Martin Luther King and most likely Malcolm X. Those leaders' messages of change was too much for the leaders of our military to handle, so they were silenced.
Let's not let that happen again. Notice. Pray...and next time they are tempted, let's catch them in the act and let everyone know about it. Then maybe we can peacefully coexist with our military brothers who might be afraid of peaceful change.
Transparency is the Apocalypse
Saturday, December 25, 2010
Thursday, December 23, 2010
The Goddess of the World
On down days, my frown fades,
when she wipes it away, with her touch of grace,
summer breeze, subtle rain,
she's like the trees, how her colors change.
Don't ask me how, I'm just immortal,
I walked thru what I thought was just a porthole,
she likes to chuckle, I love to chortle,
about how she makes sure my blade stays vorpal.
When she was young she fell down the rabbit hole,
and loved every minute of her dramatic roll,
she still plays, more emphatic though,
every story ends in some climactic, "WHOA!"
...it's all messed up, cause
when we're out on the town, they all press up,
it's not me they came to see...I'll bet'cha,
it's she...
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"Who's that woman, all dressed up?"[x8] (Rolling Stones sample)
That's no woman...that's the Goddess of the World...
1st quote- (Alice in Wonderland sample)
"Have I gone mad?"
"Afraid so...you're entirely bonkers...but I'll tell you a secret...all the best people are..."
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...but that's cool, and she is too,
this "Earth" place taught us a thing or two,
like don't be afraid to have a dream or two,
if anyone deserves wealth, it's me and you...
...and you and you, (and you and you),
she would agree with me too, and give you food,
if you need it, and give you Truth,
when you eat it, you finally feel completed.
I just needed some cleaning,
my eyes were closed, I couldn't trans-paren-see it,
she gave my life some meaning,
I stopped with my excuse of a human, and started being.
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2nd quote-
"Remember, the vorpal sword knows what it wants...all you have to do is hold onto it...perhaps I'll see you in another land..."
"Who's that woman, all dressed up?"[x8]
FROM THE UPCOMING ALBUM: "Book of Toth"
when she wipes it away, with her touch of grace,
summer breeze, subtle rain,
she's like the trees, how her colors change.
Don't ask me how, I'm just immortal,
I walked thru what I thought was just a porthole,
she likes to chuckle, I love to chortle,
about how she makes sure my blade stays vorpal.
When she was young she fell down the rabbit hole,
and loved every minute of her dramatic roll,
she still plays, more emphatic though,
every story ends in some climactic, "WHOA!"
...it's all messed up, cause
when we're out on the town, they all press up,
it's not me they came to see...I'll bet'cha,
it's she...
--------------------------------------------------
"Who's that woman, all dressed up?"[x8] (Rolling Stones sample)
That's no woman...that's the Goddess of the World...
1st quote- (Alice in Wonderland sample)
"Have I gone mad?"
"Afraid so...you're entirely bonkers...but I'll tell you a secret...all the best people are..."
--------------------------------------------------
...but that's cool, and she is too,
this "Earth" place taught us a thing or two,
like don't be afraid to have a dream or two,
if anyone deserves wealth, it's me and you...
...and you and you, (and you and you),
she would agree with me too, and give you food,
if you need it, and give you Truth,
when you eat it, you finally feel completed.
I just needed some cleaning,
my eyes were closed, I couldn't trans-paren-see it,
she gave my life some meaning,
I stopped with my excuse of a human, and started being.
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2nd quote-
"Remember, the vorpal sword knows what it wants...all you have to do is hold onto it...perhaps I'll see you in another land..."
"Who's that woman, all dressed up?"[x8]
FROM THE UPCOMING ALBUM: "Book of Toth"
Tuesday, December 14, 2010
Sunday, December 12, 2010
America
Dedicated to JFK, RFK, Martin Luther King and Malcolm X...but it's also dedicated to E. Howard Hunt, George Bush Sr., Richard Nixon, the CIA, the FBI, the DEA, the NSA and the American Military complex.
lyrics
I know this chick named America,
she's married to a man who's been scaring her,
he protects her, but he lies and steals,
and cheats...while swearing upon her seal.
She's heard rumors of clandestine, backroom deals,
and getting off on enemies losses in "the field,"
but lately, someone's making 'em squeal, and
now she's nervous, about how it's making him feel.
She's seen things, but it's more than that,
she's been clothed and adored and worn the hats,
she's been housed and fed and adorned in tats,
and enjoyed being an accessory, before his acts.
So now, she's as guilty as him, and
if she doesn't fix it, so will be her kin,
and that WILL be a sin, when her
man makes his move, will she too or blow in the wind?
Remain status quo, accept the life,
become an accomplice, and let it slide.
Is it worth her time, to keep her turf and pride?
Were it up to him, would she live, or die?
You can fool people some of the time, but you
can't fool yourself forever, so stop lying.
Can she, find enough backbone to climb,
out of this pit of despair, where the water's fine?
Can it be time for some amnesty,
and come clean, and trust her man to be
the man he claimed to be before transparency, and
stop withholding rights of fellow humanity?
She'll forgive him if he can, but if he can't,
the Apocalypse of Truth will divorce their hand,
only to reveal a greater land...
rock will stand where their secrets wash away with the sand...
FROM THE UPCOMING ALBUM: "Book of Toth"
Saturday, December 11, 2010
Shoe Bombs (Live from Lambert 2009)
My friend Helias [RIP] had a tape recorder when US Marshalls arrested him from the plane to his wedding. Here's the EXcerpts:
Saturday, November 27, 2010
H Shakra [RIP HELIAS]
H Skakra [RIP HELIAS]
Life is infinite,
but this experience isn’t,
so…what are you gonna do with it…
don’t know?
[hook] x2
Run to your mother, run to your father,
they’re the ones who care…
run to your lover, run to your partner,
they’re the ones who care…
What happens if you don’t know?
What about, if it’s too painful
Do you suck it up, and spit it out,
or let it go and stick to a different route?
Whatever you do, know,
you have plenty of people to turn to,
but before it gets that bad,
say something, to somebody, and fast.
[bridge along hook]
Take some time, don’t go anywhere, but
before you go there…
run to your mother, run to your father,
they’re the ones who care…
if you make up your mind, to leave us here,
please be fair…
run to your lover, run to your partner,
they’re the ones who care…
let ‘em know if you’re getting low,
or if you ever think of letting go,
run to your mother, run to your father,
they’re the ones who care…
cause if you really gotta go, I wanna know…
run to your lover, run to your partner,
they’re the ones who care…
You might not know when,
you might not know where,
but when God steps in,
you’ll feel that breath of fresh air.
Everything you do, matters then,
but you really can’t go nowhere,
the choice is yours between life and death,
but please friend, don’t you go there…
[bridge along hook]
don’t you go there…x16
credits
released 30 October 2010
Written, produced, mixed and mastered by Jonathan Toth from Hoth at The Cooler in St. Louis, MO for TheFrozenFoodSection.com in 2010
Saturday, November 20, 2010
Romancing the Grindstone-FREE DOWNLOAD
Schnicked up at the Sprint store, dropping bills, copping minutes,
filling up on bio-diesel, while my Honda’s huffing gas.
She’s such a bad van, and she’s got a lotta figure,
so bad, she still sports an Obama sticker.
Remember those days, on the brink of
change? We were dancing in the streets when they announced his name,
but after watching politicians go back to their old
ways, it’s like GOD DAMN, more of the same.
They tricked us again, so many false hopes,
was it human nature that choked or the media hoax,
that replaces truth with some public anecdotes,
about how ‘we’ feel, speaking up for us common folks.
I don’t know about you…but I never
asked to be spoken for by the f*cking news.
I put him in office for the bigger view, and he’s
got eight years to do what the last guy didn’t do.
Oh, you don’t remember? You sure better G,
or get served like the rest with short term memory,
who let their news team turn their destiny
into anger, and not bother to learn the rest of things,
like, who in control would want to cause unrest with things,
and are you mad about the past or the present things?
I’m still getting over the last guy who made a mess of things.
Maybe it’s really him who you want to burn in effigy.
You know the media gets paid right?
to state and/or claim what it’s owner wants it to say,
especially nowadays, right Rupert? When your
boys get voted out of office, time for a power-play:
push the public into a dour game, of
playing with our emotions and coaching our pain…
…unless we don’t want to play…
turn a loss into a gain and tell ‘em not again,
spare the rod, spoil the child, guess they won’t learn a lot.
My favorite way to punish is to turn ‘it’ off.
They can’t dictate my dictum,
with rants and raves that pander to victims,
profiteering off fear and indecision, with
no answers or solutions, just sheer bitchin’.
So I let the chaff fall by the wayside,
and keep the wheat in my stash for a great ride,
and cast my pearls before people of the same Mind,
cause when my man says it’s on, it’s GAME TIME…
…we did it once, for the right reason,
saw through the propaganda, and the cheatin’,
the sidetracks, the lies, and deceivin’,
and won…and seeing is believing,
but power itself isn’t beyond treason, and
those opposed to change don’t like what they’re seeing.
So stay focused and back it with that active reason,
cause since JFK it’s been flack jacket season.
FROM THE UPCOMING ALBUM: "Book of Toth"
Beat by Splitface with raps, claps and 808s by J-Toth.
Recorded, mixed and mastered by Jonathan Toth from Hoth at The Cooler in St. Louis for TheFrozenFoodSection.com
Sunday, November 7, 2010
Thursday, November 4, 2010
New release from Johann Sebastian Toth featuring Robby Swagg: "Inhale, Exhale"
FROM THE UPCOMING ALBUM: "I Johann, Do Solemnly Swear..." by Johann Sebastian Toth
Tuesday, November 2, 2010
Why I remembered to vote
I voted straight D this year...that's never happened before.
Here's why I "remembered" to vote:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8BJfMPxQuiU
Here's why I "remembered" to vote:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8BJfMPxQuiU
Tuesday, October 12, 2010
EARTHWORMS MOVIE: "Chase the Dream" SAVE THE DATE: 10/22/2010
October 22nd, 2010 at the Mad Art Gallery in Soulard (St. Louis), The Earthworms present their movie: "Chase the Dream"
BE THERE WITH US:
$5 FOR ENTRY
$10 WITH BEER
$15 WITH BEER AND DVD
PREVIEW:
BE THERE WITH US:
$5 FOR ENTRY
$10 WITH BEER
$15 WITH BEER AND DVD
PREVIEW:
Monday, October 11, 2010
"U Can B Pretty 2" by KamaToth Cocktales feat. Black Spade
Kama's coming back from New York, and KamaToth Cocktales has a new single:
"U Can B Pretty 2" feat. Black Spade...LISTENABLE FOR FREE
"U Can B Pretty 2" feat. Black Spade...LISTENABLE FOR FREE
Sunday, October 3, 2010
Another one...
Would Jesus be able to uphold the separation of church and state, or would it be a conflict of interest?
Interesting question
If Jesus was here today, based on his practice and preaching, would he be conservative or liberal?
Friday, September 10, 2010
Three New Videos from "Waiting for the DJ" Black Spade, Rockwell Knuckles and Tef Poe
"Ecstacy" by Black Spade
"Shining Star" by Rockwell Knuckles
"Fire" by Tef Poe
"Shining Star" by Rockwell Knuckles
"Fire" by Tef Poe
Wednesday, August 25, 2010
KamaToth Cocktales has released it's first single...FOR FREE
Kama of Earthworms and Jonathan Toth from Hoth have combined for "KamaToth Cocktales".
This song is free and it features Nick Savage and Black Spade.
KAMATOTH COCKTALES ALBUM COMING SOON...
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
"Waitin' for the DJ" The Official Mixtape feat. DJ Needles is OUT NOW.
ALRIGHT ST. LOUIS UNDERGROUND RAP FANS..."Waitin' for the DJ" The Official Mixtape feat. DJ Needles is now in PODCAST FORM (Side 1 and Side 2) FREE:
RIGHT HERE:
http://thefrozenfoodsection.com/podcast.asp
Saturday, June 12, 2010
"Chapter 8. Work Makes Free" feat. J-Toth, by Tucker Booth and Splitface from the album, ExBoyfriend
Now that Tucker's swag is back he goes out on the town looking for job applications and new opportunities. While waiting in line at the coffee shop TDB is noticed by a sultry siren and has to decide whether he should be forward or spend more time nursing his broken heart.
Featuring J-Toth and the alter egos as Tucker's conscience.
lyrics
Intro:
TDB:
I don't know about this job thing man...
I'm not sure if I'm cut out for that (defense on 3)...
Verse:
Work makes free
Money makes moves
Freedom ain't free
Scrilla ain't too
Gotta make papes
Need to make moves
Find some new friends
Meet a new Boo
Want to get back
Try to let loose
Get running so fast that they'll never catch Booth!
You could be my bird and I could be your man
Take a new path
Begin to understand
That Booth back in the day was a catastrophe
One of the freakiest deekies man I had to be
One of the best off the top but I did that for free
And I do that for me
Because it has to be
One of the queerest ass things a white metro could be
Still hold down Redondo Beach to Maplewood, Misery
I'm a hurricane and you're hardly drizzling
Got kicked out my place at night out shivering
In a hallway in U-City at 3:00 in the morning
After Lojic with Frozen Food and The Royal Illete
How could this bum rappin' end up happenin' to me?
I always thought eventually I'd be delivered from defeat
By the same God that told me 'Definitely don't be discreet...
If you don't put it out there
No one will be there to see
All of the myriad ways you express infinity
Lead a better life: See, Think, Be Pure Synergy
That transcends Time, all crime, all mimicry
With a home brewed flavor I savor like chicory
At the coffee shop
In line behind Ms. Hickory Dickory Dock
Hear her on her Blackberry Storm
Flippin' some slippery talk
"Oh, I'm busy every night that you're off...
That sucks...No I'm not blowing you off!"
She reaches the front of the line and
Abruptly gets off
Takes a look at me and her mini-crows feet go soft
For 15 seconds her eyes are breaking me off
She's hot, fit, 36 on the dot
The kind of chick that comes equipped
With the condoms and pot
And makes love like it may never ever stop...
Now that's she's softened
It seems the only option is to
Buy her a scone and
Get this mothertrucker poppin'!
I do my best to channel my inner Christopher Walken
And affirm that my swag is more rockin' than Dokken
And not crushin' this chick is not an option
I need this chick like the Mailman needed Stockton
And I'm on point again
Ex Boy on the joint again
"Hi...My name is Tucker, Girl, and
I know we're going to be friends..."
Bridge:
Make Love...Til the end of time, t
The end of time and back again...
Unless another hiccup or slip up
Gets my ass jacked again...
She's so gone and
Never ever ever coming back and then...
And now here's this new nipple queen
Steppin' up to the tip and
Damn I want this chick from
My pale subconscious...
All the way back to school at Wisconsin...
[Toth]
Someday, I'm gonna be famous!
No, you're not.
I'm gonna go against the brain width!
No, you're not.
I'm finna take the whole game kid!
No, you're not.
You're gonna do what you do, so go smoke your pot.
You're just jealous, wait and see,
you're not nearly as talented as me!
I'm underground like Mos and Kweli!
So stay there, like Pac and B.I.G.
What?!?
Shut up, and do something with your frustration,
any idea you didn't use, you just wasted,
any trend you warmed to, you just faked it.
What's the point of living hip hop if you just hate it?
Your castle of sand was built upon talk,
the best wrestle the land and build upon rock,
cause when that media storm comes to flood your spot,
and you got nothing to show except a bunch'a squawk,
good luck. For real, hope you're Irish kid,
but it takes more than luck to keep your stylus big.
The same logic applies to when you find a chic.
Can you know her soul, when you ain't spent time with it?
Love's about your gifts, not your taking,
and it's not really concerned with your safety.
This is none of my business, sure, hate me,
just don't be mad at the fact that work makes free...
credits
released 01 June 2010
Produced by Splitface for Crew932.com
Recorded, arranged, mixed and mastered at The Cooler in St. Louis, MO and Frozen Food West Studios, Redondo Beach, CA by Jonathan Toth from Hoth for TheFrozenFoodSection.com
Tucker Booth, "Chapter 3. Strip Club" on the album ExBoyfriend (written by Jonathan Toth)
Now 4:00 in the morning, Tucker barrels down 40 across state lines to East St. Louis, looking for rebound love in the strip club. Once inside the club he meets Jezebell, a stripper schooled in the art of separating drunken fools from their valuables.
Jez asks Tucker if he would like to join her in a downstairs room for a private dance and he agrees. Just before heading down a grizzled bouncer stops Tucker and demands his wallet, credit cards, and car keys as incentive to behave. He also makes it clear that Jezebell is the only one who can use her hands...if Tucker touches her he will be ejected 'violently.' TDB agrees and heads on to his hasty tryst.
Once she has led him down to the private cellar, Jez begins a dance routine so beguiling that Tucker begins to have flashbacks of his ex Christy. He hallucinates that he is talking to Christy, begging her to make up with him, and then goes in for a kiss...with disastrous results.
Co-Starring: Danielle Payne as the Jezebell and Abe tha Babe as The Bouncer.
lyrics
[INTRO] Horns...phone ring
TOTH: ...Tucker...do you know what time it is?
TDB: ...Wait, wait. Lemme check...oh yeah...it's TIME TO GO EASTSIDE!
TOTH: [click]
[BEAT DROP]
Eastside looks so pretty at night...all those neon lights...so inviting...so enticing...SO MY THING.
Swervin' through East St. Louis,
drunk, shocker right?
I'm curvin' to double lines
done up in dotted white,
They lead me straight to that place,
where trouble's gotta hide,
Eastside...cause Mis-
ery's gotta lotta pride.
It's nothin', especially
when it's time to come inside,
lookin' for a friendly face,
to make my nature rise,
and when I get to the door,
it's really no surprise,
that Jezebell mesmer-
izes me...with her eyes.
Closer and closer, she's comin'
bolder and bolder, I'm done in,
my tunnel vision's from my
cock,-a-dude-who'll-do run ins,
my fist slipped to my zip-
per, like don't miss this chance,
but she's quick to catch my
drift, "Would you like a dance?"
"If you insist," shit, I'm
talkin' with my ding-a-ling,
"Cash or charge kid?" Oh
yeah...ch-ching, ch-ching,
"There's three rules, and you'll re-
spect 'em and agree, to
first gimme your credit card, (huh?)
second, gimme your keys, (wha?)
thirdly, and most im-
portantly, only she can ap-
ply the touching. You touch her,
you leave, violently.
"Get it?" "Oh yes sir, for
sure, I would never sir.
I shall follow thy word,
down to the letter sir,"
She held my paw, and I
let her, downstairs to a
cellar, she sat me down in a
chair, and now will do as I tell her!
Closer and closer, she's comin',
bolder and bolder, I'm done in,
she's got my business in her
hands and she's slowly rubbin'.
She's so beautiful...
"Christy, why'd you have to leave?
Do you miss me? Can
we make up and kiss please?"
Then she said "yes," and
meant it, so I leaned in and
went to get it, and swept her
up inside my tightest grip.
Then came a shriek, that
'didn't sound like she was she,
Pushing and yelling like,
"Hey D! Get him off of me!"
Next thing I know, they
threw me on the hard street,
no money, no credit card
...and no car keys...
TDB: "Hah Hah, fuck you guys. I touched her...HAH HAH I TOUCHED HER, YOU COULDN'T STOP ME! I WIN! YOU LOSE!
[OUTRO] Tucker passes out on an Eastside street.
TheFrozenFoodSection.com
Monday, May 31, 2010
Planet Rock by Black Spade at S.L.U.M.Fest in St. Louis
The video footage is from his performance at S.L.U.M.Fest on May 29, 2010 in St. Louis at Atomic Cowboy.
The song was recorded and mixed by DJ Mike G for the Waitin' for the DJ Mixtape and mastered by Jonathan Toth from Hoth in March of 2010 at The Cooler in St. Louis, MO for TheFrozenFoodSection.com
Waitin for the DJ
The first 100% LIVE Mixtape, featuring some of St. Louis' top underground hip-hop and soul artists, including Black Spade, Teresa Jenee, Rockwell Knuckles, Prince Ea, Corey Black, Tef Poe, Family Affair, and more. Hosted by DJ MikeG and DJ Doc Oct, Mastered by Jonathan Toth from Hoth, Mixed by DJ Needles, and featuring beats by Rome, Nodzilla, Hawthorne Headhunters, and a mix of other industry and indy beats. For more info check out www.WaitinForTheDJ.blogspot.com
Waitin' for the DJ Mixtape by DJ Mike G and DJ Needles is coming soon from The Frozen Food Section
Sunday, May 30, 2010
Vivid Imagination by Family Affair at S.L.U.M.Fest in St. Louis
The video footage is from their performance at S.L.U.M.Fest on May 29, 2010 in St. Louis at Atomic Cowboy.
The song was recorded, mixed and mastered by Jonathan Toth from Hoth in March of 2009 at The Cooler in St. Louis, MO for TheFrozenFoodSection.com
Saturday, May 22, 2010
She Told Me So feat. Izzle and Helias (his last verse recorded in The Cooler, March 2009)
[Helias]
Hello Kitty, hello pretty,
you make me forget this shitty little river city.
Can't we just be narwells and unicorns?
You and me, and games, and vodka, and video-taping our stupid porn.
Waltzing into the high school reunion...
I'm so fucking stupid, don't mind me.
My mind's on our money,
when I'm this drunk, nothing's really all that fucking funny.
Anikan, light-saber slash mannequin dummies,
it's amazing the way you turn nothing into something,
like pride, I really rather I'd died, a
thousand times over, when I'm so sober, I'm no soldier.
We slung reality over the shoulder.
Love's colder than the Antarctic polar...base.
I love the way that you taste,
it's more than just a love affair, I'm sorry, I'm hardly there...
Heart beware, it's fun to give a fuck,
this is far, far too much, true love sucks.
Selfish death-wish, I now know the best is
unlearning, it's burning, I'm turning self-less-ness.
Mommy I'm comin' home, Daddy's comin' home,
I'm comin' home, I'm comin' home,
I'm comin' home, I'm comin' home,
Mommy I'm comin' home (I'm so sorry) I'm comin' home...
She Told Me So
Hello Kitty, hello pretty,
you make me forget this shitty little river city.
Can't we just be narwells and unicorns?
You and me, and games, and vodka, and video-taping our stupid porn.
Waltzing into the high school reunion...
I'm so fucking stupid, don't mind me.
My mind's on our money,
when I'm this drunk, nothing's really all that fucking funny.
Anikan, light-saber slash mannequin dummies,
it's amazing the way you turn nothing into something,
like pride, I really rather I'd died, a
thousand times over, when I'm so sober, I'm no soldier.
We slung reality over the shoulder.
Love's colder than the Antarctic polar...base.
I love the way that you taste,
it's more than just a love affair, I'm sorry, I'm hardly there...
Heart beware, it's fun to give a fuck,
this is far, far too much, true love sucks.
Selfish death-wish, I now know the best is
unlearning, it's burning, I'm turning self-less-ness.
Mommy I'm comin' home, Daddy's comin' home,
I'm comin' home, I'm comin' home,
I'm comin' home, I'm comin' home,
Mommy I'm comin' home (I'm so sorry) I'm comin' home...
She Told Me So
Sunday, May 16, 2010
Ghostwhirl featuring MF DOOM, Digital 12" released by TheFrozenFoodSection.com
http://jonathantothfromhoth.bandcamp.com/track/1-ghostwhirl-feat-mf-doom
1. Ghostwhirl feat. MF DOOM
written by and J-Toth and MF DOOM [Lord Dihoo, ASCAP and Frozen Food Music, ASCAP], produced by J-Toth, scratches by DJ Crucial with help from Helias
2. Ghostwhirl REMIX feat. MF DOOM
produced by DJ Crucial, scratches by DJ Crucial, recorded by DJ Crucial
3. Ghostwhirl instrumental
4. Ghostwhirl REMIX instrumental
5. Ghostwhirl acapella
[Toth]
well
-here we are again…just you and me,
-I don’t need a friend, maybe two or
three,
-that’s me myself, and I, happiness will
be awhile, until I remember
how to freestyle right,
-man, I see bland faces, floating
next to me, is this
my
destiny? Hope
not, or I might throw up, to lose the recipe,
man, I sure
can stay inside my head, and
play dead, like night of the living white
dreads,
-who want to be angry, but them seem frightened,
-sort of reminiscent
of clash of the teen titans,
-I used to have a girlfriend, but it was
time to
go, when she was
trying to show, how much
hate she could still taste from
things that happened awhile ago,
-it was wearing thin, but I can be a trifle
slow, es-
pecially on a tourniquet that should’ve stymied her flow,
-I never
earned her full bliss, it went wrong, but my
permagrin is quite strong, like
500,000 miles
long, cry on, cause I’m
like the swan, and if this
mic is
on, I guess I
might stay on long enough to write this song,
yeah, right, it’s
hype. get your clothes girl.
-I don’t have the time or mood to make your toes
curl,
-no more open mics? no sir,
ever since you laid the cold hurt, it’s a
ghost world,
NEXT, a strict regiment of sets on the bowflex,
chromium to
mold flesh and wheat grass to show the rest,
-meditation and some slow
stretching, let the mind
go to rest when necessary, speaking of which, no
sex,
-it’s a time to heal, not a time to hate,
-and don’t try to keep it real
in such a sad state,
-just be depressed for a sec, and if it ends late,
be
like yeay! I made through to the next day. The
best say, you can’t stay in one
place too long, the
rest say, you’re gay if you still like those old love
songs, the
test press day is now, I best press play and taste the
sound,
just in case I see a queen and want to checkmate her
style, and we could just
embrace, or ride out, but right
now, I’m still looking for love inside my
hideout,
-it’s really nothing to cry about, but when I’m out
patience with
my mistakes, it’s like, “God, get the white-out!”
“…and there are doubts,
in your abilitity,
there’s too many blind, in your analogy,”
[DOOM]
-what
a messy fuss, it happens to the best of us,
Love/hate to raise the heart rate
up to your chest to bust,
-and leave you with just enough stress to cuss,
ooh
trouble, two’s a couple, three’s treacherous,
-and got you open like the high
seas,
hoping like deez for the squeeze on live G’s,
…jive turkeys,
they
lucky if they survive the depths of hell, it’s murky,
-jerky, come on
work with me,
see how she’s twerking the skirt with tits perky, a
flirt with
a smirk that could body you in one shot
glance, and let ‘em rot, I’m like,
“not a chance, hot pants!”
-run feet, and keep from off front street,
that
sizzle like the blunt heat, with business that’s for under
sheets,
-creep on secret missions, peep it, or
else be in some deep shit,
with more fishes to sleep with.
GHOSTWHIRL Digital 12"
http://jonathantothfromhoth.bandcamp.com/track/1-ghostwhirl-feat-mf-doom
Thursday, May 6, 2010
NancyBoys feat. Blaine and Tucker Booth
As the last song on the album, Blaine and Tucker do hot summary of Nancyness over a beat specifically designed for the album by DJ Crucial...he's so proud of his brethren.
[Blaine intro]
Come on boys, it's time to play, you know what that means...hit the runway...
It's Blaine Zapain, I came in on a
wave that's just about to crash.
Check the stats and you'll collapse, and
miss a chance to check my abs,
or my ass or a dance,
tango with God's perfect man,
just be thankful that this class,
outpaces your modern cast.
We set trends that they can't grasp,
then we set their records fast.
GQ called me and I laughed, as
far as magazines go, they're trash.
I will not soil my hands,
asking that of me is bad.
Listen man, I'm Nance,
and an artist of the tan, and...
[hook x2]
Nancy...
You're such a flame,
let's just play the game like
all you NancyBoys...
[Tucker]
Some guys say they're Nancy and it's
clear their sense of style is scant.
Some chics come off Nancy, and then
I mistake them for my aunt, that's
Nancy, Nancy Noise, from the
Ed Hardy hat wearing, pants-me boys,
pressure-cooker, shook bum-looker,
tranny hooker, can't be boys.
So so def, these herbs can't hear a
snicker at their Bennetton.
Blinded by the light, that I will
not 'please pass the Grey Poupon.
The more baller they act, their self-
respect is going, going, gone.
It's like they're Broke Back Mountain passing
themselves off as the new Bond.
Stay nasty. F the chains and deals, leave
that for the folks who get meals on wheels,
you can keep your ice grills and Viagra pills, cause
I'm...too sexy for the Hills...too sexy for the Hills...
[hook] x2
Nancy...
You're such a flame,
let's just play the game like
all you NancyBoys...
[Flame on bridge]
[Tucker hook]
[Tucker outro]
Song from the free album
*********************
NANCY by The NancyBoys
*********************
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Monday, May 3, 2010
Businesss feat. Blaine Zapain, Floss and Leaf DOWNLOAD for FREE from NANCY
Businesss is businesss...let the NancyBoys tell you, and don't take it personal.
[Blaine]
Will Blaine win today? Oh probably, but
it'll be a pain until I exclaim, 'Monopoly.'
I play so well from pushing pesos, to droppin' G's,
put you're red octagons away, there's no stoppin' me.
Mom used to say I was lazy when my doobs were
blazing, then I stepped up my game and tutored Jay-Z.
My memory's not hazy, and my enemies think I'm
crazy, don't mess with me dudes, I think I caught that AIDS thing...
It's called strategy, there's no stoppin' the
dunk, that's like trying to keep Jabari from watchin' junk, or droppin' super-size, to reduce the size of Ronald's rump, paying Apache's to bring back the scalp of Donald Trump.
Action! I'm THAT man, you're only talk.
I'm a fat man like Larry Flynt, so I don't even walk.
I'm rollin' like Batman and Robin in my own see-saw,
skate with Natas and do business with Tony Hawk.
[hook]
It's businesss...x3
What's the deal man? Why are you taking this so personally? I don't understand man...
[Floss]
I just arrived from the Ivory Coast, the plane was gross,
the Lear Jet gave me armpit sweat, I had to buy new
clothes, and find a club, so I can grind some hoes, so
what my shoes are made alligators and at night they glow. I can afford it, I'm rich, Abercrombie and Fitch,
they were my parents, I was adopted at the age of 6.
All I do is take trips, I'm Floss. Diana Ross
is my agent for my fragrance, and it's called 'La Crosse.'
I have star status, smooth as silk fabrics.
I deserve it. What, you think I'm not worth it? That's
why I have a Swiss bank account and you're a street urchin, you're at the bottom of the sea and I'm with Blaine surfin'.
My calf muscles stay hurtin', skate betties stay workin',
my life is waaay perfect...
[hook]
It's businesss...x3
Hello, uh, yeah I think the line for autographs starts right there, you know what I mean, I don't even talk to dudes anyway, but your girlfriend is cute, you can send her over...
[Leaf]
Leaf's back bitch, hide your weak tracks it's,
time to speak facts about gettin' green stacks.
You need cash to buy a truck-load of weed, and to
get that I have to sell a fuck-load of speed.
I bought it in Old Nice, while rockin' a cold fleece,
kept it bung-holed for a week, the police
never thought to search me for fear of besmirching their
family names, cause Uncle Jack is lurking...
Leaf Brown, but my businesss is green. I
need a pound, that I can split into teens, and
disperse it to the kids in the scene, I'm leavin' town,
but you can find me on 'shake-down street.'
Hold up, dude this breakdown's sweet, notice
how Phil turned his bass down, peep, but for
real my new favorite band is Franz Ferdinand. I made
a million bucks hustlin' grams at 'Burning Man.'
[hook]
Its' businesss...x5
Okay, if you're walking around the desert naked, could you please do some sit-ups? No one wants to see your beer gut, but when your girl sees me, she cheers up...
Song from the free album
*********************
NANCY by The NancyBoys
*********************
thefrozenfoodsection.com
Saturday, May 1, 2010
Hip Hop article from Principia College with Jonathan Toth from Hoth
Kenjams: Hip-hop and community
Editor in Chief by Kenji Yoshinobu
Music Columnist
Published April 30th, 2010
Last year over winter break, a friend invited me to attend a break-dance competition for which he was playing live music. My friend, a distinguished jazz musician where I live on the Monterey Peninsula had joined a hip-hop group for which he played keyboards. At first I was hesitant – I had been to see him play gigs before – and they were always expensive. I also had doubts about a break-dance competition really being something worth my time. True, I have been impressed with shows on TV like America’s Best Dance Crew, but when he informed me that the competition would be held at the community center in my small suburb town of Monterey – Marina – I couldn’t help but think of a handful of spiky-haired teens doing flimsy cartwheels to the Black Eyed Peas. I told my friend of my concerns, but he urged me to reconsider. Since I lived less than a mile away I figured if I wasn’t satisfied I could be back home in a jiffy, plus the event was free. When I arrived at the event the opposite of what I expected happened.
My friend’s band served as the house band for the evening, and while on their breaks a DJ spun classic hip-hop songs from Eric B & Rakim, Kurtis Blow, and Grandmaster Flash. There were also MCs who performed their rhymes, poetry, and monologues, while graffiti artists painted on canvases to the music. There were booths of people selling clothing, jewelry, mix tapes, and food during the competition. There were dozens of break-dancers that were there to compete, ages five to forty-five. Everyone gathered in a circle while each age group competed. The MC from my friend’s band, e. Sik, yelled with excitement as the dancers expressed themselves through amazing levels of flexibility, style, and grace. e. Sik urged the spectators to give their support to everyone who participated and the competition left me astonished that people living in my community were able to put on an event like this. I left the competition feeling inspired. For the 18 years that I had lived in Marina I had never seen a community event quite like this one. It made me think about the origins of hip-hop and how block parties, similar to the event my friend had helped to put on, were frequent in the communities of New York City in the 70s.
These days, with commercialized rap that exploits the materialistic aspects of what was once a sub-genre of hip-hop, “Gangsta Rap,” it is hard to remember that the art form of hip-hop was cultivated not through sex, violence, or drugs, but through communities. Jon Getzschman, a hip-hop artist (Jonathan Toth From Hoth) and Prin alum, who did his history capstone on the history of hip-hop, feels that the record industry is partly to blame for the confusion.
“‘Commercialized radio rap,’” says Getzschman, “is the negative stereotype of how the larger record companies have systematically sought out only hip-hop which will make them money.”
Unfortunately, this mainstream projection of hip-hop has led many to make stereotypes about the art form itself. Although hip-hop emerged from certain areas in New York’s five boroughs where crime was pervasive, hip-hop was a solid foundation for building a sense of community in many neighborhoods. People would gather to listen to DJs spin their favorite songs and the MCs hosting the events began to create their own personalities, delivering limericks, monologues, and onomatopoetic words, similar to scatting in jazz. The development of ego in hip-hop came out of friendly competition and the desire to provide the audience with a quality experience – one that was packed with lyrical wit and dramatics. Despite the strong animosity and disregard for community in a song by 50 Cent – a commercial artist -, Getzschman sees the Internet as a solution to bring back the essence of hip-hop, and further sees it as a means to promote unity among listeners.
“The Internet is curbing the negative traits of the bigger record companies,” says Getzschman. “When the World Wide Web can get (artists) everywhere, it leads to a new breed of fans who sniff out commercialism – the chaff – to seek and find sustenance in heartfelt art – the grain.”
He continues: “I don’t see it so much as a ‘hip-hop verses rap’ thing. It’s more like ‘pop music verses the underground.’”
Besides contributing to the public community, hip-hop has served as a sort of focal point, or a community of musical genres. Through sampling, or borrowing sounds, rhythms, or melodies from older records, hip-hop has brilliantly appropriated many different musical styles into one art form. Sampling has allowed some artists, popular or not, new life. For example, Eric B. and Rakim’s 1988 classic song, “Microphone Fiend,” is driven by a rhythm sampled from the 1975 hit, “School Boy Crush,” by the Scottish Funk group, Average White Band. This sampling aspect of hip-hop has preserved and celebrated many styles of music, and has spawned a sub-culture of record collecting, or “digging,” which is another whole community itself.
Hip-hop has also helped develop a bridge between music style and genre that was traditionally divided into “white” and “black” music categories. These categories have become more unified over the past three decades, and there is less of a divide between the expectations we might have of a white artist or a black artist in the pop music realm. From Debbie Harry rapping in Blondie’s “Rapture” to Run DMC collaborating with Aerosmith on the remake of “Walk This Way” to the Beastie Boys to Eminem to Damon Alburn’s whimsical cartoon pop pastiche, Gorillaz – hip-hop has been crucial to the creation of an artistic community where there aren’t racial boundaries.
Most importantly when one looks at any form of musical expression – hip-hop aside – it takes a community of people to create something really inspiring. It takes a songwriter to arrange the notes, vocals, and harmonies. It takes at least one person to vocalize and/or play these musical notes. It takes a producer and/or engineer to make sure the sound levels are correct in order for the piece to be pleasant for the listener. And it takes an audience to receive and interpret the melodies and message from the performance. If I learned anything from my experience with hip-hop and attending that break-dance competition last winter break, it’s that an individual always has something to give for a greater good. All music is a community of expression.
http://principiapilot.org/2010/04/30/kenjams-hip-hop-and-community/
Editor in Chief by Kenji Yoshinobu
Music Columnist
Published April 30th, 2010
Last year over winter break, a friend invited me to attend a break-dance competition for which he was playing live music. My friend, a distinguished jazz musician where I live on the Monterey Peninsula had joined a hip-hop group for which he played keyboards. At first I was hesitant – I had been to see him play gigs before – and they were always expensive. I also had doubts about a break-dance competition really being something worth my time. True, I have been impressed with shows on TV like America’s Best Dance Crew, but when he informed me that the competition would be held at the community center in my small suburb town of Monterey – Marina – I couldn’t help but think of a handful of spiky-haired teens doing flimsy cartwheels to the Black Eyed Peas. I told my friend of my concerns, but he urged me to reconsider. Since I lived less than a mile away I figured if I wasn’t satisfied I could be back home in a jiffy, plus the event was free. When I arrived at the event the opposite of what I expected happened.
My friend’s band served as the house band for the evening, and while on their breaks a DJ spun classic hip-hop songs from Eric B & Rakim, Kurtis Blow, and Grandmaster Flash. There were also MCs who performed their rhymes, poetry, and monologues, while graffiti artists painted on canvases to the music. There were booths of people selling clothing, jewelry, mix tapes, and food during the competition. There were dozens of break-dancers that were there to compete, ages five to forty-five. Everyone gathered in a circle while each age group competed. The MC from my friend’s band, e. Sik, yelled with excitement as the dancers expressed themselves through amazing levels of flexibility, style, and grace. e. Sik urged the spectators to give their support to everyone who participated and the competition left me astonished that people living in my community were able to put on an event like this. I left the competition feeling inspired. For the 18 years that I had lived in Marina I had never seen a community event quite like this one. It made me think about the origins of hip-hop and how block parties, similar to the event my friend had helped to put on, were frequent in the communities of New York City in the 70s.
These days, with commercialized rap that exploits the materialistic aspects of what was once a sub-genre of hip-hop, “Gangsta Rap,” it is hard to remember that the art form of hip-hop was cultivated not through sex, violence, or drugs, but through communities. Jon Getzschman, a hip-hop artist (Jonathan Toth From Hoth) and Prin alum, who did his history capstone on the history of hip-hop, feels that the record industry is partly to blame for the confusion.
“‘Commercialized radio rap,’” says Getzschman, “is the negative stereotype of how the larger record companies have systematically sought out only hip-hop which will make them money.”
Unfortunately, this mainstream projection of hip-hop has led many to make stereotypes about the art form itself. Although hip-hop emerged from certain areas in New York’s five boroughs where crime was pervasive, hip-hop was a solid foundation for building a sense of community in many neighborhoods. People would gather to listen to DJs spin their favorite songs and the MCs hosting the events began to create their own personalities, delivering limericks, monologues, and onomatopoetic words, similar to scatting in jazz. The development of ego in hip-hop came out of friendly competition and the desire to provide the audience with a quality experience – one that was packed with lyrical wit and dramatics. Despite the strong animosity and disregard for community in a song by 50 Cent – a commercial artist -, Getzschman sees the Internet as a solution to bring back the essence of hip-hop, and further sees it as a means to promote unity among listeners.
“The Internet is curbing the negative traits of the bigger record companies,” says Getzschman. “When the World Wide Web can get (artists) everywhere, it leads to a new breed of fans who sniff out commercialism – the chaff – to seek and find sustenance in heartfelt art – the grain.”
He continues: “I don’t see it so much as a ‘hip-hop verses rap’ thing. It’s more like ‘pop music verses the underground.’”
Besides contributing to the public community, hip-hop has served as a sort of focal point, or a community of musical genres. Through sampling, or borrowing sounds, rhythms, or melodies from older records, hip-hop has brilliantly appropriated many different musical styles into one art form. Sampling has allowed some artists, popular or not, new life. For example, Eric B. and Rakim’s 1988 classic song, “Microphone Fiend,” is driven by a rhythm sampled from the 1975 hit, “School Boy Crush,” by the Scottish Funk group, Average White Band. This sampling aspect of hip-hop has preserved and celebrated many styles of music, and has spawned a sub-culture of record collecting, or “digging,” which is another whole community itself.
Hip-hop has also helped develop a bridge between music style and genre that was traditionally divided into “white” and “black” music categories. These categories have become more unified over the past three decades, and there is less of a divide between the expectations we might have of a white artist or a black artist in the pop music realm. From Debbie Harry rapping in Blondie’s “Rapture” to Run DMC collaborating with Aerosmith on the remake of “Walk This Way” to the Beastie Boys to Eminem to Damon Alburn’s whimsical cartoon pop pastiche, Gorillaz – hip-hop has been crucial to the creation of an artistic community where there aren’t racial boundaries.
Most importantly when one looks at any form of musical expression – hip-hop aside – it takes a community of people to create something really inspiring. It takes a songwriter to arrange the notes, vocals, and harmonies. It takes at least one person to vocalize and/or play these musical notes. It takes a producer and/or engineer to make sure the sound levels are correct in order for the piece to be pleasant for the listener. And it takes an audience to receive and interpret the melodies and message from the performance. If I learned anything from my experience with hip-hop and attending that break-dance competition last winter break, it’s that an individual always has something to give for a greater good. All music is a community of expression.
http://principiapilot.org/2010/04/30/kenjams-hip-hop-and-community/
"She Got It Goin' On" feat. Tucker Booth and Jasmine DOWNLOAD FOR FREE from NANCY
Everyday in Nancyland isn't paradise. Tucker finds out when he hits on the wrong chic. Jasmine plays a hoodrat who's never met NancyBoys before, so possible romance, that could have become 'roNance' turns into 'NONANCE,' especially when Blaine shows up.
[intro]
[Tucker]
What's up girl?
[Jasmine]
Heeey...oh, you're kinda cute for a whiteboy.
[Tucker]
You want me to buy you a Redbull and Alize'?
[Jasmine]
You tryin' to holla at me? Please...
[hook]
She got it goin' on...
She got it goin' on...
She got it goin' on...
She got it bro, but she won't like you...
[Tucker]
Well, hello girl, let's play blow Tucker, I'm a
ride your ass, just like you're a slow trucker, oh
brother. She moves that big, sweet ass right, as
much rhythm as my favorite peas, the Black-Eyes.
Hop in the Bentley, that's right, my Ford Taurus, only
got one dollar, but I got four quarters. Girl,
I wanna eat you like you're a smorgasbord,
mi amore. I'm an alcoholic, can I order more?
Girl, you're the best, uh-huh, yes you are, especially
when you let me put my drinks on your credit card. I
got candy for you like I'm a ragin' raver, pull
out my death star, and play with my laser. I can
treat you whether you're high class or low 'C', we can
listen to punk rock or have tea and blow me.
Oops, I mean crumpets, maybe some sweet muffins, oh
fuck it, let me tune in to Tokyo I need lovin'.
[hook]
She got it goin' on...
She got it goin' on...
She got it goin' on...
She got it bro, but she won't like you...
[Jasmine]
Damn boy, I been thought you knew, skipped my way back to the Lou and
rolled up into the cold school, had another bite of Frozen Foods,
cause I got the recipe to get that krunky stuff, stuff,
think I'm anything less than fresh to def, you got me fucked up.
Still ballin', still lookin' damn good with insufficient funds.
Still gorgeousss. Still thinkin' you can hit? Well you ain't know 'bout nothin',
so let me tell you something. Save that front for the weather man,
don't come at all or come better man, thinkin' that I can't, you know
Goddamn well that I can and, I told y'all, you don't wanna fuck with me, better
off just go ahead in love with me, don't be scared, keep some trust in me, cause if you
want hot shit, leave it up to me. Don't front...because
I got it goin' on and you like it!
[hook]
She got it goin' on...
She got it goin' on...
She got it goin' on...
She got it bro, but she won't like you...
[Blaine]
Wait sis, I think you'd best stop.
I missed it, when did you get hot?
I'd say, you'd better shake this spot, cause
I'm Blaine, and (sigh) you're just not. So
what, you got your clothes from some of those shops?
Don't you know, my Dad owns those? GOD!
You look more like the groupies that we call 'blowpops'.
Forgive her Lord, her little bougie-ass knows not.
Around the Orange County, I'm of founding member stock here.
Your cadence and flow is 'bout as old as Heather Locklear.
Gross, like the free clinic where you got your papsmear.
I've seen your kind, but I like better pot dear.
Speaking of which, what's your name, I forgot?
And speaking of bitch, go complain to your doc. It's a
shame you would ever, dare to fill the spotlight.
Blaine is forever, like Paris Hilton's rocks right?
[Jasmine]
What? Oh hell no, see I'm about to fuck your little pasty-ass up here in a second, talkin' all crazy and shit. What you 'bout know me? I'm from the number one most dangerous city in the US of A boy! I'll shank yo' ass!
[Blaine]
My dad would so sue you.
[Jasmine] Weren't you listening? I said I had 'insufficient funds' you ain't goin' get nothin', so you better walk your ass up the block and go holla at somebody else.
[Blaine]
What? Weren't you listening? I don't want YOU! EWWW!!!
[Jasmine]
Oh no...you're one of thooose boys...mmm-hmm, a little sweet in the can are you?
[Blaine]
What are you talkin' about?
[Jasmine]
Mmm-hmm, real men wear pink my ass.
[Blaine]
That's salmon! This is salmon! Hey, this is salmon!
Song from the free album
*********************
NANCY by The NancyBoys
*********************
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Big, Blonde and Beautiful by Blaine Zapain DOWNLOAD FOR FREE from NANCY
Just to further illustrate the point, Blaine philosophizes upon the concept of how his face, body and life could be so perfect...big, blonde and beautiful...
[intro]
Yawn...hey everybody, it's Blaine Zapain...and guess what? It feels good to be Blaine...
[Blaine]
Is it possible to kill a Blaine buzz? No way.
Negativity? Shoe fly, go away.
If you wanna break balls, go play croquet.
I don't wanna see red like Ole'.
If you bring peace, I'm like, 'okay,'
not the kinda piece used by O.J.,
or the type of peas frozen like cold days,
flash a glass piece, and we may smoke hay.
Gangsta rappers still talk about the old ways, they
battle with anger, and they frown too lame,
having to be hard in front of other men sounds so gay.
Hey! They might be bi, like LL Cool J.
The guy you got your style from stole it anyway, so
don't fake, like you don't front, when you role play, and
don't hate, it only makes you go grey, my
color's come back since I made Love my soulmate...
[hook]
I'm biiig, blooonde, and beautifuuul...
As a youngun' I was such a well hung seed, in
kindergarten I was like, 'look come see!
Wow, it got bigger when you just touched me,' but it
didn't budge for Trudy, cause her underarms are musty.
I went through many years, that appeared ugly,
like when my skin started gettin' kinda bumpy,
bumbling in a bunch of money that my Dad left me,
finally get laid, like when I played rugby (not).
Surfing and skating or course my number one things.
Wait a minute, did I forget dating, or is it just me?
The ways women use their tongue-rings lately is so lovely,
I reciprocate, they seem to never dump me.
I hit a lot of dusty road in the country though,
hang with hillbillies in Georgia recording funky folk, with
accents so funny, oh pardon me sonny,
my phone's been blowing up, it's my favorite snow bunny...
[bridge from HAIRSPRAY]
"I'm big, blonde and beautiful"
"Oo you're a team leader now!"
"I'm so happy"
That's just what it is...it's like, everyone around me is so down all the time...How come Blaine's life is so lovely?
[hook x3]
I'm biiig, blooonde, and beautifuuul...
Song from the free album
*********************
NANCY by The NancyBoys
*********************
thefrozenfoodsection.com
Thursday, April 29, 2010
I Gotta Wear Shades feat. Tucker Booth, Frank Friction and Blaine Zapain by NancyBoys
A red carpet event can be exhausting, but NancyBoys are in straight celeb meditation 24/7/365. In this track, Tucker Booth muses whimsically about the future of the NancyBoys while Frank Friction and Blaine Zapain break down there personal daily scenarios.
[Tucker Booth intro about NancyBoys and Timbuck 3]
[hook]
I study nuclear science, I love my classes,
I got a crazy teacher who wears dark glasses,
things are going great, and they're only getting better,
I'm doing all right, getting good grades,
the future's so bright, I gotta wear shades...
I gotta wear shades...
[Frank Friction]
I got some new shoes for the first day of school,
walking thru the hall, making pretty ladies drool, cause I
polished up the white, rubber soles on my Chuck's, girl
gimme ride home, let's pull over and fuck, but I'm not
in the phone book, so you don't know my number, you
wondered where I was hanging out all summer, in the
suburbs, got the leather jacket and the Ray-Bans,
phone in my pocket stay shakin' like a paint can, man
I make bananers like palm trees, at the
jukebox, hair slicked back like I'm Fonzie, you
call me a NancyBoy, cause I like fancy toys, I
got the Ipod with the lightning-rod camcorder,
with a can opener, plus it's a transformer,
bar-b-qing salmon in the backyard, throwing washers.
I drink the blue can for sentimental reasons, but
sometimes I drink the red can, depending on the weekend.
[Tucker Booth hook]
I'm doing all right, getting good grades,
the future's so bright, I gotta wear shades...
[Blaine]
Yes I do...(I gotta wear shades) this is true...
I throw fisticuffs at dykes, kinda
like when I rough up my own suspect late night.
Dave might a letterman, a veteran with
great thighs, but I stay styled with a better tan,
and I have better legs, girls from here to
Winnipeg have offered me cracks at their eggs,
my seedlings fall off my ledge into the
brink of their hedge. I call it the gosling effect,
for once I was ugly, and wanted to be drowned,
then I was lonely, and wanted to be found,
life became, 'love me!' and once the coffee
grounds got tossed out and caffine comes running around,
I get sentimental, like when I have
to take my brand new Mustang back to the rental,
like when I feel like I'm a big guy who can play gentle,
like watching David make it on Comedy Central...
[Tucker bridge and hook]
He's Nancy! Oh! A 1-2, a 1-2, a 1-2,
He's Nancy! Come on! A 1-2, a 1-2, a 1-2,
I study nuclear science, I love my classes,
I got a crazy teacher who wears dark glasses,
things are going great, and they're only getting better,
I'm doing all right, getting good grades,
the future's so bright, I gotta wear shades...
and all the
NancyBoys all across the planet, do the
metrosexual 'til they just can't stand it, and all the
NancyBoys all across the world, do the
good cock-tease for every girl, and all the
NancyBoys all across the planet, do the
metrosexual 'til they just can't stand it, and all the
NancyBoys all across the world, do the
good cock-tease for every girl...
He's Nancy! Oh! A 1-2, a 1-2, a 1-2,
He's Nancy! Oh! A 1-2, a 1-2, a 1-2...
He's Nancy! Oh! A 1-2, a 1-2, a 1-2,
He's Nancy! Oh! A 1-2, a 1-2, a 1-2...
Song from the free album
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NANCY by The NancyBoys
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Tuesday, April 27, 2010
"Brothers McShierholz" by Brad, Chadd and Chip Shierholz FROM THE NANCY ALBUM
After we meet Chadd (Tucker Booth) on the last song, his older brother Brad (Kama of Earthworms) likewise intrudes upon Blaine and Leaf's business, and this song continues the family drama (including Chip--Black Patrick of Earthworms) that is known as "Brothers McShierholz" (based on West County, whiteboy private school culture--i.e. Principia)
[Brad]
Chadd I will not tie your shoes again...nope, I won't do it...
[Chadd]
Brad! Brothers don't shake hands, brothers gotta hug!
[hook]
Brothers don't shake hands...Brothers gotta hug...
[Brad]
So...16 and freakishly sexy...two young
brothers, and I'm older, watching the chain
saw and the charisma rip my television.
Dad! I want my TV back! 'No...'
my MTV he says, 'Go watch it, it's cool,
I'm gonna take Chadd and Chip hunting. Pretty soon,
you'll be able to shoot the .22,' but I'm older.
Damn, OMG why? I'm older!
Why are you taking Chadd? I'm sorry, you
caught in the garage smoking down nugs with Leaf.
I can still aim a shotgun, I can still go
'hah, hah hah, hah, hah,' and party and have fun.
The 'Studio 7' boys...
it's Studio 54, and I'm with the toys,
and I don't give a fuck man, cause I
got my Varnet t-shirt on, and I got France,
on my back...
Poison posters and Body Glove shoes is all I need,
but Mom says, 'Chip let's go to the
Gap and buy some more plaid.' Well
fuck you man, and fuck you Chip, and
fuck you Chadd, I'm older, you're younger, we're brudders...
The Brothers McShierholz, for all y'all people
out there who just don't grab hold, cause
this shit's underground...no wait,
actually it's two stories, above a garage in West
County...fuckin'-A...
I got God on my back, what do you say?
Man, I go to a private school,
fuck CBC, I go to get my jerk off, and
sell exstacy and acid to the freaks, so
sixteen and freakishly sexy...
Yeah, I'm older...
[hook]
Brothers don't shake hands...Brothers gotta hug...
[Chadd]
...and I'm younger, like those kids starving from hunger
[hook]
Brothers don't shake hands...Brothers gotta hug...
Chadd, Sh-sh-sh-Shierholz, the coolest kid,
the freakiest motherfucker since Core Project
broke up. I don't know why they did it. I
said they were a bunch of dimwits, they called Chadd a
nitwit. I said, 'My Dad's a lawyer. I'll beat your
ass on video camera and sell it to Diane Sawyer.'
I've got friends the entertainment industry, who
don't understand your wack mimicry.
Chadd's symmetry is so beautiful, it's
like looking at a painting...it's like
you ain't saying shit...Yo, you don't know what I
mean, this is Chadd, you're not a member of my basketball
team, you never went to Prin, you never knew about
Christian Science and God's reliance in me, the creator of everything, CHADD, the GOD of the world and you're
so sad, next to me, it's like you're tripping on
Brad's exstacy, Bradwell and
Chaddwell, kings of the weaponry,
let's get a look at me, my Mom needed a
c-section just to have me...
C to the H to the A-D-D, it's
Chadd...
[hook]
Brothers don't shake hands...Brothers gotta hug...
[Chadd]
Brothers don't shake hands, brothers gotta hug Brad! Brothers gotta hug! Come on!
[hook]
Brothers don't shake hands...Brothers gotta hug...
[Chadd] Mom likes me better anyway!
[Chip]
Little brother Chip off the boulder, grip the
microphone with a chip on my shoulder, not a
pushover, but I'm hardly ever sober, pockets full of
posy, my posse waiting for orders...so what you
know about Canadian borders? Colder than my
brothers, Chadd's younger, Brad's older...HOLD UP...
cause I'm youngest, geekin' off the fungus,
reekin' off a one hit, of the blunt kid.
My main pundit cooks poncet, I love it when she
drops another dozen, I'ma knock it up or something.
Suddenly I'm jumpin'. Cut and leave or something? Never, I'ma be her husband, I'ma go to school and be a
chiro-prac-adjustor, but Brad introduced me to a
glad-bag of juicy, blueberry koosh, heebrid
that he bred, but Chadd told Dad, and
Dad got angry, and grounded my ass, that's the
reason that I can't leave, so I had to sneak out in my
$100 sneakers, snuck into the chem lab and
stole a bunch of beakers, deegis, broke a Bunsen
burner so it's goin' be smellin' fishy, listen to my
whimsy, Gypsy thought patterns, two beers and I'm
tipsy, Chip flip words like Jacob's Ladder. My
grey matter pancakes are fatter than your average
Ursa. This little man's a damager, he'll manage to hurt ya...
[hook]
Brothers don't shake hands...Brothers gotta hug...
DOWNLOAD FOR FREE:
http://jonathantothfromhoth.bandcamp.com/track/brothers-mcshierholz
Song from the free album
*********************
NANCY by The NancyBoys
*********************
thefrozenfoodsection.com
[Brad]
Chadd I will not tie your shoes again...nope, I won't do it...
[Chadd]
Brad! Brothers don't shake hands, brothers gotta hug!
[hook]
Brothers don't shake hands...Brothers gotta hug...
[Brad]
So...16 and freakishly sexy...two young
brothers, and I'm older, watching the chain
saw and the charisma rip my television.
Dad! I want my TV back! 'No...'
my MTV he says, 'Go watch it, it's cool,
I'm gonna take Chadd and Chip hunting. Pretty soon,
you'll be able to shoot the .22,' but I'm older.
Damn, OMG why? I'm older!
Why are you taking Chadd? I'm sorry, you
caught in the garage smoking down nugs with Leaf.
I can still aim a shotgun, I can still go
'hah, hah hah, hah, hah,' and party and have fun.
The 'Studio 7' boys...
it's Studio 54, and I'm with the toys,
and I don't give a fuck man, cause I
got my Varnet t-shirt on, and I got France,
on my back...
Poison posters and Body Glove shoes is all I need,
but Mom says, 'Chip let's go to the
Gap and buy some more plaid.' Well
fuck you man, and fuck you Chip, and
fuck you Chadd, I'm older, you're younger, we're brudders...
The Brothers McShierholz, for all y'all people
out there who just don't grab hold, cause
this shit's underground...no wait,
actually it's two stories, above a garage in West
County...fuckin'-A...
I got God on my back, what do you say?
Man, I go to a private school,
fuck CBC, I go to get my jerk off, and
sell exstacy and acid to the freaks, so
sixteen and freakishly sexy...
Yeah, I'm older...
[hook]
Brothers don't shake hands...Brothers gotta hug...
[Chadd]
...and I'm younger, like those kids starving from hunger
[hook]
Brothers don't shake hands...Brothers gotta hug...
Chadd, Sh-sh-sh-Shierholz, the coolest kid,
the freakiest motherfucker since Core Project
broke up. I don't know why they did it. I
said they were a bunch of dimwits, they called Chadd a
nitwit. I said, 'My Dad's a lawyer. I'll beat your
ass on video camera and sell it to Diane Sawyer.'
I've got friends the entertainment industry, who
don't understand your wack mimicry.
Chadd's symmetry is so beautiful, it's
like looking at a painting...it's like
you ain't saying shit...Yo, you don't know what I
mean, this is Chadd, you're not a member of my basketball
team, you never went to Prin, you never knew about
Christian Science and God's reliance in me, the creator of everything, CHADD, the GOD of the world and you're
so sad, next to me, it's like you're tripping on
Brad's exstacy, Bradwell and
Chaddwell, kings of the weaponry,
let's get a look at me, my Mom needed a
c-section just to have me...
C to the H to the A-D-D, it's
Chadd...
[hook]
Brothers don't shake hands...Brothers gotta hug...
[Chadd]
Brothers don't shake hands, brothers gotta hug Brad! Brothers gotta hug! Come on!
[hook]
Brothers don't shake hands...Brothers gotta hug...
[Chadd] Mom likes me better anyway!
[Chip]
Little brother Chip off the boulder, grip the
microphone with a chip on my shoulder, not a
pushover, but I'm hardly ever sober, pockets full of
posy, my posse waiting for orders...so what you
know about Canadian borders? Colder than my
brothers, Chadd's younger, Brad's older...HOLD UP...
cause I'm youngest, geekin' off the fungus,
reekin' off a one hit, of the blunt kid.
My main pundit cooks poncet, I love it when she
drops another dozen, I'ma knock it up or something.
Suddenly I'm jumpin'. Cut and leave or something? Never, I'ma be her husband, I'ma go to school and be a
chiro-prac-adjustor, but Brad introduced me to a
glad-bag of juicy, blueberry koosh, heebrid
that he bred, but Chadd told Dad, and
Dad got angry, and grounded my ass, that's the
reason that I can't leave, so I had to sneak out in my
$100 sneakers, snuck into the chem lab and
stole a bunch of beakers, deegis, broke a Bunsen
burner so it's goin' be smellin' fishy, listen to my
whimsy, Gypsy thought patterns, two beers and I'm
tipsy, Chip flip words like Jacob's Ladder. My
grey matter pancakes are fatter than your average
Ursa. This little man's a damager, he'll manage to hurt ya...
[hook]
Brothers don't shake hands...Brothers gotta hug...
DOWNLOAD FOR FREE:
http://jonathantothfromhoth.bandcamp.com/track/brothers-mcshierholz
Song from the free album
*********************
NANCY by The NancyBoys
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thefrozenfoodsection.com
Monday, April 26, 2010
"Ticket 2 Ride" featuring Blaine, Leaf and Chadd from NANCY, now available for FREE DOWNLOAD
Track 2 from NANCY, "Ticket 2 Ride" is FREE at:
http://jonathantothfromhoth.bandcamp.com/track/ticket-2-ride
This second track from NANCY begins when Blaine flies to Breckenridge, CO to snowboard and (on his way thru Boulder) bumps into Leaf, a hill-kid drug dealer. All is good, until Chadd, a West County high school kid, interrupts their transaction with his ignorance of Boulderian etiquette:
[Blaine]
Hah, the American highway, so heavenly, but
I flew American skyways, instead of 70, it
was time to fly, no more recording,
off to Breckenridge, CO for snowboarding,
with a layover in Boulder, I told her to
move over and get her ass off of my shoulder, in the
Pathfinder, with Colorado plates, the
natives won't hate, throw rocks and then skate.
I love this folk, they love the snow,
some makes you cold, some turns you the
Hulk, like 'ayo,' no, out here it's 'hey bro,'
finally passed a law against wearing day-glo.
It makes me so proud, this place is snowbound, where
people grow tropical plants with green know-how.
Whoa...ill shit, yeah...when up on
College, we bumped into the most dashingest of all Hill kids.
[hook]
He's got a ticket to ride, and he'll get
high, he'll wear the finest sunglasses on his eyes.
He's got a ticket to ride, and he'll get
high, he'll wear the finest sunglasses on his eyes.
[Leaf]
Hey bro it's Leaf, and I chief the keef, I'm a
Trustfundafarian up from back east,
I use the illest chillums and the finest glass piece.
Do you want to buy some nugs bro? Oh, it's hip hop...some trees?
My patchwork pants are always creased, I didn't get
into the Grateful Dead 'til after Jerry was deceased,
I got the dankest bootleg, my peeps all drive Jeeps,
Boulder, Colorado, runnin' these streets.
It's like an army made of fleece, and I'm kinda like the leader,
I only smoke the heater when I hang out with Derek Jeter,
Leaf, and there's no need for a last name, but I'm related
to the Kennedys and my friends think that's lame.
Set, match, and that's game, cause I'm
better at tennis and my skiing is the best, just ask Blaine,
[Blaine] I don't know you.
I slept on your couch and gave you scabies,
then I took a shower with my dog and naked ladies, who aren't into shaving, not even maybe...
[hook]
He's got a ticket to ride, and he'll get
high, he'll wear the finest sunglasses on his eyes.
He's got a ticket to ride, and he'll get
high, he'll wear the finest sunglasses on his eyes.
[Chadd]
Look guys, I'm not trying to be a vulture, but it's
time for Chadd to invest in some agriculture.
Hey man, got a quarter? What's with the
look bro? Huh...fuckin' snowboarders...
you don't wanna make Chadd mad, cause I'll
slash the tires on your Esquire and blame it on my brother Brad,
[Brad] Shut up Chadd.
That would be hella fat, like your girlfriend's ass,
I used to cheat off her test and touch her tits in class.
She sold me schwag out the back of her Dad's Jag, I said,
'My Dad's is nicer,' she's like 'Chadd, your Dad's a fag.'
Anyways, pizzaface, how about a drag? And I'd
love it if you served up those nuggets with a bottle of Stag.
This is Chadd Shierholz, doing it for
West County, and all the stoner weirdos.
I don't care if you're from Colorado, because when you
do it like Chadd, it's John Wayne with the 'Rio Bravo'.
[hook]
He's got a ticket to ride, and he'll get
high, he'll wear the finest sunglasses on his eyes.
He's got a ticket to ride, and he'll get
high, he'll wear the finest sunglasses on his eyes.
Song from the free album
*********************
NANCY by The NancyBoys
*********************
thefrozenfoodsection.com
ALSO AVAILABLE AT:
myspace.com/thenancyalbum
http://jonathantothfromhoth.bandcamp.com/track/ticket-2-ride
This second track from NANCY begins when Blaine flies to Breckenridge, CO to snowboard and (on his way thru Boulder) bumps into Leaf, a hill-kid drug dealer. All is good, until Chadd, a West County high school kid, interrupts their transaction with his ignorance of Boulderian etiquette:
[Blaine]
Hah, the American highway, so heavenly, but
I flew American skyways, instead of 70, it
was time to fly, no more recording,
off to Breckenridge, CO for snowboarding,
with a layover in Boulder, I told her to
move over and get her ass off of my shoulder, in the
Pathfinder, with Colorado plates, the
natives won't hate, throw rocks and then skate.
I love this folk, they love the snow,
some makes you cold, some turns you the
Hulk, like 'ayo,' no, out here it's 'hey bro,'
finally passed a law against wearing day-glo.
It makes me so proud, this place is snowbound, where
people grow tropical plants with green know-how.
Whoa...ill shit, yeah...when up on
College, we bumped into the most dashingest of all Hill kids.
[hook]
He's got a ticket to ride, and he'll get
high, he'll wear the finest sunglasses on his eyes.
He's got a ticket to ride, and he'll get
high, he'll wear the finest sunglasses on his eyes.
[Leaf]
Hey bro it's Leaf, and I chief the keef, I'm a
Trustfundafarian up from back east,
I use the illest chillums and the finest glass piece.
Do you want to buy some nugs bro? Oh, it's hip hop...some trees?
My patchwork pants are always creased, I didn't get
into the Grateful Dead 'til after Jerry was deceased,
I got the dankest bootleg, my peeps all drive Jeeps,
Boulder, Colorado, runnin' these streets.
It's like an army made of fleece, and I'm kinda like the leader,
I only smoke the heater when I hang out with Derek Jeter,
Leaf, and there's no need for a last name, but I'm related
to the Kennedys and my friends think that's lame.
Set, match, and that's game, cause I'm
better at tennis and my skiing is the best, just ask Blaine,
[Blaine] I don't know you.
I slept on your couch and gave you scabies,
then I took a shower with my dog and naked ladies, who aren't into shaving, not even maybe...
[hook]
He's got a ticket to ride, and he'll get
high, he'll wear the finest sunglasses on his eyes.
He's got a ticket to ride, and he'll get
high, he'll wear the finest sunglasses on his eyes.
[Chadd]
Look guys, I'm not trying to be a vulture, but it's
time for Chadd to invest in some agriculture.
Hey man, got a quarter? What's with the
look bro? Huh...fuckin' snowboarders...
you don't wanna make Chadd mad, cause I'll
slash the tires on your Esquire and blame it on my brother Brad,
[Brad] Shut up Chadd.
That would be hella fat, like your girlfriend's ass,
I used to cheat off her test and touch her tits in class.
She sold me schwag out the back of her Dad's Jag, I said,
'My Dad's is nicer,' she's like 'Chadd, your Dad's a fag.'
Anyways, pizzaface, how about a drag? And I'd
love it if you served up those nuggets with a bottle of Stag.
This is Chadd Shierholz, doing it for
West County, and all the stoner weirdos.
I don't care if you're from Colorado, because when you
do it like Chadd, it's John Wayne with the 'Rio Bravo'.
[hook]
He's got a ticket to ride, and he'll get
high, he'll wear the finest sunglasses on his eyes.
He's got a ticket to ride, and he'll get
high, he'll wear the finest sunglasses on his eyes.
Song from the free album
*********************
NANCY by The NancyBoys
*********************
thefrozenfoodsection.com
ALSO AVAILABLE AT:
myspace.com/thenancyalbum
Saturday, April 24, 2010
Earthworms, "Try 2 Find" featuring Jonathan Toth from Hoth is up on youtube
We did this joint last summer, and it's just been released on INDYGROUND Ent.
I sang the hook based on Kama's first verse.
It was produced by DJ Crucial.
It feels good.
from the NEW ALBUM: "Midnight at the Capricorn" by the Earthworms
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2EL1wtNoqas
Jonathan Toth from Hoth
thefrozenfoodsection.com
I sang the hook based on Kama's first verse.
It was produced by DJ Crucial.
It feels good.
from the NEW ALBUM: "Midnight at the Capricorn" by the Earthworms
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2EL1wtNoqas
Jonathan Toth from Hoth
thefrozenfoodsection.com
Have you downloaded NANCY for free yet?
In an age where rappers wear make-up, get manicures and play with fancy toys, you have the NancyBoys. They are emcees who embrace their metrosexuality and flaunt it, instead of answering questions ambiguously with 'no comment'. Networking on the internet, they have joined forces to put forth this concept, the sickest yet from The Frozen Food Section, a collection of the biggest vets who create only what they can get away with...So let's get on with it...
http://ping.fm/I3B86
[NANCY by the NancyBoys, artwork by Calc2]
myspace.com/thenancyalbum
In an age where rappers wear make-up, get manicures and play with fancy toys, you have the NancyBoys. They are emcees who embrace their metrosexuality and flaunt it, instead of answering questions ambiguously with 'no comment'. Networking on the internet, they have joined forces to put forth this concept, the sickest yet from The Frozen Food Section, a collection of the biggest vets who create only what they can get away with...So let's get on with it...
http://ping.fm/I3B86
[NANCY by the NancyBoys, artwork by Calc2]
myspace.com/thenancyalbum
Thursday, April 22, 2010
Questions for Toth by Cold Ken
1. What does hip-hop have to do with community?
To me, since hip hop began as four elements of art; 1. breakdancing, 2. graffiti writing, 3. D.J.ing and 4. M.C.ing, modern-day hip hop COULD be about; 1. the dance trends at the local clubs, 2. the illest graphic designs of the local artists, 3. the best beats by local producers and 4. the most creative/inspired rhymes by rappers around me. I don't dance much (except by myself) and the only graphic designs I'm interested in are going on my album covers, but what I DO is make beats and rap. In MY community, hip hop is an inclusive label to define someone as "a fan or creator of some current artform". In my LIFE, hip hop is a term that defines my DOING something creative that my community will appreciate...or not.
2. How do people see through the commercialized radio rap? Does it have any value? Does it have any relation to hip-hop in it's purest form?
From what I've seen, "commercialized radio rap" is the negative stereotype of how the larger record companies have systematically sought out ONLY that rap which will make them money, i.e. explicit, shocking, base music that targets young audiences with parents who actually pay for their music, and play those songs over, and over, and over, and over, and over, and over, and over, until the rest of us can't wait for that song to never be played again. I see through it by not listening to it...unless it really is good, and then I'll buy it, or burn it from a friend. I don't have to watch MTV or BET or listen to Clear Channel to separate the grain from the chaff. The value of it is that although the market is flooded, you still finds gems and that makes it worthwhile. You also have to remember, most of the "commercialized radio rap" are real musicians who love what they do, and began as starving artists, but they might have signed contracts for money they needed or agreed to write something they normally wouldn't have written or ALL OF THEIR MUSIC IS NO LONGER THEIRS. Nowadays, I don't see it so much as a "hip hop verses rap" thing. To me, it's more like "pop music vs. the underground" or "money vs. love". Some people have friends and/or associates with a lot of money to fund their music (whether good or not) and most people have less resources and little-to-no chance comparatively, whether they are talented or not.
3. Where is the point in hip-hop's young history when its goal of evolving into a significant artistic art form to make a significant statement changed its course to become a "make money money, go shopping" mentality?
Once it collectively realized that it could...or someone would, if they didn't. If you want a point in the last 37 years of its existence, I'd say it was around 1988, when NWA released "Straight Outta Compton" on Priority Records. Before them, no one had yet found that golden calf that would be known as "Gangsta Rap". It made a lot of record labels go shopping for the best gangsta rappers they could find...and they all started releasing them in the early 1990's, especially after Dr. Dre went multi-platinum with his first solo album, "The Chronic". Hip hop was no longer trendy. Rapping about guns, weed, bitches and fashion was selling out.
4. What state do you think hip-hop is in currently?
I'm still the blind optimist. The internet is curbing the negative traits of the bigger record companies. They can't sell music very well when people want it (and get it) for free, and they certainly don't want to pay for it, unless it's REALLY good. That's leading to artists going further in their creativity and shedding old fears of "needing" a label to get them anywhere, when the World Wide Web can get them everywhere, and THAT's leading to a new breed of fans who sniff out commercialism (the chaff) to seek and find sustinance in heartfelt art (grain). I'm psyched.
5. Have you downloaded NANCY for free yet?
In an age where rappers wear make-up, get manicures and play with fancy toys, you have the NancyBoys. They are emcees who embrace their metrosexuality and flaunt it, instead of answering questions ambiguously with 'no comment'. Networking on the internet, they have joined forces to put forth this concept, the sickest yet from The Frozen Food Section, a collection of the biggest vets who create only what they can get away with...So let's get on with it...
http://thefrozenfoodsection.com/podcast.asp
[NANCY by the NancyBoys, artwork by Calc2]
myspace.com/thenancyalbum
To me, since hip hop began as four elements of art; 1. breakdancing, 2. graffiti writing, 3. D.J.ing and 4. M.C.ing, modern-day hip hop COULD be about; 1. the dance trends at the local clubs, 2. the illest graphic designs of the local artists, 3. the best beats by local producers and 4. the most creative/inspired rhymes by rappers around me. I don't dance much (except by myself) and the only graphic designs I'm interested in are going on my album covers, but what I DO is make beats and rap. In MY community, hip hop is an inclusive label to define someone as "a fan or creator of some current artform". In my LIFE, hip hop is a term that defines my DOING something creative that my community will appreciate...or not.
2. How do people see through the commercialized radio rap? Does it have any value? Does it have any relation to hip-hop in it's purest form?
From what I've seen, "commercialized radio rap" is the negative stereotype of how the larger record companies have systematically sought out ONLY that rap which will make them money, i.e. explicit, shocking, base music that targets young audiences with parents who actually pay for their music, and play those songs over, and over, and over, and over, and over, and over, and over, until the rest of us can't wait for that song to never be played again. I see through it by not listening to it...unless it really is good, and then I'll buy it, or burn it from a friend. I don't have to watch MTV or BET or listen to Clear Channel to separate the grain from the chaff. The value of it is that although the market is flooded, you still finds gems and that makes it worthwhile. You also have to remember, most of the "commercialized radio rap" are real musicians who love what they do, and began as starving artists, but they might have signed contracts for money they needed or agreed to write something they normally wouldn't have written or ALL OF THEIR MUSIC IS NO LONGER THEIRS. Nowadays, I don't see it so much as a "hip hop verses rap" thing. To me, it's more like "pop music vs. the underground" or "money vs. love". Some people have friends and/or associates with a lot of money to fund their music (whether good or not) and most people have less resources and little-to-no chance comparatively, whether they are talented or not.
3. Where is the point in hip-hop's young history when its goal of evolving into a significant artistic art form to make a significant statement changed its course to become a "make money money, go shopping" mentality?
Once it collectively realized that it could...or someone would, if they didn't. If you want a point in the last 37 years of its existence, I'd say it was around 1988, when NWA released "Straight Outta Compton" on Priority Records. Before them, no one had yet found that golden calf that would be known as "Gangsta Rap". It made a lot of record labels go shopping for the best gangsta rappers they could find...and they all started releasing them in the early 1990's, especially after Dr. Dre went multi-platinum with his first solo album, "The Chronic". Hip hop was no longer trendy. Rapping about guns, weed, bitches and fashion was selling out.
4. What state do you think hip-hop is in currently?
I'm still the blind optimist. The internet is curbing the negative traits of the bigger record companies. They can't sell music very well when people want it (and get it) for free, and they certainly don't want to pay for it, unless it's REALLY good. That's leading to artists going further in their creativity and shedding old fears of "needing" a label to get them anywhere, when the World Wide Web can get them everywhere, and THAT's leading to a new breed of fans who sniff out commercialism (the chaff) to seek and find sustinance in heartfelt art (grain). I'm psyched.
5. Have you downloaded NANCY for free yet?
In an age where rappers wear make-up, get manicures and play with fancy toys, you have the NancyBoys. They are emcees who embrace their metrosexuality and flaunt it, instead of answering questions ambiguously with 'no comment'. Networking on the internet, they have joined forces to put forth this concept, the sickest yet from The Frozen Food Section, a collection of the biggest vets who create only what they can get away with...So let's get on with it...
http://thefrozenfoodsection.com/podcast.asp
[NANCY by the NancyBoys, artwork by Calc2]
myspace.com/thenancyalbum
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
NANCY by the NancyBoys is available for FREE DOWNLOAD
1. Fancy Toys feat. Huggie Brown, Shane Westerhoff-Schultz and Blaine Zapain produced by Midas Wells
2. Ticket 2 Ride feat. Blaine Zapain, Leaf and Chadd produced by Amiri
3. Brothers McShierholz feat. Brad, Chadd and Chip Shierholz produced by Serengeti
4. The Red Rolls Out feat. Tony Puma, Blaine Zapain and Shane Westerhoff-Schultz produced by Amiri
5. I Gotta Wear Shades
feat. Tucker Booth, Frank Friction and Blaine Zapain produced by Midas Wells
6. Big, Blonde and Beautiful feat. Blaine Zapain produced by Jonathan Toth from Hoth
7. It's a Walk-Off feat. Leaf, Blaine and Derek produced by Midas Wells
8. She Got It Goin' On feat. Tucker Booth, Jasmine and Blaine Zapain produced by Maji
9. Business feat. Blaine Zapain, Floss and Leaf produced by Serengeti
10. Shane vs. Tucker vs. Chad (freestyle) produced by Amiri
11. Stuff According feat. Dirty Heat produced by Midas Wells
12. Supposebly feat. MC 401 (k) and Chadd produced by Midas Wells
13. Don't U Look at My Girlfriend feat. Dirty Sanchez, Helias [RIP] and Tucker Booth
14. Nancy Boys feat. Blaine Zapain and Shane produced by DJ Crucial
15. So feat. Christy Montana, Tucker Booth and Blaine Zapaine produced by Amiri
FEATURING:
Huggie Brown, Tucker Booth as Shane Westerhoff-Schultz and Chadd, Jonathan Toth from Hoth as Blaine Zapain, Mathias, Kama and Black Patrick of Earthworms as Leaf, Brad and Chip Shierholz, Nyquill of Royale Illete as Tony Puma, Frank Friction, Jasmine, IntellectEmcee as Floss, Dirty Heat and Ben Westhoff as MC 401 (k)
Friday, April 9, 2010
Addverb Superb aka A.Dubs joins The Frozen Food Section
A. Double [aka Addverb Superb]
Intellect Emcee and I formed InLimbo circa 1990. After a couple of years of that, I wanted to branch out to do things I didn't think fit with with InLimbo...i.e. less serious song material.
As it turned out, two of my road-homies (BC, LJ and I were frequent party-goers) also started freestyling with Intellect and I almost everywhere we went. While hanging out with them on one of many sleepless weekends, we formed Midwest Avengers, and I was going to be their DJ (which, is what I started out as in InLimbo; Intellect was the emcee, I was DJ D-Train, and when I rhymed, my moniker was "Choo-Choo." Yes. It is funny) This was around, 1992 or 1993.
Intellect joined Midwest Avengers around the time it became a loose collection of freestyle fanatics, when any combination of the 20 or so affiliated rappers and emcees would show up to do shows. Midwest has a deeper history, but essentially, everything solidified when DJ Toasty Toast, aka Toast Emcee suggested we stop just freestyling, and actually practice a show format, with the most regular emcees, over breaks he would find and cut up.
The reason I mention that much of their history, is becuase through them, we actually began to get noticed beyond our original scene. Deep heads like Lyfestile and others liked us, and respected what we did. But it was through freestyle format both of us excelled at writing and showmanship, and it is where Intellect got the notoriety and fame; he literally transformed into everybody's favorite emcee on Midwest stages, as freestyle unlocked the artist within him, his artist self emerged, and his style solidified.
Back to me: I had my first baby in 1995, so about then is when music began to take a backseat, and life started taking over. The juggling act made me less reliable for recording and performing, so Intellect mostly worked with Midwest (which, as described earlier, definitely worked for him.)
About this time, DJ B-$Money aka Brian Dollars aka the Beyonder, revived us (1994ish), and we once again were out doing shows and performing. in 1994 (?) We released "C.R.E.W." (a cassette release!!!), featuring All That Ish, which was unsolicited yet picked up and reviewed by The Source in their Midwest Edition that summer.
That was a high point. Lots of buzz, but not capitalized on. Boo.
I worked on beats and rhymes for years after that, but nothing was released until the stalled "King of the Bullshitters" project was raided for singles, and put out as "Alias Helios:The KOTBS ERA SINGLES" collection (affectionately described as "Thirty-Something Daddy-Hop") in 2006. It contained beats from 1998 or so forward (That song, "Slips and Drums" I brought a few weeks back is what sparked the idea: I stumbled across it while playing with my 'new' MPC2000XL in 2000, but it was an ASR10 beat from 1997 or so.)
So, here I am, 12 years later, collaborating with an artist/label that I believe gives me the best of both worlds: artistic freedom (no creative handcuffs), while projects have a better chance of actually seeing the light of day.
I start (key word), many, many projects: mixtapes, albums, singles, production.
Hopefully, possible release will keep me focused through completion.
The only thing I do is maintain copyright control of writing/lyrics, and publishing control of original music.
I'd like to say, "Here's to a long, fruitful relationship." But, I know me, and for now, I need to concentrate on completing this record.
So, instead, I'll say, "Thank you J-Toth, Frozen Food, Intellect Emcee and Midwest Avengers, and to my fans (our fans) for the past 20 years."
Now...let's make some music!
myspace.com/addverbsuperb
LINK TO ARTIST PAGE:
Intellect Emcee and I formed InLimbo circa 1990. After a couple of years of that, I wanted to branch out to do things I didn't think fit with with InLimbo...i.e. less serious song material.
As it turned out, two of my road-homies (BC, LJ and I were frequent party-goers) also started freestyling with Intellect and I almost everywhere we went. While hanging out with them on one of many sleepless weekends, we formed Midwest Avengers, and I was going to be their DJ (which, is what I started out as in InLimbo; Intellect was the emcee, I was DJ D-Train, and when I rhymed, my moniker was "Choo-Choo." Yes. It is funny) This was around, 1992 or 1993.
Intellect joined Midwest Avengers around the time it became a loose collection of freestyle fanatics, when any combination of the 20 or so affiliated rappers and emcees would show up to do shows. Midwest has a deeper history, but essentially, everything solidified when DJ Toasty Toast, aka Toast Emcee suggested we stop just freestyling, and actually practice a show format, with the most regular emcees, over breaks he would find and cut up.
The reason I mention that much of their history, is becuase through them, we actually began to get noticed beyond our original scene. Deep heads like Lyfestile and others liked us, and respected what we did. But it was through freestyle format both of us excelled at writing and showmanship, and it is where Intellect got the notoriety and fame; he literally transformed into everybody's favorite emcee on Midwest stages, as freestyle unlocked the artist within him, his artist self emerged, and his style solidified.
Back to me: I had my first baby in 1995, so about then is when music began to take a backseat, and life started taking over. The juggling act made me less reliable for recording and performing, so Intellect mostly worked with Midwest (which, as described earlier, definitely worked for him.)
About this time, DJ B-$Money aka Brian Dollars aka the Beyonder, revived us (1994ish), and we once again were out doing shows and performing. in 1994 (?) We released "C.R.E.W." (a cassette release!!!), featuring All That Ish, which was unsolicited yet picked up and reviewed by The Source in their Midwest Edition that summer.
That was a high point. Lots of buzz, but not capitalized on. Boo.
I worked on beats and rhymes for years after that, but nothing was released until the stalled "King of the Bullshitters" project was raided for singles, and put out as "Alias Helios:The KOTBS ERA SINGLES" collection (affectionately described as "Thirty-Something Daddy-Hop") in 2006. It contained beats from 1998 or so forward (That song, "Slips and Drums" I brought a few weeks back is what sparked the idea: I stumbled across it while playing with my 'new' MPC2000XL in 2000, but it was an ASR10 beat from 1997 or so.)
So, here I am, 12 years later, collaborating with an artist/label that I believe gives me the best of both worlds: artistic freedom (no creative handcuffs), while projects have a better chance of actually seeing the light of day.
I start (key word), many, many projects: mixtapes, albums, singles, production.
Hopefully, possible release will keep me focused through completion.
The only thing I do is maintain copyright control of writing/lyrics, and publishing control of original music.
I'd like to say, "Here's to a long, fruitful relationship." But, I know me, and for now, I need to concentrate on completing this record.
So, instead, I'll say, "Thank you J-Toth, Frozen Food, Intellect Emcee and Midwest Avengers, and to my fans (our fans) for the past 20 years."
Now...let's make some music!
myspace.com/addverbsuperb
LINK TO ARTIST PAGE:
Monday, February 1, 2010
The Question of the Moment
Yes, let's get to business.
Will he do any? Your guess is his guess,
and to the bitches I beg forgiveness, but if I
wanted a bitch-fest, I would've asked for a bitch-fest.
If I get the right bedlam,
my girl lets me bend it like Beckham,
we're paid in Spaides like Steve Stedham,
they don't know what's in the cards, I already read 'em.
The question of the moment?
Will he have to rent, or shall he own it?
Should he give her his heart, or just loan it?
Can he solicit his art, and still stay a poet?
Where there's a will, there's a way, right Pops?
Why not whip it like Devo 'til it's white rock?
When they quit making pop, I'll try pop,
otherwise, get some other guy to keep your mic hot.
That's his position there, if need
be, he'll repeat condition-air...
you see me sitting here? Scrape away your
tooth decay, you'll see, gold fits in there,
or platinum, but catch lead like a
bad one, and get Michael Jacksoned,
man, life's a bitch, so jam one
down the throats of those foes like AndOne.
LOOK MA! No "D".
big rise, bigger fall like Moby,
KA-POW! like Pau Gasol and Koby,
I don't want your cheese, it's too moldy,
besides, I'd rather not taste your cream,
it comes from a cow, it's not made for me.
If you bring the matches, I'll blaze your team,
cause I'm Mr. Incredible, you're Gazerbeam.
************************
FROM THE UPCOMING ALBUM: "Book of Toth" by Jonathan Toth from Hoth
************************
Will he do any? Your guess is his guess,
and to the bitches I beg forgiveness, but if I
wanted a bitch-fest, I would've asked for a bitch-fest.
If I get the right bedlam,
my girl lets me bend it like Beckham,
we're paid in Spaides like Steve Stedham,
they don't know what's in the cards, I already read 'em.
The question of the moment?
Will he have to rent, or shall he own it?
Should he give her his heart, or just loan it?
Can he solicit his art, and still stay a poet?
Where there's a will, there's a way, right Pops?
Why not whip it like Devo 'til it's white rock?
When they quit making pop, I'll try pop,
otherwise, get some other guy to keep your mic hot.
That's his position there, if need
be, he'll repeat condition-air...
you see me sitting here? Scrape away your
tooth decay, you'll see, gold fits in there,
or platinum, but catch lead like a
bad one, and get Michael Jacksoned,
man, life's a bitch, so jam one
down the throats of those foes like AndOne.
LOOK MA! No "D".
big rise, bigger fall like Moby,
KA-POW! like Pau Gasol and Koby,
I don't want your cheese, it's too moldy,
besides, I'd rather not taste your cream,
it comes from a cow, it's not made for me.
If you bring the matches, I'll blaze your team,
cause I'm Mr. Incredible, you're Gazerbeam.
************************
FROM THE UPCOMING ALBUM: "Book of Toth" by Jonathan Toth from Hoth
************************
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