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

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

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

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

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
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NANCY by The NancyBoys
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thefrozenfoodsection.com

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
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NANCY by The NancyBoys
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thefrozenfoodsection.com

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/

"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
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NANCY by The NancyBoys
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thefrozenfoodsection.com

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
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NANCY by The NancyBoys
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thefrozenfoodsection.com