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)

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


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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.




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FROM THE UPCOMING ALBUM: "Book of Toth" by Jonathan Toth from Hoth
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"You Can Be Pretty Too" by Kama and Toth

You're not a whore, you're not a slut,

sometimes you just...love too much.

You want love, you want passion,

keys to a cherry Mazeratti and white brick mansion.

Who wouldn't want Lasik or Pamela's ass-kit?

It's not materialistic, it's serious fashion!

Your type of girl is into that kind of satisfaction,

your type of world is lights, camera, action.

But is it really, or is it just an act

that you're good at feeling, like blind handicaps?

It's easy to talk sweet and show your candy-ass,

but tricks and treats rot your teeth, fairly fast,

and once you got meth-mouth, that smile rarely lasts,

and you don't test out of school, you barely pass,

all for a role you never learned in acting class.

You sold your soul, but that doesn't mean you can't

have it back...

you can be pretty too...

if you want to...

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www.myspace.com/jonathantothfromhoth
http://bit.ly/phJZJ

Helias is BACK!

His email is drummachineking@gmail.com.



His first messageboard entry:
http://thefrozenfoodsection.com/message.asp

St. Louis Steps Up in Soccer Culture at Barristers of Clayton

I'm in the middle of a watershed moment in St. Louis history:

I'm watching four Champions League games at once (out of the eight playing) LIVE at Barristers of Clayton, a "soccer bar" done in classic English pub fashion (including the Barclays Premiership Table and the current standings of the teams).

The day is Wednesday, November 25, 2009.

I'm pinching myself to make sure this is really happening. For the first time in St. Louis, an establishment has EIGHT live channels of live Champions League soccer playing at once. Since I've begun typing, Milan and Marseille have traded goals and Besiktas of Turkey have gone up one on Manchester United...right in front me...at the same time.

Not impressed?

If you've ever lived in the Midwest during the last century, there is one sport everyone knows is NOT on tv, and that is soccer. To be settled in amongst a restaurant full of Champions League fans watching any eight games at once was inconceivable before today.

Now, it's magical.

A middle-aged woman with an Eastern European accent excitedly dials her phone, telling some male friends, "They're got Besiktas on at Barristers, get over here now!". Jason, the owner, lets me hold the remote control, making it so that all games are at my beck and call. The downside is I can only see the four flat screens at the bar, so even though we have the "eight-games-at-once-with-tvs-at-full-capacity" available in the rest of the establishment, I can only indulge in what's in front of me, without looking like some freakshow, running back and forth, up and down the aisles like a star-struck kid waiting for Ronaldinho to remember how great he is...but I do have the remote, and that makes it good enough to be able to check in on the other guys once in awhile...you know...just to make sure they're ok.

St. Louis stepped it up for soccer fans.

Miracles do happen.

Barristers
15 N Meramec
Clayton MO 63105
314.726.5007

Chocolate Tale #3: Home, home on the Park Rangers

Yesterday afternoon (after Lyon tied Liverpool 1-1 in the Champions League) I cruised into Tillis Park to sit in my minivan and write songs. Earlier in the day, I'd connected with a friend who produced some of the best homemade chocolate I'd ever eaten. He called it Trainwreck...I guess it being so good it caused engineers to crash trains...or something like that. Anywho, I wrote for about an hour while eating pinches of my chocolate and headed out around dark. I arrived at the exit of the park to find two park rangers flagging me down.
"Why are you in the park so late?" asked the white, male ranger.
"I come here every other day to write and listen to music. I thought the park was open 'a half-hour after dark'. Is it not?"
"The sign says the park closes 'a half-hour after sunset'," his darker, female partner informed me, "but why did you go around the other sign saying ONLY AUTHORIZED VEHICLES BEYOND THIS POINT?" She was referring to the park closing the main road to traffic, so they could install their famous Christmas lights.
"I didn't read it that carefully cause I followed another car in, so I assumed since it wasn't blocked off, it wasn't a big deal."
"We're still gonna need to check you're ID."
As I sat waiting for my license to clear, I considered tossing the last, little, less than a gram of chocolate out the window, just in case, you know, they decided to be assholes and bust me. I considered it...but I was a bit curious to see if they would try to bust me, since contraband chocolate is finally becoming accepted as our American right...at least by the intelligent folk.
Five minutes later a police car shows up. A cop gets out and makes a beeline for me...oh well.
"Alright sir, we know this vehicle contains contraband chocolate, so it's in your best interest for to tell us exactly where it is right now before you get into further trouble." Wow, I guess I had forgotten how pungent this particular chocolate is. I told him where I kept it, and the male ranger went looking for it (and through the rest of my van), while the female ranger ran my license.
"Are you carrying any other drugs, like heroin, meth, cocaine or crack?"
"No Sir...just chocolate."
"If you're hiding anything, we will find out, and you will be prosecuted more severely for withholding information."
"I said, just chocolate Sir." He had me stand back from the van, then he reprimanded me for standing too far from the van. He was very intense and aggressive. I knew I had done nothing wrong, so I waited. Finally he opened up my chocolate carry case: a prescription bottle made specifically for medicinal chocolate.
"Do you know it's a felony to use a prescription bottle with no sticker on it?"
"No Sir."
"Well that can change your offense from a misdemeanor to a crime real quick. Next thing you know, whatever else you got in your van will make it worse. There better not be anything else in that vehicle."
"It's just chocolate Sir, check it out for yourself." He opened the bottle and sniffed.
"Damn, that is nice. This was grown in Missouri. I can tell. I used to run this shit."
"...okay..." I was gonna let him tell it. The male ranger deemed my van clean and came back over.
"Look at this," the cop showed the ranger my chocolate and asked him if he wanted any. There was some nervous laughter and the cop continued to explain how it must have been packaged and how old it was.
"It's called Trainwreck," I couldn't help myself. I mentioned I got the bottle from California, where it was legal, and that I was frustrated Missouri laws had not progressed to that point...yet. They conversed about how crazy it was that now you could just walk into shops on the beach and buy chocolate legally.
"Do you have any kids?" the cop asked.
"Yes, three." They collectively paused for five seconds.
"Do we need to call your wife or anyone to explain why you're going to be late?" asked the male ranger.
"No."
"He's clear," said the female ranger, coming back from the dispatch. There was another collective silence.
"We think you would be better off at home with your kids than going to Clayton Jail," said the male ranger. "but you can't eat chocolate in our park. We're going to give you a warning, and one warning only. Don't be coming back here with your chocolate, or next time we're taking you in."
"Thanks guys," I said. "Can I have my chocolate back?"
"No...thank you," said the cop. The rangers chuckled and followed him back to their cars.

That's life in Brentwood...MO that is.