5 O’Clock Shadowboxers “High Noon” Video

9 12 2009

I’ve never directed a video before.  Let me know what you think!

Filmed and edited by Jimmy Giambrone

Produced by Curly Castro

Co-starring Nico the Beast, Jawnzap7, Curly Castro, and Liz Padova





Top 25 Movie Scenes of the 00’s: #22-20

8 12 2009

"What do tigers dream of?"

#22 The Hangover: “Stu’s Song”

When VH1 does “I Love the 00’s” in a couple of weeks, Hal Sparks or Chuck Nice will inevitably talk about 2009 in a “we’re aware how dumb this is to reminisce on the current calendar year” kind of manner.  And the movie that will represent 2009 better than all will be The Hangover.  Ed Helm’s missing tooth, Zach Galifianakis’ pager not getting a sig at the hotel, Baby Carlos playing with himself at the table.  It’s the sign of the times truly. 

What was so brilliant about The Hangover besides the initial premise (people want to see wild shit happen in Vegas after all) was director Todd Phillips of Road Trip and Old School .  He’s like a brilliant A&R putting together a classic album; Phillips plays exclusively to the strengths of his script by filling it with the best possible comedic actors who previously had not been giving a shot.  Every unknown commidity he brings out tends to double their value after the release of his films.  In other words, Dane Cook would do well letting Phillips cast and direct him. 

Phillip’s debut Road Trip may not have aged well but back in 2000, Tom Green and Sean William Scott were surging thanks to MTV and American Pie.  Breckin Meyer still sucks though.  Anyway, Green, playing possibly autistic super senior Barry Manilow, and Scott, typecast as the obnoxious fratty asshole, carried a college movie to $120mill and allowed then unknown DJ Qualls to subsequently get his own flick The New Guy.   Sure, Tom Green would later vanish and Sean William Scott has been playing variations of Steve Stiffler for almost 10 years now, but Phillips kept them in line and maximized their potential rather than only exploiting their personas in the film.

There would be no Anchorman or Talledega Nights without Phillips casting Will Ferrell as Frank the Tank in his second film 2003’s Old School.  Vince Vaughn might’ve still considered making cruddy dramas to prove he was a thespian if not for Phillips casting him as the creepy funny speaker salesmen Bernie.  Luke Wilson still sucks though.  Anyway, Old School did almost $90mill and Ferrell, Vaughn, and Wilson ended up in hit comedies for the rest of the decade.  Ferrell has now maxed out at the box office and Luke Wilson is doing AT&T commercials though Vaughn is still afloat.  Phillips wins again for keeping those fools on a leash.

The Todd Phillips Formula will most definitely pay dividends for Ed Helms,  Zach Galifianakis, and Bradley Cooper (who’s already filming The A-Team as we speak — zoinks!).  Surprassing Beverly Hills Cop as the top grossing Rated R comedy of all time (and only trailing Passion of Christ and Matrix Reloaded for biggest R movie of all time), The Hangover has ushered in three more unlikely and previously untested comedic leads, and the best scene of the raucous flick might even be nomiated for Best Song at the Oscar’s this year (fingers crossed). 

Yeah there’s a cameo from Mike Tyson and Ken Jeon and Mike Epps and a Hispanic cleaning lady who likes south to mouth, but the sticking point is a quick piano ballad delivered by Ed Helms famed previously for The Daily Show and currently The Office.  Helms’ character Stu is a tight ass in every sense who loses the most, namely a tooth and all self dignity by unknowingly marrying a skanktastic Heather Graham.  As the movie dances along frantically for over an hour straight, we get a brief pause in the action for Stu to quietly serenade Doug, the missing groom.  Helms originally improvised the song on set as a joke, but Todd Phillips (remember: master A&R) decided to not only keep it in the picture but treat it like a Meatloaf video with syrupy lighting and, for good measure, a chicken just hanging out.  It’s the perfect balance of ridiculous, self-indulgent tenderness that balanced out the wacky physical comedy of the film.

“What do tigers dreams of?
When they take a little tiger snooze
Do they dream of mauling zebras
Or Hallie Barry in her catwoman suit?

Don’t you worry your pretty striped head
Were gonna get you back to Tyson and your cozy tiger bed
And then were gonna find our best friend Doug
And then were gonna give him a best friend hug
Doug Doug Oh Doug Doug Dougie Doug Doug

But if hes been murdered by crystal meth tweekers…then we’re shit out of luck!”

"I'm gonna pull your f*ckin' card, okay?"

#21 Gone Baby Gone: “Life’s a Motherf*cker”

Here’s what I learned from watching 2007’s excrutiatingly good Gone Baby Gone:

1.  Unless Kevin Smith gets serious about jokingly remaking Good Will Hunting 2, Ben Affleck never has to act in film again.  Directing movies is clearly his calling.  Even though he was shooting loaded dice in a sense by filming a movie set in his old neighborhood starring his kid brother and heavyweights like Morgan Freeman and Ed Harris, Affleck delivered the goods through and through.  At no point during the flim did I ever note the work of a famous tabloid magnet indulging in his first pet project. 

2.  Casey Affleck is, according to Ben himself, “the better Affleck” at acting. 

3.  Amy Ryan was so convincing as full-time Southie dirtbag/coke head/drug mule Helen McCready that I had to really concentrate on separating her from that character when I see her pop up as single mom officer Beadie on “The Wire” or goofball nerd Holly on “The Office”. 

4.  Ed Harris is actually 38% creepier with a hairpiece.

*SPOILER* 5.  Morgan Freeman has built this goodwill covenant with audiences for so long that even when he plays a lying, scheming, kidnapping son of a bitch police captain, you still kinda like him.

Above all, Gone Baby Gone is, at least for now, Casey Affleck’s breakout party and signature role (though I’m sure this will change with time).  Playing local private investigator Patrick Kenzie working the case of a local girl gone missing, Affleck’s babyface looks and average joe Boston apparrel makes his character work harder for respect.  He’d probably get carded buying cigarettes. Instead of overcompensating with balls of steel and flashing a big gun, Kenzie uses his quite confidence and razor sharp street smarts to show and prove.   

This sets up the #21 scene of the decade.  Kenzie follows a lead to the loft of Cheese, a drug kingpin in South Boston who just might’ve taken a little girl hostage amidst all the money changing hands and double crossings that come up when said money is being transported by scheming low lives.   Kenzi likeable and respectful; he needs these relationships with guys like Cheese and his underlings for future cases, after all.  But anytime someone wants static, he responds swiftly never recklessly.  Cool heads do prevail. 

Here is the dialogue between Kenzie and Cheese after Cheese has been arrogant and dismissive towards Kenzie and his girlfriend/investigative partner:

“Cheese, if you ever disrespect her again like that, I’m gonna pull your fuckin’ card, okay? So you’re saying you didn’t do it, fine. We’ll take your money, and we’ll be on our way. When it turns out you’re lying, I’m gonna spend every nickel of that money to fuck you up. I’m gonna bribe cops to go after you, I’m gonna pay guys to go after your weak fuckin’ crew, and I’m gonna tell all the guys I know that you’re a C.I. and a rat, and I know a lot of people. And after that, you’re gonna wish you listened to me, ’cause your shitty pool hall crime syndicate headquarters is gonna get raided, and your doped-up bitches are gonna get sent back to Laos, and this fuckin’ retard right here is gonna be testifying against you for a reduced sentence, while you’re gettin’ cornholed in your cell by a gang of crackers. ‘Cause from what I’ve heard, the guys that get sent up Concord for killing kids, life’s a motherfucker.”

The greatest aspect of this piece of dialogue is how matter of fact and sincere Casey Affleck delivers it.  Put this in the hands of Al Pacino and imagine the levels of volume and emphasis he’d place on damn near every 4 words.  Though we never see Patrick Kenzie as Beantown Headrusha, we believe every word he says to a very very dangerous man.  And at no point does he raise his voice or stand up to puff his chest out.  In that moment, Cheese realizes that this punk ass mick from around the way can’t be underestimated again.  Kenzie’s aura, delivered unflinchingly by Casey Affleck, is summed up earlier in the film: “When I was young, I asked my priest how you could get to heaven and still protect yourself from all the evil in the world. He told me what God said to His children. ‘You are sheep among wolves. Be wise as serpents, yet innocent as doves.’ “  

Snake eyes.

"Here's the second movie"

#20 Clerks 2 “There is only one trilogy”

I used to be an uber Kevin Smith fan.  Hell, I even got to meet him once and I can say without a doubt it was one of the biggest fanboy star struck moments of my life.  I owned all of his movies.  I was ecstatic for the animated version of “Clerks” when it debuted on ABC after the Super Bowl years ago.  My only contribution to my high school newspaper was a review of Dogma.  And I’ve been told I look like Ben Affleck from Chasing Amy when I’m in goatee mode.

“Having said that”, I really did not want to see 2006’s Clerks 2.  As much as I loved Randal and Dante and Jay and Silent Bob, I never watched the first one and thought “I really want to see what these twentysomething bumps on a log become when they hit their 30’s”.  Kevin Smith thought otherwise.

Like Tarantino, Smith is a master at writing dialogue.  Whereas Tarantino spews out hip offbeat quips that are cocksure and quotable, Smith writes eloquent monologues sprinkled with enough foulness that even Lil’ Kim, at her height, would be reluctant to say outloud.    Combine that with hyper self-awareness of his comic book and movie nerditry and you understand why Smith has built a sizeable fanbase with his View Askew empire: there’s a lot of folks out there who care about this stuff too. 

Randal and Dante had an ethical discussion about Star Wars in the original Clerks, one of the most memorable scenes he’s ever written.  Star Wars apparently is the defining piece of culture for alot of 70’s babies.  Smith has unabashedly promoted this fact with a bevy of Star Wars homages throughout the years, from the poster art of Mallrats to Mark Hammil being cast in the George Lucas approved title Jay and Silent Bob Strike Back.  It is his life force, pun intended.

The new school equivalent SW is by default the Lord of the Rings trilogy.  Thanks to the internet, LOTR diehards can obsess about the films instantly and infinitely.  SW fans had conventions and toys and comic books for years to hold them down, sure, but that shit wasn’t as gratifying for the geeks.   Plus, SW was viewed as a kids movie loaded with furry things and robots with lazers while LOTR ended up winning a buttload of Oscar’s including Best Picture for Return of the King.   SW carries overt themes taken from Greek and Persian mythology coupled with Taoist philosophy and Zen Buddism. LOTR has gay hobbits jumping on beds and a flaming eyeball in the sky that looks like…well, you’ve seen it.  Needless to say, there is an entire generation that might feel a bit bitter about the whole thing.  Kevin Smith is their spokesman. 

This grudge is aired out in Clerks 2. This was Kevin Smith’s “Takeover” though Peter Jackson, director of LOTR, never claimed to have wanted it with Star Wars, George Lucas, or Smith…NOOOOO!!!!  Luke Skywalker is running this nerd shit.

Dante and Randal, now working the counter at a fast food joint, have to nitpick something to compensate for their shitty lives.  In this case, Randal takes umbrage with Elias, a doofy burger flipper who makes an offhand joke about a customer ordering onion rings (“One ring to rule them all“).  This begins a nerdcore beatdown of D&D fantasy fags from devoted sci-fi galaxy herbs:

Randal Graves: All right, look, there’s only one “Return,” okay, and it ain’t “of the King,” it’s “of the Jedi.”
Hobbit Lover: Oh, Star Wars geek.
Randal Graves: Oh, I’m the geek? Look at you two whipping out your preciouses.
Elias: You’ll have to excuse him, he’s not “down” with the trilogy.
Randal Graves: Oh, what the fuck happened to this world? There’s only one trilogy, you fucking morons.
Hobbit Lover: You know what, maybe we should start calling your friend Padme, because he loves Manakin Skywalker so much, right? [in robot voice] Danger danger, my name is Anakin. My shitty acting is ruining saga.
Elias: [chucking] Yea-Yeah, you’re crazy, Jar-Jar.
Randal Graves: Oh, I’m crazy? Those fuckin’ hobbit movies were boring as hell. All it was, was a bunch of people walking, three movies of people walking to a fucking volcano. Even the fuckin’ trees walked in those movies.
Randal Graves: [describing the Lord of the Rings Trilogy] Here’s the first movie.
[walks a few steps, staring blankly]
Randal Graves: And here’s the second movie.
[walks a few steps again, pretends to trip]
Randal Graves: You ready for the third movie?
[walks yet again, stops, pretends to throw the ring into the volcano. Shrugs his shoulders and turns around]
Randal Graves: If Peter Jackson really wanted to blow me away with those “Rings” movies, he would have ended the third one on the logical closure point, not the 25 endings that followed.
I’m sure Peter Jackson saw this scene and thought, “Why you all aggy?  Kevin, respect the game.  That should be it!” 




The Top 25 Movie Scenes of the 00’s: #25-23

7 12 2009
I watch a lot of movies. 
 
Looking over lists of the top films of the decade at other sites, I realized I wasn’t interesting in shucking the greatness of unseen indie power house flicks or championing blockbusters that won awards the past 10 years.  As a movie geek, there’s some movies that aren’t noteworthy nor become critical smashes but deliver moments and scenes more memorable than Best Picture winners like Crash and A Beautiful Mind. 
  
 That’s what I’m interested in: replay value and the trademark scene that pops in my head when a movie in mentioned in passing. 
  
I’d say There Will Be Blood is arguably the best film of this decade but I can’t watch it again –it’s such an epic investment.  I can however watch the final scene of Daniel Plainview’s bowling alley on repeat.  Other movies like Michael Mann’s Miami Vice rightfully came and went but I’ll rewatch it just for the blistering gun shot sounds; I’ve never heard more realistic gun shots outside of 8th and Diamond or 13th and Wharton in all my life.
 
So that’s what we’re celebrating here at Clap Cowards: the 25 Best Movie Scenes of the 00’s.  A movie ain’t a movie unless there’s a moment where you’ll stop everything to rewatch it on TBS on a Saturday afternoon, to quote it with your friends for months, to replay it in your head ten times after you walked out of the theater. CAUTION: SPOILER ALERTS APLENTY
 

"You're either a wolf or a sheep"

#25 Training Day ”The Learning Process” 

Denzel, much like DeNiro and Pacino, was such a good actor for so long and so noted for his skills that he now acts on auto-pilot, namely taking whatever character is on the page and “Denzel-ing” it: the heavy shoulder strut, the million dollar grin and smile, the direct and cutting glare, the heavy and stern delivery of monologues.  This was never more evident in 2007’s American Gangster as he played Frank Lucas, a 70’s drug boss who quietly pushed all the mobsters and suppliers out of business in New York City.  You see Frank Lucas is a living person, and most notably, if you ever see or hear him speak, he’s as country as a chicken coop.  Yet Denzel relayed none of this; Denzel just Denzeled the role as always.  This isn’t a bad thing for moviegoers who support the Denzel Brand; let Johnny Depp do the makeovers and weird vocal tics.  Denzel is gonna be a bad mafucka, straight up.  Subtelty and character transformation seemed to have been swept off the table for the bulk of this decade in Mr. Washington’s resume. 

The last time we saw Denzel not coasting through an enjoyable movie was 2001’s Training Day.  Playing Alonzo Harris, a renegade sociopath detective who believes in punishing criminals by operating in the same no holds barred fashion as they do, Washington was so terrorizing and audacious that he yapped up Russell Crowe and A Beautiful Mind from outright sweeping the Oscar’s.  Training Day was far from Washington’s best on-screen performance (cough cough Malcolm X cough cough).  No wonder Washington has been on record of saying Alonzo is his favorite character of all the roles he’s played — it shows. 

The #25 Movie Scene of the Decade sets the tone for Training Day beautifully: Alonzo and new recruit Jake Hoyt (Ethan Hawke) are riding around LA in a black rimmed out 1979 Monte Carlo.  After agreeing to a moral contract he can’t quite possibly fulfill, Hoyt is riding shotgun next to the King Kong of Narcotics, a man who will lash out on anyone suspected of tainting his jungle.  Alonzo offers Hoyt a hit of a weed pipe: 

You gon’ smoke it?”
“Naw man, I became a narc to rid the streets of dopers, not become one”
“Come on man, take a hit”
“Naw, man”
SLAMS BRAKES, POINTS GUN AT HOYT’S FACE IN THE MIDDLE OF AN INTERSECTION

“Yeah, right. If I was a drug dealer, you’d be dead by now, motherfucker. You turn shit down on the streets, and the chief brings your wife a crisply folded flag. What the fuck’s wrong with you? Talking about – You know what? I don’t want you in my unit. I don’t even want you in my division. Get the fuck out the car. Go back to the Valley, rookie. “
(painful pause)
“All right, I’ll smoke it.”

When King Kong points a pistol at your face and waves a pipe stuffed to the gills with weed in your direction in broad daylight as his black leather jacket proudly compliments his police badge dangling around his neck, YOU TAKE A HIT! 

"Is a pig's p*ssy pork?"

#24 Hustle and Flow “I Can Pimp Skinny”

Let’s be real: 2005’s Hustle and Flow would not have been a critical smash, a launching pad for Terrance Howard, and a gateway for Three 6 Mafia to hypnotize minds from the Oscar’s to MTV without 8 Mile breaking through three years earlier8 Mile was to hip hop films as Spider-Man or Batman Begins were to comic book movies: it made money, won over critics, and enabled moviegoers to take movies about rap seriously.  Hustle and Flow is more gritty and lovable and was thankfully welcomed upon arrival.  You don’t have to an ironic appreciaton of Paul Wall or Mike Jones to like Terrance Howard’s DJay as a rapper and  broker-than-a-joke pimp trying to keep the AC on for his snowflake hoe.

DJay’s shining moment comes after he’s laid down his demos to cassette tape, literally spilling sweat in the hot-ass makeshift studio soundproofed by egg cartons, and sees local superstar Skinny Black (played sharply by Ludacris) in the spot, the potential Puffy to his potential Biggie.  It’s where DJay, much like Eminem in the final battle sequence of 8 Mile, decides to put up or shut up, to risk public humiliation for his dream or duck away because it’s easier to pretend like he wasn’t all that serious to begin with.  Unlike B. Rabbit puking in a toilet due to nerves, DJay simply says to himself “If I can pimp $20 hoes out the back of this motherfucking Chevy, I can pimp Skinny.”  Howard reportedly spent 2 months living in Memphis hanging out with and interviews almost hundreds of pimps and prostitutes.  Pimpin’ really ain’t easy, even on-screen.

*SPOILER* DJay approaches Skinny Black like a vulture.  While Skinny is concerned with liquors, hoes, and bro’s, DJay is skillfully casual and confrontational, respectfully blunt while kissing the ass of his apparent hero.  He gains respect by challenging Skinny Black while he’s working him like a $10 hoe in a Wal-Mart parking lot.  Thinking back on the scene now, it’s no coincidence why so many southern (and west coast rappers for that matter) emulate and glorify pimps: they are master salesman who just happen to live right down the street from you.  They can sweetly and expertly talk you out of a quick $40, or in the case of Hustle and Flow they can sidestep an A&R, manager, and a posse to hand off a damn cassette tape filled with tales of broke ass pimpin’ and serenades to tricks yet to be whupped.

 

#23 The Wrestler “Half pound of egg salad comin’ up!”

Mickey Rourke, face like a heavy bag, dingy winter coat kept alive by duct tape and staples.  Fake tan, stringy weathered blonde hair, hanging with former wrestlers at an autograph signing that resembled a wake or a senior home with merch and photo opps.  Banging twenty somethings with beefcake fetishes then retreating back to his rusted trailer on the edge of town, letting down his forgotten daughter for the LAST time but never the few remaining diehard fans that give him an air of invincibility and duty from his formerly famous and currently pitied celebrity.    Marisa Tomei, the hands of time reminding her she can maybe pull off 32 years old on the pole but some wise ass frat boy will see the truth and announce it after getting turned down by the younger hotter pieces of ass.

This is the world of 2008’s The Wrestler, a feel-good tragedy by Darren Aronofsky.  Much has been made about Rourke’s return to Hollywood after a decade plus of exile and boxing, weightlifting, and plastic surgeries gone awry.  I thought his role as Marv in Sin City was more charming and damning as a comic book super freak with the heart of a saint, but Randy “The Ram” Robinson, well, you see guys like him everyday — you just might not know what they once were.   You see The Ram driving a tractor trailer or doing demolition downtown.  You see him working the forklift at Loew’s or delivering pizza in a busted up Lincoln.  But Rourke’s character will have none of that.  He belongs in the ring. 

The Wrestler asks this question: if your calling in life will eventually kill you, do you know the ledge or are you obligated to keep going?  Is death the ultimate price or the grand prize?  The badge of honor or the body bag?  Cause The Ram will tell you for sure, living like this ain’t no prize.

The #23 scene of the decade gives you a glimpse of Randy combining his wrestling persona with his everyday life of eating shit to pay the bills: working part time at the deli counter at a supermarket.  He’s alive.  He’s charismatic.  He’s slicing up a half pound of roast beef.  He’s charming the pants off old ladies like they’re eye candy at Royal Rumble.  He’s writing up orders, breaking balls, recommending lunch meats, and oblivious to the ridiculous scene of a beefed up animal in a hairnet pulling out chicken salad in the freezer.  Go deep! he says as he floats a package of cold cuts to a guy’s basket.  He’s joyful because he’s losing himself in something so sad and entertaining, the same way he does earlier in the film when a freak is stapling five dollar bills to his body in the ring. 

You watch this seen and realize that Randy just needs an audience, whether it’s on pay-per-view or at the deli counter.  That’s the feel good.  The tragedy is knowing that moments like these cannot sustain The Ram, that he cannot walk away from that which he is built for, even when it almost guarantees a painful death.  Maybe it all could be different if the damn manager at Acme would toss the Ram a couple more hours each week behind the counter.  I mean really, what exactly is The Iron Sheik up to these days anyway?





Dock Ellis Animated Short, Or How I Threw a No-Hitter For the Pittsburgh Pirates While High On LSD

7 12 2009

Dope animated short from No Mas, one of the illest sports based fashion boutiques, on my favorite MLBer.





Artwork for the Upcoming Shadowboxers EP

30 11 2009

Artwork by Objektiv One

 It got  a little freaky, didn’t it?

The long awaited video for “High Noon” off The Slow Twilight will be getting edited tomorrow night and released by the end of December.

The Broken Clocks EP will be coming in January and features beats and rhymes from Has-Lo, Nico the Beast, Small Professor, Curly Castro and Elucid.  We might be getting some show dates west of the Mason-Dixon lane in January too (fingers crossed).

Tick tock…





Dame Dash is Dame Dashing Hip Hop

25 11 2009

It was only a matter of time...

I plan on ordering the BlakRoc album tomorrow — listening to the leak, it’s not as great as I hoped.  However, I couldn’t really get into the album with the hyper compressed shitty MP3’s that made up the leaky leak.  The audio on the BlakRoc page (still a brilliant piece of cinematography for an online-only hip hop record) from the HiDef video pumps up the value/volume tenfold.  Plus, the Black Keys never make a bad record.  RZA and Jim Jones both rapping on two tracks, though, might not have been the best of ideas.  Regardless, great musical ideas with plenty good results should be rewarded with PayPal duckets.

I am talkin’ about Dame: outside of the artsy direction Dame Dash has inhabited post-Roc-a-Fella, with movies, clothes, and music projects captained by two scraggly white guys from Akron, the man is still a fly ass money makin’ boss from Harlem.

Need proof?  I present to you the BlakRoc Chevy Camaro!

Knowing Dame Dash’s track record, it’s obvious he looks at all the angles before investing and promoting a product.  And this is where the BlakRoc Chevy Camaro comes in to play.  Tying an album release to an exclusive tricked out ride would be a great idea for someone like Cam’ron during he and Roc-a-Fella’s Come Home With Me days.  Sure, it’s only a Chevrolet that probably retails at or below $20,000.  But I’m not sure what demographic of present or future BlakRoc fan is meant to take advantage of this.  Maybe Chevy stepped to Dame and/or the Black Keys previously.  Maybe the gritty authenticity BlakRoc  is gunning for by eschewing failed rap/rock projects of the past is what Chevy is trying to swagger jack for the ‘10 Camaro.  Maybe Dame is crafting his “anti-record label” record label approach by getting capital from massive corporations down on their luck who will try anything to get out of the red (it’s a shrewd business move on Dame’s behalf if that is the case — almost like SpongeTech’s takeover of in-stadium advertising with declining ticket sales forcing pro teams to lower ad rates). 

Maybe Jim Jones is ballin’ in a two door domestic now.

If you check out the store on the BlakRoc page, you’ll see the upcoming album for sale on CD (nifty) and vinyl (authentic) next to a BlakRoc logo t-shirt (standard operating merch) and a confrontational BlakRoc philosophical tee (“Did you ever really fuck with rock n roll?” — Answer: FUCK YES, BLAKROC!).  

I looked at these pieces of merch as smart, post-internet pieces of marketing and branding.  Instead of flooding us with mixtapes and free downloads, Dame Dash created a new identity for music that implied a fresh approach which, most importantly, should garner value.  The high quality promo trailers promote an experience, not flipcam hijinx to impress Nah Right commenters (I want to live in that studio–for real).  Tying in the Black Keys suggests authenticity — they are a blues garage rock duo who critics and bloggers and musicians and fans all seem to adore (and with good reason).  Nabbing verses from Billy Danze, ODB, Phaorohe Monch, Mos Def, Raekwon, and Q-Tip are a wink to 90’s New York rap: brutal, raw, melodic, hazy, and experimental.  There are no blog rappers or industry hyped novices; the only newcomer is NOE, who eerily sounds identical to Jay-Z ( maybe Dame decided to take Jay up on his “make another Jay” challenge or maybe he’s discovering the joys of millionaire irony). 

Dame Dash knows plenty of rappers more high profile then the current roster that fills out the tracklisting of BlakRoc; the fact that BlackBerries for the handlers of current billboard hotseekers did not get a text to slide past DD1972 studios to smoke somethin’, drink Hennesey, and chill with thousand dollar lesbians is no accident.

However it shakes out, BlakRoc (the album) will not live or die with a Chevrolet co-sign; though the project isn’t perfect, it’s a good starting point for what the Black Keys could do down the line in a strict hip hop setting adjoined by (mostly) strict hip hoppers.  BlakRoc (the brand) has its eyes set on the big picture (corporate sponsorship) and a new business plan to, get this, charge money for a piece of music that has been promoted and marketing almostly exclusively online.

Why you think me and Dame cool?  Well, I’m not a verbose asshole but I do appreciate the vision and hustle of a guy who sips Chardonnay with Chevy in the morning and sips Brooklyn brown liquor with William Danzini of M.O.P. in the evening.





ANTE UP! IT’S GAME TIME!

22 11 2009

Lack of posts this week as I’ve been in the Chi.  More pics and stories coming this week.

But now we’re down to the nitty gritty and the entire reason why I flew 800 miles (well, I actually won a raffle drawing, but still): Bears vs. Eagles!

Truthfully, I believe the Bears could take this one after the certified cold turds they delivered against the lowly 49ers.  I am terrified of Trent Cole vs. Orlando Pacemaker and DeSean Jackson vs. Charles Tillman.  And Asante Samuel, who will be taking HUGE gambles to pad his INT numbers, vs. Jay Cutler.

Other than that, yeah I’m aces.





I Gave Up “Parks & Recreation,” “Community,” “The Office”, “30 Rock,” & “Always Sunny” For This?!?!

13 11 2009

Bears 49ers Football

Not only did I predict the first endzone pick thrown by Cutler in the first half, I predicted the last endzone pick thrown by Cutler with 8 seconds left to play in the game. 

Next Sunday I will be in Chicago to watch my Bears play the hometown Eagles in Soldier Field, my first trip to Chi-town and the Bears sanctuary since August 2001.  Suffice to say, I am not looking forward to this game.  Sure, Chicago is one of my top 5 favorite cities.  But the “professional football team” which represents it has me praying for turbulence on my flight home like Ed Norton in Fight Club.

Here’s what makes a professional football team (let’s call them the “Chicago Bears” for funnsies) painfully average/slightly dreadful:

-dumb penalties (check)
-an inability to sustain drives because of a putrid offensive line and, yes, more dumb penalties to kill said drives (check)
- a special teams where the only impact players are the punter and the kicker (check)
- no true #1 wide receiver but a plethora or 2’s and 3’s (check)
- the pass rush of a three-legged house cat (check)
-giving up big plays on third down like clockwork (check)
-a quarterback with a rocket arm and all-world skills who has such low confidence in his offensive line (where Death By Nose Tackle seems all too real), his running back (Matt Forte is the new Enis/A-Train/Salaam but with a bland name), his receivers (my dad seriously wants to pick up Joey Galloway — when a 40 year old receiver who can’t play for the Patriots seems like a good idea…..), and his defense to keep a lead that he overcompensates by, and I hate these cliche, “doing too much” and “not letting the game come to him”.  In other words, he throws the ball to the other goddamn team 2-4 times a game because his goddamn teammates ain’t worth a damn, and he knows it, and THEY know it.

I’ll tell you what though…if the Bears had played that kind of game with anyone else but the Niners (or Browns, Rams, Chiefs, Raiders, etc) last night, they would’ve lost 38-6, and it would not have even been that close.

The Bears are now 4-5.  To quote Bull Durham, it’s amazing they even won 4 after watching that flaming piece of dog poo last night.

At least Lance Briggs put a hurtin’ on some folks.  Too bad the rest of the Bears are playing like Jason Biggs right now (no pie rape).





Let Me Learn You Something: Curly Castro

11 11 2009

castro red stripe

I haven’t done a Let Me Learn You Something in quite some time.  In the past year, I was able to coerce friends (Nico the Beast, 2ew Gunn Ciz), peers (Random, Mally, Small Pro), buzz artists (Skyzoo, Che Grand) and personal rap heroes (Heltah Skeltah) into giving up the goods on life in the music biz, life as an artist, and what the hell they are doing next in regards to both.

One artist, who later became a friend and label mate, I knew I wanted to interview for this segment for a long ass time was Curly Castro.  Matter of fact, he was the first person asking me to be interviewed for this segment!  It appeared that my basic cable level of “artist-read internet blog” celebrity had preceeded itself (finally!). 

This is how I met Castro: freestyling next to him  on a Thursday night in a club that was one floor below a massage parlor.  True story.

 His delivery, confidence, and the jumprope length of his dreads reminded me of Saukrates.  He was not only well versed in my project at the time, but a fan (not the bullshit dap and nod–I mean SHOUTING LYRICS!) of other acts on the bill that night.  My Spidey Sense told me that this guy was different: secure enough to root for other artists he received no direct gains from, a true rarity in this field.

And from that point on, Curly Castro has been everywhere!  Castro has indoctrined himself so wholly to the music scene of Philadelphia that I assume every show in the tri-state area, from poetry slams to Shakespeare in the park, will feature him doing something on stage with somebody.  It’s like when you buy a car — you don’t realize how many other cars are on the road that are the similar make, model, year, and color as yours until you’re whipping it around on the daily.  To say that he is a tireless, selfless contributor to hip hop is like saying The Clipse might’ve dabbled in a lil’ powder during their days in Virginia.   

A year and change later, Castro is a Beat Garden artist, the first cat to drop a release with us that does not feature myself or Nico the Beast in any capacity (which is good because we needed time to cope with the Dodgers’ and Red Sox’s October failures).  His first release, coupled with longtime collaborator and Philly gatekeeper DJ Ambush, is our first joint release with RockTheDub.com: Phatman & Likklebwoy.  It’s time for Curly Castro to learn you something!

1.  At what point did you realize music is what you wanted to do?
I guess as soon as i could hear the sounds around me. I am a tried and true product of the Hip-Hop generation. i was born in the Mecca of this thing we call Hip-Hop, New York, Brooklyn to be exact. And Hip-Hop was in the atmosphere during my upbringing. It was on the trains, on the walls, in the Bodegas, and on the radio consistently. So i guess my sub-conscious programmed hip-Hop into me real early. Or as they say in the illadelph- ERR’ ly!!!
2.  How has New York/Philly shaped your sound and molded you as an MC?
New York is where my Handstyle, my Voice, and my Grit come from. Philadelphia is where my resilience, My creativity, and my competative nature come from, wrap that up in a nice leaf, and you got yourself an eMCee as malleable as Smoke. I took my hits in Philly as far as the business aspect goes, and i had my genesis in Medina. Split the difference, carry the 1ne Mic, and you get Castro, Curly that is.
3.  Who are the people you look up to and learn the most from?
I first and foremost look up to my peers: Larry Guevara (my engineer who puts up with my shit), Beat Garden familia (Clean Guns{Nico the Beast & Zilla Rocca}, JawnZap7, Triple Nickels, Al Mighty, Big Oc Diesel, Vixion, Jimmy Giambrone, 5 O’ Clock Shadowboxers) , Public Axis, Dj Ambush, Ethel Cee, Flake Jones, Rokbottom, Writtenhouse, Akilles & the Oddicy (Rick Friedrich, Rah M. SunGee, Joe Balducci, El Smooth, & dj Dunson), Perry Lassin, Unless, John F.,Nickel Network, Bee Eater Records ( the afformentioned Ethel Cee, Fel Sweetenburg, Hustle Simmons) Douglas Martin, YBMe Massive- 2ew Gunn Ciz, BIg Hank, Distant Starr, Angela, and Cuz T, Doc Martin, C-Rock, Lastword, Eshon Burgundy, Slim DSM, the One Sun Lion Ra, Jay Grady, THOR Takeover Records, Verso, the list is quite massive (and can go on for a while longer).
 
Second and Secondary I look up to a select group of artists : De La Soul, Aesop Rock, Biggie Smalls, DOOM, El-Producto, Madlib, Flying Lotus, The Gas Lamp Killer, Cage, Cannibal Ox (first album), WU- TANG, Nasir Jones, Hova,  Def Jux, Stones Throw, Rhymesayers, Weightless Records, this is a few but this list to can go the way of the neverending….

4.  With everything you’ve learned so far, what do you wish you could have told yourself at the beginning?  Would you have done anything differently?
I would have solidified the Curly Castro brand a lot sooner. I am so grateful for all my Hip-Hop experiences but i always sacrificed self for the greater good of the group. What i did not realize till now is that i had a voice that was in demand. I always let the fame fall to my current group at those times, but i should of simultaneously been carving out my own niche. Then i would not have to perform four times a week for folks to recognize! Lmao!!

castro stage 2

Photo by Liz Padova.

5.  What’s hard for you?  What do you struggle with?
I struggle with in this current day….”Complain-Rap” I can’t stand anything that doesn’t count towards activism. Key word ACTIVE. If you don’t like this or you don’t like that, in the music business, and all you do is complain and not do anything about it….KICK ROCKS SUN!!! I have a real hard time sympathizing with that type of mind and that lack of work ethic. Anybody that knows Castro, knows I don’t rest on my laurels or my past accomplishments, I WORK. Word to Daddy Kane!

6.  Here’s a scenario: tomorrow you become the CEO of a major record label. What are the first three things you do as boss?
Get Distribution worldwide for Beat Garden. Get DOOM and Madlib to produce a record for me and do guest vocals as all 25 of their persona’s. Fire Myself and collect unemployment.

7.  What are some of your favorite albums?
Illmatic, Bazooka Tooth, 1988 (Blueprint-look it up), The Shining, All of Coldplay’s albums, the entire Wu-Tang Catalog, Born Like This, I’ll Sleep When You’re Dead, The Slow Twilight, Dinner is Served, Small Metal Objects, Audio Visuals, We the People…, All the Clipse records, Uptown Saturday Night, Madlib’s entire Discography, Life After Death, None Shall Pass, Depart From Me, ……….

8.    What is inspiring your work right now?
My main inspiration is My So-Called Life, Nah J/k. I take from a lot of sources, Film, Sports, Concrete Jungles, sprawling Metropolises, Gotham Cities, illadelphians, the Angst that floats within us all, the return of the Boom Bap, oh and Flying Lotus, Koushik, and Gas Lamp Killer beats.

9.  What advice would you give someone getting into the music business at this time?
Do it Yourself, Do it Yourself, Do it Yourself, Do it Yourself, Do it Yourself, Do it Yourself, Do it Yourself, Do it Yourself, Do it Yourself, Do it Yourself, and DO IT Yourself!

10.    Any words to live by?
My Mama always told me “You Get What You Pay For….” Basically you get out what you put in. While I always say “bang. BANG Beat Garden!! Public AX(is)!

castro snapkracker

Photo by SnapKracker

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Curly Castro Primer


“The Rapping Simpsons” DJ Ambush & Curly Castro

DJ Ambush & Curly Castro “Keychains” MP3

DJ Ambush & Curly Castro “Summer of ‘77″MP3

*All tracks taken from the new mixtape Phatman & Likkle Bwoy via RockTheDub and Beat Garden.

This month has Castro rocking three shows.  Check the mother site, BeatGardenSite.com, for all upcoming dates!





Sit Down. Close the Door.

9 11 2009

***SPOILER ALERT***

There’s something to be said about a television show that keeps me energized and invorgated almost 14 hours after watching it.  I’ve been burning through every TV critic’s blog after the opus that was the Season 3 finale of “Mad Men” last night. 

It had it all.  Tons of laughs.  Near domestic abuse.  Good ol’ British sneers.  The ill cashmere V-neck Don wears as he tells the kids daddy is gonna be shaking up in a bachelor pad in Manhattan.  Secret marriages in Reno.  And the promise for a brand new show next year that will certainly look and feel and move wholly differently than the past three.

I’m a TV junkie.  TV is so good right now that new films and DVD’s take a backseat like a dumpster baby in my spare time dedicated to consuming as much media as possible on a weekly basis.  My mark of a great television show is as follows: as soon as the episode ends, I begin replaying it in my mind to consume every nuance (The Prisoner, Mad Men, The Wire, Twin Peaks), memorizing and laughing at quotable jokes  like an old hillbilly skinning a ferret (Curb Your Enthusiasm, Parks and Recreation, Bored to Death, Modern Family), and feeling immediately strung out and dilapidated as a Motley Crue guitarist fresh outta H while I wait for next week’s episode (Damages, Lost). 

Consequently, I know a show has jumped the shark when the following actions take place:

-I only watch it on DVR and find myself fast forwarding to the main character’s screen time because every other character and plotline has devolved horrendously (House, Dexter) over the years.

-I DVR it because I won’t be home to watch it live…and the next thing I know it’s 3-4 days later and I watch the show only out of habit (Season 6 of 24, Season 2 of Heroes).

-The plot becomes so tired (Entourage) or so insultingly far fetched and re-hashed (Alias) that I cut it off cold turkey to minimize loss and to appreciate the good seasons. 

Last night’s Mad Men, in relation to the rest of season three, was like watching your favorite basketball player coast through three quarters on autopilot, dishing the ball, feeling out the defense, setting up his favorite teammates to keep the game close and then BOOM! dropping 35 points in the fourth quarter.  You walk away from that game thinking, “You know, that guy’s way too good to be so conservative and economical.  He HAD to be setting us up for that fourth quarter.”  And then you’re up until 1am, geeked up on adrenaline and fanboy opiates exploding every 5 minutes when you think back to your favorite moments.

Kudos to Matt Weiner and the writing team for delivering tenfold on the finale.  See you next year!