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Peep this. Gold. The first time The Simpsons have used an alternative main title theme in 20 years, apparently. For the most part, it's the same, but the minor differences are classic. And the last part is the most elaborate one I've ever seen. Classics.
Attention, Melbourne heads...
The homie Duncan has (sorta) recently opened up his Hip Hop store in St Kilda, the only one in the area, so we had to let y'all know about it. It's called You Name It, and it ain't your typical Hip Hop spot. It's one of the only places in Melbourne you can get dope New Era caps (and order what you want from a catalogue), skateboards, t-shirts, shoes, spray paint (Ironlak) and original artwork.
Oh and it's currently the only place in Melbourne you can buy Cee & Bekah t-shirts, as well as the whole Movement Fam catalogue of mixtapes. So drop by and tell 'em we sent ya!
You Name It
274 Inkerman St
St Kilda VIC 3182
Opposite Inkerman Hotel, 5 minutes walk from Balaclava station.
That Jizz In My Pants shit was funny. This is next level piss-take at it's finest. Shouts to T-Pain for being a good sport. Big ups to Vexx for the hook up.
This is a dedication to Jeremy Lusk one of the greatest motocross stuntmen ever, that died at the age of 24.
So being we're a Hip Hop/Soul group, most would assume that's where our taste in music lies. You'd be fairly wrong to say that. Throughout the Fam, our tastes essentially touch damn near every genre of music, bar none. We're an eclectic bunch. :)
So lately, I've sort of unintentionally broadened my musical horizons more than I usually would. I've been reading Marilyn Manson's autobiography (mainly because it was co-written with Neil Strauss, my favourite author right now), and he has inspired me to check out his music. So I copped his whole catalogue and seriously, I'm digging all of it so far. I can't wait to do Manson covers when we set The Movement Fam band up properly.
And at the St Kilda Festival, we caught an acoustic duo who played 'Wonderwall', and even though I was off my face singing along, that stuck in my mind. So I copped Oasis's whole back catalogue too, and goddamn, 'What's The Story, Morning Glory?' is an AMAZING album.
Our drummer, Fading Hour's Chris Ferre, got me onto Tool (no homo), which I'm checking out as we speak. Can't wait.
So if anyone has any suggestions in the rock/hard rock/metal/alternative category that you suggest I should check out, throw us a comment. I always assumed this stuff was really soul-less and just screaming bullshit, but I was wrong. I've always dug Nirvana and Metallica since I played guitar as a kid, but I never really followed it up. Seems I'm discovering my inner white boy. :)
For all the Melbourne heads, this needs no explanation. For the folks on the other side of the planet, the St Kilda Festival, as outlined in the post on Sunday, is essentially a street festival in the bayside suburb of St Kilda, which really spans for like 8 or 9 days but the actual huge day is the last Sunday, which is generally the second weekend in February.
It's not unlike any other festival I've been to around the world - they close all the major roads and side streets in the area and fill it up with food stalls, vendors, and the like; it's got like 10 live music stages (I could be exaggerating here), and there's more hippies than you can poke a stick at. The two main streets - Acland St and Fitzroy St - are chock full of restaurants and bars anyway, so there's no shortage of spots to hit. The whole Fam ventured out for the day, and here's some of the less incriminating photos. Holla.
Vicki and Bekah
Tommy Gunnz and Cee
Notion and his stable of broads
St Kilda scenery
Father of the year - safety first!
Esscay, Theory and Cee
Luna Park at Sunset
St Kilda Sunset
The homegirl Joys performing with People's Opinion Afro Orchestra
St Kilda at nightfall
Just a quick post to start the day. The Fam is heading down to the St Kilda Festival in Melbourne today, where like half a million folks descend onto the beachside suburb to eat, drink, watch, drink, party, do drugs and just plain have fun.
Expect photos in the next day or two, whenever we recover.
So, once again, the homie Deez has lead me in the direction of hot broads.
The homie Clint (of The Movement Fam.com blog fame) hit me with the TV series 30 Rock, which I've been enjoying of late. Shit is hilarious. It's basically a sitcom set on the cast and crew of an NBC TV show in New York, featuring most of the cast of SNL, including one Miss Tina Fey.
Not only did I fail to notice her sexiness, I pretty much completely ignored it due to the nerdiness of her character in the show. But Deez hit me with these pics, and boom, I'm on the bandwagon. Check these babies out and click the pics to visit various Tina Fey related sites.
OK, this is not anything new, but a buddy of mine spoke about it the other day and I couldn't stop laughing. The imagery that was going on in my minds eye made me laugh out loud like a little kid does when he hears a dirty word or hears a fart...haha farts are funny...
Anyway, a merkin is a pubic wig, usually made from hair of some sort. I'm not too sure how much real human hair you'd want down there, unless it was yours but then that would defeat the purpose of wearing the merkin. So on second thought, if I was one of those people in need of some extra hair down there, I suppose you'd wear some pre-owned pubes.
And this brings me to another point. It seems the fashion these days is to be 'clean skin' so to speak, or have your, ahem, hair styled into some shape or at least be trimmed. I don't think it would get to the point where you have people getting designer styles and cross fades into their junk, but hey anything is possible. So what becomes then of those unfortunate who can't grow hair? Without the merkin they'd be destined to look like pre-pubescent teenagers, which could possibly pose a moral implication for their lovers.
But without merkins, there would be more R rated movies and less stars would get their 'kit' off for the camera. They use merkins in the movie biz quite a lot to hide actors special bits, so that they can get the shot without showing too much, which would then lead to harsher classifications. More R rated movies means that less of the world's teenagers wouldn't be able to see all the B grade movie tit flicks that we all got to watch.
You see, merkins have a higher purpose. Not only do they keep our bits and bobs warm, they also ensure that our younger generation doesn't miss out on the classic movies that we could see such as The Revenge Of The Nerds, the Porkies series, Screwballs, Meatballs series, and many more. Like I said, the merkin has a higher purpose...
Alright. I'm in love.
In my humble opinion, Indian women are the hottest in the world. When an Indian woman is smokin' hot, nothing compares. The sensuality, the deep brown, almond eyes, slender figures, dark hair, chocolate brown skin...goddamn.
So on the recommendation of the homie Deez, Bekah and I caught the new movie 'Slumdog Millionaire' the other night. The flick itself was brilliant, makes us wanna hit up India bad. But a beautiful side effect of the movie was the incredibly gorgeous actress who plays Latika. I made sure to wait until the credits before bouncing, and the lovely young lady's name is Freida Pinto.
I ain't got to say no more. Check the flicks. I linked them each to various Freida sites for your viewing and reading pleasure. Enjoy.
To all the Australians out there, both soaking it up on our own shores and those ex-pats enjoying a VB and vegemite sanga overseas - Happy Australia Day!
Here's what Wikipedia says about it:
"Australia Day, also known as Anniversary Day and Foundation Day, is the official national day of Australia. Celebrated annually on 26 January, the day commemorates the arrival of the First Fleet in 1788, the unfurling of the British flag at Sydney Cove and the proclamation of British sovereignty over the eastern seaboard of Australia."
So basically, today we celebrate both the official creation of our great country, and also the fact that a bunch of white folks claimed 'Terra nullius' on a land occupied by what is possibly the oldest surviving culture on earth, stole their land, committed genocide on their people, treated them as less than human (an attitude which remains today) and even stole their kids mid-last century. Go Australia!
So I was just cruising the net, enjoying my Australia Day Eve hangover, and stumbled across this cool ass shit. I was scanning through a little site called Robust Flavor, which mainly is an online store for kicks, accessories, clothes and whatnot, and found this little puppy:
Dope. Hella ingenius. I love it when folks come up with shit like this. It's called 'Skuniture Legs', and here's what the site has to say about it:
"Skuniture Legs. Each order comes with a set of 2 legs that fit any standard skate deck. When complete the table/bench stands 16.5 inches tall. Cold steel wire is formed and welded into incredibly strong, simple legs. You have two finishes to choose from: powder coated black or chrome plated. Manufactured in USA."
This is crazy, how this guy got away with a charge I do not know. This guy literally jumps off the guy in mid air.....crazy. Watch the guy at the bottom of the screen do a victory lap funny stuff.
Hip Hop is Flavor Flav's clock. Kanye's shades. LL Cool J's bald head. Questlove's afro. Hip Hop is blasting M.O.P. after a fight with your girl because the beautiful music will calm the savage beast in you. Hip Hop is staying up all night, refreshing your internet browser and waiting for that next Lil' Wayne leak. Rolling up to St. Kilda Sea Baths in baggy jeans, stunna shades and baseball caps, because you and your crew also deserve a Corona at sunset.
Hip Hop is all about image. The popularity of clothing lines rising and falling throughout the years. My Adidas. Kangol. Dickies, Chuck Taylors, Raiders caps and Starter jackets. Cross Colours. FUBU, Ecko Unlimited and Enyce. Hip Hop is having your own personal style, as long as it fits in with current trends. Not wearing dress shoes to clubs. A white tee for every occasion.
Hip Hop is underground, mainstream and everything in-between. Old and new school. Old school rappers reinventing themselves - but don't call it a comeback. Brand Nubian. Melle Mel. Even Ultramagnetic MC's (but at least Jay-Z is aging gracefully). Hip Hop is older fans hating on younger fans, as if it's their fault that it's not like it used to be. Skilled emcees making more money ghostwriting for mainstream stars, or dumbing their lyrics down to appeal to a wider fanbase. Hop Hop is MC Ren training Eazy-E to spit the rhymes others wrote for him - and nobody caring.
Hip Hop is metaphores, similes, alliteration and adlibs. Somewhere along the way, Hip Hop became whispering your delivery and using auto-tune on your voice. Hip Hop is war. Beef and diss tracks. BDP vs. Juice Crew. Common vs. Ice Cube. LL Cool J vs. everybody - and Canibus studying his background, reading the book that he wrote, researching the footnotes about how he used to sniff coke.
Hip Hop is rappers and their own record labels, with a ratio that must be damn near 1:1 by now. MARKETING. Youtube. Myspace. Facebook. Blogs. Hip Hop is the internet.
Hip Hop is DJ's and break loops. Grand Wizard Theodore scratching. Doug E. Fresh beatboxing. Graffiti and breakdancing. Freestyling. Producing, mixing and mastering. Ebonics and slang. Classic cuts on vinyl. MP3 promos and iTunes bonus tracks. Hip Hop is sped-up (and slowed-down) soul samples. Jacking Impeach The President, Nautilus or More Bounce To The Ounce for the millionth time. Hip Hop is mixtapes, mix CD's and iPod playlists.
What's in a name, eh?
I just wanted to touch base with you folks about names...
Names can be happy and conjure up wonderful pictures in our mind's eye. We have Apple, Cruise, Sunday Rose, Shiloh, and Joaquin to name a few.
And if most of the aforementioned names of these people weren't born into a priveleged lifestyle where they would want for nothing, then they would most likely endure years of torment and teasing during their younger lives. Most likely up until the point they reach a cross road in their life where they will be presented with the opportunity to change their name, move, go into therapy, or go and exact revenge on their high school bullies who jeered and made fun of their names through those "wonder years".
The reason for my latest rant is the news story about a couple who, for some reason, have decided to name one of their children Adolf Hilter. Now okay, you should be able to call your child anything you want. It's yours, you made it, no one else did. But you as the parent you won't face the horror and pain that this innocent life will endure having to labour through life with the namesake of the most despised man that people care to remember or forget. But it doesn't just stop at 'Hilter' either. These parents have other children with names like "Arayan Nation" and "Honszlynn Hinler".
Now, while the parents, no matter how kind-hearted or good-natured they believe they are, have subjected this young fragile being to a fate that one would not wish on an enemy. When will we start calling our children Pol Pot, after the genocidal maniac that proceeded to kill an maim anyone who would question him or his motives (the figure is close to 3 million), or why not Edi Amin? Hey, heres a name for ya - Osama Bin Laden, make that your kids name. Why not? It's just a name. At least it's not common. The poor kid's never gonna have any friends though, besides Nazi sympathizers. Yay.
It could all be just a joke, albeit one in poor taste, but this poor child will have to live in fear and loathing of a name that it does not understand the true malice of, its origins - nor should it need to. It will be exposed to hate and confrontation each time it dares to utter its full name, and should any of us really want to live with a burden like that?
Now if the mother and father of these children want to change their own names to what ever they like, then so be it. But to condemn an innocent child though is wrong on so many levels. I really do not believe there is space on a page to list it all. Anyway, that's just something I had to say. Take it, leave it, love it or hate it, it's up to you. I will leave with something I stole from old Bill Shakespeare:
"What's in a name? That which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet."
Once in a while, certain songs come along that you can't help obsessing over. I don't mean obsessing in the 'crazy ex partner won't accept the fact that you're not together anymore' sense - it's the good kind where you hear a track and something in that song resonates within you. I mean, you play it, then start nodding your head and you feel it - I mean really feel it.
After the track finishes, you go about your day doing your thing, but then that track comes back on through your playlist and the whole world stops again for the next 3-4 mins while you're in that trance. It's happened to me a few times in my life...okay, maybe more than a few but it never really stopped to think about it. Is there something deeper about these songs? Is it just the beat, the melody or the culmination of it all that makes us go, for lack of a better word, crazy?
So here's a bunch of songs that has, for some reason, jumped out and grabbed me (in no particular order):
A Milli - Lil' Wayne
Whoop That Trick - Deejay (Terrence Howard from the Hustle & Flow soundtrack)
Juicy - The Notorious B.I.G.
Dead Wrong - The Notorious B.I.G.
Party Up - DMX
YouTube has some serious videos on it, but the females in this video take dancing to a new level. This is how it goes down in the Dirty.....South that is.
Today was Black Friday in the US. Black Friday occurs the day after Thanksgiving, when folks are trying to get a jump on Christmas shopping. This year I decided to hit the stores early. I came home empty handed.....never again will I wake up to join the crazies.
I dare say a fair few of y'all would have seen this already, seeing as it has damn near 20 million views.
Shouts to the homies Craig and Scott in Toronto for putting us onto this. Cracked me the hell up when I first saw it. Heads in Melbourne will definitely relate lol. If you're bored, check the 'Related Videos' part on the YouTube page coz there's like seriously at least 20 other spin offs of this one. Funniest ones are the biker one (TURKEY BOMBS!) and the Asian one (SAKE BOMBS!). Gold.
