&t skeet on mischa: 04/01/2007 - 05/01/2007

skeet on mischa

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Apr 30, 2007

The Rap List...

I along with a bunch of people were asked by Jeff from Passion of the Weiss and Joey from Straight Bangin' to come up a list of our 25 favorite Hip Hop albums of all time. So, here's my list...

01.“Endtroducing…” by DJ Shadow
02. “Paul’s Boutique” by the Beastie Boys
03. “Enter the Wu-Tang (36 Chambers)” by Wu Tang Clan
04. “Straight Outta Compton” by N.W.A.
05. “Midnight Marauders” by A Tribe Called Quest
06. “Dr. Octagonecologyst” by Dr. Octagon
07. “Only Built 4 Cubin Linx” by Raekwon
08. “Supreme Clientele” by Ghostface Killah
09. “One Word Extinguisher” by Prefuse 73
10. “Black on Both Sides” by Mos Def
11. “The Chronic” by Dr. Dre
12. “Illmatic” by Nas
13. “Infamous” by Mobb Deep
14. “Fantastic Damage” by EL-P
15. “The Blueprint” by Jay-Z
16. “Deltron 3030” by Deltron
17. “Aquemini” by Outkast
18. “Fish Scale” by Ghostface
19. “Life After Death” by the Notorious B.I.G.
20. “The Low End Theory” by A Tribe Called Quest
21. “The Cold Vein” by Cannibal Ox
22. “21 & Over” by Tha Alaholiks
23. “Purple Haze” by Cam’ron
24. “Liquid Swords” by The GZA
25 .“The Unseen” by Quasimoto

I Got Grapes aka The Terrorists Will Win aka Oompa Loompas from Beverly Hills High aka The Beat Moves On aka Whoachella '007 Part 1

There’s a part of me that wants to tell an epic, but at the same time, I’ve learned that the average attention span can’t handle an epic these days. Thank goodness David Lean isn’t making movies anymore. Not to mention at the same time, it just takes too long to write an epic. We barely have time to bleed these days, so where’s the time to squeeze a few thousand words about standing in an oven next to some shirtless guy with a nasty sun burn working on his fifth cigarette in about ten minutes and some barely dressed Oompa Loompas from Beverly Hills High are sneaking their way to the front of the stage. In a nutshell, that sums most of my Coachella experience.

It wasn’t a total wash. There were moments of sheer bliss and most importantly, fun. Then there were moments of sheer frustration and extremely discomfort. It was a mixed bag with mostly good. Spending quality times with friends is always time well spent and throw in a mind-blowing set by Justice; it’s pretty much the definition of a good time.

So, Thursday night, I went to the Filter pre party, which was weird cause I’m never cool enough to go at an event such as that. You know, free booze cause we’re young, hip, cool and have a disposable income. I’m not used to that type of thing, but you know a free Heineken light is a free Heineken light. And you know I’m not used to being at a functions where people like Sarah Morrison and Cory Kennedy and the Cobra Snake and Cory Kennedy’s much cooler sister, Chris Kennedy are at. I can’t make conversation with cute girls on coke while waiting in line for the bathroom. “I like this song.” “(sniff)Yeah, me too. I like the Gossip (sniff).” I want to talk about how to turn a book like “Then We Came to an End” into a successful script and Alejandro Jodorowsky movies. I can’t keep up with these cool kids. I mean if it wasn’t for that conversation with that girl while waiting in bathroom, I would’ve never known that the Gossip was the people behind a song that I like. Then again, there was free beer, so it even its self out. Although, it should be noted that I did happen to run into the very cool and extremely friendly ladies of the Coachella 2007 Y’all blog. We talked about how much better New York City is in comparison to California. I’m a So Cal kid until I die, but New York is better.

Then there was Friday, which well, the less said the better. Not that it was a horrible day of music or anything, but everything that could go wrong went wrong. The day started out fine. Got a decent amount of sleep and woke up in a enough time to catch Alec Baldwin on “The View,” and spent the rest of my morning saying, “Of course, I’ll bring your ballet shoes.” Yet as we left the condo for the polo grounds, the gods must’ve been pissed at me. I just sat in traffic for what seemed like hours. Granted during this traffic jam, I discovered the magic of Marnie Stern, but I missed Flosstradamus & Kid Sister and a majority of the Comedians of Comedy. Traffic wasn’t the only thing that prevented me from seeing those particular acts, the security was a major roadblock. You would think after doing these things off and on for nearly 10 years, that there would be a guide book as to how they run and operate the security inspection and ticket taking, but maybe it’s the curse of the first day and I should’ve just said, “it’s their first day,” but you know when you’re standing in 100 degree heat, already sweating like a televengist who had an affair with Jessica Hahn and bummed that you missed Kid Sister and Aziz Ansari already, it’s my first day just doesn’t work. After what seemed it like an hour, we finally make it through and rush over to the C of C to catch Zach Galifianakis, who was amazing followed by Brian Posehn, who was just as funny. Of course, Patton Oswalt was the closer and he was killing it. The material was new to me and just brilliant, but my stomach disagreed and I got the sickies. So I had to run all over the place to find the bathrooms and it was just bad business. At that point, I thought, maybe I should go back to the Condo and claim Danny Glover status, but if I had, the terrorists would’ve won. So I sucked it up and just sat on the grass and attempted to get into Of Montreal. Just wasn’t for me, I tried, but no dice. So, went over to get a spot for Amy Winehouse and basically had the sun directly on my back for forty minutes while some fat duffer in front of me lit up a cigarette.

Maybe its because I don’t smoke cigarettes, but I am an extremely self centered individual, so I understand the notion of meeting your needs and demands before anybody else. Yet is nicotine that addictive that you just have to have a cigarette while in a room that is so crowded and filled with sweaty bodies that there needs to be a new word to describe it. Not to mention, its 100-degree outside and probably a 110 degrees inside the fucking tent. If nicotine is that addictive, then it needs to be outlawed or at least there should be a little smoking corner. Am I the crazy one?

In addition, to me, it just seemed that the kids just used Coachella as a place to smoke pot. Music was an after thought, but getting baked was the main priority. Like I said, Danny Glover status.

Back to Amy Winehouse, watched about twenty minutes of it before I got sick again. She was great. She was cute and tiny and has a great voice. I was pleasantly surprised. Yet I would not let the terrorists win, so I decided to go to the first aid tent and got some help. Basically some electrolytes packets and just laid down on a cot for a couple. Missed the Chain cause I was looking for my friends. Finding the people that I carpooled with sorta triumphs seeing “Just Like Honey” live. So, the rest of Friday night went okay. Saw Bus Driver, he came through in the clutch like David Ortiz. Saw EL-P; he wants to be like Trent Reznor, but it was good. He played all the jams.

Then there was Bjork. I like Bjork a lot and thankfully, she played all the hits. Not a set full of new stuff that would have our heads scratching. It was great and I’ve finally seen Bjork perform live, but as I was sitting on the grass by myself. I wished I was at a place like the Hollywood Bowl instead. You know wearing some pants and a fancy shirt, have a nice bottle of wine, some good food to eat during the show and just sit back and enjoy it. And to make matters worse, DJ Shadow was at the same time and in between songs, I could faintly hear in the distance a song that meant a fucking lot to me at one point or another in my life. To make matters even worse, after Bjork’s encore, Shadow breaks out “Organ Donor”. It was as if Josh Davis was stabbing me in the back with that one and to add insult to injury, as we were leaving, he starts to play “Midnight in a Perfect World.” It wasn’t fair.

Apr 23, 2007

To Whom This May Concern...

Whoever picked the set times for this weekend's Whoachella, honestly and seriously, you fucked up my weekend big time. How do I make the Sophie's esque choice between Ghostface and the Arcade Fire on Saturday night? Who the fuck is Tiesto and why does he get to close on Saturday night? And how do you put Blonde Redhead on the same time as LCD Soundsystem? Ugh. I don't even want to talk about Friday night. Seriously. I feel violated and bummed out.

Apr 19, 2007

Win Place Show

So, this Coachella thing has very much been on my mind lately. I’ve been able to sleep somewhat at night, but there’s been a lot, like a lot of tossing and turning. Yet during the dull drums of a Wednesday afternoon spent in an office, I’ve finally made up my mind on who exactly I want to see at Whoachella ‘007; Friday and Saturday though. While generally I don’t have any class, I oddly have one on Monday. So, if you’re going to be there and have an awkward and most likely extremely uncomfortable conversation with your humble narrator, then check out the following.

A small side note, while I feel that this list should be set in stone, it may greatly change due to the fine folks who program the festival.

On Friday, I plan on seeing…
-Bus Driver. If you’ve been keeping score since like December, you would know that I’m madly in love with Bus Driver’s latest album, “Roadkillovercoat” (pick it up if you haven’t yet, dude. DJ Nobody has beats for days & weeks). I’ve seen Bus Driver a couple of times live and his shows are a lot of fun.
-Flosstradamus featuring Kid Sister. It may be too warm to wear a super expensive multi colored hoodie, but it doesn’t mean I still can’t enjoy the music.
-EL-P. The dude released “I’ll Sleep When You’re Dead,” nuff said; Stan Lee status.
-The Comedians of Comedy. I can only imagine a majority of their various sets being drowned by the noise from a band like Circa Survive or I don’t know what, but Patton Oswalt is one funny dude.
-DJ Shadow. Okay, so his last album was kinda ‘meh’ but he still could be interesting. Maybe he’ll just play “Midnight in a Perfect World” as the sun sets in the desert.
-The Jesus & Mary Chain. I’m not the biggest fan in the world. Honestly, I just want to hear “Just Like Honey.”
-Amy Winehouse, but like for a song and to see if her hair can with stand the heat and to see if Perez Hilton is on the side of the stage eating all of the food.
-Interpol. I dunno. I like Interpol.
-Bjork. I like Bjork, I dunno.

On Saturday, I plan on seeing…
-the Arcade Fire cause they’re the Arcade Fire and the chances of me getting tickets to their shows at the Greek are slim to none unless my name is Getty as in the Getty.
-The Good, The Bad & the Queen. A bunch of English dudes playing some dub stuff, rad.
-LCD Soundsystem. I love me some James Murphy.
-Blonde Redhead. I almost don’t want to watch them because the last time I saw them it was so great and I just assume that any other time I see them, its going to be on par with that night at the Glasshouse in April.
-Hot Chip. My friend saw them by himself and said it was one of the best show he’s ever been to. Plus, you know, I need to drop some LBS and I figure dancing in the desert to “Over & Over” will do the trick.
-Ghostface. Sure, I could’ve seen Ghost countless times at much closer venues, but to have the ability to see James Murphy & Tony Stark in the same day is absolutely priceless.
-Peter, Bjorn & John. I figure this is where the girls are going to be.
-Justice. If they don’t play “Phantom,” then the entire trip will be in vein.
-The Black Keys. They’re probably monsters in the sack and on the stage.

If you have any suggestions of who I should check out, I’d love to hear them…

Also, what's up with "South Park" doing back to back Zach Snyder movie paradoies?

Apr 18, 2007

Ghost Dog, Man...

Even if the kid does in fact finally get voted off this week, he should at least make an appearance on the Stern Show for keeping him around for so long. It’s not we’re asking him to come on and do Nick Manning impressions. Granted, it’d be hilariously creepy, but you know, he should throw the truckers who voted 200 times a bone at least and talk about his sister’s boobs or something. Make it worth all the effort and time, you know. I think it’s time to let this joke end though. It’s been funny and a good excuse to watch “American Idol,” but you know, it’s kind of mean.

I think I may have been in the minority, but I tuned out during “I Love New York,” except for the part where her and that one dude went swimming with dolphins. Yet, “Flavor of Love Girls: Charm School” is must see TV. You take the best part of “Flavor of Love,” the crazy women and remove the worst part of the show, Flavor Flav (sorry dude) and just let the girls get drunk, fight, yell and are funny all on their own. And now, there’s a greater appreciation for these girls on other level. For example, Serious aka Crisital from “FoL: Season 1,” is really funny, but you wouldn’t know with all the Flavor Flav stuff and New York talking with her eyes closed that Cristial had a great personality in additional to a bizarre spelling of crystal.

I still feel like I’m out of the loop in terms of what the cool music is. I haven’t heard any new Dizzie Rascal, then again that Dizzie Rascal album was pretty shitty, so that may explain why I haven’t heard anything yet. I haven’t heard any new Bjork either. I have listened to that Handsome Furs album and you know, it sounds an awful a lot like a Wolf Parade album just really sparse. It’s good, but I don’t know how people are talking how it’s a really dark album. Maybe lyrically, but you know, it’s just a dude and his lady on drum machines. Maybe, I’m just losing it. Next thing you know I’ll probably end up thinking that Carlos Mencia is funny or something.

Although, it would take a tremendous loss in brain cells to find Carlos Mencia funny. Is there anybody who actually finds him funny? It’s like one of those situations when there has to be somebody out there who digs it. Like with Spice Girls back in the late 90s. Everything has an explanation or a solution.

To be honest with you guys, my mind is completely focused on one thing right now, Whoachella ‘007. To be specific, two aspects, my impending car pool and planning out my perfect Friday and perfect Saturday. I’m carpooling with one babe, maybe another, which is great. Yet the issue is do I jam out to Stern on the trip or be diplomatic and listen to some of her jams for a while and stuff that would fall under the category of mutual appreciation? Or do I pull the when you drive, we listen to what you want card? I think it might easier to be diplomatic and just jam out to stuff like that A Trak mix cd. How can you go wrong with Trillville rapping over New Young Pony Club?

Now, the other problem of planning perfect days is out of our collective hands. It lies solely in the hands of the fine folks at Goldenvoice. No matter how many times you write down all the bands you want to see or at least catch a bit of their set, there will be something that will prevent you from doing so. I want to catch a bit of the Black Keys, but you just know that like Peter, Bjorn & John will be playing at the same time. Now, this wouldn’t be a problem if I went to as many shows as Passion of the Weiss, but sadly, I don’t. I’m a bit of a shut in and like going to bars and listening to DJs who refuse to play my requests (DJ FUNK! “Phantom” by Justice!). So I have to make these tough decisions about watching The Black Keys or Peter, Bjorn & John. Probably Peter, Bjorn & John because most of my friends will want to watch them and girls are into them. Then again, I’ve heard that the Black Keys are amazing live and how often am I going to be a Black Keys show? You know, these are the panic attack inducing questions that keep me up at night the days before Whoachella.

I know that it’s early, but whose all going this year and who are you wanting to watch?

And finally, folks, I have a problem. I’m addicted to the song, “Coffee Shop” by Yung Joc. I’ve honestly listened to it over the past two days at least 20 times on my iPod when I’m walking in between classes and from the parking structure to the office. This song is bad, like really bad, but I can’t stop listening to it. I just hope that the video is just as good.

Also, the world is fucking crazy and scary right now. Let’s all be cool and nice to each other right now.

Apr 16, 2007

Stray Cat Rock

For the past couple months, I’ve been biting my tongue. I’m not a big fan of biting my tongue, but it seemed in my best interest to hold tight. Take that back, I haven’t been biting my tongue on rather lengthy MySpace bulletins and text messages. So if you had extra special friend privileges, then you’d be more than familiar with my tales. Yet, I can’t hold my tongue no longer on a particular manner. Lately, I’ve been seeing a lot of famous people and it only makes sense when you’re interning at a major movie studio. It was bound to happen and happens on a fairly regular basis. Generally, when I see some body that I’m a fan of, I get excited and carefully whisper to another person, “that’s such and such,” and after the person passes by, I pull out my cell and send a note to what ever friend I think would be the most jealous that I saw such and such. I want to say something, but I’m never sure as to what I should say to these people. I don’t want to bug them or freak them out, but after four months of saying nothing, I finally said something to Rashida Jones and Craig Robinson aka “Karen” and “Darryl” from “The Office”. I saw the two of them hanging out and the Safety episode had aired the night before and lately, the character of Darryl has been kicking a lot of ass. The situation called for me to say something. How often do you get to run into cast members from one of the best TV shows, let alone, the night after an episode where one of those individuals had some great jokes? I had to say something, I just had to.

Granted, I didn’t say anything profound to them. I get star struck rather easily. For example, I will treat my friend completely different because a portion of her has been photographed with a portion of the world famous Sarah Morrison. So, now in my book, she’s famous or at least a small portion of her is famous. I’m easily impressed and have a limited vocabulary, plus I was coming back from getting a delicious organic sandwich (get into Bag Ete, please!) and listening to ”Dirty South Dance”. Yet as I walked by two people who actually make the week worth getting through, I had to shout/say/yell, “Good show last night!” and probably give the thumbs up. And they were so cool about it and very appreciative and threw the thumbs up back at me. Rashida Jones is like really hot in person and has a really great smile. So yeah, that’s my celebrity sighting.

Also, a month or two ago, I think I saw Roy from “The Office” as well, but you know, it’s Roy. He never says anything funny.

So, I basically take three weeks off from the world and a big mess of singles trickle out onto the intranet. I guess, there’s a new T.I. song, but I haven’t heard that yet, have you? And there’s “International Player’s Anthem” by UGK & Outkast, holy smokes! What happened to Andre 3000 and where was this dude when they released “Idlewild” last summer? First, there was his first verse on Devin The Dude’s “What A Job,” which by the way, still remains the best rap song of double O seven thus far, but Andre3000’s intro on “International Players Anthem” feels really honest and is funny. Then there’s this Yung Joc song, “Coffee Shop,” (see this week’s song of the week) is probably the dumbest song ever recorded especially with Joc sounding like a diet coke version of Young Jeezy. But, that beat and the hook is insanely catchy; I will find myself within the next couple of days singing, “at the Coffee Shop.” And then there’s this song called “And I Love You,” by Rich Boy, which further fuels the fire that I have horrible taste in music or maybe, I just like tunes that make my car go boom when I have that rare moment when I can drive fast on the freeway.

In case, you were wondering exactly how awful my taste in music is, you can stalk it at last.fm. Find out exactly when the last time I listened to “Girlfriend” by Avril Lavigne. What? It’s a pretty good song and she’s like two feet tall. Her height has nothing to do with her musical ability, but it’s funny to see her stand around other people.

Andy Samberg and Shia Lebouf have finally made me laugh. To be honest though, I’m just baffled as to how Disturbia made all of that money. I guess it pays off to make ultra safe thrillers for the pre teens. Not to mention, it probably doesn’t hurt the film runs less than two hours either.

In case you were wondering, the empire does not support the splitting and potential re release of Grindhouse. Splitting them on DVD is okay because I won’t have to make that awful decision of where should I place the film: in the ‘R’s or in the ‘T’s? I organize my collection by director and year of release.

For those who’ve never been, this sorta reminds me of New York City, but like you’re going to run into another girl who may be equally as hot or hotter like 5 minutes later or at least a couple of blocks later or on the train. Also, they don’t look as against the law as they do in California.

MTV’s “Human Giant” is pretty funny and all, but has anybody else notice that it seems as if Paul Scheer in every skit is wearing a hat of some type. Why can’t he be bald?

Apr 10, 2007

The Movement Moves On...

The Sanjaya Malakar movement has to be bigger than the Dip Set movement. Well, at least, the cool kids aren't as into Dip Set as they were last year. Apparently, nobody is into ballin' like Spalding and Rawlings unless it's Weezy F Baby talkin' about it. So, don't forget to vote for Sanjaya cause maybe there'll be some more close ups of his sister.

Apr 9, 2007

Pastel Assassins

I’ve been trying to find the right words to describe my trip to NYC & Brooklyn, but I’m not sure if words could do it justice. Clearly, my initial reaction was that the city is a just wee bit better than Southern California. Bars and clubs close at 4 in the morning in the city where as out here in California, it’s a wrap at 2 in the morning. A lot, a lot can happen and often does happen in those two extra hours. They have this bizzaro thing in the city called the subway and people travel in tubes under the ground from place to place using this thing called a metro card; the late, great Le Tigre wrote a song about it. So take the information about bars being open until 4 and that these subways thing run all night long, you pretty much got the picture of how I spent my nights. Drinking over priced Japanese beer at the Hiro Ballroom and dancing until 3 in the morning, then walking a couple of blocks to catch the L back to Brooklyn and sleeping until two o’clock in the afternoon. Repeating the process the following night, but going to Studio B, drinking moderately priced Red Stripes and dancing until 2:30 in the morning because of the deadly line up known as Mad Decent Records. Bonde Do Role is probably one of the best bands to see live and Diplo, the dude can get a club moving like nobody’s business. The dude had this amazing remix of “Young Folks” and then he played a DJ Funk remix of Justice; in other words, my mind was blown wide open.

Speaking of DJ Funk, his remix of Justice should be theme song for the city. David Cross was right about New York City. It’s either you see the most beautiful woman or the craziest guy in the world. I was down in the village, getting off the subway with Robin Brown and we spot a model. Now, we had an extremely rough decision, do we follow the model around like a bunch of creeps or grab a couple of slices from the nearest pizza place? Hungry beat being creepy, but as we’re walking to get some slices, I see this crazy old guy who happens to have his hand digging through the fly of his pant. In other words, it looked as if he was yakking off. There are just good looking people all over the place in the city. Standing near a model on the train or walking behind an aspiring model talking to an agent as I was fighting way back to Union Square.

The bars are open late, the women are incredible, there are like American Apparel stores every ten feet, bootleg movies all over the place, the pizza is great, amazing tacos can be found at La Esquina (Carne Enchilada is perhaps the number one reason why I’d want to move to the city), MoMA, Trixie Teen/Gods Girls sightings, Vitamin Water available on every corner; especially Formula 50! It’s an amazing place and everybody just go there and hang out for a while. Take goofy photos and eat great food with friends.

The only downside of the city or at least what appeared to be a downside was the lack of cool spots to pick up DVDs and CDs. In other words, where were the Amoebas of the city? I have really terrible taste in movies; perhaps the worst in the history of the world, so I need to know if there’s a place where I could pick up an import copy of Mudhoney and a used Neil Young CD. There’s that and the A Train to Far Rockaway and cabbies.

My only regret was that I didn’t get to have a real sausage & peppers sandwich. And not hanging out with the Thigh Master.

Also, it should be noted that it was really, really, really, really awesome walking around Brooklyn listening to Biggie and EL-P. Another regret was that I listened to Nas’ “NY State of Mind” on my train to the clearport.

Also, as soon as I got back to the breast coast, I got extremely sick and lost a bunch of weight. Awesome! Tummies full of acid and sickly breads! Bad coughs and numb left arms!

Justin Timberlake kinda ruins “Give It To Me.” Sorry, Charlie. Although some may say that Timbaland ruins his own solo album.

Anybody have a clue as to when Rilo Kiley is going to release a new album? Its been far too long and these side projects don’t do the thing for me.

Anybody else beside me already pre order The Films of Alejandro Jodorowsky Box Set yet? El Topo & Holy Mountain finally on DVD in May, how crazy is that? It should be noted that if you go out and pick up El Topo strictly based on my recommendation and hate it, don’t blame me. Its clearly been stated that I have terrible tastes in movies.

With that said though and not with much surprised, I liked Grindhouse quite a bit. The faux trailer for Thanksgiving is and will be the best thing that Eli Roth ever does in his career. Planet Terror is the best film that Robert Rodriguez has made thus far; it’s John Carpenter esque, there’s a bits and pieces from Street Trash in there; there’s a Re Animator esque sense of humor to it. In other words, it’s a lot of fun. Werewolf Women of the S.S. needs to be made because I don’t want to hate on Rob Zombie for remaking John Carpenter’s Halloween. Don’t is probably my new favorite film never made. And then there was Death Proof, which takes about two viewings to fully appreciate. The first twenty minutes or so of Death Proof honestly plays out like an extra special episode of “Sex & The City.” Lot of girls talking about girly stuff and frequent close ups of feet, but then Kurt Russell comes into the mix and the film gets interesting and never stops being interesting and fun and great. The only problem with the whole double feature aspect of Grindhouse was that the films were shown in the wrong order. Death Proof should’ve been shown first to work the audience into the vibe of the thing as opposed to being dropped right into the thick of it with Planet Terror.

My favorite new way to kill time: Dos & Don’ts & Friends.

Anybody else getting burnt out on Seth Rogen? There's a lot of stuff in the pipeline, but I dunno.

Apr 4, 2007

Barely Alive

Back from Brooklyn, but I got sick somewhere between taking from JFK and landing in LBC and I haven't been able to hang out with the Google Master at all this week.

Also, I have trouble walking these days. I learned that I have bone spur/bone chip thing in my right foot that can't be removed or something like that. Perhaps if I was a kid on "Two A Days," I could get it removed, but I am who I am.

The city is rad. Everybody should go there and probably live there. I want to go back, but I figure if I tell everybody else to live there, maybe, just maybe, the 101 would be a breezy drive on a Saturday afternoon.