glover? i barely know 'er

Freaks and Geeks from Donald  Glover on Vimeo.
gambino can get it.

this is how we valentines: the mixtape

two weeks late and a lil dirty. this one's for you, lovers.

http://www.mediafire.com/?rl9jj655lwk85a5

i'd t.a.p.p. that
Dirty Dancer - Snoop Dogg feat. Trey Songz
In the Morning - J. Cole feat. Drake
Playback - Collie Buddz
What's My Name? - Rihanna feat. Drake
I Wanna Be Your Lover - Corinne Bailey Rae [after Prince]
Hypnotize U - N.E.R.D. feat. Daft Punk
Turnt Out - The-Dream
Never Stop Loving You - Terrace Martin feat. 9th Wonder
Fool For You - Cee-Lo Green feat. Melanie Fiona
Chilling with My Chick - Badio

psychodelia

i made this

holy shit john donne

you donne it again.

HOLY SONNETS.
XIV.

Batter my heart, three-person'd God; for you
As yet but knock; breathe, shine, and seek to mend;
That I may rise, and stand, o'erthrow me, and bend
Your force, to break, blow, burn, and make me new.
I, like an usurp'd town, to another due,
Labour to admit you, but O, to no end.
Reason, your viceroy in me, me should defend,
But is captived, and proves weak or untrue.
Yet dearly I love you, and would be loved fain,
But am betroth'd unto your enemy;
Divorce me, untie, or break that knot again,
Take me to you, imprison me, for I,
Except you enthrall me, never shall be free,
Nor ever chaste, except you ravish me.

every time I promise myself I'll stop posting rap content to this blog is another time I straight-up lie to myself

Lil Wayne predicts Super Bowl, pays $1.13 million in back taxes.

"It was all a dream, I used to read Word Up! magazine..." And 54 other great opening lines in hip hop.

Philly rapper Meek Mill signs to Rick Ross' Maybach Music.

What happens to women in hip hop.

Dude complains how making mixtapes is hard (self-indulgent but true!), then lists his top 50 rap songs of All Time (only thing that could make this better is a download link).

To Do:
1) Watch  Prince/Cee-Lo duet from Madison Square Garden the other night.
2) Cry a little cuz you weren't there.
3) Repeat.

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.    

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

- from Carl Sandburg's Wilderness

write yrself clean

"The self is nothing without what it looks at. On its own, it’s inert. Kick it. Poke it. It seems dead. But point it at something else — Doritos, lawn darts, abandoned mines in Upper Michigan, a cappella groups, Dungeons & Dragons — and it perks up. Thus a focus on our obsessions, however nerdy, creepy, lovely, allows the self to emerge and live and blink a little in the bright light. In other words, the best way to write about ourselves is to write about something specific in the world. We don’t write about ourselves. We write ourselves."  -- New York Times

ZING: Joan Didion takes Woody Allen to task for Manhattan, Annie Hall and Interiors.

Why Chicago's awesome for comics.

'Salinger began walking, then running, alongside, still asking us to change our minds. He hit the cab—with his fist, I supposed—and the driver braked. Joe said, “Drive on!"'- When a night with J.D. Salinger goes wrong.

Image: Sculptures by South African artist Mary Sibande.

"I must say words as long as there are words, I must say them until they find me, until they say me - heavy burden, heavy sin; I must go on; maybe it's been done already; maybe they've already said me; maybe they've already borne me to the threshold of my story, right to the door opening onto my story; I'd be surprised if it opened."  - Molloy

Anti Freeze: a mixtape by me!

do you mostly love really hard hip hop from the last six months or so? yeah. me too.

this is music to shovel snow by. music for getting good and pissed. music for busting through these last heaped banks of winter.

snoblivion

abandoned cars on lakeshore drive (chicago tribune)

drifted bus

r kelly

interviewed by will oldham.

On Love: "Hey, man, love has never failed. It has won every battle. And today and forever more it will go on undefeated. I’m also a very loving person."

On Concept Albums: 'I felt like people have fun with concepts like that—even when you throw a party. You say, “Okay, everybody gotta come in with a broom and a witch hat and it’s a witch party.” You know what I mean? “Everybody gotta come already drunk.” '

On Recording in the Middle of the Night: "Well, my engineers kind of switch shifts like bus drivers, you know?"

On Busking in Chicago: "So I started coming down and sing­ing and got me enough money to get a little keyboard, put some batteries in it, and start messing around and writing my own little songs. I was the highest-paid street performer, probably, in the history of Chicago. I was making like $800 a day."

nitty scott m.c.

voice got fangs and her rhymes got bite. think i'm in love.