Saturday, October 20, 2007

Cliff Wagner & The Old # 7

Van Damn! I wasn't expecting much from the American Idol spin-off, the Next Great American Band, but gotta sucka punched by its premier last night.

Among the usual tool bags on the audition show were a few gems. Most surprisingly, for me, was the strong presence of bluegrass bands and standing at the front of the pack is Cliff Wagner & the Old #7.

I happened to stumble across one of his video's on youtube which pretty much erased any inkling of a question as to whether or not I am a fan.

My nana had that same IH Cub Cadet tractor, I have been known to enjoy a C-45 tall boy from time to time, and I own a remarkable similar suit. The real deal sealer, however is the ever so brief cameo of the luchador.

Genius. Pure unfiltered genius.

Thursday, October 18, 2007

Remember that rap song I wrote a while back?

Well, I started on my follow-up. Actually I started in last February and this soon to be .5 mic classic has been collecting dust ever since. I figure since I haven't had much time for original content lately, I would go ahead and throw it out as a work in progress.

Now if I can just track down that Moses guy who can turn tablets into records, I might be able to produce this as a video.

Artist: Topic 15
Title: Da Return of the Burrito Slayer! (Adios Amigo Mix)

The kid is back on the scene with Rome styled infusion
To set the record straight with chrome plated confusion
My I can has rap style’s no joke, unstable volatile like mentos & coke
Cow poke, battle me and see the inevitable conclusion of losin,
then choke while I’ll smack you around and call you Susan
Sarandon, hunky dory glory hole bruisin with reckless abandon

My skills are so tight I’ll even rhyme something with Orange
When it comes to soda pop, it’s always grape or orange
Yeah I used orange twice, so what, my game is that nice
Get a hair cut Bo Bice, Idol wannabe with dreams unborn
Frozen hot pocket, stale microphone rocket fiend forlorn.

Pass the blue raspberry mad dog with bling bling
So I can get gassed up like Weng Weng on Ginseng
Rattle the cipher’s nest and watch my hornet entourage sting
Like a slot machine addiction, an unmistakable bad habit
Wascally wabbit, One armed bandits can’t play 40 hands, jim abbott
You try but just can’t have it.


Wednesday, October 17, 2007

BDP 3:16 says...

3:16 into the video (actually it is -2:14 the way the timer works when you embed)...

Words can not describe the awesomeness.

Thursday, October 11, 2007


For those who dare, I have discovered a new drink, which while I have yet to sample, can promise will offer an express ticket to trouble-ville.

Ladies and gentlemen, what do you get when you cross an jager-bomb with an astronaut?

The tangermeister.

1 shot of jager dropped into have a cup of tang.

Let the booting and bar fights commence.

Sunday, October 07, 2007

Spreading the love and the hate...

Sorry for the sparse postage lately, thangs been re-diggity-donk-u-lously busy.

In fact I just put in 5.5 hours of work and it is a freaking sunday. Buh!

Regardless there are 2 things which are far too important not to share.

Example #1: VH1 Soul.

Yes I have very mixed reactions about this, but when it comes down to it, this lil' ghetto child of VH1 is pretty much the hotness. If not for no other reason than its showcasing of the documentary, And you don't stop: 30 years of hip hop. One can only hope that this comes out on DVD. I'm not gonna spoil much, but it gives an unprecedented look into this like the genesis of the NWA's F#$% the Police (hint it involves Ice Cube's Suzuki Sidekick bus stops in Compton and a paint ball gun) and the demise of the group (hint it involves scrilla AKA snaps AKA money). Even better are how some of the participants dissect songs such as Nuthin but a G thing and compare it to "some black beach boys shit."


Even better is the fact that they have things like Teddy Riley's Top 10 New Jack Swing countdown, where he confesses that one of his groups, Black Street absolutely hated the song No Diggity when they first heard it. Teddy pushed hard and convinced they to cut the track, but the concession was that he had to sing the hook. Fast foward and it becomes arguably the best (if not only) song the group is known for. This is Don Schlitz/Kenny Rogers all over again.


Now for example #2, which is also awesome, but in a totally nast kind of way.

I came very close to talking my wife into buying this last night. We were at an Exxon gas station and they had a huge bin of 50% off candy and I saw some king size reese cups and got totally geeked.

I then looked closed and saw that they were laced with banana creme.


No wonder that mess didn't sell at full price.

Banana creme, peanut butter and chocolate?

Reeses, go smack yourself. Are you in cahoots with Frito lay? Save that mess for someone else.