Krispy Kreme attack:
it just feels like a wonderful night for partaking in overly sugary carbohydrate goodness that's been fried to artery-hardening perfection.
in my head, i keep hearing the siblings-at-war sounds of "Who Do U Worship?" from De La Soul Is Dead -- it jumps from peaceful and quaint classical-guitar-plucking to axe-shredding riffs. thank God for the genius of Prince Paul.
i took my sister shopping and whilst waiting for the end of her dressing room adventures, i plonked myself down at a table within the hullaballooza that is Virgin Megastore and read Michael Moore's Stupid White Men. i got through most of it and dug it (which isn't surprising since i'm distinctly pretty far gone left in spite of my consumerist tendencies). still, there's a pretty little chunk of it that comes off as ultra-facetious and it registers as Moore trying to get cute.
i'm curious to check out some sort of rebuttal to SWM - especially the whole first chapter detailing Dubya's (alleged) hijacking of Florida during the election.
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from the New York Press (?) :
(A.H)..It was interesting to see you having technical difficulties down there, because a lot of your lyrics are about an uncomfortable relationship with technology. Historically, a lot of hiphop was partly about being overjoyed with machines.
(EL-P)..I’m not overjoyed with it, man, it’s a love-hate relationship. I appreciate that it enables me to do things that I wouldn’t have been able to do five years ago, but I’ve also been known to take hammers to pieces of technology. People have witnessed it. I snap every once in a while. I just feel like every once in a while you have to show technology who’s the master, y’know? I actually took a hammer to a five-disc CD changer about a year ago. I flipped out. It wasn’t working correctly. I was trying to get a CD out of it and the door wouldn’t quite open, it just kept going, "vvvvt." So I opened it. It’s like, "You are my slave. My whore. My bitch. If you don’t work for me…" I can’t do the role-reversal thing. I don’t want to sweet-talk it. At the same time, y’know, I love technology because I love making music. I love videogames. I have every stupid gadget that comes out. I’m 100-percent a consumer. But I do it with the understanding that I’m a pathetic person.
it just feels like a wonderful night for partaking in overly sugary carbohydrate goodness that's been fried to artery-hardening perfection.
in my head, i keep hearing the siblings-at-war sounds of "Who Do U Worship?" from De La Soul Is Dead -- it jumps from peaceful and quaint classical-guitar-plucking to axe-shredding riffs. thank God for the genius of Prince Paul.
i took my sister shopping and whilst waiting for the end of her dressing room adventures, i plonked myself down at a table within the hullaballooza that is Virgin Megastore and read Michael Moore's Stupid White Men. i got through most of it and dug it (which isn't surprising since i'm distinctly pretty far gone left in spite of my consumerist tendencies). still, there's a pretty little chunk of it that comes off as ultra-facetious and it registers as Moore trying to get cute.
i'm curious to check out some sort of rebuttal to SWM - especially the whole first chapter detailing Dubya's (alleged) hijacking of Florida during the election.
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from the New York Press (?) :
(A.H)..It was interesting to see you having technical difficulties down there, because a lot of your lyrics are about an uncomfortable relationship with technology. Historically, a lot of hiphop was partly about being overjoyed with machines.
(EL-P)..I’m not overjoyed with it, man, it’s a love-hate relationship. I appreciate that it enables me to do things that I wouldn’t have been able to do five years ago, but I’ve also been known to take hammers to pieces of technology. People have witnessed it. I snap every once in a while. I just feel like every once in a while you have to show technology who’s the master, y’know? I actually took a hammer to a five-disc CD changer about a year ago. I flipped out. It wasn’t working correctly. I was trying to get a CD out of it and the door wouldn’t quite open, it just kept going, "vvvvt." So I opened it. It’s like, "You are my slave. My whore. My bitch. If you don’t work for me…" I can’t do the role-reversal thing. I don’t want to sweet-talk it. At the same time, y’know, I love technology because I love making music. I love videogames. I have every stupid gadget that comes out. I’m 100-percent a consumer. But I do it with the understanding that I’m a pathetic person.