CAN YOU FEEL IT?



its getting closer. 12 jams. maybe 13. i know you think you know what its gonna sound like. i also know you dont know what it sounds like. this will be fun.

DONT EXPECT A LONG RECORD


one of my goals is to get away from the hour and twenty minute record. i feel like there is so much to do within the structure of a song, how each song relates to each other and how a whole album should play out that i've taken the approach of doing less songs. each song has a meaning and a purpose i hope. no filler. fuck it. there have been about 18 songs made. about 12 will make the cut. i never had a lot of disposable shit, but until this point in my life i also wasted whole songs repeating the same ideas over and over. on fan dam i did the more is more thing, and i love that record. but this one is tighter. more direct. also, i plan on releasing another album in 2008. fuck all this 4 year in between records shit.


working on poisenville kids no wins. its the last song on the record and its the most important to me. i wont ruin the suprise but there is a guest at the end that im very excited will be gracing the album. shes one of my favorite artists and we've been kicking around the idea of colluding for a while. but dont worry, my album isnt gonna be some sort of weird compilation of guest appearences. everyone who contributes does so in a well placed way.

i have 3 weeks to finish, and i have 10 songs that are definite for the record. i need about 3 more. why? cause thirteen always gets a bad rap. im gonna change that.

in the meantime, the stashe is honestly out of control. i want so badly to take a straight razor to it. but i have resigned myself to look like a child molester, and so it will be until im done. but dont think i like it.

IM DOING REALLY WELL WITH THE WHOLE NOT SMOKING THING, THANKS


im sayin though...

OH GOD STOP IT


its changing me. i am powerless against it.

MMMMMMMMM


1.gay cop
2.child molester
3.milton
4.serial killer
5.sanitation supervisor at your highschool
6.your father

thats right kids, the stache embodies it all. when i finally shave it you will all know that ISWD is complete. incedently i have decided to make the last few songs 280 bpms each, and to not mix them.

MUSTACHALYPSE NOW



it whispers to me. it whispers to me. it whispers to me. it whispers to me.

BACK SOON, BACK SOON




please pardon my absence. making this record is all consuming. will be back tomorrw with a huge update. and when i say huge i mean a couple of pictures and some words.

WEATHERMEN ROAD TRIP


thats the look of me and yak not wanting to be on the smallest jet plane ever created. weekend in ohio with camu tao. back monday.

AND NOW, A VERY SPECIAL WORD FROM GUEST BLOGGER MISTER DIBBS


(TODAYS ENTRY IS TENTATIVELY ENTITLED: I'LL SLEEP WHEN EL-P GETS HIS FOOT OFF MY NECK)

I've never really done a blog so, let me apoligize in advance for the bad spelling, grammer, run ons, comments that don't fit & punctuation. I'm in NYC (Brooklyn) working on El-P's (or as I like to call him "The Guy Beating Me") new record.
This is what has happened so far...
1-I flew into Jersey and payed $65.00 for a gypsy cab ride to Brooklyn.
2-Set up my equipment as El yelled about how ugly my ass crack was.
3-Scratched on a bunch of songs while being pelted with lit smokes from el. (as in he's burning me with a lit smoke if I fuck up)
4-Woke up on day 2 (on the floor of the studio I'd like to add) with El stepping on my neck.
5-Found out "mini-beast" the cat has a serious catnip/weed addiction.
6-Decided I love Brooklyn.
7-Decided El-P wants to kill me with a dull butter knife.
8- Was forced to sit in El's hot tub naked while he spinkled cherry Kool-Aid on me and sang " Come'on Eilene" by Dexy's Midnight Runners.
9-Realized I REALLY love Brooklyn.
10-Mr. Lif's hair came through and hung out for awhile although I never saw Lif.
11-Saw the greatest Moog instrument of all time.
12-Met "wilder" the greatest dresser of all time.

I could go on forever but, I should save something for the next blog I guess and, El is yelling at me right now about his ice not being cold enough in his glass of soda that's been peppered with my own urine. Drink Up!!!

Mr.DIBBS

ps: stay tuned for the premier of my blog of the same name of the tentatively titled entry in todays blog (of which i am guest blogging)

MUSTACHE THEORY



one of the tricks of the trade i employ to get myself motivated during a period of dire work is to alter my appearance in a way that is completely socially unacceptable. it could be a mohawk, it could be deciding not to shower for a week. this process forces me to stay indoors and work, all the while avoiding the regular pitfalls of socializing, drinking and any other distractions that are so easy to indulge in when i should be home toiling. this event usually takes place in the "endgame" phase of an album. this time, i have decided to grow a mustache. everyone knows that only kitty porn enthusiasts and hipsters rock them. now white brooklyn bred rappers do too. this is my vow to you all: i will grow this mustache until the record is done. wish me luck.

el

TV ON THE RADIO + EL-P

check out:


http://www.pitchforkmedia.com/page/news/2006/9/11/Stream_TV_on_the_Radio_Return_to_Cookie_Mount#38489

to hear my remix of tv on the radios "hours" from their new album. the song is included as a bonus cut on the release. they rock.

I AM MISUNDERSTOOD


you know, for years now i've had the reputation for being a workaholic, demanding hard ass. that i push the people around me beyond what is reasonable. hogwash.

gotta go now... dibs is really excited to get off his bitch ass and do anything i command him to. he knows its for his own good.

MY GOODNESS


imagine my suprise when lifs hair showed up to the crib the other day. i dont think lif even realized where he was. so me and lifs hair chilled for a while, caught up. then lifs hair dropped a verse. lif himself wanted to be on the record too but i cant afford to pay both lif and lifs hair.

ARE YOU FUCKIN SERIOUS???


how could you not want to hear an album that has that motherfucker playing that on it?

and nothing was ever the same. not ever again.

KOOLs



man i can understand newports to a degree, but kools? i used to smoke newpies. in nyc thats all they sell at the bodegas if you wanna buy one at a time. we call those loosies. in the 80s it was standard. 10 cents for a loosie newpie. some shit you do when you're broke, which for me was the majority of the time. its also the brand of choice for dust enthusiasts. take the newpie loosie and soak it in wet. thats called a dip. they cracked down on it in the past 5 years. now if a bodega sells a loosie they can get into serious trouble. but some still do that shit.

heres my point though: dibbs smokes like 6 kools before doing yoga. the extra long ones. for those of you that dont know dibbs, hes a hardboiled motherfucker. and he smokes a quarter pack of cools then does yoga on a hard wood floor before you even roll out of bed. respect due.

WEED, YOGA, PAINCAVE



back in the day i used to smoke dro every day all day. then i started having fits of paranoia. me and my boy john named this "the paincave". soon that started to represent any uncomfortable moment, depression or fear. the phrase started spreading like wild fire. everyone we told it to would latch on to it as though it were some godly mathematical code. an example of the finest use of the english language. 2 words that really seemed to express the intangible perfectly. over the years i cooled out on smoking trees cause for me the mounting reality of being an adult and the nostalgic indulgence of watering down my ability to handle life were clashing. weirdly enough at 30 years old i've taken to indulging a little here and there once again. this only works if im locked away in my own insular world doing music with little to no distractions what so ever. although every once in a while i think im having a heart attack.

the saddest shit in the world to me though are grown ass men who still think its a great idea to smoke 8 blunts before getting on stage. no one wants to pay to see someone roll the dice on your career. wait till after the show.

i also would like to point out that dibbs has vowed revenge for my gay yoga comment, as well as the fact that while dibbs may not be gay, that yoga isnt inherently gay and that being gay is not something i care about or think is wrong, that is the cover of the yoga dvd he uses. it puts me in the paincave.

DIBBS DOES YOGA


mr dibbs is doing yoga on my living room floor. he has a yoga dvd. now, i know it makes him gay. i know this. but im not gay because of this, right? i mean... should i stop him?

I'LL SLEEP WHEN YOU'RE DEAD


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WHY IS EL SO PARANOID? (AKA THANKS MOM)


just to cue you all in to what my childhood was like, this is a picture of what my mother bought me for christmas last year. its iostat. its a bad picture but on the box under the name it reads:

INDICATIONS: THYROID BLOCKING IN A RADIATION EMERGENCY ONLY

i carry it everywhere i travel now. yeah. im the genuine article.

one of the breed of bonkers, i wouldnt dare to lecture,
i dont know how to lead there's got to be somebody better,
weak in the kneesy species, dreaming of future fading,
seen where the suture stiches nitted slipped? im with you baby,
lets get obnoxious with it, i wanna know what brave is,
im tired of sitting here pretending im not fuckin dangerous


you know, im a big fan of a lot of music of various styles. but lets be real about something: no one seems to be saying anything on a pop or mainstream level that in any way reflects the truth of whats goin on right now, and its a trend in music journalism right now to collectively roll eyes at anyone who does take what is going on so seriously that they actually do let it influence the music they make. especially rappers. rappers are supposed to make fun music apparently, or music that is bathed in the destruction of materialism, ignorance, or both... and thats also fun now. its just true.

i think there is a time and place for everything. right now is the time for anyone with a public voice to start being as honest as possible about who they are and what matters to them. whatever that is. im not talking about getting on a soapbox or spewing some marginal political "knowledge". im talking about not lying, not presenting a false and simplified image of who they are and not bowing down to the pressures of an industry that seems to have decided (incorrectly) whos real, whats real and what pittance of artistic expression has been allotted the hip hop community.

cause this http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=33ORYWOu0xg is headed to a city near you, you fuckin assholes. get in sync.

now i wouldnt dare say what im saying in my music is better or more right than anyone elses shit. im just a brooklynite tryna craft some marvelous shit.

im not making a political album per se, but i am making an honest one. and im honestly terrified right now. but in a fun way.

UMM.... OK FUCK SMOKING BUT NOT UNTIL IM DONE WITH THE RECORD



so i went the whole day without smoking. then i lost my mind and bit the head off my engineer cause i couldnt get in touch with him. then i spent the whole first half of the day pacing around and cursing under my breath cause i had to deal with a bunch of regular mundane shit that for some odd reason i couldnt quite handle today. then i realized mr dibbs was flying in tomorrow to spend the next 3 weeks working with me. then i realized if my temper was this short while dibbs is here he might actually kill me, and my engineer might help. so for the sake of them i have decided to keep a pack around for emergencies till im done with the record. then its over. really. nah im sayin though... really.

i remember a few yeas ago there was a black out in ny for about 2 days. me and met from sa smash were living together at the time and the first reaction either of us had was to run to the deli and stock up on supplies. 3 packs of smokes and a bttle of black label. i'm really smart.

NO REALLY, FUCK SMOKING


this is a picture of the last smoke in the last pack of smokes i buy. i cant do it anymore. no. no. no. if im gonna die its not going to be because of a habit i picked up at 13 while cutting class and trying to look cool enough to get my first blowjob. i would rather chew a ping pong ball sized nicorette blob then continue to surrender my sanity and sense of self preservation to this abysimal passtime. damn it to hell. i need to be in tip top shape if im going to outrun the inevitable riots that are going to occur when the world figures out that we have hit peak global oil. to the forrest, my friends. sharpen your sticks.