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The gray Beamer in ‘92 was MEAN! I seen Premier standing outside the Apollo, just parked. He had the gray Beamer, too. He took off the symbols. I told him, ‘Yo, you got good taste.’

I was the first with the 18”s, 10 inches wide! When you drove behind me on the highway you had to lay down!”

-Funkmaster Flex, 12:05 AM on Hot 97.

Ephemera from a Long Island Weekend, Pt. 2 

Epherma From a Long Island Weekend, Pt. 1
Epherma From a Long Island Weekend, Pt. 1
The word dailies here refers to select material shot that day and viewed by certain crew members. Dailies can be projected as prints or watched on videotape or both, but are now often digital and displayed on monitors, which may affect quality control. Because, unless you’re David Fincher and a genius, or an obsessive-compulsive, it may be easier to ignore your mistakes when they look like specks on a computer monitor. Or as Robert Elswit, the cinematographer for Paul Thomas Anderson’s “There Will Be Blood,” which used traditional dailies, said on digitalproducer.com: “The other great thing about seeing film dailies is that you can’t kid yourself about focus and all the other technical issues that can come back to bite you. an aside from Manohla Dargis’ brilliant review of what appears to a dreadful film, What Happens in Vegas

Amalgamation

So I have the new Scarlett Jo album. I love Scarlett, bad actress but seems like a good egg (Ghost World is that shit. Scoop is underrated.) She is singing Tom Waits covers. Tom Waits is a hero. This album is sort of like if the 25-man roster of the New York Mets came to my office and rapped the Pharcyde’s “She Said” at me. Two things I love dearly coming together - and it’s not quite right. Though Jose Reyes has that swag - does he still have a reggaeton label? - I’m sure he’s no SlimKid3. Dave Sitek gussies things up way big and I suspect he’ll get more kudos than Scar. She’ll get backhanded compliments. Some songs will get blasted. But this is all about taste. Good taste makes great haste. Or something. 
My favorite song of the year.
Yo, anybody that’s not a fan; don’t come to my show. For what?! To try and throw ya’ll two cents in? Ya’ll rated my album shitty and now ya’ll come to the show and give it a B+. What’s a B+ mean? I’m an extremist. It’s either pass or fail! A+ or F-! You know what, fuck you and the whole fucking staff!!! I know I shouldn’t dignify this with a comment, but the reviewer threw a jab at all the artists. I just wanna know when was the last time you enjoyed yourself. If you can’t have fun and lose yourself at this tour it’s a good chance you’re a very miserable person. I actually feel sorry for you guys. Your job forces you to not have fun anymore. Grab a drink, holla at some nice girls, and party bitch!! You don’t know shit about passion and art. You’ll never gain credibility at this rate. You’re fucking trash! I make art. You can’t rate this. I’m a real person. I’m not a pop star. I don’t care about anything but making great art. Never come 2 one of my shows ever again, you’re not invited and if you see me…BOW!! This is not pop, it’s pop art! kanYe West : Blog
All we’re saying is that—and this is no revelation—Feist pwns Lite Times. She’s become more popular than we ever would’ve bet, and we’re not totally sure how. It’s kind of the same way Barack Obama has overcome his bad demographics by attracting so many new voters into the mix. Where have all these women been? Why don’t they come to more shows? We’re sick of dudes. They stink and don’t dance. They were at the Feist show not singing along. And you know what, dudeguys, you don’t get to crank our “Mushaboom” music box or wear our Feist t-shirt or put shit in our Feist canvas tote or listen to our Feist vinyl. The FADER - Live: Feist Is Metallica For White Girls