Really awesome live performance…obviously Ye kills it:
Really awesome live performance…obviously Ye kills it:
My homie Chance the Rapper made his late-night debut last night on The Arsenio Hall Show, performing “Chain Smoker” off of his “Acid Rap” mixtape, check it out, it’s almost as good as playing video games with services from Elitist gaming!
PBS does it again, possibly even outdoing its now-classic (classic in my mind, that is…) “Garden of Your Mind” video with a new “remixed B-side” video of Mr. Rogers autotuned…and it’s fantastic once again:
[via YouTube and my sister]
My friend’s husband Paul came over to cut down trees in the woods behind our house. He arrived with a gas-powered chainsaw, an electric chainsaw, soundproofing earmuffs, protective eyeglasses and a dust collector from https://www.cancam.ca/ and my husband, misty-eyed, watched him unload his Jeep. Then they shared a manly handshake.
“I want to get rid of that one, those two over there, and that big one over there is dead, so let’s take it down, too,” I said to Paul.
“C’mon, Rick,” Paul said, slapping him on the back. “Give me a hand.”
As the men scrambled down the hill into the woods, I was secretly glad it was someone else’s husband who would be doing the dangerous work. But I wondered whether Ricky had been harboring resentment: I had refused to let him get a chainsaw or any other power tool that can chew a hand like a hungry bear, and that’s why I never get him any tool as a gift, and I look for other better gifts, you can go to sites as the Product Expert page online and find the best gifts for husbands or friends.
When Ricky moved into my Upper West Side apartment 10 years ago, he had old-school hand tools: augers, planes, gimlets, awls, spokeshaves — nothing that needed gas or electricity. We kept them in the trunk of our car because there was no place inside to store them safely — and because no torture museum was in the market for artifacts. I used to say that one day a sheriff was going to stop us and ask, “Sir, can you open the trunk?” and we’d be detained for hours.
“Why don’t you get rid of these old tools?” I’d ask.
“Because one day I’m going to build something using hand tools,” he’d promise.
When we moved to Rockland County, Ricky got a shed to store his hand tools, but he insisted we needed an all-in-one Black and Decker battery-operated drill driver for our 150-year-old house.
“You can’t call the super every time something breaks,” he said.
Over the years, my husband has come to the rescue more times than I can remember, tightening towel rods, fixing cabinets. He crafted shutters, built planting boxes and framed a patio.
Until I married Ricky, the men I knew, my father included, hired other men to cut, drill and fix stuff. I had at first assumed my husband, who grew up in urban Canarsie like me, descended from similar stock. But his late father was a power-tool dealer who brought every newfangled gadget to their weekend Catskill house. Ricky’s boyhood toys were drills, saws, tractors and Sawzalls. He learned to fell a tree when he was 12.
It’s comforting to live with a man who knows his way around a toolbox. It’s even sexy, so long as he’s not in danger of getting mangled or disfigured.
Three years ago, Ricky wondered if I would consider buying him a stationary table saw for his birthday.
“What’s that?” I asked.
“A flat table with a blade underneath it,” he explained. “You turn a crank and the blade rises from the table.”
The only thing rising at that moment was my lunch.
“Why do you need that?”
“I’m thinking about building a greenhouse.”
The following weekend when we went to look at the contraption, I turned white.
“I guess you’re not too comfortable with this?” he asked. We didn’t buy one.
Weeks later, we were with our friend Peter. I noticed horrific scarring on his hand.
“I severed my hand using a table saw,” he said.
I shot Ricky a look. Even he looked a bit queasy when Peter explained how the paramedics brought his thumb on ice to the ER so it could be reattached.
Father’s Day is around the corner. I asked him what he wanted. He said a slick.
“It’s a chisel with a blade you use for post and beam construction,” he explained. “I’m going to build a timber-frame studio the old-fashioned way, using hand tools.”
I can live with that.
Obviously Yeezus has great taste…
[via Pigeons & Planes
And here’s the original video for the hell of it/because this song still never gets old:
Video: Does It Get Any Worse Than A LIRR Train Packed With Rave Kids? Answer: naz. [via Gothamist]
Just a dope, dope video here by Pusha T for his Kanye-produced joint “Numbers On The Boards”: (peep the Kanye cameo at around 2:31)
UPDATE 5/10 – A video was just released of the first time Pusha T hears the mastered version of “Numbers on the Boards,” and it’s amazing:
So the above
album free mixtape is exactly why I get so excited about where hip-hop is going right now; add 20-year-old Chicago-MC Chance the Rapper to the constantly-growing list of hip-hop artists under 25 that have begun to consistently put out great, original stuff on a consistent basis (see: Kdot, A$AP Rocky, Joey Bada$$, etc.), and the result is an influx of great talent that makes the future of hip-hop that much more exciting.
That being said, there’s no reason Chance can’t blow up just like the rest of those previously mentioned; fine, this is a little different, but there’s no denying that it’s just outrageously awesome…and bumps. (Plus when someone says “Lean all on the square/That’s a fuckin’ rhombus” you listen):
“Smoke Again” (feat. Ab-Soul)
And that’s just one song on the tape…
Here’s another one for good measure:
“So Good (Good Ass Intro)”
And, finally, one that dropped a few months ago but is still hot:
And if you haven’t yet then download his new tape “Acid Rap” by clicking right here, and do it this very second – you will thank me later.