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June 19, 2009


A couple of us are talking about another Boston-area ObWi get-together next Weds (6/24). I'll post time/place details in this thread when we have some.

Rhymes and timpani. Who knew?

It's like peanut butter and chocolate.
It's like ham and swiss.
It's like peas in a pod.

On 'n' on to the break y'all.

Hoping for at least one hour of uninterrupted sun this weekend. But I'll take whatever I can get.

Janie count me in, I will give you a shout by email.


This is just one of many reasons that ObWi is required reading for everyone, everywhere.

me like. finally, something that doesn't sound like every other rap record that's been made since 1995.

cleek: I give my boy full credit.

And for the record, Black on Both Sides by Mos Def is one of the best hip hop records of the last handful of years. Though my boy wasn't part of that.


I think he was saying that he knew the DJ, not the MC, Mos.

Man, you hung out with Mos Def?

I'm impressed.

I haven't given The Ecstatic much of a listen yet, but I just want to say Definition is one of the best songs ever, especially Def's first verse there.

neat music but i was disappointed to read (i didn't know anything about him so looked him up on wikpedia) that he doesn't believe al qaeda was involved in 9/11 and thanks the apollo moon landing was a hoax.

we have to do a better job of educating our kids to become critical thinkers as they grow up.

Texas Reader,

Most of the people who advocate some of the most degenerate and depraved policies for "spreading freedom" went to some of the best schools this nation has..."an education" is no guarantee of pristine critical thinking.

I know I mostly do drive by comments here, but since this is a semi-rap themed open thread, I thought I might want to seek some rap flavored help. I'm working on this song (and I never rapped before, obv), a kind of counterrap to the Dartmouth 'conservative rappers', done from the perspective of a CEO... anyway, I want to ask if anyone is interested in taking a listen to a segment of the uncompleted song if I threw it up on youtube for a while?

... if I can get three commenters to say sure, I'll mix something down real quick to put up.

At very worst, I'm just trying to confirm that there is a reason why some white boys shouldn't try to rap (which, to their credit, The Young Cons demonstrated quite handily).

Damn awkward. /bleg

Ah, never mind, it's a dumb idea.

Boston area ObWi get-together:

Weds, 6/24, 6:30 p.m. at Mary Chung, Central Square, Cambridge.

If anyone else can make it that I don't already know about, send me a note at janiemat at myfairpoint dot net and we can ask for a table instead of a booth.

(Farmgirl, are you out there? Any chance you can come? If not this time, hopefully we'll do it again later in the summer.)

laxel: I wouldn't say it's a dumb idea. It's all in the execution. I'd give it a listen.

"I'd give it a listen."

Bearing in mind that me rapping is laughable on it's face, here's a minute of my bankster rap, starting about thirty seconds in. The premise is that it's sung by one of the financial masters of the universe.

So many caveats to add, I need to watch the plosives, beats and levels are off, I haven't worked panning yet, etc to infinity.

The brief animation snippets are something I'm playing around with (resolution was chopped in this hasty lo-def upload and I'm not worried about it) while working on the song, figure the video could have a mixture of similar animation + kinetic typography...

I'll be taking the segment down sometime in the next day or so because it's so rough and taaded, but I hope you enjoy.


I went back to the most recent open thread to post the news today that Farrah Fawcett has lost her battle with cancer.

Like millions of teenage boys, I came of age in the Seventies with the iconic poster of an alluring Ms. Fawcett and her famed feathered hair on my bedroom wall.

Little did we know that Ms. Fawcett would show us what real beauty, inner beauty, was decades later.

My Dad succumbed to cancer in 1995, the strong body he put to use as an iron worker for three decades stripped away to nothing, just as cancer ravaged Ms. Fawcett's body. Among other things, it is a very lonely disease.

By going so public with hers, Farrah Fawcett proved to be the most unlikeliest of figures in providing comfort to others suffering similarly and who realized they were not alone.

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