Childish Gambino: 3.15.20

I supposed it’s too early to call Donald Glover’s 3.15.20 the album of the year- so let’s instead call it the best and most complete record of his career. He’s a mysterious dude, so if this is his last “Childish Gambino” record- so be it. It’s a beaut. There’s a gorgeous balance of world reflection…

Wet Dirt: CRIMEAPPLE x DJ Skizz

CRIMEAPPLE rocks over the type of production rap nerds have been creaming themselves over the past few years. The sounds are haunting, unwelcoming (think Alchemist, Daringer, Marco Polo)- in other words nothing close to the radio/charts- and for that we’re thankful. But where contemporaries like Roc Marciano and Westside Gunn have a stash box full…

Mission Of Burma: Signals, Calls, and Marches (Matador, 2008)

This EP is the reason we suffer with the term ‘post-punk’.  Boston label Ace of Hearts put this recording out in 1981, and it flipped a switch. It’s a brainy mess- packed with raw punk energy- but glued in place with angular, intelligent playing that would go on to influence everyone from Fugazi to Paint…

New Single: Pearl Jam- Dance Of The Clairvoyants

Pearl Jam- your uncles favorite grunge band- has rarely taken the wild risk. They’ve played it mostly safe while navigating the cluttered rock and roll landscape for the past 30 years. Imagine the surprise when this new gem, “Dance Of The Clairvoyants” popped up on my radar this morning. Eddie’s been studying. Eddie’s been watching….

Slaine-One Day (2019)

Boston’s Slaine is a rugged mainstay in my headphones. I’m sitting at my desk right now playing his newest record, One Day, imagining how different my life would have been, had I been born and raised in South Boston- especially if I lugged around the same temperament that I did for 25 years in upstate…

20/20

There’s a few things to keep your eyes on as January rolls by. First. I’ll be publishing a ‘best 50 films of 2000-2019’ with my pal Josh very soon. We have no business creating this list. We’re not professionals in the movie industry whatsoever. We just like movies, and we like talking shit. There you…

They’re Just Stories

  This short piece became part of the framework for the book I’m currently working on. There’s no title yet, but I can confidently say there’s six chapters of solid storytelling completed. The story follows two boys from Queens who take the subway into Manhattan in the summer time. Hip hop, skate culture, weed culture,…

Can I Live? The Rap Writer’s Essential Question

I’ve never played the piano, unless you count that mindless tinkering we all do as kids. I’ve always looked at that box of wood lined with keys like a Rubik’s Cube; a puzzle that doesn’t compute between my ears.  I couldn’t tell you the difference between the long, sleek, white bars or the stubbier, taller…

They’re Just Stories.

I Want To Be Adored By J.D He sat at the computer while the cursor arrogantly blinked. Next to his laptop was an ashtray overflowing with the expired, stubbed-out sticks of dead end ideas; each sucked to the filter as if the answers might be in those tiny wads of cotton. We’re taught from the…

Rap Dad: Beats, Rhymes, and Wipes

Your baby is here. You’re scared because you don’t have a button at your house to beckon a nurse. You’re scared because she spits up. A ton. You’re scared because her belly is bulging and you’re sure you are a doctor because you have high speed internet. Relax Dad. You’re going to be OK, and…