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This Is The Re-Mux

April 3, 2008 Comments off

Thanks to a Twitter post from Sarah Lane I got hipped to a site called MuxTape, where you can upload your MP3’s and make a “mix tape” to share with your friends over the internets. It’s kind of like You Tube but for music, and it lets you create a play list so that you can set the song order.

I gotta tell you that I’m lovin the concept, being a DJ I have come across plenty of songs that I’ve wanted to share with others. Unfortunately other than having them buy the CD solely on my recommendation or illegally download the song (something that I would never endorse) I haven’t really found a good way do this… until now!

So I’ve taken the liberty of uploading a couple of songs that I’ve remixed or extended for play in the club. Most of them stem from the original being just way too damn short to get away with playing or from the “No Rap Rule” we have. So keep in mind that these songs were intended to be played in a strip club and have hot stripper chicks dancing to them while they play… hehehe

Admittedly I’m no professional when it comes to remixing a song, but I’m kinda proud of what I’ve been able to do so far, and inevitably whenever I play one in the club someone always asks about it. Always makes me feel good when something I did just to satisfy the curiosity of rather I could do it or not gets me a little praise from total strangers. I’m generally a shy person, but when you get me in the DJ booth I love to show off, and in a gentleman’s club if you can get the customers to shift their attention from the ½ naked woman on the stage to the 300 lbs Mexican guy in the DJ booth… you’ve gotta be doing something!

Anyway, without further a due… here’s my MuxTape and the play list:

http://th0r4z1n3.muxtape.com/

AFI – Prelude 12/21
Digital Underground – April Showers
Kid Rock & Metallica – American Bad Ass (Sad But True)
I.C.P. – Fire Rain


And as long as I’m giving out “Twitter Plugs” don’t forget to check out my tweets @ http://twitter.com/Th0r4z1n3

P.O.D. – Youth Of The Nation

February 3, 2008 Comments off

P.O.D. – Youth Of The Nation

Last day of the rest of my life
I wish I would’ve known
Cause I’d a kissed my mama goodbye

I didn’t tell her that I loved her and how much I cared
Or thank my pops for all the talks
And all the wisdom he shared

Unaware, I just did what I always do
Everyday, the same routine
Before I skate off to school

But who knew that this day wasn’t like the rest
Instead of taking a test
I took two to the chest

Call me blind, but I didn’t see it coming
Everybody was running
But I couldn’t hear nothing

Except gun blasts, it happened so fast
I don’t really know this kid
Even though I sit by him in class

Maybe this kid was reaching out for love
Or maybe for a moment
He forgot who he was
Or maybe this kid just wanted to be hugged
Whatever it was
I know it’s because

We are, we are… The Youth Of The Nation

Little Suzy, she was only twelve
She was given the world
With every chance to excel

Hang with the boys and hear the stories they tell
She might act kind of proud
But no respect for herself

She finds love in all the wrong places
The same situations
Just different faces

Picked up her pace since her daddy left her
Too bad he never told her
She deserved much better

Jonny boy always played the fool
He broke all the rules
So you would think he was cool

He was never really one of the guys
No matter how hard he tried
Often thought of suicide

It’s kind of hard when you ain’t got no friends
He put his life to an end
They might remember him then

You cross the line and there’s no turning back
Told the world how he felt
With the sound of a gat

We are, we are… The Youth Of The Nation

Who’s to blame for the lives that tragedies claim
No matter what you say
It don’t take away the pain

That I feel inside, I’m tired of all the lies
Don’t nobody know why
It’s the blind leading the blind

I guess that’s the way the story goes
Will it ever make sense
Somebody’s got to know

There’s got to be more to life than this
There’s got to be more to everything
I thought exists

We are, we are… The Youth Of The Nation

Categories: Music, Quotes

Old School

November 30, 2007 3 comments

OK, so a couple of old friends stopped by the club the other day, and I’m talkin’ “old friends”, I’ve known these two since Jr. High or longer. We got on the subject of music and what we used to listen to “back in the day”, and… well, lets see if these don’t take you back to a “Jr. High Dance” or two (if they don’t, then your too fuckin’ young to be reading my blog anyway, LOL).

Candyman

I remember when I first realized how old I was: I was on Napster (when it used to be free) looking for a song by Slick Rick, and I couldn’t remember the name of it. So I figured that I would just pop into the rap chat room and ask. Everybody in there claimed to “know” old school, so I tried to explain how the song went, and was met with “Slick Rick? Who’s that?” “I wasn’t even alive in the 80s” “I thought you meant old school like Dr. Dre – G Thang!”

Fuckin’ twerps! I was still listening to that album at that time.

Anyway the song I was lookin’ for was Slick Rick – I Shouldn’t Have Done It and apparently they won’t let me post it in my blog, so you have to click the link to see it, or just enjoy this other video

 

Slick Rick

 

Boyz II Men, ABC, BBD: “The East Coast Family”…

Bell Biv DeVoe

 

At the playground, ya knooooow…

Another Bad Creation

 

 

Boyz II Men

Bum stickity bum stickity bum bum…

Das Efx

Yes, that’s really Nas…

 

MC Serch

 

Look closely, see if you can find 2Pac dancin’ in the background. Oh yea, I never forgot where ya came from Pac…

Digital Underground

Oh yea, and before he was a porno star, check out Son Doobie…

 

Funk Doobiest

And of coarse, who could forget the first Rock/Rap colabo…

Run DMC

 

Super Cat

 

Heavy D

Man do these videos bring back alot of memories… to be young again.

P.S.

Oh yea, and who could forget the biggest rap rivalry of its time: Dr. Dre & Eazy-E

Dr. Dre

And the reply…

Eazy-E

Musical Revolation

September 29, 2007 Comments off

Not much going on still other than the usual work bullshit and this damned Senate Bill 16/Issue 1 stuff, but I’m not trying to dwell on that stuff right now. I’ve let it take over too much of my life and just need to take a minute or two for myself… then I can go back to the usual grind of fighting the C.C.V. and protecting American Freedoms! LOL

I thought I’d take a couple of seconds and share a recent musical discovery with you, Maksim Mrvica, a Neo-Classical artist I happened to stumble upon not too long ago. Somebody gave me a link to “Nostradamus” and I was hooked. I’ve really been into Industrial Rock thing here lately but I love music that has a kind of “orchestral” feel to it too, and this was just the perfect blend of those two things… awesomesauce I’m telling ya, awesomesauce!

Neo-Classical is not a genera of music that I’m very familiar with but it’s defiantly one that’s got me hooked. Here’s a couple of links to some vids by him, check em out and lemme know what ya think

Nostradamus

Child In Paradise

Exodus

Memories

July 11, 2006 Comments off

 

 

Photograph”
Nickelback

 

Look at this photograph
Everytime I do it makes me laugh
How did our eyes get so red
And what the hell is on Joey’s head

 

And this is where I grew up
I think the present owner fixed it up
I never knew we’d ever went without
The second floor is hard for sneaking out

 

And this is where I went to school
Most of the time had better things to do
Criminal record says I broke in twice
I must have done it half a dozen times

 

I wonder if It’s too late
Should I go back and try to graduate
Life’s better now then it was back then
If I was them I wouldn’t let me in

 

Oh oh oh
Oh god I

 

Every memory of looking out the back door
I had the photo album spread out on my bedroom floor
It’s hard to say it, time to say it
Goodbye, goodbye

 

Every memory of walking out the front door
I found the photo of the friend that I was looking for
It’s hard to say it, time to say it
Goodbye, goodbye

 

Remember the old arcade
Blew every dollar that we ever made
The cops hated us hangin’ out
They say somebody went and burned it down

 

We used to listen to the radio
And sing along with every song we know
We said someday we’d find out how it feels
To sing to more than just the steering wheel

 

Kim’s the first girl I kissed
I was so nervous that I nearly missed
She’s had a couple of kids since then
I haven’t seen her since god knows when

 

Oh oh oh
Oh god I

 

Every memory of looking out the back door
I had the photo album spread out on my bedroom floor
It’s hard to say it, time to say it
Goodbye, goodbye

 

Every memory of walking out the front door
I found the photo of the friend that I was looking for
It’s hard to say it, time to say it
Goodbye, goodbye

 

I miss that town
I miss the faces
You can’t erase
You can’t replace it
I miss it now
I can’t believe it
So hard to stay
Too hard to leave it

 

If I could I relive those days
I know the one thing that would never change

 

Every memory of looking out the back door
I had the photo album spread out on my bedroom floor
It’s hard to say it, time to say it
Goodbye, goodbye

 

Every memory of walking out the front door
I found the photo of the friend that I was looking for
It’s hard to say it, time to say it
Goodbye, goodbye

 

Look at this photograph
Everytime I do it makes me laugh
Everytime I do it makes me…

I think it’s amazing that music has the ability to provoke such strong emotions in people as to make them smile, or laugh, or even cry. The ability to connect with people on a level that causes them to lose their composure and just live in an emotion for a short period of time is something that just leaves me in aw. To be able to put to words and music the thoughts and feelings that most people don’t even realize that they have, and conduct an emotional symphony that takes the listener quiet literally on a tour of your feelings and theirs at the same time.

These songs are far and few in between but when they do come along they are the songs that you listen to repeatedly, until you know every word and every note of the song, until the song is no longer the focus of your listening experience. You listen to the song quite literally just for the emotional stimulation that it gives you, for the memories and feelings that it evokes when you hear it, so that you can relive, if only for a brief moment, your first kiss, the memory of a friend that has passed away, or even the innocence of your childhood, with a vividness that would make it seem as if the song was written specifically for you.

I fall nothing short of astonished to think that someone else’s words could instantly transport me to my childhood, standing on top or the hill with my childhood sweetheart doing the things that kids do with all of the innocence and naiveness that it is to be a child. Never thinking that things would change and never stopping to cherish those times, because for all we knew they would last forever. The feeling that I had the first time that we kissed, the nervous butterflies in my stomach, the moment that I realized that I really loved this girl, the awkward silence that followed because in all honesty it just kind of happened, and how I laid in bed that night not able to sleep because all I could think about was that kiss. While it was not my first kiss it was one of the most memorable kisses in my life…a kiss from my first love.

Then in the same song to be taken to the loving embrace of one of my best friends who I helped (to the best of my ability) to deal with the loss of his wife, children and home, only to lose him in a car accident less than a year later. To remember the joy I felt when I helped him move into his new apartment as we shopped for all those little things that you need when you first move in, and the look of surprise and “duh” when I reminded him to buy a plunger. He was a good friend, he was the best friend that I ever had, and I still miss him dearly.

All the while having that song fill your head with flashes of things like cutting class, hanging out in the neighborhood on those hot summer nights, and all the other dumb things that you did with all of those friends that have come and gone throughout the time; the virtual flood of long forgotten memories that you are now reliving in your head just as if they had happened yesterday.

Not to mention all of the emotions that come along with those memories, the feelings of joy as you remember hanging out on the basketball court or playing football at the church down the street, the mischievous smile that crosses your face when you think about breaking into that old abandoned factory at the top of the hill, the comrodery that you felt as you think about all the different cliques that you fell in and out of over the course of time, and the overwhelming feeling as sadness that you feel as you realize that no matter how hard you try you can never really go back to those days. Most important though is the feeling of gratitude that you feel for even having those memories in the first place.

I often think of those times, but never have I been able to relive them as I do when I hear that one song.

My childhood sweetheart, Renee, she’s on her second marriage now, and hopefully he will treat her better than her first husband did. It really pained me to find out how badly he treated her, I always had sort of a big brother complex with her even after she was no longer my childhood sweetheart, and I still inquire as to how she is doing when I run into someone that knows her.

As for Mark, my dearly departed friend, I find some comfort in the fact that before he died he was actually able to find some sort of happiness and remarry, God knows how much he deserved it.

I often bump into many of my old friends when I go home, and though there is still a feeling of friendship there, it’s not like it was in those days. We’ve all moved on to different stages in our lives, but it’s still nice to see them every once in a while, catch up on how life has changed for all of us, and share a few memories. I wish nothing but good things for all of them, and hope that they remember me as fondly as I remember them; they will always hold a special place in my heart and in my soul.