A February Full of Fire Part 3

Well friends, it seems that we've come to the last minutes of the second month of two thousand ten.
Here in the Northwest we managed to have two consecutive weekends of wonderful weather, while the rest of the country has been getting slammed with shit weather. But really, who gives a fuck about them?
Anyways, while I wait on a file to finish uploading to lace all y'all with new beats, I wanted to throw the the third installment of Stussy's J. Dilla documentary:

Stussy - J Dilla Documentary Prt3 (of 3) from Stussy on Vimeo.

February Full of Fire Part 2: Video Edition

Barring a colossal last week of the month, I'd say I blew my load too early in proclaiming that February was going to a full month of heat rocks. Almost in the same vein as thinking my Tar Heels were going to make it to The Tournament next month. At the rate the Heels are going, we'll be lucky if we get invited to the fucking NIT.
However, the good people over at Stussy (click here to peep game-- they should be reopening today...) have decided to lace us with a three part documentary on the late great J Dilla (see the 'A Day Late for Dilla Post' from earlier this month if you are truly that far removed from this thing called hip hop)



Part three has yet to drop, but while you wait, you should cop some knowledge from parts one and two and marinate on what Dilla's significance in Hip Hop is.
Shouts to Passion of the Weiss for putting your boy onto this documentary. And props to Stussy for the project.
RIP J Dee!

Part One:


Part Two:

T.R.O.Y.

They Reminisce Over You Lamont Coleman a/k/a The Big L (05.30.1974-02.15.1999)


Eleven years ago to the day, Big L, the "Flamboyant Records, C to the E.O.", was shot nine times (no Curtis Jackson) and died in Harlem, New York. For those not familiar Big L's music, it is the belief of many hip-hop enthusiasts, still.grimey contributors yung.geezy and JAM included, that had he not been gunned down that fateful day in Harlem, Lamont Coleman would have been one of the most prominent mcs in the game today. Big L was allegedly set to sign with Jay-Z's Roc-a-Fella records, but was murdered the week before negotiations were to be finalized with signatures. Below is a video of a freestyle between Lamont Coleman and one Shawn Carter, take a listen and figure out who you think is better.

Rest In Peace and Put It On, Big L

Sundays are for Dirt.

If you and your friends are anything like me and my friends, you spend your weekends getting white boy wasted and generally staying on the party tip, as pictured below.

While this is fun, the day after is typically less enjoyable from the night before. And when you're shlumpin around the house on your weekends, doing a whole lot of nothing except recouping your losses, well this is what we like to call dirt. What I'm getting at is by the time it's Sunday, the majority of the collegiate populous, or at least the portion that I can relate to, is hurting. And while you're boy can often be found thugging it out, when I'm hung over I'm inclined to listen to Neil Young over Young Money (actually, that's always, but fuck it). And when you're shlumpin around the house on your weekends, doing a whole lot of nothing except recouping your losses, well this is what we like to call dirt.
What follows the jump is a little somethin-somethin that I've comprised for my hung over compatriots. Best listened to with a blunt, a cup of coffee, and a cold glass of filtered water.
Feel better my friends.

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A February Full of Fire (part one?)

Halfway through the shortest month of the year, I have accumulated a lot of heat rocks. While not all of the songs are "good" by hip-hop elitist standards, I'll be got damned if you aren't singing "Reverse Cowgirl" or "All I Do is Win" in your idle time. The question in the title of the post is derived from my wavering optimism that the second half of the month will produce the quality (and quantity) of good music that was yielded from the first part of February.
Track list and link after the Jump.


Enjoy.
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A Day Late for Dilla.

Four years ago yesterday, February 11th, the late great James Yancey, b/k/a J Dilla a/k/a Jay Dee passed away. Your friends at still.grimey would like to take this time to thank "your favorite producer's favorite producer" for the fantastic contribution he made to music , and take a moment to observe his memory.
Your boy yung.geezy will be bumping Donuts while studying for the calc midterm I have tomorrow.
And for those of you who ain't know about Dilla, I suggest you up your knowledge and get your research going.

Rest in Peace Mr. Yancey.

Poor Gudda Gudda.

Literally. The Young Money MC, pictured above, is [allegedly] out twenty gs on yesterday's Super Bowl XLIV. In an MTV story Gudda, a New Orleans native, claimed "I been rockin with the Colts for years. I got twenty racks on the Colts." Sports karma is a bitch. Gudda Gudda is just another example as to why its bad business to bet against your home team.

The Who? The Fuck?

So out of no where, The Who wound up with the halftime spot for Super Bowl XLIV... and killed it. Their light show, which was reminiscent of J Lo's "Waiting for Tonight" music video, was absolutely phenomenal. Pete Townshend and Robert Daltrey sounded great belting out "Baba O'Riley". What was not so great, however, was that Pete had left his shirt unbuttoned at the bottom, letting us see the middle aged wasteland that his stomach has become. Which was not very enjoyable to watch jiggle, and subsequently leads one to believe that Pete has not been fighting for his meals.


Hit the Jump for more Super Bowl Coverage as well as part of The Who's performance.
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