Heavy Rotation.

Note: the laws took down this post initially because of the downloadable file of music that I don't own, and I'd rather not have it happen again. So if I were you, I would peep the comment section, and hopefully this post (& blog, for that matter) is here when I wake up tomorrow morning. So shhhh, don't tell nobody.the laws won.

My boy Craighead says I wont listen to any music I don't find for myself, and perhaps his belief has some merit; but it's also why you're reading my blog, and not the other way around. You might find that last statement conceited, but find me a blogger who doesn't have an ego, and I'll show you a person who has no business writing on the Internets. Plus, y'all muhfuckas should be thanking your boy for slaving over the proverbial stove, in an effort to serve you fiends some audio crack.
On the other side of the jump, you'll find a zip file very informative comments section and track listing for the less fortunate of the new music community. I'm like the mother fucking internet Robin Hood, only a mother fucker didn't fight in no holy war. Anyways, in the previously mentioned file comment, you'll find a collection of tracks that I've had on constant rotation as of late. Some are old, some are new, some I don't know when they dropped, but they are all one thing for certain: HEAT ROCKS.

Craighead thinks I'm pretentious, but at least I don't wear dead animals on my head.

Now hit the jump for that cookup!

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still.grimey PSA: He is I and I am Him.

With the recent addition of a twitter account in my life (fuck with your boy), I have found myself in the midst of an internet identity crisis. Do I want to stick with the familiar yung.geezy, or move on to the bigger/faster/stronger Twitter handle of @LaGreezy? Well, I am here to announce that progress has won this one, after all, slow motion better than no motion. It just seems like it's easier to change your blogger handle than it is your Twitter handle, but maybe I'm just weird. Anyways, I just didn't want y'all hoes to get alarmed and be all "Where's geezy? and who the fuck is LaGreezy?" or "yung.geezy? oh he lazy, but this LaGreezy mother fucker, he's on point!"
Word to young Calvin Brodus, he is I and I am him. Now, whats my motha fuckin name?

Remaking a Withers Classic & For Some Strange Reason My Son Addicted to Polo

Bill Withers' senior picture.

Over the last week the omniscient, omnipresent beast known as social media has battered me with two jams I have found myself bumping with fervor.  Normally when I post the JOTW I choose the songs the day of, but as I'm feeling particularly candid I'll share what I can sincerely assure you are my personal Jams of the Week.

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This makes me so happy.

Bounce Pass + Alley-Oop = Dougie Time

AOTW: LaMarcus Aldridge

RIP Ginobili.

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Marcberg: An Endorsement

Roc Marciano supports national high speed rail initiatives and keeping it real as shit.

The last time I touched down in NYC I was banging Blue Eyes Meets Bed-Stuy, but the next time I roll through, Roc Marciano's Marcberg will be my touch-down album of choice.  Marcberg is an LP for those, yours truly included, who have a strong penchant for early nineties New York hip-hop.  It's beats are raw and relatively simple, and they're complemented by Marciano's polished flow and inventive lyrics.
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Multiple-Eurosis & JOTW

Eurodouche

In the last four months of my stay in Madrid I have been privy to a fair number of European house-parties, and just about the only thing I find offensive is their ridiculously shitty music.  Be forewarned, I am a notoriously fastidious hater when it comes to putting up with music I don't like, but in the last few years I have built up certain tolerance, and I can normally hold out until my blood alcohol level induces musical apathy.  Nevertheless, when the only thing played is David Guetta and Tiesto mixes I rapidly get fed-the-fuck-up.  At a fiesta last weekend, the other partygoers encouraged me to put on some "pahty mewsic" that I enjoy, and since I was the only American in the house I decided to go with strictly perennial classics: "Party Up"-D.M.X., "Ain't No Fun (If The Homies Can't Have None)"-Snoop Dogg featuring Krupt and Nate Dogg and "Don't Stop "Til You Get Enough"- Michael Jackson.  If you put one of these cuts on at an American party and someone complains then he/she is an asshole.

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