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It’s Friday. The sun is shining. New Wu has been released. Life is good, right? Since we were just on the subject of New York Hip Hop, I’m posting this. This weekend tune is brought to you by cold beers and fucks not being given. Fire it on at give it a listen. (I’ve not listened to it yet so it may be shit. Some things are often better left in the past *cough* Daft Punk *cough*)
Here’s some cool stuff about hip hop, gentrification and what not. It’s the New York Times so the writing and whatnot will be pretty legit. A gargantuan intellectual step up from the titbits of information and links we provide on here. I like to think of this little place as the internet’s filter for things which don’t suck. Anyway, this article explores the transformation of the hoods which were immortalised in 90s NY Hip Hop songs to what they look like today. It is a marked change; one which many New Yorkers would argue typifies the eradication of character which existed in the halcyon Pre Giuliani days.
This came out this week. I went and watched it. Here’s my thoughts.
I didn’t think a soundtrack could ruin a movie, but it did. Generally, soundtracks are meant to compliment a film, but for the most part remain unnoticed. Gatsby, however, spent the first half of the story being an in your face smorgasbord of pop culture laden wank. By the third Jay Z song in the first half hour of this 1920s set movie, I was ready to up and leave. I’ve generally got no problem with films being reinterpreted from a contemporary viewpoint, but at least do it with a bit of subtlety. The song choice for the first half of the movie completely threw me off, they were two contradictory vibes. No body is trying to hear Lana Del Fucking Ray for 3 minutes solid for absolutely no reason other than marketing.
The soundtrack ruined what could have been a half decent hungover Sunday film. Sorry that I felt I had to share this rant with you, but I hope it acts as a half-decent heads up.
I’m blogging from my back garden ’cause its sunny. I don’t think I’ve done this in over a year. You know what I’m wearing on my feet to celebrate this glorious day before it starts raining again tomorrow? Veras. My feet have never been so un-sweaty. These artisan-crafted mesh espadrilles piss all over any sports brand when it comes to foot cooling systems. And why is that important? Because no girl is trying to get with a guy who has smelly feet, buddy. It’s also been scientifically proven that they judge you on your footwear (I think I just made that up), so you might want to rethink your summer wardrobe pretty quickly. It’s ok, we’ve got you on this one.
