7.3.10
8.1.10
FAREWELL...FOR A BIT ANYWAY
So My Fucking Redundancy will be taking a little break from the interwebz and returning with a brand spanking new overhauled lookie. You may have noticed it's been a little slow to load and generally fucked so it'll shortly be going down and looking as dead as a Dodo for a hot minute, coupla months tops I'm hoping.
While it's being pampered and preened I also decided for my New Years resolution to take a break from exposing myself and frantically attention seeking on social networking sites until the new site is up. I was thinking of all my biggest vices and wasn't willing to give up hard liquor, nailz, spending beyond my means, propositioning men that aren't interested, temper tantrums or extensive fried chicken consumption. I don't want to be communicating with all my friends solely by Twitter DMs or ROFLing at peoples yoyoing relationship status' on Facebook. I even divorced my Blackberry last week (it's now in Regents Canal) and discovered the great art of ringing, texting and shock horror...the possibility of visiting people. I might even keep a written diary...or start a hobby?! Bingo maybe? Rapping? DJing (Filipinos, historically, make excellent turntablists) Dog-grooming? Swinging? Carpentry?
Christ...that sounded really fucking arrogant. Anyway...as always hawla here for any blog related enqs.
Jo
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ACHILLES HEEL
I will fully admit that this annoyed the shit out of me. I'm not going to harp on about the weird, cowardly internet thuggery of people getting brave and leaving John Doe comments to fill the gaping hole they obviously have in their lives...but c'mon now. I find all the ladies I know writing, promoting, taking photos, making music within this extremely insular circle of self congratulatory media wankers are either complete sociopaths or more often than not working double time to prove themselves worthy. I am whinging, but females are still fiercely under-represented within every facet of media work and a large percent of ones that are involved fill up the lowest paid positions in the industry.Anyway, a bit of an off-subject over-reaction but when I started properly approaching people for interviews, asking to do photography, writing their press, whatever, I got the definite impression that they presumed I was some desperate groupie clinging onto them hoping they'd make me popular. Thankfully I can write so I can use my vagina solely for fun as opposed to a bartering tool and gradually over time there's been less people patting me on the head and more actually taking the time to reeeeead what um sayin'. So the answer is I'm neither a groupie or an industry chick, just working and lemme tell you it's a wonderful feeling people actually paying me to write. If you had the balls to leave your name I could Fedex you some lemons to suck on.
Also, there is such a thing as male groupies you know? Lots of 'em. Just that you're not presuming they want to fuck you.
UNRELEASED DESTINY'S CHILD
Just unashamedly robbing these from PinBoard but I can't not put up some previously unreleased gems from THE BEST RNB GIRL GROUP TO EVER HAVE WALKED OUR PLANET. The Writing's On The Wall is hands down my favourite RnB album and I think it got me through the ages of 13 through to 15...fuck it, through to this day. Anyway these tracks aren't ridiculous or anything but they're from their original line-up aka the true glory days (sorry Michelle) when Beyonce looked more 'head butt you down a dark alleyway' than 'smile, tilt head, hand on hip' and they were all forced to wear her Mum's shitty homemade matchy-matchy PVC outfits. Their golden era.Life Like This by PinBoardBlog.com
Twirk by PinBoardBlog.com
31.12.09
2010 COMMANDMENTS
I hate New Years. This has nothing to do with the overwhelming bitterness of it happening to be my birthday, no suh-reee. What's to celebrate? I'm just another year closer to death and another year closer to it not being socially acceptable to cram myself into shiny leggings.
Nah, I'm fucking with you! Happy new decade everyone, thanks to everyone thats been reading...press release spammers, stalkers, lovely complimenters and sour-lifed, resentment filled anonymous commenters alike...it's, all in all, been an excellent year and I couldn't feel further away from this miserable shit. I hope y'all make stupid resolutions, laugh, cry, cry-max and generally have a boss 2010!
Jo
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Based on 2009 here are my personal rules to welcome in the new decade
HONOUR THY BLOG
Because it doesn't make you an introverted nerd that needs socialising under the mental health act to have a blog anymore.
THOU SHALT NOT INDIRECT
Social networking sites and being able to do the online equivalent of standing in a large stadium of friends, acquaintances and strangers shouting your opinion has thrown up a whole world of indirect bitching. I'm guilty of it. Then I realised 50% of people wouldn't have a fucking clue what or who I was referrrng to and the other half would be plunged into a world of hate-filled paranoia. So, I'm going back to leaving flaming paper bags of dog poop on frenemies doorsteps.
THOU SHALT NOT PANDER
Despite my nightmares about networking situations where I'd have to hard-sell myself like a QVC fem-bot and relentlessly lick sphincter, all the super opportunities in '09 came from doing squat. By squat I mean putting all my love into writing and then sheepishly offering it to the world. Like if you make a really tasty cake and people hear about the tasty cake they'll go get that cake rather than the soulless, cheap, poor quality cake that's has loads of big signs round it and special offers...or something.
THOU SHALT BUY MUSIC
I spent a lot of this year listening to either Spotify, YouTube clips on other blogs or rushed promos of rappers I'd never heard of and forgot how much of an event it was to buy music. Case and point...Clipse's Till The Casket Drops was my hands down favourite hip-hop album this year and yet I couldn't be fucked to go and buy it. Nor could anyone else apparently as its sales bombed in comparison to the excitement that surrounded the leaks. I'm sorry Malice and Pusha :( I'll be doing less stealing and more buying.
THOU SHALT HAVE SWAGGER
This is the year I make paper rather than spend imaginary Natwest owned paper on nails, liver damage and scratch-cards.
THOU SHALT EAT HUMBLE PIE
Words can't describe how profound an effect visiting The Motherland was to me. Spending time away drinking straight from a fresh coconut, swimming under a waterfall and seeing the full Fuertes fam-lay > listening to a public school educated Dappy impersonator in a Shoreditch pub talking about borrowing money from his Mum to maintain his Methylenedioxymethamphetamine binges.
REMEMBER THE DAY OF COTCHING AND KEEP IT HOLY
Because it's not all about being seen raving.
THOU SHALT NOT COVET NICKI MINAJ'S ASS
27.12.09
MADVILLAIN- SAVIOR BEANS
via PutMeOnIt
DOOOOOOOOM! Haw, haw at Stones Throw's statement...
"ATTENTION MC'S AND PRODUCERS: IF YOU WANT TO KEEP YOUR SHIT UNDER WRAPS TIL RELEASE DATE, DO NOT GIVE A COPY TO J.ROCC WHEN HE'S SCHEDULED FOR SOMETHING SUCH AS A DJ SET ON BENJI B'S SHOW ON BBC 1XTRA, WHERE HE PLAYED THIS."
Also Happy Birthday to my fellow Doom nerd...
DOOOOOOOOM! Haw, haw at Stones Throw's statement...
"ATTENTION MC'S AND PRODUCERS: IF YOU WANT TO KEEP YOUR SHIT UNDER WRAPS TIL RELEASE DATE, DO NOT GIVE A COPY TO J.ROCC WHEN HE'S SCHEDULED FOR SOMETHING SUCH AS A DJ SET ON BENJI B'S SHOW ON BBC 1XTRA, WHERE HE PLAYED THIS."
Also Happy Birthday to my fellow Doom nerd...
KHIA = FACE ONLY A MOTHER COULD LOVE
Oh Khia, you one-hit-wonder hot mess I love you and your pendulous, saggy tits, busted-crack-addled-bunny-rabbit face and no doubt gaping, cavernous wilderness of a gash; but step AWAY from the limelight it doesn't want you. Fluorescent lights don't flatter you anyway hun. Here she is desperately pawing at another chance of fame pitching for a reality TV show entitled "Anger Management"...fucking hell.21.12.09
20.12.09
WHY BNTL?
Whoooops, fellow London blog BNTL, which I usually really like, have slipped up and posted a retarded Free Snoopy and Free Maniac campaign for the grime producers who were recently locked up for 32 years between them. Don't know what they did? Maniac planned the murder of a 15 year old he'd got pregnant 'for getting in the way of his fame' and recruited Snoopy to do the dirty. She was battered round the head with a metal bar by Regents Canal and had her head held under water in attempt to finish her off. Fortunately she was saved by a passer by and went on to have a healthy baby.So, ummm, it's not exactly like they were unjustly jailed and are the music community really going to miss them that hard? Does grime really give two shits if these waste cadets get forcibly buggered in prison? Enjoy your stay under Her Majesty's roof hopes it's super funzies in there!
19.12.09
16.12.09
THE GAME FEAT BUSTA RHYMES - BREAKIN' RULES
This is fucking weak. I thought when you leak something it's supposed to be cream of the crop ish, this sends me to sleep. Wash that marker pen shit off your face too boss, jeeeez.
15.12.09
PIMP NIKE DUNKS
They're disgusting...so I love them. I heart the revolting champagne colour and gold sequins which would blatantly look shit after a couple of wears. However after splurging on two pairs of Nikes in one day, months later I'm still recovering financially...which I'm not bitter about at all. Long live my 30 quid Reeboks!
(but if anyone would like to buy me them...CLICK via trenddoll.com )
DJ BABU D/L
You know Filipino's are pretty much the bestest turntablists right?...Um sayin'. Anyway, freeness from DJ Babu's upcoming Beat Tape Vol. 2.
stolen from nahright.com
stolen from nahright.com
DJ Babu - Lil Juanito DOWNLOAD
NOISSES PODCAST
You know the drill, another mucky mix from Noisses, this time it's for my fam-lay over at Hot110. Trust me, it is very BASS heavy so may melt your ears if you're of a delicate disposition....just download it will you...CLICK
9.12.09
8.12.09
When you love someone let them go
You can't make someone love you...you can rohypnol them though...jokes! Yeah, you can't make someone love you, no matter how many home-baked muffins I Fedex to him or how hard I want to cradle Method Man to my bosom I can't make him love me and I'm never going to be an honorary member of Wu. I know this...be still my beating heart.
Have a butchers anyway, or whatever the cockney rhyming slang equivalent is for listening to this ridic late sequel
INTERLUDE - where are your stripes?
Anyone 25 plus that has nothing to show for themselves except an extremely thick skin and no definable skills is getting straight boyment from myself. Yusss?
Some media interview...
My Canadian wife did an interview for some posh magazine for people what are in the media. I think you'll agree there are some very wise words LOLz....click the image innit
1.12.09
IS HIP HOP DEAD?
Christ, I swear that is the title of every mainstream article on hip-hop...that or "Does Hip-Hop Make You Want To Shoot People and Sell Crack?". A genre can't fucking die it just evolves.
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