Chronic 2001 somehow worms its way into people's cd collections without them intending it to....it was in a random cd case behind the correct cd in my boyfriend's collection and i got a free copy at work today when someone accidentally bought back a copy of the original Chronic and 2001 was the disc in it, discovered by me later.
i am still of the opinion that it is the last great mainstream rap album, marking the end of an era. Eminem, you fell so far, i need to dig out my old copy of the Slim Shady LP.
though if Lupe Fiasco is considered mainstream these days, The Cool is one of the best albums of 2007. fucking amazing. so much darker than Food & Liquor, though it's based on the darkest song from that album. absolutely recommended to anyone, whether they're into hiphop or not.
current favorites? Roy Orbison's Lonely and Blue, Lupe Fiasco's The Cool, Serj Tankian's Elect the Dead, Jolie Holland's Springtime Can Kill You. motherfucking diversity, bitches.
i have a tortoise now, his name is Bowser. he's rad and he loves broccoli and lives in a Rubbermaid container filled with dirt and rocks, and sleeps in a bucket (sometimes). he keeps me company and doesn't mind when i stroke his cute little head.
i've decided to go to art school in New York, but not for over a year. got to stick my job out for a while (i gave myself 2 years at promotion to figure out what i REALLY want to do). it's art, it turns out. creating is bliss. i bought a sketchbook to force myself to draw more. the boyfriend is up for the eventual move - design jobs are infinitely more plentiful there than up here in the middle of nowhere, and we both have good friends in the city. looking forward to a nice (hopefully weeklong) vacation there in the spring or summer. maybe i'll follow my fifth grade dream of becoming a tattoo artist. so, i've got a year or so to get an actual portfolio together and then i can start applying. i have a friend who's at an art college and can give me pointers on things i'm clueless about, like, say, applying in general.
work is bullshit currently, but that's management - having an assistant manager appointed for you is fucking retarded, especially if he's from the area you have the least respect for. i have to cut the hours of employees i adore who bring a lot into the store and work their asses off to accommodate his required 40 hours, and all he does is whine and bitch his whole shift. i should not have to tell my assistant that screamo is not appropriate at 11 in the morning and that price stickers need to be straight as opposed to diagonal in the middle of the cd/dvd. someone i'm close to got screwed out of that position because he's been with the company longer.
this was hard to type, as my friend gave me a nice glass and a bottle of my favorite cheap booze (green apple Smirnoff) for secret Santa at work. at least half of the presents exchanged were bad habit-enabling - liquor, chewing tobacco, coffee, etc. we all really know each other's vices.
i am still of the opinion that it is the last great mainstream rap album, marking the end of an era. Eminem, you fell so far, i need to dig out my old copy of the Slim Shady LP.
though if Lupe Fiasco is considered mainstream these days, The Cool is one of the best albums of 2007. fucking amazing. so much darker than Food & Liquor, though it's based on the darkest song from that album. absolutely recommended to anyone, whether they're into hiphop or not.
current favorites? Roy Orbison's Lonely and Blue, Lupe Fiasco's The Cool, Serj Tankian's Elect the Dead, Jolie Holland's Springtime Can Kill You. motherfucking diversity, bitches.
i have a tortoise now, his name is Bowser. he's rad and he loves broccoli and lives in a Rubbermaid container filled with dirt and rocks, and sleeps in a bucket (sometimes). he keeps me company and doesn't mind when i stroke his cute little head.
i've decided to go to art school in New York, but not for over a year. got to stick my job out for a while (i gave myself 2 years at promotion to figure out what i REALLY want to do). it's art, it turns out. creating is bliss. i bought a sketchbook to force myself to draw more. the boyfriend is up for the eventual move - design jobs are infinitely more plentiful there than up here in the middle of nowhere, and we both have good friends in the city. looking forward to a nice (hopefully weeklong) vacation there in the spring or summer. maybe i'll follow my fifth grade dream of becoming a tattoo artist. so, i've got a year or so to get an actual portfolio together and then i can start applying. i have a friend who's at an art college and can give me pointers on things i'm clueless about, like, say, applying in general.
work is bullshit currently, but that's management - having an assistant manager appointed for you is fucking retarded, especially if he's from the area you have the least respect for. i have to cut the hours of employees i adore who bring a lot into the store and work their asses off to accommodate his required 40 hours, and all he does is whine and bitch his whole shift. i should not have to tell my assistant that screamo is not appropriate at 11 in the morning and that price stickers need to be straight as opposed to diagonal in the middle of the cd/dvd. someone i'm close to got screwed out of that position because he's been with the company longer.
this was hard to type, as my friend gave me a nice glass and a bottle of my favorite cheap booze (green apple Smirnoff) for secret Santa at work. at least half of the presents exchanged were bad habit-enabling - liquor, chewing tobacco, coffee, etc. we all really know each other's vices.
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congrats on getting a record play, amy winehouse is a great place to start. hopefully you can build your collection from used records from work?
i'll have to check that lupe fiasco out tomorrow at work, thanks for the tip. i kinda liked the last one but wasn't smitten by it.
oh, if you really want that Harold & Maude vinyl, you can order it here!
have a great '08!