How you doin’, my name is Louis
First of all, I make stupid music for losers
and beer
abusers
Screwups and human sewers.
Think back to the olden days of 2002. Youremember surfing the New
Joints on HipHopSite—at like 56 KB/s mind you—and hearing
that Lauryn Hill–loopded (I use a word that don’t mean
nuttin’!) joint by indie-rap supercrew Demigodz? Yeah,
“Don’t You Even Go There” was my jam, and of course started out with
some nice bars from ya boy Louis Logic, who went on to release
the critically acclaimed Sin-A-Matic among other projects. Some
local rap fans, however, may know him best as the unruly guest on
the Let Go‘s highbrow “Party Crashers” (check for that video),
so it’s only right that Logic, the Let Go, and Tulsi are all
hitting the road on the Bar Hunt Tour this month, kicking it off
Thursday, May 7, at High Dive with Waves of the Mind. Safe
travels, gents!
On Saturday, May 9, get nice with Abstract Rude, who’s
hitting Nectar with his boys from Project Blowed and Haiku
d’etat—former Freestyle Fellowship mates
Aceyalone and Myka 9. The “Mike, Aaron & Eddie Tour”
is celebrating 15 years steady of Project Blowed—damn, I can’t
think of the last time Myka 9 must have been up here; for as many
Blowed/Fellowship heads as I’ve known out here who relentlessly stan
for his signature Coltrane-cadenced schemes, the spot better be packed!
Rude himself is finally getting to release his long-awaited
album-length collaboration with the G.O.D. Vitamin D,
Rejuvenation (not, mind you, the upcoming D.Black record
of the same name). “Right at the Pharmacy, recorded at home normally/Of
course I’m honored and fortunate to come work with the homie…” Even
if you’re somehow not an Ab Rude fan, you gotta fuck with a whole album
of Vita joints—you can peep the title track from the LP at
www.rhymesayers.com.
Somebody just passed me a CD with a nice handmade block-print cover
from All Flags Burn; it didn’t work at first (it does now), but
I was curious enough that I utilized my renowned internets skills to
find their MySpace page, where I discovered a trove of music by the
group, which consists of Phreewil (Mind
Movers/Sleepwalkers) with Insult2Injury‘s Leland
Jones and Zac Hendrix (also known as Del the Funky
Homosapien‘s DJ). It’s hiphop fully of the dusty variety—both
in the warm, nose-tickling vinyl grooves and the delirium and psychosis
that’s said to follow PCP use; the rhymes are well delivered, sharp but
still spacey enough to not clash with the constellation funk beats.
(Check ’em at www.myspace/allflags.) Vibewise, it evokes a lot of
Seattle underground stuff I’ve heard in the past, except the quality
and the composition veer away from the slapdash, and it’s plenty weird
enough to hold my attention. And I’m all for getting fucking
weird—let’s do this. 