Zombie In A Penguin Suit

Slow news day. Peace to Uncle Lewis for the assist.

The Karate Kid Chronicles Vol. 4

...One after the other. Lets go.

Well, it seems that its not just me that has an affinity for the Karate Kid.... Go check out Low Budget's Kaimbr on bandcamp for his new(ish) project 'Mr Miyagi', an instrumental album taking both music and inspiration from the first 3 Karate Kid flicks (but thankfully not the 4th, which is absolute horse shit, or the equally appalling recent remake).

http://kaimbr.bandcamp.com/



I smell a little side project coming up. Stay tuned.

The Karate Kid Chronicles Vol. 3

Ok, so if you hadn't noticed by now, I've got somewhat of an affinity for The Karate Kid (the film, that is, of course). I think this is mainly attributable to the fact that it is one of very few films that I saw as a youngster that has actually maintained its appeal into my adult years, unlike so many others (the original Adam West Batman flick, for example). As a child the film inspired me to take up Karate myself (due in no small part to the 'You're The Best' montage at the end tournament and the now legendary yet totally unfeasible crane kick), until I had my ass royally kicked a good few weeks in a row (see here for details). As an adult, it is the music, scenery and script that now hold the most interest for me... I mean, people actually came up with the concept of Mr Miyagi and the riddle filled wisdom he spouts at LaRusso; Bill Conti murks the score (panpipes included) and its just one of those flicks that I can happily go back to over and over again that inspires me to go out and crane kick kids in their early 20's dressed in skinny jeans and snapbacks.

Anyway, as coincidence would have it, youtube suggested the following video for me, and what was I to find but the director himself, John G Avildsen, had uploaded the entire film in its original form, i.e. the rehearsal tapes that were made before principal photography began, deleted scenes and all. This may not interest many, or indeed any of you, but I am an absolute fucking geek for this shit so it interested me, and thats what matters. Here follows the first part of 12 in all; the other 11 are easily locatable once you've watched this, should you feel the need. Observe and enjoy.

The Karate Kid Chronicles Vol. 2

John Kreese. Everybody hated this dude, without exception. When I was a kid I thought he was the embodiment of pure evil, not only because he encouraged the Cobra Kai students to be absolute pricks at any and every given opportunity, but because as a very young man he scared the shit out of me. As Mr Miyagi said himself - "No such thing as bad student, only bad teacher. Teacher say, student do." Sounds like my first driving instructor, although that’s a different story entirely. I still hate both of them, but probably Kreese just a little bit more.



Anyway, from day dot it became plainly obvious to me that there was nothing worse in this world than a bad Karate teacher. Luckily, my Karate teacher was not an inherently evil, psychologically imbalanced sociopath, so I was safe , but it is a shame to say that not all of us were so fortunate. An unjust, hilarious shame.



Take my boy Birdseye for example. He recently got married and this particular story formed part of my best man's speech at the wedding reception. At the tender age of 14 he began his Karate schooling under the watchful eye of one 'Sensei' Richard Millen at the Millen Kai Dojo, spurred on by a fascination with 'the way of the open hand' and, as is usually the case, the urge to become a super badass chop socky dude, contrary to all of the rules and policies involved in taking Karate seriously. However, after a period of two years intensive study, it must have been quite obvious that Birdseye was more than dedicated to the art, attending the dojo 3 or 4 times a week and sometimes more in an effort to become an unstoppable killing machine/master of mind, body and spirit.



Having amassed a number of impressive accolades over the years, including both regional and national Karate championship competition wins to help solidify his position and standing as a black belt master of the art, it is somewhat bizarre that some of Sensei Millen's dubious teaching techniques did not warrant a number of raised eyebrows from both the students and, in many cases, the parents of the students who attended the dojo on a weekly basis.



One of these methods, as I have been told, involved Sensei Millen picking a student at random who was subsequently blindfolded and then made to stand in the centre of a ring of other students. Once in place, the circle of students were then instructed to attack the blindfolded student at random and without warning, with Sifu instructing the blindfoldee to use their natural instinct and chi energy to deflect the attacks without using their sight. Imagine Luke in Star Wars Episode IV trying to deflect the laser blasts from the remote droid on the Millennium Falcon with the blast shield on his helmet down, then multiply the remote droid by 7 or 8 and you begin to get the picture. You then multiply this technique by X amount of days, adding in any other amount of bizarre 'training techniques' and then spread the entire experience over 2 years. Sounds pretty fucking bizarre, doesn't it?



Fast forward to age 16 and in a conscientious effort to ace his GCSE's, young padawan Birdseye decides to take a break from his gruelling schedule at the dojo to focus on his studies. Then, fast forward again another 2 months or so to imagine a young, fresh-out-of-exams Birdseye rocking up to the dojo to continue his studies and emphatically "finish what he started." THEN, imagine his surprise when he finds the dojo to have been shut down. Permanently.

Funnily enough, it would later transpire that 'Sensei' Richard Millen had not, in fact, achieved any of the accolades that he had boasted of, not only including his competition wins but more critically his grading of black belt and therefore his legal and moral position to in fact teach Karate at all. Basically, Millen knew about as much about Karate as your grandmother (assuming your grandmother is not a master of Karate, of course) and had fabricated his entire back story to make money through the exploitation of unassuming and eager students. I mean, defending yourself, blindfolded, in a ring of random attackers? Maybe a lifelong Shaolin monk could do that, but even then maybe not. I'd like to know what the fuck was going through his mind and if, at any point, he felt any remorse or guilt for what he was doing.



Despite the fact that Birdseye was able laugh this whole situation off, others were not so lucky, having studied under Millen for many years before being led to believe that they really were black belts. I can't imagine how absolutely soul-crushingly devastating that realisation must have been. Needless to say, Sensei Millen was very quickly tried and subsequently convicted of committing fraud on a major (yet very unusual scale) and was consequently sent to jail, never to be heard of again. It was then his turn to experience the words 'attack' and 'ring' on a daily basis, although in a far more intrusive way.

So, its back to the wisdom of Mr Miyagi. "No such thing as bad student, only bad teacher." At least Kreese actually knew Karate.

Taye Diggs' Hairline

OK. So, a while back, Lil' Tika convinced me that it was a good idea to watch Brown Sugar starring Taye Diggs and that chick from Alien Vs Predator. I won't delve into the plot and story line of said film, all I will say about it is that in a few places there are some very poignant comments made about Hip Hop culture, which I did appreciate, but more often than not these poignant moments are drowned by typical rom-com schmultz and awful script writing. However, if you want to watch it, I will let you be the judge.

The thing that struck me most about this movie, mainly because I was mad high in anticipation of watching a flick I didn't really want to see (getting high before embarking on these experiences can often soften the blow and in some cases actually make them enjoyable) was the severity of Taye Diggs hairline (see the picture above... Im sure they've airbrushed more hair in there). The image stuck with me for some time before once again popping into my head the other night (no homo, naturally) while I was lean off that good cheese and strawberry kush mix. Anyway, in my stoned haze of self amusement, i took to twitter to voice my opinions, and here follows the fruit of my labours.

As an aside, Taye Diggs now sports a cleanly shaven head. I would like to think that I had something to do with that.

TWITTER

I just remembered how far back #TayeDiggs hairline goes. Cot dang

#TayeDiggs hairline is more fucked up than @realdrsyntax's eye sight

The Elephant Man looked at #TayeDiggs hairline and said "Wow, that shit is fucked up"

#TayeDiggs favourite #NWA track is "The Dayz Of Way Back"

#TayeDiggs makes Captain Jean Luc Picard look like Bigfoot

When considering release dates for #Detox, Dr Dre draws inspiration from #TayeDiggs hair line

One barber advertised "The #TayeDiggs" in his spot and was bankrupt within a week

Someone told #TayeDiggs to 'get his shine on'. Dude took it too literally

#TayeDiggs head looks like someone tried growing cress out of a bowling ball

I've said #TayeDiggs so many times now it has lost all meaning for me

Hey, #TayeDiggs - When Jack said "We need to go back" in #Lost he wasn't talking to the hairs on your head

When #TayeDiggs hears the words 'shape up' he literally has hairs standing up on the BACK OF HIS NECK

#TayeDiggs had his wig split in the hood and lived to tell the tale

Duncan Goodhew & Jim Kelly's hair copulated and created what you see on top of #TayeDiggs head today (or whenever his last flick dropped)

#TayeDiggs should be in a superhero movie as a villain called 'Half Head'

#TayeDiggs obviously never watched 'You Don't Mess With The Zohan'

#TayeDiggs auditioned for a part in Barbershop. No dice

Damn it, this dude actually went to the barbershop and asked for a #TayeDiggs. http://twitpic.com/5m59bi



Q : What did the casting director ask #TayeDiggs? A : "Can you say wig?"

Probably time I stop with the #TayeDiggs jokes now seeing as baldness is hereditary in my family, but then so is being a boss so whateva man

#TayeDiggs burst into tears while watching 'Hairspray'. And not the film, an actual can of hairspray being applied to real hair

The makers of 'Bend it like Beckham' are planning a sequel starring #TayeDiggs called 'Lose it like Rooney'

David Attenborough described #TayeDiggs head as "... A wasteland, similar in scope to the Australian outback...barren but for a few weeds"

Just project SAVE OUR SCHOOL onto #TayeDiggs fivehead... No need for costly canvassing campaigns, the whole world will see it

If the eyebrows are Greek and the hairline is Turkish, its a fair comparison to call #TayeDiggs head 'Cyprus'. Them 2 are NEVER making up

If #TayeDiggs hair could speak, its catchphrase would be "I'm watching your back"

#TayeDiggs gently weeps whenever he hears the 'Soul Glo' music on Coming To America

Soldiers have been advised that instead of yelling "Retreat!" when leaving combat that they are now to yell "#TayeDiggs hairline!!!" instead

If anyone wass to accidentally or purposefully push you backwards, from this point on you should say "Quit Taye Diggsin' me" #TayeDiggs

"Its easy to see when you look at me, if you look closely, Fifty don't #TAYEDIGGS"

My car has 6 gears. One, two, three, four, five and #TayeDiggs

I think the last one was my favourite. RIP Taye Diggs hair.

This Is Fucked

Foot age taken by Lady Jay after the Pete Rock/Smif N Wessun LP launch, I believe last night. Fucking shocking. Not long before the guns start coming out.

Who watches the Watchmen?

Hobo With A Shotgun

You should see this flick, but it really is not for the faint of heart. The trailer makes it look pretty tame.

Thats What Eye See #12 - Spike Lee's Bin

Great film. Great bin.



As an added bonus, here's the classic scene where Buggin Out gets his new Jordan 4's fucked up by Larry Bird.

The Karate Kid Chronicles Vol.1.1 - Cornish Cobra Kai - *WITH NEW EPILOGUE!!*

When the original (and therefore the best - I'll give you my opinions on the remake at a later date) Karate Kid dropped in 1984 I, like millions of other children and teenagers around the world literally lost my shit (although, obviously, I saw the film in around '86 or so when I was just about old enough to vaguely understand life, in the most simplistic way, of course). At the time it was the single greatest movie I had ever seen and it led me, undoubtedly like millions of other children and teenagers around the world, to demand my mother send me to karate lessons lest I start crane kicking the shit out of every single person and easily breakable object in my proximity. Luckily for me, there was a weekly class held just down the road from my gaff that my friend had already previously joined a week or so earlier, having smashed his parents with an identical form of nagging/complaining/whining.



Unfortunately (as it later transpired), I took to the classes like a duck to water and quickly advanced to a yellow
belt, proving myself as superior to every other kid in my age and belt bracket. 'Why is that so unfortunate, Dave?' I hear u say. Well, due to my accelerated proficiency at the practice of the way of the open hand I was deemed as being skilful enough to start sparring with dudes a couple years older and a couple of grades more qualified than I. This promotion not only included being dropped in way over my childish Daniel-San-esque expectations of car waxing and yard work but also led to a switch up from light to full (& heavy) body contact sparring, the only saving grace being that my pretty face was out of bounds to any enquiring fists and feet.



The problem was that the rest of my body was fair game. After 4 or 5 weeks of getting my ass whipped up and down the karate club combined with the initial euphoria that the film had introduced to my then fresh and pre-pessimistic mind becoming a distant memory (VHS rentals were not a daily occurrence), I went home with my proverbial dick in my hand and a hi tek halfway up my ass and kindly requested that I not have to go back again. Ever. My mother obliged, begrudgingly.

BASTARDS


In all honesty though, Jonny Lawrence and the rest of the Cobra Kai dudes scared the shit out of me when I was a kid. If you remember correctly, they didn't just bully Daniel Larusso, there are two specific points in the film where they essentially attempt to murder him (chucking him off the bike, beating the living shit out of him on Halloween before Miyagi comes to the rescue). Without sounding melodramatic, I kind of related to the character of Larusso, me being an obvious ethnic addition to an otherwise white-and-blonde landscape of spoilt, rich bullies (some, not all, obviously).




Of course, without delving too deeply into the whys and wherefores of my childhood, the bullying I dealt with occurred throughout my teens, but having not retained any of my Karate training it was mainly ended either by my mates (of which Daniel San had none) or by my own erratic haymakers and dump tackles. As I grew older, they became drunken haymakers and rugby tackles, which seem to be all the more effective. Basically, if you're going to get bullied, make sure that you and your assailant are both shit faced drunk and everything hurts a little less for both parties. Its lucky Miyagi didn't follow my advice, otherwise Daniel San would have ended up with a mean sake addiction. Just saying.

Badge and John Lawrence action figure courtesy of THE PIRANHA TANK™ (Cheers Dad)






VOLUME 2 OF THE KARATE KID CHRONICLES COMING SOON

VERSION 1.1 - BUCKY'S EPILOGUE



A good friend of mine, from Cornwall, had this to say on the matter -

"I remember trying out the Krane kick on a kid called Kevin Williams when I lived in Gibraltar, I didn’t like him, and I did it without warning. The poor guy had an asthma attack and his mum banned our family from the local grocery store. My p’s never let me go to any type of martial art class after that incident. Incidentally, Kevin was sent to the Gibraltar Karate club by his Mum, and after three years of Miyagi-style training, he managed to obtain a black belt and then he used his skills to punch my tooth through my lip in a playground incident. Fair play to him really."

Aaaaaahahahaha. It's the chronicles, baby.

It's no coincidence.......

....... That Nic Cage rhymes with Big Dave. Here follows a short montage of some of the things I did last night.

More Sheen Goodness

Head right HERE to have some fun getting in the mind of the one and only living legend, Chucky Shine.

His brain is made of gold. GOLD, I tell you.

I Saw This Movie Tonight

It was FUCKING DOPE.

Go and watch it, see what you think. I really, really enjoyed it.

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Charlie Sheen = HERO

Charlie Sheen is an absolute, bonafide, 100% LEGEND. That is an undeniable fact. The man is basically Robert De Niro but more fun. He's starred in some of the most hard hitting, thought provoking and dramatic movies ever made (putting in hardcore performances) as well as starring in some of the most ridiculous comedy flicks out there AND covering all the ground in between. You can take this as a salute to the man from me, not only for his outrageously under-appreciated acting skills and the fact he's starred in some of my favourite flicks EVER but also because of his bad boy, party animal lifestyle that he continues to pursue to this day despite the fact that he's well into his 40's.

Young Guns. Cracking.


Cameo in Ferris Bueller's Day Off. Legendary.


Of course, the God Body Sheen has been hitting the headlines recently for all of the 'wrong' reasons, namely his massive alcohol and drug abuse issues and his continuing rock star behaviour, i.e. trashing hotel rooms, firing guns and having three ways with porn stars (he tapped Heather Hunter back in the day - WOW). He obviously has issues and its good to see when anyone with problems recognises the fact and takes steps to get themselves back on track, but god damn it if Charlie Sheen ain't living the American Dream. Plus, regardless of all this, his net worth is apparently around the $85 million mark and probably still rising. WOW.

Platoon. Bad (Good).


Hotshots 1 & 2. Leslie Nielson's (RIP) adopted son. Massive.


And you know you've made it big time when someone out there makes an action figure of you. It's always been my dream that some company out there will make the BIG DAVE action figure some day and I'm going to cling to that hope until the day I'm ghost. I wonder if he even knows this exists.



Now, despite the tragic nature of his various problems, Sheen's popularity has, in some sort of sick way, been exponentially growing since he's been back in the papers for smashing porn chicks, sniffing rails and blazing heaters. I must admit that I have a new found respect for the man, despite all of the obvious contradictions in play. One result of his re-branding and subsequent surge in popularity has been the 'Live The Sheen Dream' website, which I urge you to visit. Click on Charlie's face and you will be presented with an endless tirade of his priceless quotations from recent times, including the claim that he has 'tiger blood pumping through his veins' and that he was born 'with the DNA of an adonis'. You couldnt make this shit up.

For example - "Good luck on your travels. You're going to need it. Badly."

http://www.livethesheendream.com/



Oh, and peace to my man The Ruby Kid who had this to say on Twitter earlier -

"I want @Enlish to become UK hip hop's @charliesheen. Whaddaya say, Big Dave? Up for it?"

What can I say? The man knows quality work when he sees it. From now on I will be officially known as Enlish AKA Big Dave LO, 'The Charlie Sheen Of The UK Scene'. Its a done deal. In case you hadn't noticed, I'm no slouch on the party scene (minus the porn stars, of course). Plus I'm still in my 20's, so If Big Chuck is 46 and still getting it in, I still got time to play the game.

On a lighter note, here's some of my favourite Sheen flicks that if you haven't seen, you must see.

Ferris Bueller's Day Off, Platoon, Wall Street, Young Guns, Men At Work, Navy Seals, The Rookie, Hot Shots, Hot Shots Part Deux and National Lampoon's Loaded Weapon 1 to name but a very, very small selection. Platoon is so gully.

Charlie Sheen, I salute you. Get well soon, but not too well. Holla at me, I need you to host the mixtape patna.

Impulse Buying...Beware The Dark Side

Impulse buying. We've all done it. When I was younger I literally couldn't hold on to money; it had to be spent, and 99% of the time I regretted it immediately. This youthful foolhardiness that I applied to nearly every transaction I made in my teenage years was thankfully brought under control in my early twenties, but to an extreme. Due to the fact that I had previously so freely spent money on things that I neither wanted nor needed, I restricted myself to a position where I denied myself the permission to purchase virtually anything, regardless of whether it was needed or not. For example, there were weeks on end where I would go without any food at all ( a slight exaggeration).



Thankfully, in my new found state of economic awareness and brand new self-control abilities, I am now able to mix the practicalities of frugalness with the occasional flutter of a seasoned high street spender. This enables me to stay looking fly, get most of the shit I want but still have cash in the bank that doesn't roast my leg on some third degree burn shit. It really is a test of self control in my particular case; being constantly tempted by material goods, Jordans, Polo, New Era Fitteds, retro 80's action figures and of course more instantly available and gratifying purchases such as alcoholic drinks and various other forms of ingestable intoxicants (truth be told, I'm a little less restrained when it comes to the latter).



Anyway. My overall point is that despite my apparent ability to restrain myself when considering making potentially completely unnecessary purchases, even I am only human and liable to slip from time to time. Every so often I will go out, get drunk, come home and find myself still drinking and/or smoking with nobody to join me and no hint of bed time approaching. It is usually at these intoxicant induced times of momentary insanity that I inevitably gravitate towards the internet, having decided (after spending a wad of cash on alcohol and weed) that 'there will always be more money, you can't take it with you when you go' and the classic spender's justification, 'that's what it's there for'.

Cue The Internet. Ebay, whatever. I don't know about you lot but sometimes I wake up, open my computer only to find that I spent the couple of hours before I passed out bidding erratically on a bunch of things (usually Polo) that I neither want nor need, consequently spending the remainder of the time that the auction is running for praying that someone will outbid me, all the while still trying to find a way that I can justify the purchase and explain to Lil' Tika that another package will shortly be arriving in the post. Difficult times for a capitalist pig like me.

My point is, the last time I made an irrational impulse purchase on the internet whilst under the influence, this is what arrived in the post a couple of weeks later :

THE SEAN PRICE FITTED CAP



Now, I am a massive fan of Sean Price (a good reason as to why he appears on my LP, dropping soon) but this is a step too far. I immediately regretted my decision the morning after and have only worn the hat in public once; on that one occasion, I had two unrelated strangers ask me at different times if my "name was Sean Price". I haven't worn it since as a result, although it remains in my collection as a testament to my stannishness/drunken retail stupidity. The worst thing is that I had the choice between this fit and a standard Duck Down Records joint, and I chose this one. Idiot.

It has become my official 'house fit', in that I only wear it in and around the crib, always changing lids before stepping out into public to avoid any bizarre looks. I wouldn't even wear it to a Sean Price show. I can hear the whispers now.

"Wow, look at him, he must be a reallly big fan". I know this because I have scrutinised other people in the same vein myself. How very Ironic.

So, the moral of the story is, in short, don't go shopping when you're drunk. Or, don't let me go shopping when I'm drunk. It can only lead to shame and anger, which will all inevitably lead you further down the path of retail regret and your consequent, unstoppable seduction by the dark side of The Force. You have been warned.

.....YOU AINT GOT SHIT TO DO!!!!! (Apart From Watch The Cartoon At The End)

Friday. How can you NOT love this flick (actually, if you don't/never used to get high, I could possibly understand, but still)? It dropped in 1995, when I was 13, and had just picked up the (weed) pipe. I've barely put it down since. Chances are, at least I'd like to think, that most of you reading this have seen the flick so therefore there is absolutely no point in me going into any detail as far as the plot.



Needless to say, if you haven't seen it, and, more importantly, if you haven't seen it and you're a smoker then cancel all of your plans, grab a copy any which way you can, roll up and watch it NOW. You don't know who you messin' with baby! It's smoke dog baby!



The soundtrack is also excellent, the main reason being that it introduced my THC addled teenage mind to the works of both Rick James and Roger Troutman (double RIP), both absolute musical geniuses and legends in their own right. Go cop that.

Anyway, we all know about Friday, or at least we all should know about Friday. One thing I DIDN'T know, and this was something that my Wiz, Lil' Tika, put me up on is that at some point in the past there was an animated TV series of Friday made, and from what I've seen, its actually quite amusing.

Here follows an excerpt from episode one of season two, The Notorious T.R.E.E. Craig and Smokey notice a likeness of Biggy (RIP) on a tree in Craigs back yard and it causes a stir in the neighborhood. It's actually quite amusing and well written in parts, stacked with references that only heads could appreciate. Unfortunately the availability of episodes on the net seems to be pretty limited but if you enjoy it and you search hard enough you may be able to find some more. Peep.



As an aside, what in the fuck happened to Chris Tucker? He did the Rush Hour joints and then seemed to drop off the map completely. Not that I'm particularly bothered of course, but you know, I'm just saying. He should make a comeback as Smokey. That's probably where he went wrong, in fact; renouncing weed somoking in order to become a wholesome family entertainer. What a berk.

RIP Smokey.

The Come Down

I'm still suffering from the after effects of performing at rave in Bristol on Saturday night with Stig Of The Dump, DJ Manipulate, Jam Baxter, Dirty Dike, London Zoo and the special guest Big Leaf Dog. I know I promised a 'Team Hate Road Trip Memory' but theres a couple of problems with that....firstly I'm in no fit state to do anything right now due to feeling like Chris Walken in The Deer Hunter (see above) and B) Some spineless piece of shit jacked my camera and ran on Saturday night (see? My life IS real). Luckily, all of the photos on there have been backed up apart from the ones taken that night. Truth be told, I don't really care about the camera as it is a simple, replaceable possession. The photographs however are NOT replaceable so if by any MIRACLE the person out there who very bravely stole my shit reads this, get me the memory card back at least, if not the camera as well. Truth being told, I'd like to make this exchange in person so I could pay you back by slapping the fucking taste out of your mouth before breaking whatever is left of your wretched, virtually non existent spine.

Anyway. It could be karmic retribution. Maybe. But I can't be talking all that deep shit right now.

I will soon be regaling you good people with other stories though, along with all the other shit that I normally talk, so stay tuned.

Thank you constant reader. 1

I am Hungoverrrrr

At The Telly. The Overlook Telly.

I've been going out of my fucking mind for the last hour or so looking into all this PRS and digital distribution stuff in order to put my LP out. I'm literally going mad. I have to get the hell off of my laptop, soon, otherwise something bad is going to happen.

I'm not joking. I might just flip out and go Jack Torrance on somebody. It's not impossible.











I fucking love The Shining. The book and the movie. Unfortunately, Stephen King did not agree with Stanley Kubrick's epic vision of his own masterpiece and decided to take it upon himself to re-make it as a 3 part TV series (or something). Needless to say it was a bag of hot dog egg (not that I have actually seen it, I just assume its the same as every other movie that Stephen King has put his name on.... shit). Book is dope. Movie is dooooope; music, atmosphere, acting, camera shots, the whole 9. Go watch it.

I'll be dropping a single off of the 'Rap Ain't Real' LP entitled 'Brain Basher' pretty soon. Produced by Scizzahz. You'll see how much The Shining has influenced our sensibilities. Watch out for that.



The other single great thing about this movie is the fact that there is a scene where you actually see Kanye West giving one of his groupies a blowjob in a side room. Apparently they were doing 'The College Dropout' LP photo shoot in the same hotel and at the same time as this film was made and decided to leave it in there for posterity. RIP Stanley Kubrick. What a legend.