A Pete Rock mix of James Brown originals mixed into the rap songs that flipped the J.B. groove. Some things don’t need much explanation. And if you do need an explanation, read the Jonathan Lethem Rolling Stone profile on the Godfather of Soul, if nothing else for it’s award-winning use of “tuchis.”
Brad Beatson turns down only for freedom.  In the summer, I’m looking to push play on a playlist and let it ride. It’s too beautiful out. And I know it’s inevitable that some drunken fingertips will hijack the music at some point to play what they want to. So this is my grand attempt at […]
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Chris Daly is always frontin and maxin’, chillin in the car he spent all day waxin’ I realize the summer solstice just passed, but it’s already been a long summer. Fortunately, this isn’t my first rodeo, so I’ve got a couple of gems to share to keep things cool when it’s too damn hot otherwise. […]
Chris Daly is cold as ice yet unwilling to sacrifice. Shit gets rough in the wintertime. You don’t need me to tell you that. Unless you’re living in some unnatural environment, there’s never enough sunlight, it’s colder than a battle rapper’s baby’s mama, and god damn if even your dog doesn’t seem to be pissier […]