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Tuesday, 14 March 2006
that which brings you back to you...
Now Playing: solace...several states away from home...

"peace: it does not mean to be in a place where there is no noise, trouble, or hard work. it means to be in the midst of those things and still be calm in your heart." -unknown.

to the left of me is a pool, sunlight glistening through the ripples of the water. there is a dog named max, unbelievably loyal and persistent for grabbing attention, nudging your hand when they want to be pet. there is a cat named keisha, a sweet siberian feline with long hair, orange and white. she kills lizards in her spare time, thereby proving that it's the quiet ones you have to watch out for. there are beautiful houses on waterfront property and several beaches within close driving distance of each other. and there is my wonderful wife, 3.5 months pregnant with child, glowing and happy, away from the madness of her morning commute, if only for a week.

i feel the same. i was in the midst of media overload - email, myspace, and otherwise - that would cause heart palpitations to start. never mind the job which is taking a year off of my life for every month that i spend there.

beth and i are currently in englewood, fl visiting her aunt and uncle. perhaps the most vivid memory so far is the sunset of siesta beach, watching the sun kiss the horizon and slowly disappear while a drum circle occurs opposite the vivid colors of the sky. men, women, and children of all ages inside the circle dancing and having fun.

i'm experiencing a peace that i have not felt since my honeymoon - cancun, november of 1999. it feels good. and i don't even care that it's going to end on friday. that doesn't even matter to me. just the fact that i took a real vacation this time, not time off from the job to get chores done around the house, but time off to shut down, to detox, to not think about anything, or at other times to consider the possibilities about my life, my career, and how to make things happen for the better.

i'm happy right now. and i'm sure that monday (along with the customers and the co-workers) will do everything it can to rip the happiness away from me. so what? that's what it was designed to do. all i know is that when my feet touch down in new york state, the project to reinvent myself careerwise must commence. and in the meantime, remind myself what's good about myself and what's really important in life. this vacation is bringing all of that into focus.

don't wait for things to be perfect to reenergize: you'll be waiting forever. do it as soon and as often as you can. life is filled with parasites of many forms, all of them fighting for the chance to suck away your lifeblood first. the least you can do for yourself is to get away for a moment's peace. since the world is relentless in trying to take your joy away from you, doesn't it make sense to be just as relentless in finding ways to keep it?

news flash: that's not selfish. that's a SURVIVAL TACTIC.

"people in life who are the happiest don't have the best of everything...
they make the best of everything they have."
- quote on aunt angie's computer monitor.

Posted by macedonia at 12:09 PM EST
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Wednesday, 8 March 2006
strung out
Now Playing: monica's radio show on wfmu
Topic: rants de macedonia

homework quandary.  fall of '98.

[this rant represents the first one i wrote regarding the season of Lent and was originally published in ON THE VERGE v1.0 e-mail monthly on April 7, 1999. believe it or not, i gave up music for Lent one year. while my rules aren't nearly this strict as of late, i still continue with the idea of no music purchases between Ash Wednesday and Easter Sunday.]

strung out

Vic just shook his head in disbelief. "You have GOT to be kidding me." But my mind was mind up. This was something that I had to do for myself.

Ash Wednesday had arrived and my mom called me at work to remind me. She asked me what I was going to give up for Lent. I didn't know. When I thought about it, however, I knew what I had to do.

Some give up meat or cigarettes. Others alcohol or swearing. I knew that whatever I decided to give up had to be a real sacrifice for me. That's when it hit me: music. My strung out junkie-like addiction to music would be the very thing.

I always have music playing no matter what I'm doing, so this was going to be a challenge. And as much as I use music for therapeutic purposes, I use it as a diversion and a tool of procrastination often. One ought not to abuse music like that (or deceive themselves, for that matter). So I made up some rules to follow for six days out of the week. Sundays were the obvious exemption. Here's what I came up with:

    This excluded anything I had ordered prior to Ash Wednesday and any promotional items that I occasionally receive. I had to do this - I was buying music like I didn't have to pay rent for a while.
    The only exceptions were two parties during March that I committed to before Ash Wednesday.
    That's very little for me. Time would be extended only if I were reviewing an album for OTV or dubbing some music for a friend. This way, I'd be concentrating on someone else's wants and not my own.
Upon hearing all of this, a friend of mine scolded me. "THAT'S JUST MEAN TO DO TO YOURSELF!!" Perhaps. But I did spin two gigs and when I wasn't reviewing stuff for OTV, I did other things…like READ!!! There were books that I hadn't picked up in a while that I really got into during the Lent period.

I also got confirmation on the fact that music doesn't have to be constantly all around me. Every day brings a different soundtrack in my head. I make up techno tracks at work around the busy signals of fax machines trying to send something to Finland. And at home I got reacquainted with pieces of wax that I hadn't heard in a while, and usually ended up saying "damn, I've been sleeping on THIS?!?"

And GOD replied, "see? Why are you in such a rush to get more? RE-EXAMINE WHAT YOU HAVE."

And I did. And I am thankful.

So with that, I encourage you to dig up something you haven't heard in ages. You may hear it with a different ear this time and catch something that you haven't heard before.

"what we gonna do right here is go back…WAYBACK…back into time…"

{jason randall smith}

Posted by macedonia at 2:50 PM EST
Updated: Wednesday, 8 March 2006 2:52 PM EST
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BSOTS 015 - blends session one: house and techno
Now Playing: peace and quiet...
Topic: my podcasts

figured i'd offer up a breather in between the black history and women's herstory shows with some body movin' material. i think i may do shows like this every now and again where it's more music, less talk, and in a continous mix fashion. this time, it's electronic dance music from various corners of the world: nyc, seattle, ireland, the netherlands, taiwan, and other areas. ezekiel's contribution ("hibernate") is at least four years old now and was never actually released, but i think it's a pivotal piece in his career, one that led him to producing the type of material he currently creates for microcosm music and other labels. shades of this work actually pop up in a netlabel track called "the breeze of hibernation," which you can get here.

i also love the fact that i got permission from kranky for out hud (a kick-ass band featuring members of !!!) and from the delsin label for two of their artists. i absolutely love delsin. i think they make smart, seductive electronic dance music that never gets old. in my humble opinion, they are to the netherlands what carl craig's planet e communications label is to the united states.

and as far as jonny sonic is concerned, they're blowing my mind right now. their album hasn't dropped yet, but it's already in the running for a best of 2006 slot from me, for real. guard your grills, kids - it's about to get ill. anyway, hope you enjoy this one. let me know what you think.

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$tinkworx*whut (buy it at bleep.com)
ezekiel honig*hibernate (unreleased track)
peel seamus*artemis (buy it at bleep.com)
steffen coonan*the grooveatron
out hud*one life to leave (a requiem for a requiem) (buy it at kranky.net)
moshang*soli (get it at soundclick.com)
miguel tutera*fatal error (download the entire EP here)
jonny sonic*medicine

background music:
instruction shuttle*2ml

Posted by macedonia at 12:43 AM EST
Updated: Tuesday, 28 March 2006 5:53 PM EST
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Tuesday, 7 March 2006
Adventures in Lo-Fi...
Now Playing: office noise...
Topic: 2003 reviews (Apr.-Jun.)

time to start revisitng some of the reviews that have built up over the years. seeing as how i constantly say "welcome to camp lo-fi" during the introductions of each podcast, this album has earned a spot in my heart. check out the player below to hear selections from this album...

Adventures In Lo-Fi
Record label: BBE/Rapster
Format: 2xLP/CD/MP3
Release date: 25 March 2003

(Review originally posted to BSOTS website April of 2003)

“The Beat Generation” series has been (more often than not) one spectacular album after another, allowing producers like Jaydee, Pete Rock, Jazzy Jeff, and DJ Spinna to do what they feel. This time around, it’s King Britt’s turn to shoot the gift. Things have moved fast and furious for this former silkworm that tagged the tables for Digable Planets in the early ‘90s. The Sylk 130 project quickly made him an international sensation, producing the ‘70s tinged When The Funk Hits The Fan and the ‘80s nostalgic Re-Members Only. His latest journey is decidedly different, however, and rooted in present-day urban electronics and future soul. Adventures In Lo-Fi affirms King Britt’s understanding of the ever-changing nature of black music.

Special guests are in full force on this album - a crowded affair, but never an uncomfortable one. MCs all up in the spot, of course. Bahamadia shines lovely on “Transcend,” proving she’s still one of the smoothest in the game. Brother Britt crafts a potent beat underneath, a hip-hop/R&B hybrid that doesn’t leave a bad aftertaste. “Cobbs Creek” from Re-Members Only gets revisited on the remix tip. It was over ten years ago that Pos and Trugoy clowned on the hip-house craze with “Kicked Out The House” from their De La Soul Is Dead album. Yet here they are straight rhyming dead center underneath the disco ball, beats simmering to a midtempo house resemblance. The roller skating jam strikes again. A number of less familiar cats make their presence felt on the mic, particularly Moses Gunn (“About Face”) and Will Brodie (“Apollo Creed”). Then there’s Britt’s long-time homie Capital A trying too hard to be hard on “Caught Out (There),” but I ain’t mad at him...especially since the rhyme flow and beat structure work so well. Still, he’s more at home on “Next Plateau,” throwing out his best lines for the ladies.

Soul sisters also represent for the lo-fi ride, most notably Ivani Sanitilli on “Superstar” and Sylk 130 collaborator Alma Horton (here as Lady Alma) on “Love’s Time.” The finest moments on this album are saved for spoken word artist Rich Medina. Shades of Gil Scott-Heron can be heard in his social commentary - both “Planetary Analysis” and “A Foreigner No Longer” are phenomenal. I could mention star appearances from Dice Raw (The Roots), Madlib as Quasimodo, Cherrywine featuring Butterfly of Dig Plans fame, but I think the point’s been made. Adventures In Lo-Fi continues the high standard within “The Beat Generation” series and for producer King Britt. Sometimes a soundtrack for head nodders, sometimes dance floor friendly, sometimes sounding like the Motherland on Mars. All hail the King.


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Monday, 6 March 2006
the neverending swimsuit competition
Now Playing: Nightmares on Wax - In A Space, Outta Sound
Topic: chloe's rants

this rant was brought to you by...

[due to either lack of friends or the fact that i just didn't trust anyone (more than likely the latter), a number of contributors were conjured up in my head to make it look like more people were writing other than myself. chloe knuckles was one of them. i liked her. she had spunk. she didn't take any crap. i suppose a little bit of my wife is in her. apparently, chloe was so convincing that many people thought she was a real person, including good friends of mine. based on the strength of the rant below, a good friend wondered if it was possible to get her interviewed by Bust Magazine. perhaps i'm more of a male feminist than i like to admit to myself. this will always remain my favorite of chloe's rants. it was originally published in ON THE VERGE v2.0 e-mail monthly for March 1, 2000.]

the neverending swimsuit competition (or "who wants to be...")

I’m wearing this skimpy number that I didn’t even decide to put on. Some guy told me that he was able to hear me better when I wore it. Judges way off in the distance shake their heads and laugh at me. I’m blinded by the lights on the stage when this voice out of nowhere told us all to hoist our chests forward and giggle. I walked off the stage, put one of my high heels through the assistant producer’s forehead, and placed a shit-stained tiara on his dome. I filled up one of the prize automobiles with cash and drove off.

I’ve got a million dollars for anyone who will bring me the heads of britney spears and christina aguilera.

"what makes you feel / and why you gotta be / like you got the right / to look her up and down / what makes this world / so sick and medieval / i know you don't know..." - Beastie Boys, "Song For The Man"

no, I do not feel like smiling today. All I feel like doing is riding the train and getting to my destination. Don’t tell me to smile. Did you really think that I would just because you said to? “you’re such a beautiful lady, you should smile more…” yeah, and you should throw yourself onto the third rail, so what are you saying? Do you really want me to smile? Would that get you off? Okay then, here’s what you need to do…KEEP YOUR PIE HOLE SHUT FOR THE REMAINDER OF THIS TRAIN RIDE. You do that and I’ll flash the widest Kool-Aid grin you ever saw while dancing a ballet. Can you do that for me?

If you even knew how sexy my brain was, you would strip down to your cerebellum and expose your cerebral cortex, but no. “you’re such a beautiful lady, you should smile more…” could you be any more pathetic? What seminar did you take to learn corny-ass lines like that? I hope you’re on this train to go back there and demand a refund.

Let me guess, I’m a bitch now, right? Stuck up? Snotty? And all because I stood up for myself and told it like it is? Yeah, that figures. Just trying to be nice? The nicest thing you could’ve done was not to say anything. You being silent for a 24-hour period would be worth a million of those lines that you have at the ready.

You know, not for nothin’, but it’s crowded in here. Could you make it your personal agenda right now not to merge with my insides?

…c’mere. Sit down beside me. There’s something I gotta ask you. I just wanna know…what are you gonna do for me? I mean, are you gonna liberate us girls from MALE WHITE CORPORATE OPPRESSION? Huh? Don’t be shy…(fear of a female planet?) - Sonic Youth, “Kool Thing”

I recently came across this excerpt from an issue of Mass Transportation from 1943. The article was aimed at male supervisors and the steps they should take in order to ensure a positive environment for their female employees. I won’t go through all of them, but here are a few to give you some idea of what our mothers, grandmothers, and aunts had to put up with:

  • "Retain a physician to give each woman you hire a special physical examination - one covering female conditions. This step not only protects the property against the possibilities of lawsuit, but reveals whether the employee-to-be has any female weaknesses which would make her mentally or physically unfit for the job."
  • "Give the female employee a definite day-long schedule of duties so that they'll keep busy without bothering the management for instructions every few minutes. Numerous properties say that women make excellent workers when they have their jobs cut out for them, but that they lack initiative in finding work themselves."
  • "Give every girl an adequate number of rest periods during the day. You have to make some allowances and [she] is more efficient if she can kee her hair tidied, apply fresh lipstick, and wash her hands several times a day."
pretty insightful, eh?

“anything that you want in this world, you have to work hard for it.” It was a principle that my mother taught me a long time ago. However, judging from the success of game shows like Who Wants To Be A Millionaire, Greed, and Twenty-One, there are many who are either in denial or never learned the principle to begin with. And just when I couldn’t take anymore of the hype, I saw the ads for Who Wants To Marry A Multi-Millionaire? I was dumbfounded. Dozens upon dozens of women all lined up for the attempt to tie the knot with someone that they had never met, but who had loads of cash. Ever get the feeling that the FOX Network really gets a sick pleasure out of delivering lowest common denominator television programming? Well, some of the general public must like it that way; supposedly 28 million viewers tuned in to watch the mockery of a sacred institution. Like jrs said during our conversation about the show, “this CAN’T be the year 2000.”

“Was the title WHO WANTS TO BE A GOLD-DIGGING WHORE already taken?” - Stephanie Miller, comedienne.

Female and full is my X chromosome, no longer held in check by the madonna/whore complex set up by men. You know, either a woman’s a bitch or a queen, a saint or a slut, Lauryn Hill or Lil’ Kim. That’s too simple, too feeble-minded. Most of us are somewhere in between. This goes for everyone, both male and female. Nine times out of ten, there’s more to a person than what you see on the surface. Why should it be any different for women?

RESPECT YOUR MOTHERS. RESPECT YOUR SISTERS. And for pete’s sake, give that phone number shit a rest. What do I look like, 411?

{chloe knuckles}

Posted by macedonia at 4:50 PM EST
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Thursday, 2 March 2006
caught up in GOD...
Now Playing: soudds of a cleared-out work place that got to go home early due to inclement weather...
Topic: music appreciation

maybe it's because the Lenten season's upon us, but i've been listening to a lot of gospel and gospel-related projects lately. currently in heavy rotation within my mp3 jukebox are the following:

VARIOUS ARTISTS - Heaven's Radio
this is a collection of vintage gospel and radio broadcast excerpts compiled with loving care by Kevin Nutt, host of the fantastic Sinner's Crossroads radio show on WFMU. the station's currently in telethon mode and asking for donations from their listeners. there are a vast number of "DJ premiums" that you can get if you donate a certain amount. Heaven's Radio is Kevin's premium from 2004, now made available online via the WFMU blog. apparently, he put together a funk gospel premium for this year. i only imagine...

GEEEZ 'N' GOSH - My Life With Jesus
GEEEZ 'N' GOSH - Nobody Knows
an Atom Heart project. it's like gospel glitch. sanctified click-house, if you will. totally taken aback with these releases, both of them quite beautiful. some of it's for quiet reflection, some of it can be worked into a house set. if you want to know more, i go into further detail here.

just copped this one the other day. not straight up gospel, but focuses on how gospel influenced soul music and how those with gospel backgrounds made the crossover into soul while still retaining that gospel feel to their music. so you have some gospel, some soul, and songs that are somewhere in between. artists include Aretha Franklin, The Staple Singers, Della Reese, Bobby Bland, Clarence Smith...this one's great. don't see it leaving my jukebox for quite some time.

Posted by macedonia at 4:58 PM EST
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the lost writings of testosterone boy
Now Playing: Dead Beat Radio (eastvillageradio.com)
Topic: rants de macedonia

where the hell am i?  and how do you get back to the womb?

[okay, so long before there was Both Sides Of The Surface, there was a monthly email newsletter called On The Verge, which ran from January 1999-December 2001. a bunch of music reviews written as well as a number of rants. since it's Women's Herstory Month, i figured i'd start off with an early rant of mine in regards to the topic of women. this was originally published in the ON THE VERGE v1.0 e-mail monthly for March 17, 1999. there are references to certain celebrities that will bring home how dated this is. the line about Lauryn Hill is either ironic, dead-on or both, given all that she's been through since this was written...]

the lost writings of testosterone boy

Don't ask me about estrogen. I don't understand it, I don't pretend to understand it, and all of you ladies out there are just gonna have to deal with the fact that most of us men don't, m'kay?

It was about five years ago that I had a dream. I had a dream that GOD was elected president, but the sisterhood had voted for Mother Nature. Her popularity had just about tripled after she had held a fundraiser to get Eve out of jail. Meanwhile, Adam was on Hard Copy talking about how Eve had paid Lorena Bobbitt to "do a little job for her." She had met with Anita Hill earlier the same day.

And right about now, Monica Lewinsky would be asking for her services (no more jokes about her "love handles," please. My ears can't take it).

Jump cut to now: I'm lost in a world of ultra-flesh that is not of my own making. 15 year-old boys gaze longingly at women they will never meet, be they Playboy pin-ups, Victoria's Secret angels, or female celebs that decided to cover up the right spots of their naked selves on the covers of Details or Maxim. In the midst of all of this, I have to wonder how many decided to skip classes on how to be a sex symbol while keeping your clothes on. More than likely, Gillian Anderson would be teaching this course.

Trying to sidestep fleshworld isn't exactly the easiest of all things, but anything to avoid being the typical male. Can you imagine my surprise on that terrible day when I woke up and realized that I was one?

Jump back to five years ago: I turned a street corner only to see Sharon Stone encircled by a group of women. Between giving her swift kicks to the mid-section, they shouted repeatedly, "What were you thinking? WHAT WERE YOU THINKING?!?"

I watched in amazement as Angela Davis stood beside me, shrugged her shoulders and said, "Y'know, she really wasn't helping matters much; the bitch had it comin'." She pointed out towards the street. "Phallus patrol's on the move, brother. They don't take too kindly to Y-chromosomes. You'd better go." Then she threw up a power fist and kept steppin'.

You wanna know what amazes me? When somebody like DMX can stand up on stage in front of tens of thousands and ask "where my bitches at?" and women actually scream with delight. You'd think his dumb ass would get booed off the set, but OH, NO. The ladies in the crowd still said "Ow!" right on cue. WHAT'S THAT ABOUT?

And all these years, I wondered why the nice guy never got the girl. Thugs and players got it made. Fellas, it has become apparent to me that if you want a woman to obsess over you, act like she doesn't exist. Ignore her like she's a chain letter. Don't even bother calling her for two weeks.


But like I said, I ain't the one to ask about the ways of estrogen.

That's about the point when I throw on my headphones. Ear travels bring me to Nina Simone. She doesn't know me from Adam, yet can somehow sing about my pain that I can't even find words for. And Betty Carter brings me out of my darkness with vocal sunshine. And the present-day sirens: Lady Miss Kier, Beth Gibbons, Martina Topley-Bird (yin to Tricky's yang), Bjork, Esthero, Tracey Thorn - each taking my emotions for a different turn.

I'll tell you what I dig - those sistas that's coming full force, making their own music and owning their own labels, like DJ Rap, Miss DJax, The Angel and Nicolette. Sayin' "this is how it should be done for the sisterhood." Women that respond to bass, straight up ball breakers like Riz Maslen and Andrea Parker, creating dark sounds that exorcise their personal demons. And hip-hop females holding their own on the microphone, goin' back to Sha Rock, the Plus One element that was down with the Funky Four. The same feeling when I dote on MC Lyte, Roxanne Shante or Sweet T, on ahead to Apani B-Fly Emcee and the Ladybug Miss Mecca. And whenever Bahamadia speaks, my face is aglow diggin' on that flow - like she's always up to somethin' sinister. or Ursula Rucker closin' out Roots joints with ill urban poetics, heartfelt and introspective.

And as for Lauryn Hill, sista woman is laughing in the face of everyone who told her that she couldn't do it.

The scribes, I'm down with them, too. Read them before I read the brothers: mothers Maya Angelou and Toni Morrison, Nikki Giovanni, bell hooks, Alice Walker, Zora Neale Hurston, Terri McMillan...read 'em all. Got vexed, infuriated and still finished the books.

And the list goes on. Talented sisters, too many to mention.

But, don't ask me to explain estrogen. Me Mars, you Venus, i-ight? It’s like that. I ain't in the mood for no verbal beatdown. It’s hard enough dealing with my own hormone, for real.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

dear sisterhood -

i'm sorry that i haven't always treated you the way that i should have (Lord knows i haven't), but never let it be said that i haven't given you the props that were due you. when you need a ear, you know where i'm at. oh yeah, one more thing...


{jason randall smith}

Posted by macedonia at 3:21 PM EST
Updated: Thursday, 2 March 2006 3:22 PM EST
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Wednesday, 1 March 2006
Now Playing: feist - mushaboom

this is my new buzz word in regards to both sides of the surface. visually, the site represents what happens when you have a basic knowledge of html, but your real passion is writing and talking about music. you don't have to tell me that the site's unwieldy - i already know. i'm a blog-centered person. it's easier to maintain and more personal and immediate.

so i envision holy war in the mental being the place where the action is, meaning that i want to slowly relocate the rants and reviews into the blog. right now, it just makes sense to me. so we'll start it off with some older rants from the On The Verge newsletter days (B.B. - Before BSOTS) for Women's Herstory Month, then follow it up with some writings based around the Lenten season - also some archived material. plus it gives me an excuse to revisit all this old writing. same for the reviews, too - there's some older stuff that got reviewed a while back that's now available digitally, so it'll be good to resurrect some blurbs on those releases and give them some much-deserved shine.

all in attempts to make this online humble abode of mine "blogcentric". (dag nabbit, i like that word.) stay tuned...

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Tuesday, 28 February 2006
BSOTS 014 - vibes on the black hand side (pt. two)
Now Playing: silence...and the constant hum of the hard drive...
Topic: my podcasts

here's part two...just managed to squeeze it in before march first comes and dark-shaded souls aren't important for another 365 days. some rock, some soul, some hip-hop. from the sublime to the surreal to the just plain scary (you'll know it when you hear it...). i think the actual title of the blackalicious joint is "your move" instead of "you move," but i only go by what they tell me in the pmn.

speaking of which, the network features a version of bettye lavette's "let me down easy" (the beautitful closer of this podcast) that i can't seem to find anywhere else. did a search of sister's lavette's albums on amazon.com, but only found a live version and an uptempo version for the clubs. and it's not on her album from last year, I've Got My Own Hell To Raise. that one's on some cover tune/redefining soul concept album type stuff, where lavette takes on works from singer-songwriters like sinead o'connor, aimee mann, and others. thought i could find some information at epitaph, since they released that album. but bettye's profile and discography isn't even up there yet. they're making it hard for a brother that wants to come correct for the listeners.

so for now, the whereabouts of the version i played are unknown to me. my apologies. any soul scholars wanna help a brother out, please do...

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qpe*mcgarrett (buy it at bleep.com)
blackalicious*your move (feat. life savas) (buy it at amazon.com)
teba, crosby & red lion*blackness anthem
phil moore browne*occupants of dead space
wade austin*who bears the love (buy it at luv-productions.com)
pesa #2 (psa from public enemy)
dalek*classical homicide (get the MP3 here)
bettye lavette*let me down easy

background music:
qpe*milk (buy it at bleep.com)
madlib*understanding (comprehension)

other key info: afropunk documentary, hoodhype podcast, daily source code

Posted by macedonia at 12:56 AM EST
Updated: Tuesday, 28 March 2006 5:57 PM EST
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Tuesday, 14 February 2006
BSOTS 013 - vibes on the black hand side (pt. one)
Now Playing: blackalicious - you move (feat. life savas)
Topic: my podcasts

this show is a result of seeing what i could do about celebrating black history month and doing it via podsafe music. i think i fared better than i thought i would; this will definitely be a two-parter. still not entirely sure how i feel about this show. maybe it's my bad mood, maybe it's being really hard on myself, maybe it's being REALLY upset over dilla's death. actually, i feel like i talked way too damn much on this show, but what's done is done.

this podcast includes hip-hop, soul, drum and bass, and some leftfield electronics. the show was pretty much recorded when i found out about Jay Dee - totally shocked. so i recorded a brief statement in light of that, which serves as the introduction for the show. also, the roy ayers song is not called "soul in the whole," but "funk in the hole." with that said, let's get started...

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in memoriam: james yancey aka jay dee/j dilla
nadir*the revolution is now (buy it at cdbaby.com)
hired gun*dedication
jadox*it does not compute (feat. mane azeem)
j dilla*airworks (buy it at itunes)
roy ayers*funk in the hole (platinum pied pipers remix) (buy it at rapster records)
nadir*superstar (buy it at cdbaby.com)
daniel givens*light travel (fetch the future) (buy it at bleep.com)
sankofa bass project*on the mountain top
theory*the towers

background music:
qpe - until
soundscraper - forty days fortified knights

other key info: voxunion.com, nadir's official website

Posted by macedonia at 12:16 AM EST
Updated: Tuesday, 28 March 2006 6:06 PM EST
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