deep thoughtz 013: ENTA DA STAGE - BLACK MOON + NEW YEARS GREETINGS
Sawatdee krub readers, international community, and NSA agents. Now I know what all y'all are thinking and yes, I can't believe it's really me either. Please take the opportunity now to catch your breath, don't worry the deep thoughtz will still be here once you're ready. We have a very special set of guests on the blogg for y'all today, but allow me to send some winter wishes your way before I get ahead of myself n shit.
oh don't worry folks. They'll still be here after the $$Chiang_Mai_Elvis$$ 2021 parade
Now I don't know where you beautiful readers find yourself today, maybe some of you are huddled around a single computer monitor with your families for warmth and maybe others are using your five minute break from the factory line (which I'm sure you had to savagely fight three separate managers for) to scroll through blogger while on the john, but I hope that we can all come together and welcome the new year with a fair bit of optimism. Be it optimism for the revolution or optimism for the Coast Guard missing the better piff that's being imported, it's a welcome change from last year's horrors. C'mon, smile! Coronavirus is cancelled now, haven't you heard?
new year? o yea... it's sadcore time
Personally I've celebrated this turn of the screw with a healthy dose of Evan Williams and Morrowind, but I feel as though I've neglected my duties in providing my readership with decent music for once in their lives and it would take something truly special to correct this error. Ergo, allow me to allow you to have your brains be totally fucking fried by pure hip-hop IMPAK with the legendary Black Moon appearing in the sky
if u stare at this while listenin to the mp3s it'll sound a lil more like vinyl
Y'all know what, I don't even have words. There are enough words on this shit right here that you better be listening to if you care at all for the desperate artistic nutrients that your soul is crying out for in the 21st century. Better than your favorite rap album, better than the Beatles (i call em the uh.... hmmm... the uh the fuckin ASSbeatles), check it out and then upload the files on your own blogs. Let yourself go back to a time where the drums went boom-bap, the sampler was the greatest instrument an artiste could learn (b4 samplin was c a n c e l l e d by the ind_stry), and a single series of fourteen furious poems was all it took to change the world forever.
FFO: Nas, Ghostface, makin big munni and typin foneticlly, worshipping lunar cycles, American arms manufacturing companies
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