ok, Alex….. Thanks for hooking it up.  I just listened to an hour of King Tubby.  It just happens to be there, chalked full of anything your in the mood to hear.  I started my Spotify journey with a Slum Village’s, “the look of love pt.1.  I have been looking for the song for a while, not to buy for 99 cents on Itunes, but on lp.  If I can’t have that, well… dialing it up on Spotify works for me as well.  Nice

I just like these, but don’t have a single use for them, not yet.   But I do like them.  Rabbit Vessels

I mentioned M.O.P in my last post, and well… then I started youtubin’ their cuts.  I got all this on wax, but for the purpose of writing this and keeping the beats moving, i went youtube.  M.O.P is Billy Danze and Lil’ Fame and they are from Brownsville, New York.   They roll nice, and at the moment i’m listening to this MF Doom remix of Ante Up.  Check it out.  I”m also gonna post the original version of this cut, and then them walking trough their hood, checkin’ the bootleggers.  Funny shit.

Not really, but in relation to the way the wet chill was riding Chicago over the last couple weeks, it felt lovely.  Planted perennials, a mugo pine, and took out two scraggled up rose bushes.  They were lacking.  Got the worked hands today, good feeling.  Good Polish food from Kasia’s down the street, that would be a deli not a friend named Kaisa.  Not yet at least.  That was pretty chill and yummy for sure.  All seemed good in the world, even peeped the Simpson’s Tree House of Horrors deal, twenty seasons… crazy shite.   Then I make my way over to Derek and Mary’s home for a nice Sunday Night Bears game, and what the fuck, they lose.  They don’t just lose, they do all the stuff a team does to make sure that the other team wins, turnovers, and illmatic penalties.  Whatevers, I”m in the process of getting that out of my system, Dinosaur Jr plays as I type.  And to think, they just played, short show I hear.  So with bobbing knees and such I bring it back to the word illmatic form just a sec ago.  I”m looking very much forward to spinnin tunes at Deville soon, I checked out the booth, and I like how the tables are already set in a good way.  I mean, when you head to a spot and the decks are turned in a classic house set up, well… usually the mixer is all super wide, and its seems ready for the same ole same ole matching of the bpms to be set on them, and that is a skill.  Just too far apart for much touching of both records. What am I talking about, like i’m going to bust some Mix Master Mike type shit, i’m very out of touch with the touching of the tables lately.  The timing is pretty much always going to be there,,,,, I hope so,  yeah, whey would I assume its always going to be there?  So yeah, i”m going to play some Illmatic by Nas for sure.   Something off that record at least, and some Dinosaur JR.  The usual fare of tunes there is not so diverse, alt  type clean.   Not the djs, the ipods usually.   I  have only heard one dj there, Brock. worked.

Life if good, brother is out, one more to go, and a nephew after that…. I can’t wait for this prison shit to be done with my family.  There was a summer breeze though, and in the words of the Isley Brothers, “It made me feel fine”, but not the Bears….  Not tonight.

Crompatition, this is a work that Mix Master Mike and his tour manager used to describe how good the herbs were in cities that they were on tour with.  Nothing to do with me, but Champaign Urbana represented that night, scoring near the top of the tour at that point.  Funny shit.  Opened for him and M.O.P, I think I was one of the only folks who knew who they were, but the crowd was there loving that Brownsville New York bump.  I know I was.  So yeah, check the roll.  No real reason to go off that way just then, but I had Crompatition in my head.  heh hey.

I went to cash my check today at the bank, the teller woman said to me ” I like your hair like that”. I had no idea my hair had changed over the last couple weeks, the last time I saw her was about then…. I asked her what was different about it, and she then told me it was “more wild”. I had no idea, as I stated earlier. I looked at the mirror the next time I was near one, knowing already what I was expecting to see, it was there. Might have been wild, kinda. But not more wild. Word. I think i’m gonna pick it soon, rock that for a couple days. I’ll make sure I visit the bank that day. Now i’m thinking I should go see that new Chris Rock movie, Good Hair.

I also like

Ceramic Mini Horses

Tacos

The new Bears offensive vibe, even if were not playing “Bear Football”…. that shit is boring.

That my brother Fahim thinks my niece, his daughter, has some serious skills because she can type on a computer as well as a blackberry, at the same time.  I told him that is a teen thing, but that she is special.

Marnie Stern

Help with rent, its nice.

The smell of fall… but not that fucking chill in the air.

The view from my kitchen window.  I never knew how much I liked seeing the Chicago Skyline from my home.

Strata at Swim Cafe, though that place sucks… yeah, I think you suck when you up sell at a cafe, give me my coffee and shut the fuck up about some pie.

Pie…..

saying Herb, but pronouncing the H.   My new friend Nicky would be proud.

Tamale man, though I haven’t seen him lately.

Jill and Franz getting married.

Good people in Champaign stepping up to help my recently released from prison brother out.

The love story going on in Blonde Redheads music,  it was kind of a curse to me when I was playing music with this person I had a crush on…. I wanted that.

East Bay

The fact that my dog seems to be a fast healer.

Moss

Picking hay out of my hair.

The new Via Tania, good stuff.

Tiger Eye Sumacs

New bud vases from Perch, we just got them in at Sprout Home.

The end of the baseball season, not in the bitter way, more in the way of I actually enjoy the “final four”, and World Series of   MLB.  No matter what the teams are, I pick who i’m rolling with, and dig it.  Unless the Yankees win.

Neil Young… back in the day.

Wheat Grass Shots… no make that double shots of espresso, that’s the ruler.

There are heroic complications with this fall, some good, some bad.  My brother Fahim is out and nearly free from federal lock up.  That is the best thing since Papa Del’s pizzza.  Ok, its fucking way better than that.  I about to head into a day that looks like Olympia Washington in January.  I”ll brave it though, lots to feel this weekend.  But yeah, the complications are there.