aiiiiiiiight so

Wu satellite cat Ras Kass references Harry Potter on one track, and he samples the Michael Richards meltdown at the end. Crazy shit from Kazzy. Why we fuckin' love him.

Diary of Deck

Rollie Fingers still got a quiet lyricism that tells me he's been thinkin' about shit. Thinkin' 'fore runnin' his mouth. 'Nuff respect.

da boxx

From now on when I post I'm-a listen to the Wu-Tang channel on Pandora. They're playin' Duck Seazon right now. One-a the sleepr hits on Forever. Raekown shouts out the "Bad-Ass bitch from Dead Presidents." Who says they don't fuck with women's lib?

Returning

Had a holiday crisis and deleted this blog a while back. Ain't gonna happen no more. Feel me? And who the fuck's ready for a RZA/Ras Kass team-up record? Could lyrics get any smarter? For real? Fuck

Puttin in work

Remember that line from Inspectah Deck on "Back in the Game" ... "The employees of the year, yeah/ we're back to work/ We took time off/ while other rappers got jerked." I don't doubt they're the best group ever, but I wonder who called 'em the employees of the year in 2000 or whenever that record dropped. And even though on paper they all work for one mammoth label or another, aren't they basically self-employed at this point? Haven't they always been, legal or not? Who knows. Either way, great verse on a record that came dangerously close to an unqualified embarrassment. But it had just enough energy to stay fly. I bobbed my head 'n shit. 'Nah mean? Fuck.

still ain't seen it

Everybody tellin' me Man With The Iron Fists is the shit, but I been side-tracked. Maybe I'll go tomorrow, when all the fuckin' morons who usually flood the theaters are at the big box stores instead. Whatever, I'm-a see that shit at some point. Trust me, RZA. 'Nah mean? Fuck.

Rock Out

Anyone else heard Raekown's cut "Game of Rock?" Hearin' it right now, courtesy of the RZA channel on Pandora. Prodigy's on that shit too, along with Ghost. Sounds like everything else Chef's ever recorded, which is fine by me. Angry mothafucka. 'Nah mean? Fuck.

Dirty Pictures

TMZ had a photo montage of Ol' Dirty Bastard on their homepage the other day. Assume it was meant to coincide with the anniversary of his death, but fuck it. Sometimes you don't need a reason. Nah mean? Fuck.

Masta Killa should run a marathon

He has to be extremely well-conditioned. Srict vegan -- or at least vegetarian, can't remember the details -- no red meat and a face that says "I can take as much fuckin' pain as you can dish out." So yeah -- Masta Killa gotta gear up and run a marathon. Maybe the NYC marathon next year. Mix in some charitable angle. Nah mean? Fuck.

got it locked

Then there's that other passage in the Tao of Wu where RZA talks about gettin' locked out of his mansion upstate and sleepin' on the grass. He found the good in that shit, predictably. He never loses his connection to the whole beautiful terrifying natural cycle of it all. To life. Learn from that shit. Nah mean? Fuck.

Party politics

Read a handy Pandora primer the other day that said Killah Priest and some other Wu satellite cat formed Black Market Militia -- a satellite crew within a satellite crew -- after hitting it off at an industry function; believe it was a Source party. Good to know that when you put in a bullshit appearance for purely political reasons, some genuinely good shit can come of it. 'Cause I heard a couple Black Market tracks the other day and was like, "Yo, imaginary friends, peep this shit. Some under-the-radar NY vintage mid-90s shit right here that went completely by the boards. Hard as fuck!" And Killah Priest prolly thought he was just meeting a professional obligation when he attended that party -- he prolly wanted to go to the hipster poetry reading that night at Pete's Candy Store instead. Low and behold, he ended up meeting a collaborator. How fuckin' serendipitous. Nah mean? Fuck.

Have to say RZA tugs at the fuckin' heartstrings in that passage in the Tao of Wu where he recounts his final moments with ODB; poor guy looks at him with glassy eyes and says "I don't understand." Haunting shit.

Another hiatus on the posting....

But a better excuse this time; been so fuckin' deep into the Tao of Wu [got like, 10 pages left] that I haven't had time for anything else. And I'm not just readin' that shit. I'm annotating -- in the margins.

Guess GZA playin' long, mothafuckas!!!

So WERS tellin' me like every night GZA gonna play the whole Liquid Swords catalog at the Paradise Rock Club. I can hang in for a long-ass show, even though I'm fuckin' old. Nah mean? Brew up the coffee, mothafuckas!!!!

Fisticuffs; and RZA got a new movie

I wanna know who this Eli Roth guy is who collaborated with the RZA on the screenplay for The Man With the Iron Fists. He some dude in Russell Crowe's outfit? Probably. I hope Russell Crowe quit wilin' out at hotels. We can't have that fuckin' enmity. Nah mean? Fuck.

out in LA see

So how come when RZA does some responsible civic shit like work with inmates in LA the only fuckin' outlet that covers it is TMZ? I want Pitchfork and the Post on that shit. Nah mean? Fuck.

as reported here on this fuckin' blog last nite

Ghostface got a new record called Twelve Reasons to Die. Since Method Man's the funny one, he might follow that shit up with Thirteen to Reasons to Live Or maybe Thirteen Reasons to Keep Touring. Funny shit, right? Right? Fuck.

ghost got a new record

Twelve Reasons to Die is a great title, and a little more subtle than I'd expect from Ghostface. Dude usually brings the energy, rather than the nuance. Whatever, though, dude can do whatever the fuck he wants. Nah mean? Fuck.

technique is ill, son/watch how i spill one

Too bad we'll never hear another Isaac Hayes collaboration. His vocals on "I Can't Go To Sleep" redeemed The W for a lotta fuckin' malcontents out there who wanna hate the Wu every time they try somethin' different. Personally I like the whole fuckin' W but not even the fuckin' malcontents can hate on the Isaac Hayes vocals. Nah mean? Fuck.

For real I seen this one interview....

where U-God said, "I'm not going to be the one that's going to sit here and try to save the fucking day." Good to know. That attitude's reflected in Dopium, which is a great record but never gets preachy. Glad Baby U's found his niche. Stay there and make great records all fuckin' day. Let the preachers preach and the teachers teach and the TV columnists write retrospectives about Screech. Stay drunk everyone. Fuck.