Interesting. Bust this...
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Thursday, June 25, 2009
June Gift Mix 'B'
rhyme blitz instrumental by bwlp
taste test by m mac
benny & the jets (cover) by biz markie
waterworld by muneshine
shoe game by ben kartwright
one note rap by shingo2
outtta love by souled
don't sleep by oddissee featuring invincible and finale
dimlite quiz tears by all city dublin
overdrive by muneshine featuring supastition
checka, checka, check it out.
also, i'm kinda diggin the rap game played by black thought and skillz where you swap quatrains by starting off with a couplet from a song by another artist.
if you catch me out there, i'm up for a game of that...
i'm encyclopedic and the negligent will get burned!!
(tee, hee)
go for yours.
-b.p.p.
Canada's GOT one...Muneshine.
I'd tell you all i could, but why when this man does it best his damn self!
www.muneshine.blogspot.com
How could i have slept on this one?
i kid you not this is a classic. too much good stuff done right on this isht.
Sunday, June 21, 2009
Walking Through North Beach...
It's the first day of Summer.
The Bay Area got a G O R G E O U S one.
It sorta started with the lovely weather type of thing a couple of days ago actually... a fine time to pass these burners by on a leisurely stroll through North Beach in SF....hit up MoMA, E' Tutto Qua (for some downright all-the-way-live Italian food) with some homies from Chicago. SF represented well this day.
So Happy Father's Day all y'all.
For myself, I took my son out to a secret locale along the Cali coast...we maybe saw 4 people at this beach that is a MISSION to get to: tide pools, litter-free sand, surprises (startled a doe) and a windy little ride through Nicasio and Mount Tamalpias, saw a group of fisherfolk snag a 3 foot shark out of Tomales Bay....
Ahhhhh...heaven.
Yup. Happy Fathers Day.
Now...about that vocal that needs hittin' up...
I'm audi.
-b.p.p.
P.S. and a Happy (belated) Juneteenth folks!
Thursday, June 18, 2009
Over and Out
recently there have been a few changes at the d'oiseaux recordings; birds who like pomegranate camp. it's time to get low with our current project: Magnificent Peach Trees. if you've gotten into the craziness that is recording and following your dream of building some semblance of what's in your head into real life- you know...it gets a little nutsy. throw a kid in the mix and a recalcitrant baby mama in there and you can get straight strained.
lucky for us hip hop goes on for days... with or without us, per se.
so while we get our p's and q's in our EQ, i'll be dropping gems and whatnot here on the daily about anything else other than what we're doing.
call it b.phlecksi parmella's little diversion, if you will.
there is nothing more frustrating, yet wonderful at the same time to live with a soul right in the middle of yourself, have a son who sees it like it's plastered across your torso- and you be the only two on the planet who see what's in the making. people can talk all day about the mother child connection- but the father son thing in this day and age is completely underrated.
maybe you get that i'm doing it for my boy. but i'm doing it for his father. you got one shot, yo. you gotta come true. especially now. we live on the planet with some people who have tapped some serious truth to make the aural soundscape a beautiful wondrous place. And we want to add to that.
so wish us worktime, no luck needed, while we crack open our brand of hip hop that we will introduce as The Magnificent Peach Trees recordings.
here's a lyrical taste, so you know we're not faking the funk:
"well, i never
blazed the wrong mic
hit the wrong man
got to steppin quickly
project da dream brand
watched and moved
reacted to winds of change
strange refrains
wherever they might land
little here. smidge a bit when it’s wrecked
streaked cheeks joy to behold be direct
dropped hip hop reams over years
takes place traced long disappears"
-from, They Ain't Know
yeah, well, you know. we're at it.
until tomorrow,
-b.phlecksi parmella along as frank niao for BWLP
lucky for us hip hop goes on for days... with or without us, per se.
so while we get our p's and q's in our EQ, i'll be dropping gems and whatnot here on the daily about anything else other than what we're doing.
call it b.phlecksi parmella's little diversion, if you will.
there is nothing more frustrating, yet wonderful at the same time to live with a soul right in the middle of yourself, have a son who sees it like it's plastered across your torso- and you be the only two on the planet who see what's in the making. people can talk all day about the mother child connection- but the father son thing in this day and age is completely underrated.
maybe you get that i'm doing it for my boy. but i'm doing it for his father. you got one shot, yo. you gotta come true. especially now. we live on the planet with some people who have tapped some serious truth to make the aural soundscape a beautiful wondrous place. And we want to add to that.
so wish us worktime, no luck needed, while we crack open our brand of hip hop that we will introduce as The Magnificent Peach Trees recordings.
here's a lyrical taste, so you know we're not faking the funk:
"well, i never
blazed the wrong mic
hit the wrong man
got to steppin quickly
project da dream brand
watched and moved
reacted to winds of change
strange refrains
wherever they might land
little here. smidge a bit when it’s wrecked
streaked cheeks joy to behold be direct
dropped hip hop reams over years
takes place traced long disappears"
-from, They Ain't Know
yeah, well, you know. we're at it.
until tomorrow,
-b.phlecksi parmella along as frank niao for BWLP
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