Video: Cee Wee 3 – The Bottle

This has been out for a couple months but I felt kinda guilty about posting it. With all rappers like Mitchy, Cricet, and Black Mikey calling for peace in the streets, and then also with the recent spate of shootings in the Southeast, it felt pretty fcked up promoting this video. But from a strictly musical perspective, I like the song. Cee Wee comes hard and the production falls right in line with Treali Duce’s excellent A Man’s Heart album (I’m assuming Treali produced this track too?).

No info on this one. If anyone can let me know what album this song comes from, I’d be down. And if this video induces more violence at all, I am eternally sorry.

Video: Odessa Kane Live at The Smuggler’s Tour

Not that it matters anymore, but I also wrote an article to promote The Smuggler’s Tour, which was this past Sunday at HOB and which I fcking missed because I was in Oakland for the weekend. Here’s a short video of Odessa Kane rocking “Disfigurement,” which is just sick (don’t let me tell you otherwise). Notice that Orko and I think Delon DeVille were also on-stage for a partial Masters of the Universe reunion.

Cros1 has more footage on his Facebook page (unfortunately, FB won’t let me embed them here) so follow that link there. You’ll be able to see vids of LPSD rocking a couple songs and also a vid of some dude getting served by Odessa Kane outside the venue.

SoundDiego: Parker & The Numberman Show Review

Sorry I’ve been away. Really, I’m just getting kinda burnt out, which will happen when you’re trying to curate a website daily while also trying to write for publications that, y’know, actually pay you and then also maintain a day-job that, again, actually pays you.

Anyway, I went to a show last week with Parker & The Numberman, Brother Nature, Broken Dreams, and Daygo Produce at the Casbah. I wrote a little ditty about it at SoundDiego. One other thing I was thinking that I didn’t include in the article was that I wondered if, with a small scene, they could’ve just done this in someone’s basement like total DIY style instead of having to pay to rent The Casbah (if they had to pay for The Casbah). I went to this hardcore punk show a couple weeks ago that was seriously just in a tool shed in some random dude’s backyard and it was pretty crazy.

Anyway, here’s what I wrote. You can follow the link here:

It’s been said that San Diego doesn’t have a hip-hop scene. While the San Diego hip-hop scene is small, to be sure, but it exists. While most normal people might not invest as many cool points into being apart of “the scene” as nerdy rap bloggers might, there’s something to be said for attending a show with a tangible sense of community and support. You know, as opposed to your typical show where everyone keeps to themselves as they wait — impatiently and annoyed — for the headliner to come onstage.

Thankfully, the former was the case at the Casbah on Tuesday night. With Parker and the Numberman anchoring a bill consisting of Broken Dreams, Brother Nature and Daygo Produce — without any sort of headlining name, really — the show carried an idealistic, “strictly for the love” vibe that was hard to write off, even for the most cynical cynic in me. In front of a small crowd consisting of other artists, various friends and supporters, what could any of these artists hope to gain from this show besides the rushing sensation that comes with the chance to perform and the camaraderie that develops from performing in front of your peers?

It was kinda inspiring.

The performances themselves were pretty solid. Brother Nature opened the night with a plea to stop the violence — a response to recent shootings that had occurred in southeastern San Diego–before jumping into a set of lighthearted, soulful hip-hop. Broken Dreams and Daygo Produce followed suit with similarly soulful music, though the audience’s interest seemed to wane during Daygo Produce’s performance.

Parker and the Numberman capped off the night on a high note. The thing about Parker and the Numberman is that they possess this loose, improvisational quality about them in their music and their performances. They seem to take more chances, willing to spit on anything from more traditional boom-bap to indie rock-influenced, lo-fi synths to evendubstep. Really, the duo sounded ready to rhyme on any beat that DJ Collagey would play for them, whether they were prepared for it or not. Of course, it helps that they have the technical acumen to be able to adapt to a wide range of styles. And it was just icing on the cake when Parker swung the mic stand around, taking aim at us as if with a rifle full of rhyme bullets. It was a diverse, fun set that characterized a relaxed atmosphere.

I’ve also added links to the SD Artist Rollcall for Brother Nature, Broken Dreams, and many other artists. I hesitate to add Daygo Produce pretty much on the basis that they still rock the Myspace and the Daygo Produce Myspace has some shitty audio player (probably in the comments section) that automatically plays when you load the page. I couldn’t find it for the life of me to stop it so I could actually hear Daygo Produce’s music so sending anyone there sounds like a bad look.

The Green Brothers – When I Get Low, I Get High


I’ve been hesitant to feature The Green Brothers since, when I first heard of them last year, they had only just recently moved from their hometown of Columbus, Ohio to San Diego. But now that time has passed and it looks like the frontman has put in work around the city, I think he’s done enough so that I can go ahead and cover him as a local artist.

“When I Get Low, I Get High” was released the day after 4/20 (naturally) as the first single from the upcoming Free Green album. This is labeled as the “Claude 9 remix” but I’m not really sure if there was an original or if the misnomer is just an excuse for a bad pun. It would seem kinda weird to release a remix as your first single (that seems like such a 90s-era Bad Boy move, right?). Anyway, the song jams thanks to funky use of what sounds like 30s-era big band jazz samples (hope my History of Jazz class isn’t failing me hard right now) and a clever jazz vocal sample. I think rapper Aaron Evans raps about weed but I’m not really sure, I’m kinda too high to tell right now.

Anyway, I mentioned it before but The Green Brothers will be performing tonight (Wednesday) for Urban Underground at Kava Lounge. Mr. Lif of Def Jux fame will be headlining (man, RIP Def Jux by the way). Mr. Ridley and Sojourn are also performing. I hope Ridley starts a moshpit or stage-dives or at least punches someone in the ear. Free Green drops on Independence Day this year.

Video: 1st Generation (Kurupt, Gangsta, King T, CMW, Jayo Felony) – Killing Me Softly

I got a new gig at the SoundDiego blog of NBC San Diego last week. It’s pretty cool, I’m gonna be posting a couple times a week and half the posts will be about local artists/music while the other half will be about national artists coming through town. My first post was about the video (above) for the supergroup that Jayo Felony had mentioned months ago. It looks like there are at least a few more song leaks on Youtube too, which I’ll check out. Here’s what I wrote in the post:

To date, Jayo Felony is the most widely recognized rapper from San Diego, thanks to his 1998 hit single, “Whatcha Gonna Do,” with Method Man and DMX. So it’s only right that our first post features him. Jayo’s been really quiet in the past decade or so, but it looks like he’s making a comeback soon. He’s joining a slew of ’90s-era West Coast veterans — including Dogg Pound Gang’s Kurupt, Compton’s Most Wanted, King T and Gangsta — to form a super group called 1st Generation. They recently released a video for their first single, “Killing Me Softly” (above), from their supposed new album entitled Sharks n tha Water.

Misnomer aside (I’m pretty sure these artists are all second- or third-generation West Coast rappers, if we’re gonna be nitpicky), this should be an interesting project to check out. For sure, all the artists involved are past their prime, and this an obvious attempt to cash in on fans nostalgic for tough-guy rappers. But rap supergroups always have equal parts superhero crossover and fantasy sports appeal. Plus, Jayo threatens to fashion a prison shank out of a toothpick in his verse. That’s good enough to warrant a listen — you know, if this album does indeed drop.

Fresh For 2011-12

I’m about a month late on the site’s 1-year anniversary and re-design, but if you’ve been following at all, you know that I really don’t care (I should get “CPT” tatted across the belly*). The new design isn’t too drastically different from the previous. It doesn’t look awesome but I’m hoping this will prevent friends from having to come up with nice ways of saying “Shit’s ugly, son” to me. From a usability standpoint, the only things to really take note of are the widened blog column, which will allow for larger videos, and the Facebook Like Box for SDRaps.com’s FB Page (in the sidebar), which actually exists. I might throw in a box for the Twitter account at some point, too.

The last, but probably most important, thing to note is the re-written About page. I was just reading the original copy before and I almost cringed at the pretension and self-seriousness of it all. The new copy is significantly toned down, which reflects a sort of philosophical shift that has already happened in this site.

I had originally had high hopes for the SDRaps.com experiment. The intent of this site was to 1. find good music from local artists; and 2. increase coverage of those artists making that good music. But after 13 months and 230 posts, what has changed? Read more of this post

SD CityBeat: ‘Rappers delight.’ Local hip-hop events guide

So after @yochristie called me out for not actually going to hip-hop events and being in the scene (basically for being one of the disconnected assholes in the SDMA Academy that I had called out previously), I devised this ill plot. I figured if I can go out to shows for like 6 weeks out of the year then publish an article about it in CityBeat or whatever, I can totally front like I go to shows on the regular. Then I’d use that to freaking hibernate with my ivory laptop for the next 46 weeks, bumping old Masters of the Universe bootlegs through my Sony MDR’s until I inevitably get called out again. At which point, I’d write essentially the same article about various events for a different publication and repeat the cycle. Quan 1, Journalism 0.

Jokes aside, I got to check out some ill shows in this whole process. Keith Murray has got to be pushing 40 and he was still stage-diving into a crowd of like 10 people at the end of one night in Carlsbad (don’t worry, a lot more people came out; they had just thinned out by the end of his hour+ long set). DJ Rhettmatic of the Beat Junkies played a surprise set at the Bus Stop in April. I saw Orko in half-prophet, half-rambling-homeless-man, all Sycotik Alien mode at Urban Underground. And some dude yelled at Tokimonsta to “swag it the fuck out” at Critical Beatdown in January.

Anyway, check out the article here. More importantly, check out the events featured. I know Mr. Lif (sans Mr. Lif’s hair) is performing at Urban Underground next Wednesday along with Mr. Ridley, The Green Brothers, and Sojourn (all of them are good performers). DJ Revolution is spinning at The Bus Stop in a couple weeks. There’s a lot of good shit. Don’t go out to support. Just go out to have a good time.

Aims One – Drug Trade


Aims One “Drug Trade
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Sometimes I get tempted to email artists and give them suggestions on what I’d like to see them try out in their music. But thankfully I hold back. Critic-pandering music is the worst because it caters to this unique subset of lonely individuals who run in their own critic circles and generally enjoy the view from the comfort of their ivory laptops. Basically, you might make music that real people who live somewhat normal lives don’t actually connect with. Ideally, artists should do nothing but express themselves and maybe hope that at some point, someone relates to that expression somehow.

Of course, when an artist goes ahead and does on his/her own what I’d been hoping they’d do, it’s just a great convenience for me. Aims’s music had been in danger of becoming really one-note with a seemingly never-ending supply of hardcore battle rhymes. Battling is well and fine in small doses but, really, how do you keep someone’s attention when all you’re doing is this one thing, all you’re showing is this one side of yourself or this one aspect of your craft? Aims thankfully takes a slight turn with “Drug Trade,” employing the same hardcore energy used in his battling towards weaving a dark tale as a mid-level member of a Mexican drug cartel. It’s a fresh, interesting change of pace that manages to sound very natural.

Jukn (Ocean) – Toot It and Boot It Freestyle


Jukn “Toot It and Boot It Freestyle
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I’ve been checking out music from Jukn’s/Ocean’s Hulkshare page after replaying his “Mezmorized” freestyle indefinitely. I saw on Siccness when “Mezmorized” was first posted up there, dudes were giving props but also giving advice to him on developing his voice as a rapper to be more confident. Which is usually sound advice and it’s also tight that they’re giving him pointers (in general, I wish there were more mentor-student relationships among rappers) but I’m actually starting to disagree. After hearing him go in on some of the harder tracks on his page, I see that his voice is really well-suited for chill beats (like “Toot It and Boot It,” which is surprisingly laid-back once you take out the dude singing “Toot it and boot it!”). Maybe the “Mezmorized”-Wiz Khalifa connection is clouding my judgment but his voice sounds a little vulnerable. On more emotional verses like “Mezmorized,” it works wonders to emphasize the sadness in a stoner-like way. But even on this freestyle, he’s able to spit confidently without overdoing it, without sounding like he’s trying too hard to convince you that he’s fly or that he’s hard. I guess it just comes off as more believable because he’s not hyping himself up in his voice.

And fuggit, I couldn’t find a photo of him online so I re-posted the video. Also, my bad about late update this week. Good things are in the works … And I saw Prince in LA on Saturday. Freaking dope.