The Day the Music Died...

The Situation: The twitters are a buzz with some reliable (and personally saddening) news. Jonathon Zwickel (@zwickelicious) has reported that The Saturday Knights are no more. This pretty much wrecks me. I've been a Barfly Stan ever since he dropped "Bear Claw" on 206Proof in 2007. Adding in Tilson and Spence turns a performance into a party. The Saturday Knights were about fun.

I think back to the TSK performance at the Oldominion 10 Year Anniversary and am reminded of how much they fuckin' rocked. I think Spence broke about two tambourines and maybe created a one man mosh pit. I also remember chowing down damn near a dozen doughnuts with the team behind me, a soundtrack to victory. I remember some crazy after hours moments with the crew too.

Mingle is as great a listen today as it was the first time I heard it. I've owned something like 5 or 6 copies of the disc and I don't think I've got one left right now. It's something you want to lend to friends, because you know they're going love it.

I can't help but think of all the other Seattle Hip-Hop acts I'd like to see fail miserably and crumble, long before I'd like see The Saturday Knights fade into the sun. Rather than post a list, which would take up too much space, I'll just post a recent Big Kountry/Studio Seven flyer:


Game tips/Walk through: The Blame Game. Now, a lot of people are going to want to point their fingers, putting blame on those responsible for The Saturday Knights demise. If you must, point that finger straight up in the sky. God did it. Music has been smote once again. This time I assume, for being too much fun and taking attention away from worship.

So be it, God's Wrath wins again. A fond farewell to the Knights. I'm going to Mingle.

Badeep, badeep, badeep, Datz All Folks!

The Situation: If you're not familiar with Datz Cold, keep it that way. He's a terrible troll of a human and a Northwest Originator for Idiocy. He would have been a Game of Rap All-Star in his prime. Now he's just spitting out a terrible EP. If you would like to torture yourself, give it a listen on his bandcamp profile.

Game tips/Walk through: Ha, hee, hachoo! This is terrible music from a sub par humanoid. I believe one of the classic quotes from the old Northwest Xplosion board was in reference to Datz Cold, simply stating "I bet he wishes his life had a reset button." If only life were more like video games.

Lil' Flip Loses King of the South Battle, Now Up for Sea-Town's Finest

The Situation: The Northwest's "High Powered Entertainment" have secured a certified superstar on their roster.



Game tips/Walk through: GAME OVER! FLIP! FLIP! FLIP! What you gonna do? He's sporting the 206 Fitted through out the video. He's one of us now! Kudos to High Powered Entertainment for putting the Area Code on. Now I'm just waiting for Huey to move to Seattle and give our city a SUPER GROUP!

A Wreck, some G.O.A.T.s and a Hobby Wonker

The situation: A man walks into a forum, claims his lowly beheld friends are the greatest musicians in Seattle's hip hop history, then gets awkwardly defensive and starts blasting anybody and everybody with a differing opinion... even tried and true successful Seattle musicians. You think this story would get old, but I'm afraid it's as fresh as ever and the most recent uproar on 206Proof.com.

For those that don't make the Proof a daily stop, allow me to retell this gem of a story as it unraveled. This cat named 'catchwreck', whatever that means, jumped up on the Proof like "Knowmads: Why do I feel like they aren't gettin as much love or as popular as they should be." Then he continues to place them above acts like Blue Scholars, The Saturday Knights and Fresh Espresso (among many others). At least Krue's fan only tried placing him above Grynch (yet failed miserably).

The awesome thing was, once Rhyme Sayers recording artist, now MYX Music Label Manager, Karim Panni (Nightclubber Lang) dropped some of the coldest, game breaking lines on the kids including "they might be the worst group i've ever seen in my life" all the way to "all their energy should be put into something that will help further their career - like learning to be a barista, or how to properly wash lettuce and still comply to health code, or how to catch thieves who shoplift at tj maxx."

If that weren't enough, when Seattle emcee Type chimes in with his 1/50th of a dollar, the 'catchwreck' kid starts going off about some dick pictures of Type he's got on his cell phone or something. It's completely ridiculous... I'd suspect this behavior from a teenage girl (but then again, I'm not sure this 'catchwreck' kid isn't one).

Long story short, these Knowmad kids aren't worth your time. If they're your friends, cool. If you go to school with them, awesome. I went to school with a kid who played on the Saved By The Bell spin-off "California Dreams". That kid was awesome, he traded me my first Gameboy for a stack of Pogs.

Game tips/Walk throughs: POGS! Seriously, trade your pogs to the Knowmads for a Gameboy or something. Just don't bother listening to their cliche/shitty music. Second tip, don't try arguing with their friend/fan about them, because he's already diluted enough to enjoy their music, he won't respond well to reason. Just remind him that his friends are the stuff baristas are made of, and not rappers. That oughtta keep 'em busy fuming at the gills for a while.

Even though everybody seems to think they can rap, barely anybody is ready to call the douche bag pretenders out on their violations. We need more people who are man enough to set these whack-stars straight, rather than feed into their illusions of grandeur. It's time these kids start getting their fuckin' cards pulled.

RIP James "TalkSick" Sullivan

I can't believe we lost a brother and adamant supporter of hip hop and it's history. To those who knew, and especially to those that didn't, check out his music archive/blog for some real old school and hard to find, slept on music.

TalkSick's Blog Spot of Slept On Material

RIP to one of the realest in this city.

Shakur, Wallace, Carter, Cyrus

The situation: I mean, fuck it right... everybody anybody can rap. It's as easy as stumbling words across a sample loop. So why the fuck does it still hurt me when I hear shit like this?



It sucked when Ron Jeremy did it. It made me cringe when I watched Michael Rapaport do it. I don't even recall Jimmy Fallon doing it, but I'm sure he did and that alone pisses me off. What sucks to me the most, is I fucking know people like this shit. I've seen them fucking eat it up. Bad rap exists because it is allowed to. I should just be happy this particular public urination on rap contains underage girls.

Walk through/Game tips: Kick, Punch, Turn and Chop the door... fuck it, nobody owns hip-hop. Let them distort it and amalgamate it into Disco 2.0 - even good rap is too fucking plentiful. I'm pretty sure nobody ever got rich off rap anyway, they just used it to launder dirty cash.

Just give into the desecration and listen to a Biggie/Miley Cyrus dance mash-up. Then shoot yourself in the face.

Singing the Hip-Hop...

For anybody who can sing good hip-hop, this metal ska punk reggae band is looking for a vocalist.

Check out their add on 206Proof