Monday, March 31, 2008

Othello Interview



Seattle-bred, Michigan-based rapper Othello is a master of the live performance. Upon graduating high school in 2000, the soulful MC (born Tyson Pumphrey) hit the road and hasn't stopped much since. From playing high security boys homes to churches to local boxing rings, he's learned many a lesson along the way, maintaining that you "gotta give it all you got" no matter what the crowd looks like.

BallerStatus.com: How did you get the name Othello?

Othello: It was really just a name I liked. I tried to make it deep like referencing the game of black and white chips and using the fact I'm mixed race (African American and Caucasian) to justify it, but that was more corny than deep....Read More

Friday, March 21, 2008

backlogggggg

I have been granted permission to re-enter the UK, so this dreamy little teedot stint is shortly coming to an end. Goodbye good food, good friends, good love, hello bad food, better parties, and anonymity. Here's a backlog of lecoolness from the past two weeks.


Gig Lil Wayne
Here are some facts about my favourite rapper Lil Wayne: He is also everyone else’s favourite rapper right now. He is a f*cking genius. He’s actually little (internet research puts him somewhere between 5’5 and 5’8). He’s got Fear God tattooed on his eyelids. An image of him kissing Birdman, his pseudo dad, sparked homosexuality rumours in the rap world. His thugged-out lyrics appeal to the ghetto set while his undoubtable weirdness (likely influenced by an admitted addiction to prescription cough syrup which he sips constantly) has critics creaming in their pants. He shot himself in the chest with a .44 magnum at 12 and spent two weeks on life support. His lonnnnnnnnnnng-awaited sixth solo album is finally going to drop this month (apparently). My inside source says his first album was ghostwritten, but nowadays he spits on just about any given topic in spite of sounding like he’s desperately clambering his way out of a k-hole. You probably gotta see him to believe it, got it? one egg short of the omelette…/


Club Night THUGS & HUGS RELOAD!
After last week’s Great Weezy Debacle, you probably need something to warm your disappointed little hearts. Something to make this long weekend worth the wait. Something that’ll make you shake that pu$$y like a porkchop perhaps? Something grimy, shocking, yet familiar and fun. Put on your dancing-Air Maxes, style that ridiculous new haircut, don some fool’s gold and head down to the Legion this Sunday where the Patchwork Pirates are back to make it bang in honour of Thugs and Hugs’ first bee-day. Get freaky with the Newington Generals as they grace you with the presence of Drums of Death’s grime, electro, soul and…facepaint? Tru. Also up is bassline titan DJ GS, the cake and sausage-loving DJ Smutlee and optimistic island vibes from Young and Positive. Creative visualisation provided by this week’s cover artist Karborn – who if you didn’t notice, makes art that looks like orgasms. Cava will be swilled from bottles, not tossed at the stage. /


Gig Ike Robinson and Consenting Adults
Once upon a time a boy met a girl. The boy, new to London from his rural Suffolk town, had big dreams of becoming a famous rock musician. By day he grafted hard in the stark offices of a global media conglomerate, dreaming of the day he’d write songs to sing his adoring fans, rather then diligently scribed web updates of the latest sport fixtures. By night he’d frequent parties in the capital meeting artists, women and dabbling in various fruits and flowers. On the night he met the girl, he wasn’t expecting a life-altering encounter, but upon laying his eyes upon her beautiful face – the earth shifted and his outlook changed. Their first date, a disaster, further shifted his outlook: she wouldn’t have him. Since then Ike Robinson has focused on nothing but writing heated heartbroken songs about life, particularly one without her. He and his band, Consenting Adults, play the Comedy tonight. Go and watch the fairy tale unfold. /

Thursday, March 13, 2008

What I wrote vs. What they published...

So I've come to realise that writing for an 'apolitical' publication actually means pandering to the demands/complaints of Zionist readers.

What I wrote:


The Cartoons of Naji al-Ali

Don’t shoot the messenger. Seriously! Who does that? In 1987, Palestinian political cartoonist Naji Al-Ali was fatally shot in the face outside the offices of the Kuwaiti newspaper for whom he worked in London. The artist, who drew around 40,000 cartoons throughout his career, was a controversial figure amongst Arab Muslims and Israelis alike for his criticisms of Middle Eastern politics (particularly of Yasser Arafat and the PLO) and of course the illegal occupation of his homeland. Al-Ali moved from his village of Al-Shajara during the 1948 expulsion of Palestinians and lived in a Lebanese refugee camp before briefly moving to Saudi Arabia. Over the years he drew for a variety of Arab newspapers before settling in Kuwait to work for Al-Qabas. In 1985 death threats led to a move to the paper’s London office where he lived shortly before his assassination. Some believe he was ‘silenced’ by a member of the PLO, while it is also claimed that the shooter was a Palestinian student, working for Mossad. Whatever the case, Al-Ali was a brave soul who spoke his mind; and you can check out his work here, in an exhibition commemorating 20 years since his death.


What was published:

Don’t shoot the messenger. Seriously! Who does that? In 1987, Palestinian political cartoonist Naji Al-Ali was fatally shot in the face outside the offices of the Kuwaiti newspaper for whom he worked in London. The artist, who drew around 40,000 cartoons throughout his career, was a controversial figure amongst Arab Muslims and Israelis alike for his criticisms of Middle Eastern politics (particularly of Yasser Arafat and the PLO). Over the years he drew for many Arab newspapers before settling down at Kuwait’s Al-Qabas. In 1985 death threats moved him to the paper’s London office shortly before his assassination. Some believe he was ‘silenced’ by the PLO, others claim the shooter was a Palestinian student, working for Mossad. Whatever the case, Al-Ali was a brave soul who spoke his mind; and you can check out his work here, in an exhibition commemorating 20 years since his death. /


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Thursday, March 06, 2008

Sigh...what I would do...

...if I wasn't stuck in Tdot still...

art David Choe
Do you know who David Choe is? He is a crazy azz motherfunker (trying to avoid spam filters here…). According to himself he is ‘currently wandering the earth making good art and bad music.’ I don’t doubt it. He also says that he can ‘paint everything and everything; on everything and anything’. He wants to ‘retire young, paint the entire bible’ and then finish that off by covering the entire great wall of China with his chicken-scratchy, graff-like manic paint, drawing, photo, sculpture art. I think he was a born-again Christian at some point – but whatever the case, this California-bred Korean-American not only makes genius work, he’s also a piss-yourself fascinating character who I would like to get wasted on Crème de Menthe with by the side of the road somewhere. Check out his videos on Vice’s online TV channel, and his first solo show in London this week. /

Club Night Biggie Tribute at Freedom
Fellas! Grab your d!ck if you love hip-hop. Ladies! Rub your t!tties if you love Big Pop! Do you realize it’s been 11 years since the best rapper of all time (yeah I said it) was gunned down in that tragic Los Angeles shooting? Does that make your sh!t feel old or what? I certainly do. Promoters The Raiders and Sharma have decided to pay homage to the late great Christopher Wallace at Freedom, their new weekly jam at Bar Rumba this Monday. Come down and wile out to some old-ish tunes and remember the days of park-chilling and 40oz-drinking. Let the blunt smoke make you forget Duets, the roll-over-in-grave-inducing posthumous album that Diddy put out in ’06. Revel in the selections of Justo Award-nominee DJ J-Ronin who is coming in all the way from Brooklyn to entertain. Forget that it’s a school night and throw your hands in the a-ir like you’s a true play-er. /