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His name is Danny Broschowitz; occasionally I see him trawling around in a grey sedan around my neighborhood these days. I met Danny in middle school. He was obsessed with George Clinton and Funkadelic. For what it’s worth he was the first one to show me Death Grips, Frank Zappa, the Fantastic Planet soundtrack and other things that helped me get free when I was like 12. He was into psychedelic music in this very odd, serious way; whereas others are subdued or blissed by psychedelia it seemed to rile him to animus. This song of his is absolutely beyond its time. Also his current band Shawty is very good.
Aug 11, 2022
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Daft rap from the shadows of New Jersey’s most swampy lake community. Warbler Core. 420 Core. Eastern-European tinge.
Jan 20, 2024
I don't know why Sonny Cheeba and Geechi Suede don't get more love when the subject of "golden age hip hop" comes up.
Dudes were from the heart of it all, the Boogie Down (in fact their producer Ski Beatz lived in the same building -- 1520 Sedgwick -- that Kool Herc had once lived in back in the day).
They invented their own lingo -- luchini = loot, jiggy vines = 70s style threads they were pioneering around the same time Digable and the Beasties were dressing that way, sugar dimes = hotties, Amaeret-tah = their beverage of choice, Hollywood = high life, etc.
They were obsessed with the 70s films Uptown Saturday Night and Cooley High, this pretty much formed the basis of their entire steez. The link here is to "Luchini" which is their anthem/best known track.
I've got a lot of time for this album three decades down the line. Dig the Marvin Gaye album cover pastiche too.
Apr 16, 2024
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This is a semi-secluded place in Prospect Park. Kind of like a secret garden energy. Very special place. I used to go here in high school with friends who lived in the area mostly to smoke weed. A lot of weed-smoking in the city has to do with trying to access some kind of pastoral fantasy in this wacky town. This is exactly that embodied. It’s like a pond overgrown with various plants, and then a strange little lawn adjacent to it, where a lot of dubious characters sort of skitter around in and out of view; it makes it all the more trippy. Still go here when I need a minute. I don’t smoke that much weed any more.
Aug 11, 2022
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Out of all the anonymous posters crawling around the internet I prefer my good friend @subwaysigns the most. All I’ll betray is his gender. I love his work very much. Following this page is not only a great opportunity to find and purchase some of the finest borrowed nostalgia; it’s also an invaluable archive of New York City’s transit design throughout the ages. Big ups to the homie for monetizing his passion.
Aug 11, 2022
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Whenever I tell my father that I’ve been running around the city he likes to ask me “what are you running from?” He’s totally right. One should consider the deeper implications of their chosen exercise. I’m prone to escapism, and flight from discomfort, and running is like a transfiguration of that impulse. The goal is to get to the point where you feel like you’re running at something or someone instead of from. Hear me out: it’s free, it promotes longevity, it rids one of the wiggles, and it’s like a tour of the city in 2x speed. I encourage running in the street and dodging people and cars.
Aug 11, 2022