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Nug Lyfe

cameron — Fri, 20 Apr 2012 04:01:40 +0000

“Sorry it took me so long, this new half o a week habit¹ really makes me indecisive.” -Kingaling

As Isn’t Presents: Nug Lyfe

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*Kingaling – Nug Lyfe

–mix: Kingaling; art: E=e

Tracklist:
Freddie Gibbs – Personal OG
Bob Marley – Jammin’
Smoke DZA feat. Devin the Dude and Curren$y – Marley & Me
Redman feat. Ready Roc – Sourdeezal
Scarface – Mary Jane
Wiz Khalifa – Mary x3
Lil Jon & Tha Eastside Boys – The Weedman
Young Jeezy feat. Snoop Dogg and Devin the Dude – Higher Learning
A$AP Rocky – Roll One Up
Snoop Dogg and Wiz Khalifa feat. Juicy J – Smokin’ On
Three 6 Mafia – I’m So Hi
A-Trak feat. Juicy J and Danny Brown – Piss Test

Hip hop is(n’t) dead: PremRock and Has-Lo

cameron — Thu, 01 Mar 2012 04:32:14 +0000

“Kill your idols.” -PremRock

This past Saturday, New York City hip hop fans braved intermittent snow flurries and an L-train closure¹ for an evening at Cameo Gallery, which played host to a tetrad of groups representing a cross-section of the northeast underground. The night began with Boston trio Grey Sky Appeal – whose self-released sophomore effort² has earned comparisons³ to the Beastie Boys. This was followed by a performance from Portland, Maine based Brzowski⁴ (accompanied by NYC’s DJ Halo) – who blessed the crowd with his very own blend of “east coast weirdo shit”⁵.

Next up from Philadelphia, Has-Lo⁶ and Zilla Rocca⁷ brought the house down with audience favorites including “Everything Is” and Death Cab for Cutie-infused “The Quiet Things”⁸. The night was capped off by New Yorker (via Philadelphia) PremRock, who rhymed over live beats by producer Willie Green [above]. The set featured material from the pair’s eponymous album⁹, including Prem’s verses from recent collaboration-turned-video¹⁰ with L.A. emcee Open Mike Eagle. Remix project “PremRock & Willie Green: Reassembled” drops on March 12th – you can download Blockhead’s take on “Radio Dial”, featuring verses by Has-Lo, HERE. More photos below.

–pictures: BJ?; words: E=e

In The Cluh, Volume 1

cameron — Mon, 13 Feb 2012 14:15:20 +0000

“Can u verify that we have a farm girl? ♥___♥” – Jerry Jones

Jerry Jones – In The Cluh, Vol. 1

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*As Isn’t Presents: In The Cluh, Vol. 1

–mix: JJ; art: E=e

Tracklist:
Kingdom – Wartime Ha
Crookers & Savage Skulls – Bust ‘Em Up (French Fries Remix)
Mele – What’s The 411
Chris Brown – Take You Down
Diplo & Oliver Twizt – Go
Beatking – Not Finna Play
Jack Dixon – Coconuts (Disclosure Remix)
Hackman – Your Face Pulling My Hair
NOOB – Spell
Lucid – Based (Cosmic Revenge Remix)
Manare – Voodoo (French Fries & Bambounou Remix)
DJ MikeQ feat. Willow Smith – Whip My Hair (Re-Edit)
Bosstone – Lean
Beatking – U Feel Some Kinda Way
Jack Dixon – Through The Trees
Ludacris feat. Waka Flocka – Rich & Flexin

XXXXXXmas

cameron — Sun, 25 Dec 2011 19:20:35 +0000

As Isn’t Presents: XXXXXXmas

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*As Isn’t Presents: XXXXXXmas

–mix/art: E=e

Tracklist:
3OH!3 – Dragon Backpack (slowed down)
Speak! – Can You Accept That
Nacho Picasso feat. Thaddius David – DMT
Subtitle – Pulled Paper
Danny Brown – DNA
Zeroh – MothaLuva (I’m Stoopid)
Tame One – Suede Adidas

Zuela

cameron — Wed, 13 Jul 2011 09:04:08 +0000

“I almost got murdered¹ in Venezuela for speaking in english” –Jerry Jones

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*Jerry Jones – Zuela

–mix: JK; art: BJ? + E=e

Real Eggs

cameron — Sat, 30 Apr 2011 22:05:13 +0000

“I was supposed to collaborate with Goat Boy¹ on this mix. He’s a baby tho, so… I just did it.”

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*Jerry Kuuglad – Real Eggs

–mix: JK; art: BJ? x E=e

Halloween, Vol. 2

admin — Fri, 29 Oct 2010 07:21:30 +0000

“Barnaby brot me up to sp33d¹ … I am going to sample some seriously fucked shit.” –Kuuglad

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*As-Isn’t Co. – Halloween, Vol. 2

–mix: BJ? x E=e x JK; art: Bisty

Was(n’t) it red?

cameron — Tue, 13 Apr 2010 23:22:18 +0000

Dreams are malleable¹ — during sleep the brain rapidly processes the day’s events, diluting conscious reality with imagery from another time, bizarre fantasies and fears of the unconscious. Like some sort of mental auto-pilot, but on acid.

Memory, on the other hand, grants us access to an accurate account of events we have experienced — in chronological order and as recorded through the objective lens of sensory perception. Right?

I once saw a man get shanked in Philly. The poor bastard doubled over in silent disbelief, eyes like saucers. The shock and pain whipped his head forward. He was enshrouded by the hood on his over-sized sweatshirt. I never saw his face. As he came to his knees, he held his stomach trying to keep the deep crimson of his own blood from mingling with the red of his hoodie. The scene was as if someone had pressed the mute button and forgotten to add the subtitles first.

“Welcome to the city² of brotherly love,” my dad said. “Now don’t stare.”

We kept walking.

Over the years, this scene has replayed in my mind at the most terrible of times. Memory is inescapable in that way. Like a piece of paper, no matter how small you crumple it up, it is still there and can be unfolded at any moment. Every so often I recall that day just to make sure I still can, but then struggle to force it back into its box for hours, sometimes weeks.

I recently realized that I can’t really remember if he was wearing a red sweatshirt or not. I’ve turned my memory into a vehicle for manipulation.³ Maybe Scorsese would have put him in red. I thought it was a nice contrast to the blackened hue of the truest of reds, bloodshed. Did I see his face?

Memory can be the grandest of all liars. The mind remembers what is convenient; it manipulates sequence and detail for cinematographic purpose like a director rewriting a scene to better accommodate a circuitous script or a demanding leading lady. But how far can we stray without compromising the veracity of our recollections?

When I think back to the scene from Philadelphia, I imagine a slightly sepia-toned view, perhaps with violin music wafting gently through the sticky summer air (or was it winter?). An eight-year-old girl in a polka-dotted dress⁴ cocks her head to the side as a man slowly loses life (did I even own a dress like that?).

I’ve never asked those who were with me on that day to confirm or deny the shanking of the man in the red hoodie. Mainly for fear that they will tell me it never happened. Maybe I’ve never even been to Philly. But as long as my memory tells me it is so, I am a slave to haunting images that I must accept as truth — for fear of a more earnest truth; the truth of having never been where my mind remembers.

–words: SD; art: E=e

Shredded Beef

cameron — Tue, 23 Feb 2010 00:15:18 +0000

As-Isn’t Co. Podcast: Shredded Beef

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*As-Isn’t Co. Podcast: Shredded Beef

–mix: JK; art: E=e

FUTURE MUSIC chapter (n’t): Stunt Rock

cameron — Sun, 20 Dec 2009 20:59:23 +0000

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