Earl Sweatshirt. Whoaaaaaaaaa

I forgot how much I really use to ENJOY writing about music on this here blog or any of my solo blogs.  People hit me on Twitter every once and a while and remind me about the old playlists that I use to have running on my blogs.  If you were around for those times, then you remember when Mike Posner was a nobody but we still had him jamming along on the side bar of my blog. Pac Div, Dom, Bambu, Miguel, XV and all sorts of goodness quietly carrying on while I talked nonsense.

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All I’ve been listening to lately is the Odd Future shit. Hence their inclusion in this post.  The dude’s from OFWGKTA are on a roll, The emergence of MellowHype (Hodgy&Left Brain), Domo Genesis, and most notably Earl Sweatshirt are the reasons I’m just going to come out and say that AS OF RIGHT NOW…they reign supreme.

No, not some dream you get after you huff too much paint, it’s the visuals for Earl Sweatshirt’s new video, ”WHOA”.  A follow up to late 2012’s “Chum”, “WHOA” serves as the second single off his highly anticipated album, Doris. The Odd Future crew has both toned down the transgression from their earlier tapes while distilling and concentrating all the aspects that made those tapes unique. Unlike “Chum” or other new Odd Future tracks, “WHOA” is a direct throwback to that earlier sound. Thankfully, Earl has traded in the gratuitous references to rape and murder for a few carefully placed lines about drug use and masturbation, which makes them all the more grotesque and intriguing.

Part of the appeal is the juxtaposition of these lines with Earl’s laconic apathy in the video – the dude is floating on filthy water in the middle of a reservoir tank.  Casual…no big deal right?  Regardless of what you think about Earl and Odd Future, whether the video is just weird for the sake of being weird, no one can ignore the hotness of a line like “Get ‘em higher than the pitch of metal tea kettle songs”.  
Doris doesn’t have a release date yet, but if “WHOA” is any indication, it’ll be worth the wait.

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IT’S OVER NINE THOUSAAAANDD!!!

CHA-LA HEAD CHA-LA!! oh hey…sorry about that. So I noticed that my cousin and friends have all decided to plaster their wall with  Dragon Ball videos and i’ve been watching them ALL while I should be doing something that at least resembled work done. Now I would love to sit here and make a lazy ass post about my favorite DBZ episodes but, I doubt any of you would sit here for hours waiting for Goku to get enough spirit from people and living organisms for the Genki Dama. btw, you’re welcome…

Do any of you wish they remade DBZ? and instead of orange and blue outfits they were dressed like total HYPEBEASTS? no? really? guess that’s just me…Check out ‘Human Aliens‘ designs. Here Goten, Trunks, and Gotenks are sporting brands like Bape, Jordan, Adidas, Polo, and Original Fake…Check those Yeezy’s on Trunk’s feet. dope

 
Speaking of wishing. Check this kid out…

I like this kid but a part of me feels bad, because I sort of see a past version of myself in this kid: the escapist, I have no friends, the internet is the only place that accepts me parts. But on the other hand: bahahahaha. What a nimrod! I like Dragon Ball Z too, even though Mr. Popo made me pretty uncomfortable, but I’m pretty sure I never ripped my shirt off my emaciated sad sack torso and screamed bloody murder trying to go super saiyan in my bedroom.

 There is a high probability that this is not real, but I’m just going to disregard that and continue to know that, no matter what, this dude’s day was probably way worse than mine. With 90,000 views and counting, this dude “The Secreted” himself into fame alright, but it wasn’t for saving the world from Vegeta. It was for looking like a dingus. Thanks internet.

Beasts and Hype

Ahh ye olde Nike swoosh. It seems that at everyone I run into these days these days either still is, used to be, or is in the process of ending their “sneaker-head” phase. The vast majority of you need no definition for that phrase, you know exactly what it means to know the release date of every upcoming Dunk, to refresh Nike Talk hourly to see Nike or Bapes newest offering, or to stand freezing cold in front of your local sneaker store (blends) or FootLocker alongside a few other dedicated individuals to grab your size 10.5 Air Jordan before the mobs enter the store hours later. Sneaker collecting and obsessing, what exactly happened to this massive and inescapable trend? Well, let’s figure it out.
I, like some of you, was a certified beast and follower of the trend during its prime. I started slowly mostly around Air Force Ones and quickly skipped from there over to the Vintage Nike and Dunk side of things. I was a frequent poster on at least three separate sneaker forums at a time and slowly began to craft the “internet persona” that has largely and eventually evolved into the situations I now find myself in. I have never had a true job in my life. I have never had the experience of a boss, or daily hours, so I took all sorts of other routes to satisfy my sneaker urge. Sold some Video Games, Sold Candy, Got a job at Hollister of all places, it was all undergone in an attempt to amass the most rubber soled pieces of goodness I could get my hands on. I was fully enraptured in the worlds of swooshes, three stripes, Vans, and Pumps and suddenly it all came to a halting stop.At some point along the line I completely lost the fire. Sneakers could not hold my interest and before long I was no longer frequenting any of the old sneaker haunts. Release dates, new Jordan drops, I was completely ignorant, it was right around this time that I began to focus on clothing. To some extent, it was surely the clothing that pulled my attention away. At that point I was focused on purchasing 80 dollar Bathing Ape t-shirts instead of 200 limited edition Nikes. At the same time though, something a little deeper was taking place and I feel like I began to make a realization about the obsession I had invested so much time into.

I feel that sneaker culture has been more or less ruthlessly exploited by corporations and big names that have abused what was once an original movement. As with many subcultures, once a corporate CEO realizes that they can manipulate and twist what was once an original institution in order to generate extra funds the life is slowly but surely sucked out of the practice, in this case sneakers. When Nike, Reebok, and Adidas began to realize the following they have developed and focus on making releases specifically for the “sneaker-head” audience, the essential cool that once set the genre apart began to crumble.

When it began to feel like I was being sold sneakers rather than hunting to find a rare pair merely issued by a big name, it immediately lost the appeal it once had. I got into sneaker collection aspect of the culture not only because I always had a massive love for the design and aesthetic, but because it was something underground, something not everyone did. I could spot another sneaker head a mile off and I would know he recognized my inclusion in the same subculture but no words were needed. Every was a participant in a long practiced trade of collection and appreciation without the direction of corporate overhead. Once the big names realized how they could expand their profit margin, the genre went to hell and back again. Poor releases that were somehow supposed to appeal to the sneaker collector’s whim, and in general a lack of realization that they’re not being involved was essential to the appeal of their shoes.


Don’t get me wrong, I am still an ardent lover of a vintage Nike or Jordan silhouette. I still will purchase a great pair of shoes when the opportunity arises. But you will never find me organizing them by box, or cleaning them with a toothbrush these days. Not this year, and not for the past years have I devoted any major amount of time into acquiring a specific pair. I still have love for those who collect and obsess but I really cannot partake in the madness any longer. With that being said, if anyone ever see’s a pair of OG Bred Jordan 1’s size 10.5 on eBay…all notions aside I will revert to every puddle hopping, tooth brush cleaning, blog obsessing sneakerhead tendency I just condemned in order to purchase them.

Here Comes a New Challanger!


GUESS WHO SUCKAS! Here’s the polyvore for myself. featuring relaxed black skinny jeans. Tailored jean jacket and fitted HEATHER GRAY hoodie should be worn like the combo pictured below. This gettup also features zebra striped supreme edition Vans authentics and supreme backpack and Gray beanie (no logo) which should be worn like the rapper T.I, but less stupid.

-justin