Posts Tagged ‘big boi’

Run The Jewels= Killer Mike + El-P

Check it out. Hip-Hop that’s more intricately written/performed/produced than most of the top billboard charters, and well worth a listen AND a free download (link below). Big Boi shows up at the end of the track ‘Banana Clipper’–almost as an add on to the song, but still very present and unique in his Daddy Fat Sax way.¬†

The video for ’36” chain’ is pretty wild, as well. Google it.

 

http://www.foolsgoldrecs.com/runthejewels/

Image

 

 

INSIDE OUTSIDE LANDS

A week later and I’m still shocked at how quiet it is being home. Hearing music for 3 straight days at San Francisco’s, Outside Lands Music Festival, blew me away. I don’t think I’ve ever been so happily exhausted at the end of the day. Here are some moments that stood out in my very first music festival experience:

Beck, live, sounds pretty much like Beck on CD. Rockin’ out to many classics and fun singing along with everyone in the crowd to songs like “Loser,” “Where it’s At” and “Devil’s Haircut.”

Die Antwoord…just as crazy as their music videos. Silly and fun to watch. Lots of jumping around while my friend who came with me and I chanted over and over again “I think you freaky and I like you a lot.” Their stuff just gets in your head and doesn’t leave.

Would have liked to hear more Andrew Bird, but it was hard jumping around from stage to stage. Maybe a more intimate setting for Andrew Bird would be better.

Neil Young. Very cool that I got to see him, since he’s still kickin’ it in the music world after 40+ years.¬†Disappointed¬†that I didn’t get to hear my 2 favorite songs live–Heart of Gold and Old Man. He played a lot of new stuff. One thing was called something like “Walk Like Giants.” It was reealllly long and the final 5+ minutes of it, all of the musicians would play a loud, reverberating note every 4-8 seconds. People in the crowd were saying “What the f*** is going on here?” because it just didn’t seem to end, but then I realized that they were creating the effect of giant’s footsteps, and it became more interesting. Not sure how many people recognized that in the audience. I’m guessing not that many because a lot of people were upset with what he chose to play.

Alabama Shakes were great. The lead singer lady can really belt it out. The field was PACKED and everyone was groovin’.

Big Boi was a lot of fun. I ended up right in the front middle of the huge crowd by myself. I lost my friend. Despite that, I enjoyed dancing to classic Outkast songs and songs from the last Big Boi album with random people around me and throwin’ down the A-town down hand sign with thousands of others. I guess if I could rep any southern state it would be Atlanta. I love the hip hop that comes out of there. Big Boi is coming out with another album in the winter. I heard some new song that I really loved called Gossip…something? Not sure. Anyway, Andre 3000 where are you? I’ve kept my heart 3 stax!

Sigur Ros was dreamy. Definitely a show to watch while on some sort of drugs…not that I was on these said drugs.

Regina Spektor was all that I had hoped. I would love to see her in a smaller space. I knew all the lyrics and she is really talented. Actually since I left Outside Lands 2 people have told me I look like Regina Spektor. Must be that eastern european #swag. ha

Stevie Wonder was amazing. So much fun. He was just running from one great classic to the next. One magical moment was when all of the audience and himself were singing “Imagine.” Imagine thousands of people all singing this! Intense. I loved how he invited the audience to participate, gave us harmonies to sing and cracked jokes about himself. The people on stage with him really added to the show. During the last 15 minutes of Stevie Wonder (After he sang “Don’t You Worry Bout A Thing”) my friend and I literally sprinted a mile from the front of the stage at Stevie Wonder to the far end of where all the music stages were to catch Skrillex. It was so trippy running in the dark and weaving between thousands of people facing us (and the stage). It reminded me of dodging NYC tourists in the summer….except Golden Gate park was pretty¬†frigid during those few days.

Skrillex looked like an alien party. Tons of colored strobe lights pointed their rays over the audience. Everyone was dancing and we were both glad that we had run all the way to catch the last 15 minutes of it. 

 

To see photos I took of everything from Outside Lands visit my Instagram–screen name is Stellula

outside lands

Outside Lands. Sitting in the polo field.

We’ve all heard about Coachella, but have you heard about Outside Lands Festival? Perhaps a less strict more eclectic version of a music festival, OLF is a 3 day music festival located in Golden Gate Park in San Francisco. Not only does it feature musicians of the past and present but it boasts a wide array of local restaurants bringing their favorite noshes,wine and beer tastings and art–all within the gates.

Here is my personal Outside Lands music lineup:

Friday- Beck, Die Antwoord, Andrew Bird, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Justice

Saturday-Zola Jesus, Alabama Shakes, Big Boi, Passion Pit, Sigur Ros

Sunday-Franz Ferdinand, Regina Spektor, Jack White, Stevie Wonder, Skrillex

 

More on my first big music festival experience afterwards!

Image

Live from NYC

Posted: January 25, 2012 in getting personal, Music, NYC
Tags: , , , ,

Music’s tie to memories is something that intrigues me. I was dating this guy once upon a time and the music we enjoyed together was never the same alone. I’m totally over this guy, but the song “Darlin'” by The Beatles still reminds me of him and the woods in North Carolina. “Fast Car” by Tracy Chapman undoubtedly brings me back to a childhood memory of being in the passenger’s seat of my mom’s car while “Jumpin’ Jumpin'” by Destiny’s Child reminds me of my sweet 16th birthday, in which my friends and I performed a dance in my living room..¬†

There’s no stopping music being tied to memories. I’ve gone a year without listening to whole albums because they were attached to memories I was trying to forget. The memories are still there and so is the music. Actually, there have been studies with Alzheimer’s patients or people with brain damage and memory loss who become transported in time through music. In an otherwise confusing world, through music these people become lucid within that memory. (The movie ‘The Music Never Stopped’ is a nice portrayal of this phenomenon. Warning: It’s a tear-jerker.)

I thought my last post while living in NYC discussing my own music and NYC memories would be fitting.

Empire State of Mind- Jay Z

Boy, was I lucky! I just moved to NYC and the biggest song on the radio was all about it. “Concrete jungle where dreams are made. There’s nothing you can’t do.” This song captured my exact mentality at the time. I was living in Harlem tutoring and mentoring¬†underprivileged youth. It was their song. It was my song. I heard it pretty much every day–in the bodega, from a car blasting it through rolled down windows on 125th. It was inspiring and hopeful. Listening to it now takes me back to that sweaty summer in Harlem, to those kids I became close to, and to the idea that it’s all going to be okay.

Sir Luscious Leftfoot: The Son of Chico Dusty- Big Boi

My second summer in NYC, I had this album on repeat. I was proud to have discovered this release myself and to have shown it to a couple important/close people to me who ended up loving it. It’s really a great album. It’s rare that I find several songs on one album that I enjoy. It reminds me of being confident. I finally felt at ease in NYC–like I was a New Yorker. I was giving people directions, meeting new people, starting new jobs, and I felt on top of the world. On the contrary, this album reminds me of 2 people whom I don’t really speak to anymore. In that respect, the album has become tainted.¬†

 

Nevermind-Nirvana

Yeah, I know…a little late on this, but I only just started listening to Nirvana in NYC. I developed a minor crush on Kurt Cobain while in this city. Luckily, for me, that crush wont lead to anything dramatic like my obsession with Johnny Depp and the resulting Johnny Depp scrap book crafted by yours truly. RIP. Anyway, Kurt and Nirvana never fail to get me through my aggravated episodes where I’d like to jump on my bed like an angsty teen if my bed wasn’t abut to break just by sitting on it. (i.e bad day at work, upset with how my life is going, guy problems, friend problems, etc.)Image