Just found this on Google. I used to have this on my wall as a moody teenager. Please excuse this self indulgent post.
Archive for August, 2009
Old School
Monday, August 10th, 2009RIP Baatin
Sunday, August 2nd, 2009Back in the days when I lived a year of hell in Leeds I could only afford a record every few months. I used to switch the price tags on the records in HMV and nine times out of ten they didn’t even check. I copped many a LP for the price of a 12”. Fantastic Voyage Vol.2 by the legendary Slum Village was ‘purchased’ like this and it kept me going for months. I didn’t even yearn for other records. Good news for HMV.
Jay Dee, T3 and Baatin. Soul food. Detroit soul food. Deep and simple, stoned grooves with snappy laid back rhymes. Summer days. Weed scented. Similar in vibe to latter period ATCQ (who were produced by Slum Village aka The Ummah). Super producer Jay Dee is dead. Baatin died today. There is only one member left of the original line up. sad news. Never 50 fucking Cent is it? RIP Baatin.
XBox hypocrisy
Sunday, August 2nd, 2009
So I got another XBox then. Weighing it all up and thinking with my wallet 89 Dinars as opposed to 170 for a PS3 means that I had no choice. In fact, the Xbox I got was cheap and basic – no hard drive (i could use my old one) and built in HDMI which was one of the main factors of me getting a PS3. The HDMI cable was cheap (not included natch) so it was a no brainer. I can use my old games and finish off Rainbow 6 Vegas at long last. Shocking. My first experience of HDMI gaming and its awesome. Not sure why but it just is. GTA looks lovely on it. It’s also quieter than my old one and the power supply is smaller. The disc tray is also more robust so it SHOULD last but I doubt it.
The weekend wasn’t great. Friday night was my first chance to hobnob with the big cheeses without needing to dash home to relieve my wife of the day shift. Started off OK. Drinks, small talk, Jokes. It ended with me being driven home as everyone separated out in a establishment full of old Chinese brass (definition 2). The bossman got his driver to drop me off. He went off with a ‘friend’. I think most of them do. Whilst married. I think. I was wasted. Saturday was self-loathing and XBox buying. Today more of the same except with added heartbreak. I don’t know, its kind of like numb at first when they go. Week one its all a novelty and I dare say week 2 will be as well but then weeks 3 and 4 kick in and then it gets really tough. Its kind of like being on a roller coaster – you go up before the big dip. I’m going up now. I’m looking at the calender all the time but I have to get through all of August and a bit of September and however I calculate it it gets no easier to deal with. We Skype as much as possible but its not the same. My son stares at the computer for a few minutes before wandering off. He doesn’t get it so shuts me out. I have to do the same. The hard part is re-opening again when you reunite. It takes time. The forthcoming week promises to be busy so there is something there that will take my mind off things.
47 days to go