hello. remember that "content" i promised you? well... here is a mix from Ben Manzone, one of my friends, and highly underrated NYC dj. He does a monthly party called FOREAL PEOPLE in Brooklyn. He also saw Vision Of Disorder play a zillion times. You may have heard me play some of his edits on my many travels through this great land of ours...
Track listing: Calender - Hypertension Jo.Boyer - Isabelle and The Rain Family Tree - Family Tree Black Ivory - What Goes Around (Comes Around) The Escorts - Make Me Over Tony Silvester - Cosmic Lady Carl Carlton - I Wanna Be With You The Masqueraders - Runaway Slave Members Only Edit Omar S - Oasis # 14 Glenn Underground - Black Action Peven Everett - Take Away My Sunshine Armando - Don't Take It Omar S - Set It Out Three Chairs - Congo Mambo Erotic Drum Band - Jerky Rhythm People's Choice - Hey Everybody(Party Hardy) Kenix - There's Never Been No One Like You Family Underground - All We Have Is A Song Beres Hammond - Do This World A Favour
back on the fucking plane in 3 more days... Labor Day weekend. more info as it comes.
Thu Aug 28 – Guatelinda - Los Angeles, CA (with Black Disco) Fri Aug 29 – Office Bar– San Diego, CA Sat Aug 30 – Theatre Telus – Montreal, QC (with Calvin Harris) Sun Aug 31 – Butterfly Social– Chicago, IL (with Farley ‘Jackmaster’ Funk) Mon Sept 1 – The Social – Toronto, ON
i'll be djing London at Fabric this weekend, as well as sneaking on the wheels of steel at a few other gigs low key style this weekend. hit me up for infoz. this would be my third time in London this year. zoinks. i plan on going back again as well. i love london. pounds rule.
Friday August 22nd - London at FABRIC - ROOM ONE with Erol Alkan , Pat Mahoney and Disco Bloodbath djs
the following week i begin what appears to be a west coast excursion.
hello. so as you may or may not know, we moved from scenic jersey city to a much nicer area. when we moved we switched post offices (thank god). ever since we moved we have experienced something we havent experienced in a long time: efficiency. we feel this post office is a new beginning for us. some of you have emailed us surprised by the speed in which their mail arrived. we couldn't be happier. if there are any more issues with the mail email us. but i doubt there will be any more problems.
also we have been receiving some returned mail thanks to the jersey city post office. many of you have received emails from us and we are returning what we have been sent back. that would be a few of the fabled "spring bundles"... remember that fiasco?
anyway, we are running very low on tote bags and shirts, so if you want one i would order it soon. Those designs will not be made anymore after we run out of these. We are also down to the copies of the Farah 12" and IN THE CITY 12"... As you know we wont repress these, but they are available thru all of your favorite digital outposts if you so feel inclined.
freeway is one of the most underrated rappers in my opinion. this is an ultimate summer jam. i remember the summer it came out it was blasted from all the car stereos. from the golden age of pre-reggaeton.
the instrumental version is hypnotic. the vocal version is sick and has some of my favorite freeway lyrics. angry shit about doing what it takes to feed his kids. seems to be the theme of the song. even a pre- corny Jay-Z makes an appearance. more lazy summer posting! gigs coming soon.
vocal version http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4FLjP1ayqIU
Man if I get rocked, this shit for my kids nigga It's that real shit... We still hustle 'til the sun come up Crack a 40 when the sun go down It's a cold winter Y'all niggaz better bundle up And I bet it be a hotter summer, grab a onion Yes the ROC gets down, you hot now, listen up Don't you know cops' whole purpose is to lock us down? And throw away the key But without this drug shit your kids ain't got no way to eat, huh? We still try to keep Mom...smilin'... Cuz when the teeth stop showin' and the stomach start growlin' Then the heat start flowin' If you from the hood I know you feel me If a sneak start leanin' and the heat stop workin' Then my heat start workin' I'm-a rob me a person Catch a nigga sleepin' while he out in the open...and I'm-a get him We gotta raise our kids while we livin' Make a million off-a record bail my niggaz outta prison Fuck a Bentley or a Lexus just my boys in the squadder Nigga talk reckless then I hit 'em with the Smif 'n... But I'm never snitchin' I'm a rider If my kids hungry snatch the dishes out ya kitchen I'll be wylin' til they pick me outta line-up... We keep the nines tucked, chopped dimes up, rap about it Wyle out, fuck niggaz up, laugh about it I'm not tryin' to visit the morgue but Freeway move out 'til I sit with the Lord 'Til I...get my shit together, clean up my sins Freeway got it in like 10 in the mornin' And I can get it to ya like 10 while you yawnin' mang... Still deliver the order mang! And I ain't talkin' bout chicken and gravy mang! I'm talkin' bout bricks 'o ye-yo, halves and quarters 4 and a halves of hash you do the math Swing past us scoop up your daughter She wanna roll wit' a thug that rap, you do the math He won't blast 'til my stacks in order mang! [Jay-Z] ...MANG! Lemme get 'em Free Hove never slackin' mang, zippin' in the black Range Faster than the red ghost, gettin' ghost wit' Pac-Mang One-time know a got a knack to get that change Leader of the black gang, R-O-C mang Bang like T-Mac, ski mask air it out Gotta kill witnesses 'cause Free's beard's stickin' out Y'all don't want no witness shit, we squeeze hammers mang Bullets breeze by you, like Lousiana mang... But I gotta feed Tianna mang... So I move keys you can call me the Piano Man Rain...sleet, hail...snow man Slang dough, E, hydro man... [Beanie Sigel] ...no, B. Sige in the third lane Gramps still prayin' workin on my nerves man... Like, Son you gotta get your soul clean... Before they blow them horns like Coltrane... But still I cry tears of a hustler Wipe tears from my mother, pull out beers for her brothers... That's above us, make beds for the babies Tuck kids under covers, buy cribs for their mothers Shit I'll probably be wylin' with their fathers Tell Ms. Robert, tell Enijah that I'm ridin' for her father That's like my brother, like same mother different father Any problems dog know I got 'em And still we grind from the bottom Just to make it to the bottom sold crack in the alleyways Still gave back Marcy a Dollar Day Real gangstas make hood holidays They ain't thank us but we still paid homage mang Soul Food Sunday lookin' like Big Momma's mang Tell the gang I never break my promise mang...mang...unnh!
hello, here are some gigs that Mike Simonetti is djing this month of August 2008. Im taking it slow this summer to hang out with the little man as much as i can. More will be added, but this is what i can remember off the top of my head, , , , but to be honest im so tired that i cant remember anything! ------------