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An Open Letter To Kid Cudi.

Posted in reviews. by Jason Mekkam on May 31, 2010

Dear Scott Ramon Seguro Mescudi,

(Yes. Goverment name. It’s that serious)

To rephrase a question a wise man once asked:

Cudi do I look like a bitch?

I’ve concluded you must think so. Because that’s the only logical explanation for why you tried to fuck me like one last weekend.

Scene: May 27. Eugene, Oregon. Cuthbert Amphitheater. 9:13 PM.

On average the Town of Tracks receives about eleven days of rain in the month of May. This made buying a ticket to see you a gamble from the jump. Yet unfazed by this I was as I boldly purchased my document granting admission to your outdoor performance. ‘To hell with it’ I figured. This is college. As countless instances of waiting till the last possible minute to start an eight page paper worth a quarter of my final grade or draining my bank account for a pair of $200 Nike SB Dunks a week before rent’s due illustrate, the taking of unnecessary risks has always been the defining characteristic of my collegiate career. Who was I to stop then?

Anyways Mother Nature must be a G.O.O.D. Music lover because she was lookin real good on Saturday. Sixty-six degrees, sunny, and not a cloud in the sky. Nice weather. Not to mention the Cuthbert itself had all the necessary ingredients a dope ass show requires.

Sold out show/at capacity crowd?


Alcohol being served at the gate accompanied by the harmonious transferals of blunts from one audience member to the next?


Hella bitches in attendance? (As the kids say of course). And decent opening acts?

Check and check.

Given all this, Mr. Solo Dolo I ask you: WTF happened? Please. Tell. Me. I really want to know. Because I can honestly say that was hands down one of the worst performances I’d ever seen.




Posted in music. by Jason Mekkam on May 25, 2010

Just a lil something to break the monotony..

Vodpod videos no longer available.

From my favorite rapper (right now): Curren$y.

I know in a Nah Right?/2Dopeboyz world, where cats are constantly droppin new tapes and visuals before the time it takes you to finish this sentence, this joint is mad old. Ancient even. I mean February was like forever ago..

But who cares. Real freshness never expires.

I had the good fortune of havin this song come up on my iPod today after putting it on that shuffle mode so I just thought I’d be nice and share it.

You’re welcome.


Posted in visuals. by Jason Mekkam on May 21, 2010

“I’m really too young to be feelin this old” – Jimmy Brooks.

A zebra’s average lifespan is about 25 years.

That means if I was black and white with stripes all over I’d be facing extinction in approximately 3/4 of a presidential term.

Hella depressing.

In the face of such grim knowledge, I did what any reasonable college student would do.

I got faded.

To celebrate me turning the big deuce deuce, the roommates decided to throw me a lil soiree (vocab word!).


We go hard.

I Fucks With Raisin Bran.

Posted in truth. by Jason Mekkam on May 19, 2010

People sleep on Raisin Bran.

But not I. I’ve been messing with the flakes n’ raisins for a hot minute.

The stuff is delicious.

And mad nutritious.

Believe dat.


Posted in visuals. by Jason Mekkam on May 18, 2010

Socks thought it would be a good idea for me to save this little gem from Facebook photo album purgatory.

We came across this street performer at Seattle’s infamous Pikes Place Market.

With so many acts trying their hardest to sing, dance, and drum a couple dollars out of your pocket and into their opened guitar cases, I guess o’ dude thought it’d be best to do something that made him stand out.

Multitask man.


Oh well.

Can’t knock the hustle..

Heres more pics from the city that Griffey made..

Good times.


Posted in reviews., visuals. by Jason Mekkam on May 17, 2010

Fact: 85% of live hip-hop shows suck.

Being the avid connoisseur of all things lyrical that I be, this pains me. I suppose tho some of the blame has to be placed upon the nature of the beast itself. Unless an MC is backed by a live band (which is a major win for everybody), rappers more often than not succumb to the mercy of sporadic disc jockeys, faulty sound equipment, or wack venue acoustics.

Fully aware of this discouraging truth, however, I still attend. Out of hope. Or delusion. Or whatever. As I’ve said: I’m a microphone fiend. I need my fix. But on the occasions when I do hit up a show that breaks the cycle of suck, shit’s a lot like finding that lone onion ring in an order of medium-sized Burger King french fries. Fucking amazing.

Enter Wiz Khalifia.

Last Saturday, the crew and I made five-hour long trek up north to catch the Pittsburg native and Paper Planes alum perform live at the Nectar Lounge in Seattle. Everything about the show was on point. Very chill. The Nectar, located in Seattle’s Fremont District, is a small bar/lounge which was a major plus in my book. Smaller shows are my fave. Way more intimate (pause). Also, the concert was 21+ which meant drinks. Lots o’ drinks. I was double fisting pretty much the whole night (pause. again damn it yall. again. yall).

Fashawn opened things up and put the crowd in a good mood. Then Young Khalifa came out and simply killed it. Kid definitely has stage presence for days. And the sound was great. A couple minutes into his set, the whole thing felt more like a house party than a concert. Real comfortable like. The audience was feeling it. Mad shits and giggles all around. Before long everyone was singing along, word for word. I most def thought the place was fittin to explode by the time In The Cut came on. Bananas indeed.

So to Young Khalifa, kudos I give. Thank you for a very legit performance/renewing my faith.

Taylor gang or die.

If you ever get a chance to see Wiz live, I highly recommended it. Doctor’s orders. And if you’re one of the three people who haven’t already, please do yourself a favor and download his latest mixtape Kush and Orange Juice stat.

Check out more pics from the concert..