Monday, April 26, 2010

Listen To BJ




I'm happy to say that the subgenre of panty-droppin slow-jams is still alive and doing purrdy damn well. Chuuch is in motion. Disfruta.

Sunday, April 25, 2010

Blame The Blow


Thank Ms. 808sandcupcakes for motivating me to dig this one up off my hard drive. Many moons ago, I dropped a single by Coco Sumner, progeny of seminal British rocker Sting. It wasn't as slept on as I thought, since I find myself running into people here and there who think the track is just as dopamine as I thought it was when I first heard it. Still, not enough people are familiar enough with her nor her music. So late last year, ya boy made a mixtape of singles and demos by the raspy contralto as an introduction before her major-label debut this year, but I never posted it. (Sad to say, it's not the only project I neglected to post, but I digress...)

This mix has 13 tracks that capture the startling breadth of the 19-year-old singer/songwriter. I wish I could write like her when I was that age. (Shit, I wish I could write like her now, at 25.) It's pop, but in the best sense of the word (because it's smart too). And regardless of your aural predilections and aversions, you're gonna fuck with this one. Disfruta.


DOWNLOAD

and btw, her first single is out too.

Saturday, April 24, 2010

Open Mic



I'm a recovering undercover over-lover
Recovering from a love I can't get over
Recovering undercover over-lover
And now my common law lover thinks he wants another

*sigh*

And I'd lie for you
I'd cry for you
And pop for you
And break for you
And hate for you
And hate you too
If you want me to
Ah, oooohhh...
I'd pray for you
Crochet for you
Make it from scratch for you
Leave out the last for you
Go to the store for you
Do it some more for you
Do what you want me to
Yes I'm a fool for you...

I'm a recovering undercover over-lover
Recovering from a love I can't get over
I... recovering undercover over-lover
And now my common law lover thinks he wants another

And I'd lie for you
And cry for you
And pop for you
And break for you
And hate for you
And I'll hate you too
If you want me too
I gotta do...
My love for you
Chopped and screwed for you
Pay the rent for you
It's true it's true
Poor Badu...
Thought I was through with you
Guess I'm a fool for you...


-Exeunt-