Dap bought this inversion chair in order to “hang upside down,” which apparently helps your spine as well as your circulation. It has been sitting in our living room half built since Monday.
I started a new Tumblr to chronicle my boyfriend’s weird online shopping habits, which I thought about doing when a small package came from the UK containing a pair of shoe insoles he ordered online, even though we live one block away from a Walgreens. Then we got this inversion chair in the mail and I was like… yeah. It’s time.
-This is from my boyfriend’s review of the Def Jam and Golf Wang books. It’s written pretty dry for him, but he’s got some zingers in there.
My other favorite part:
“Crew friend Lucas Vercetti (the cover of their latest release is a close-up of his face) makes several appearances in the book. He has a peculiar, virginal, rat-like face. He doesn’t look “American” so much as lunar man-child, of maybe Swedish descent.”
NO ONE EVER TELLS ME SHIT b/w WHAT THE FUCK?!
Julia: yoyo
me: yao
5:39 PM Julia: do you want to come to tibet thing at carnegie hall on 13th? have to turn in backstage list
me: wait what?
what is that?
and yes totally
but what is it
5:40 PM Julia: oh!
um
das racist are playing with a string quartet?
alongside lou reed laurie anderson james blake…
me: what the fuck?!?!
um yeah obviously i want to go to that
Julia: phillip glass is artistic directing?
me: also what the fuck?!?!
dude how did this even happen
Julia: um unclear
Nehru Jackets and The Palm Wine Drinkard
SO, I usually never do this because I am both a music critic/journalist and dating one of the members of Das Racist—live with, actually, am practically married to—and Victor and Hima are both my very good friends and I want to put forth some kind of critical distance because you know, it’s a weird and not always pleasant position to be in, but you can’t help who you fall in love with NAHMEAN, and I don’t even know if there has ever been an instance of a critic and a musician dating on like a real level other than my cousin Tom Velazquez’s best friend Bart Bull, who wrote for Spin in the ’80s and married Michelle Shocked, but now they’re divorced. (Sidebar, my cousin Joe Velazquez, Tom’s brother, wrote for Spin in the ’80s, too. Here is his Devo feature.) So I don’t know if there’s any established PROTOCOL as to how to go about doing this right and above board, but TRUST that I’ve been trying to do this ethically and above board since day one, and also if you guys know of any other critics dating musicians please tell me who so we can form some sort of support group. SOYEAHBUTANYWAY, FUCK IT, YOU ONLY LIVE ONCE: How you gonna call a record that was released by a non-profit community organization of primarily AZNs in QUEENS and features many of said organization’s members RAPPING IN PUNJABI, as not being political? And also, there is a track on Heems’ mixtape called Alien fucking Gonzalez? I will tell you and your whole family all day, I don’t care if you like or dislike DR, it’s your prerogative, obviously if you like them I personally benefit by proxy because it means Ashok will get more money and go on more internet shopping sprees buying odd things like humidifiers and food processors. But like, I make a living having an opinion on things, and I consider myself a fairly progressive person, and I grew up in Wyoming where the state ethos is essentially libertarian, so DO YOU, feel how you feel. My mom doesn’t like Das Racist either. We all have different perspectives, the world is fucking beautiful. But like, shit like the above apolitical remark gets me because it touches on a thing that Hima and Victor and particularly Ashok and I all care about a lot, and that is the place where privilege and race intersect and make people say and do things that are stupid. Like, a lot of people called Relax apolitical, or at least less political than everybody’s fave Sit Down, Man (I liked that mixtape better than Relax, too, dudes). But what those people failed to realize is that with Heems in particular, they were RAPPING ABOUT BEING THE CHILDREN OF BROWN IMMIGRANTS IN A COUNTRY THAT OVERWHELMINGLY DISLIKES BROWN PPL, and where the lives of immigrant brown people are often LEGALLY DIFFICULT but also INVISIBLE. Anyway. As I said before, I’m not mad at anyone’s opinion of their shit, but it does “GET MY GUFF” as we say in Wyoming when people assume just because there’s not a track where specific world leaders are called out, that they’re not being political.
OK, that is the first and last time I will ever do that, now I go back to being MRS. FRIDAY NIGHT. PEACE.
RAPPERS PHOTOGRAPHED IN MY BEDROOM IN FRONT OF MY FRIDA KAHLO PAINTING, VOL. 2: KOOL A.D.
(from Self-Titled magazine)
RAPPERS PHOTOGRAPHED IN MY BEDROOM IN FRONT OF MY FRIDA KAHLO PAINTING, V. 1: HEEMS AND MR. MUTHAFUCKIN EXQUIRE
My boyfriendo, his brother and the in-laws went to Sasquatch Festival and SPIN filmed it for a special episode of “Chillin Island.” Uma and Ravi are frankly way funnier than Ashok and Hari, sorry, but it’s true. Their mom will snap on you with the quickness. WATCH IT
Part of my 11-day travels included a stint at MTV’s Woodie Awards, for which my friends Das Racist were nominated and invited me to tag along. They lost to Kanye West, which is hilarious, plus Lil B should have won. Anyway, I was on the broadcast for like three seconds. Unless I am giving my opinion on something, I do not give a shit about being on television. I do, however, give a shit about being on television WHILE LOOKING AT MY FUCKING BLACKBERRY. Goddammit. You KNOW I was probably tweeting. Goddammit.
TUNE IN TO WFMU AT 7 PM TONIGHT W/ME AND DAP
Ashok Kondabolu aka Dapwell aka my dude and I are going on DJ/Rupture’s WFMU show tonight at 7 PM EST. He is going to talk about being in the rap ensemble Das Racist and not being into all the music I’m going to play, which is all diva-vocaled dance stuff. TUNE IN. There will be a podcast l8r. CHECK IT HERE. There’s a podcast from Das Racist’s appearance a couple weeks ago up there, which Dap missed, which is why he is on my jam. OK THEN.
