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Otherside – Neverending

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To be honest, it’s hard for me to talk about my problems with anyone. I’ve never felt comfortable spilling my guts to family or friends because I’ve always had this keen sense of awareness about the world and all the people that live in it that tells me that they all too have their own problems at hand to deal with; their own ups and downs. Rather than trouble you with negativity, I’ve always been the person to provide light and positivity for those few brief moments that you and I get to spend together and chat. Why bring more drama and bad news into a world full of it at every bend?

But that doesn’t mean that I don’t have my fair share of moments of despair; ripples in time where I’ve momentarily grown sick of some one or some thing.

I recently became a dad. I’ve learned through this journey that there are things and people that you just can’t change, but that when you are a dad none of it really matters because the only thing that matters anymore is your child. There is no more “me”, because it just becomes him or her. There is no room for what you want the world to idealistically be like because your ideologies have to take second or third place to your child.

Then, all those times when you were hurt in life and recovered begin making sense. All that strength that you didn’t even know you were building up comes out to show you just how strong you can be. It is right then that you start to understand that some people and some things have to be the way they are simply for the mere purpose of testing you. And it is through those tests that you are able to unravel parts of you that you didn’t even know you were building throughout your journey.

I’ve missed my shuttle five times
Like I’ve got nowhere to go”

Patience is the one thing that several years ago, I did not have. I would lose my cool for no reason, constantly fuming at and flickering off stupid people at every step; not realizing that it was me who was the stupid one for losing my patience at the most mundane things. I look back and even wonder how I didn’t catch a stroke or something because I’d get so mad at slow drivers and pedantic talkers. In retrospect, it all seems so stupid, but I don’t regret having been that way because it is what has helped me get through the hurdles today. All the bullshit that I’ve gone through in life is serving its purpose now, and it’s still helping me become a better human being and dad because of it.

I wouldn’t trade all the problems that I thought I had in the past for anything in the world because looking back at them today they weren’t even problems. I guess that’s why I’m glad that I never had to talk about them to anyone now. To waste the time of the people that I love would be the real tragedy. Instead I would brush things off to the side and enjoy my moments with them, and I think that’s what I will teach my son to do too. It’s true what they say about sometimes our problems being nothing in comparison to what the rest of the world is going through. In that case, I’ve had a blessed life, and a very happy one, and that’s what he will have too. Nothing less.

I love you Greysen.

I’ve missed my side of fire
Breathing cold air down bellow
Oh! never-ending Winter
until you came along”

Honorable mention goes to the sped up remix of this by Pascal Junior, which equally rocks; in case you need a pick-me-up right now, that is.

BOGART – Square One Freestyle


hit the haze and I’m fearing that the day’s disappearing”

Mike and I drove through PCH from Topanga to link with Doug at The Bungalow in Santa Monica yesterday for a power meeting of chess plays we’re about to make in the same music industry that brought us all together over 8 years ago. Yesterday was dope. From day drinks and some serious brainstorming to dinner at Giorgio Baldi, our Cali hang felt like all we did was trade the cooler winds and hi rise views of NYC for warmer ocean breezes and Hollywood sunsets off the coast, because everything else was still the same.

That’s what I dig about this next freestyle by BOGART titled “Square One”. The title in itself reminding me of our humble beginnings, back in our New York City Times Square recording studio when Mike, Ror, Doug and I decided to join forces and get into business together. It was in those days that we got to rape and pillage all of the city’s finest establishments as if they were going out of style. We’d work our asses off all day and then party all night until the next morning, and then do it all over again. We took that “Work Hard, Play Harder” cliche and redefined that sucker, but we did it with a hell of a lot of style and pizzaz.

Anyway, that’s all this track right here is, a piece of something familiar to me. The groove, the delivery of the lyrics, the soulful samples and the energy. That’s exactly every element that made our hang yesterday what it was. Lucky for us, this coming weekend Ror comes to LA too, so we’ll be doing it all over yet once again.


Sofi Tukker – Drinkee

One of the challenges of being known as the “music guy” at a party and people automatically assuming you want to play the role of the DJ. Sometimes a music guy just wants to passively go through life like everyone else and enjoy whatever random soundtrack the world provides. The problem is that despite access to worlds catalog of music every body still plays the same shit, all the time. Now I get it, nothing feels as good as a crowd in the drunk zone raging to Hotline Bling but damnit man, how many times are we going to relive that first moment we heard Hotline Bling at a party? People are always talking about how fast everything moves these days, bullshit! The more things change the more they stay the same, I think that’s how it goes.

I say all of that because I’ve been known to make a couple of cheesy trap parties in the hills go tropical when entrusted with the mighty aux chord. It’s a risky maneuver these days since playing something that isn’t birthed or validated in the ghettos of Tumblr, Vine or Instagram is always initially met with strange looks and hesitation. We crave to be injected with more Drake or Taylor Swift and these days anytime in the unknown can be an unnerving experience. But there’s nothing shy about tropical music, Dembow hits as hard or harder than any club music, Baile funk needs no validation and once those beats get the girls going, I’ve seen the lamest to the too-cool-for-school spend an entire night dancing out of whatever character they’re trying to be. Leaving our corporate ghettos from time to time is a beautiful thing.

So on that note, we’re posting this Sofi Tukker jam to break from the monotony. Get a little Brazilian genre destroying vibes on your mind, enjoy.

WDL – Stardust (Feat Elliphant)

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If you never heard the “Rebirth Of Slick” by Digable Planets then take 3 minutes to google it, youtube it, listen to it and come back.

Now that you’ve heard that gem, think about the female singer on it, Mary Ann “Ladybug Mecca” Vieira, and then add a little Lauryn Hill and listen to this next funktified, soon-to-be space age classic as I tell you a story.

It was a rainy Saturday morning in the fall and the streets of SoHo were empty. The leaves were all but gone off the trees, the cold air reminding me that Winter was just a breath away. As I walked across Spring St. heading towards the west side of the city, I cut a right onto sixth ave and then a quick left heading into the West Vill. Coming up to her door I kept asking myself what I was doing there yet again. At a place where love never existed. A place where any remnants of lust that had been left were now completely gone.

She opened the door in her silk gown and I stepped in to a world that I never did fit into.

I used to believe that opposites attracted up until then. But I guess there is such a thing as “too opposite for one another” because that’s the only definition I can find for what we were. Her life had been full of structure and plans that planned for more plans. My life has been a long skateboard ride, coasting the endless streets and sidewalks, stopping at cafes to write and people watch never knowing at which corner I would turn next. I’d always let the moment tell me where to go. Always let the energy pull me in to a place rather than reserve a seat somewhere I had never even seen.

She would say that I grew up too fast because of the way life approached me. I would say that she didn’t get to grow up at all because life is to be dated instead of fucked. She loved to take life “by the horns”, as she would say, and I preferred to walk alongside it holding its hands.

That day we fucked for the last time, and then she took me to the Mayor’s Ball at Gracie Mansion. Her fancy law firm represented him, so I had to trade my chucks and sweats for a tuxedo and some shiny shoes that wouldn’t transport me any fucking where when I tried clicking their heels together. It was then that flashes of my life kept running through my mind.

In the limo, as I stared out towards the wet streets of Manhattan I kept seeing memories of me staring out graffiti-filled windows of trains. As we rode up Madison towards the Upper East side, all I could see were the stores on Liberty Ave in Brooklyn from when I was young, and then this deep slow breath in my chest that couldn’t help feeling how wild of a ride life could be.

At that ball I would meet drug dealers dressed up as politicians and bullies dressed up as sergeants or captains. The masks they wore were ridiculous to me. There were perverts and drug addicts too. Gamblers, scumbags, thieves, child and woman abusers, you name it and it was there, except that they all wore fancy gowns and suits and somehow believed that these rags, their salaries and their pathetic titles could hide who they truly were. It was then that I wanted to hop back on the skateboard that got me there, hit the streets and leave this weird world that had always existed right outside of mine.

After that evening I never saw her again. After that evening, I never saw anything else the same again either. Life, how some people lived it, seemed foul to me. How money and power could dictate if you spend your days in a jail cell hidden away or at fancy balls celebrating bullshit people who do nothing to change the world.

So what that I’m just a writer to them, at least as a writer I have nothing to mask’, I thought to myself. At least as I writer I can change the way people think for the better instead of going in the same circles our society is going in today as everyone races for themselves instead of one another.

After that night I began to appreciate my life and that skateboard that got me to every place that I have visited and every person I have met. Sure, sometimes there are obstacles on those paved streets that make the ride a bit bumpy. And yes, from time to time you get thrown off of your skateboard. But I’d rather ride alongside life and see it for what it is than to try to devour it only ingesting its empty calories.

If we could stay true then us could be free.”

NoMBE – Kemosabe


She made damn sure we
Never gon’ be friends”

It took me a few failed relationships to learn how to not to become friends with my significant other’s friends. Things just got weird whenever I somehow thought that things between me and them could remain the same or even cool after a breakup. I guess that’s part of loving too much. I guess that’s why when I was younger I’d get hurt at every new corner and every turn of the clock. And then little by little I started to find a balance, becoming cordial and unattached to the baggages of others. I say baggage because essentially that’s what they become especially when things don’t go right.

V was one of the few exes that wanted nothing to do with me after our split. Her friends even less to do with me than her. It wasn’t that we had a horrible split or anything like that. In fact, we simply grew apart and over our little youthful love story. It was just that this was how they were. V and her friends were a tight-knit crew of Hell’s Kitchen kids that went to school their entire lives together. I’m talking preschool to High School here. It’s rare to find that kind of camaraderie in the city nowadays, but that’s what they had and I don’t blame them for being the way they were. It was with that relationship that I understood and saw what loyalty looked like. I mean, I thought I had loyalty amongst my crew of friends, but they took the cake because they had created the mold for it.

its wild if i think about it
our lives are tied yet divided”

After those days I started to find my place in relationships. I’d give more of me whenever it was asked for, and played the background whenever it wasn’t and we were hanging with her friends. Finding my place didn’t mean being a recluse or playing second fiddle to anyone else. Nah. Finding my place simply meant responding to how she wanted me to respond in those moments. That’s how I was able to find what I did and didn’t want out of a relationship. That’s how I figured out that I want someone who is as considerate as me, and that considerate people are not a dime a dozen. In fact, considerate people in relationships are like fucking unicorns, so if you manage to have one make sure you capture it forever and never let it loose because regret is exhausting and hearts are simply not meant to race.

Those last two R&B references (if you caught them) are a shout out to this incredible tune you are already listening to or about to hit play on by NoMBe. It’s a dose of Space Age R&B, as we like to say. The kind of futuristic love-making music that hits the highest peaks of sensuality with its smooth yet rugged vocals, and keeps you switching positions with its transitions of sounds that end up feeling more like a painter’s brushstrokes than a producers fingers.

Adele – Hello (Ozzie Beats)

Obviously Adele has ravaged the internet after a hiatus for four years.

What I think is most impressive is not just her ability to come back and regain the top spot once more as the female artist, but her ability to continually find new ways of telling a similar love story, albeit unique enough to her but vague enough so we, the listeners, feel this is a direct reflection of our lives. Again.

I asked the question of people I interview a lot of “How many lovers does it take to make a love song? Or a love album for that matter?” It seems there are people you can love who can inspire a heartbreaking album or a magical love who inspires just a one night song.

I send the original track to my mum (music advisor for love songs) and she simply wrote back: “I think this person she is singing about has dated all of us at some point.” When you really think about it though, the song is about dumping someone. It didn’t work out. There is something about the feeling of reaching out to the person after and the genuine care if they are better or happy realising they don’t have the same interest. Are people more like chapters in the book rather than the narrative of it?

Why do you feel like you need to apologise after the damage is done?

F*** the monoculture

It’s just the same-same, the world that gets created — everyone is trying to optimize for money.

Monoculture is a world of chains and banks and every top 40 hit written by the same four people. We all need to fight for a more diverse culture.”

TRAVI$ SCOTT – Drugs You Should Try It (Moxie Raia Cover)

My brain is a hypocrite.

The more I try to make sense or peace with thoughts there is a contradiction. Trying to fill the holes in arguments before the first punch of words is thrown.

I don’t want to live with you. I don’t want to live alone.

I want to move. I hate living out of a suitcase.

I want to miss you. It makes it easy to leave because I leave early. 

I want to be good in bed. I hate sleeping with new people.

I want to have perfect boobs. I am scared of getting a boob job because you might judge me.

I want to be one of the boys. Girls and I don’t get along as well, they just don’t like me.

I want to write more. I want to be stoned so I can stop being anxious but I can’t write then.

I want to have closer friends. I am scared to open up to new people.

I tell stories of my past lives to people I meet at bars. I think people think I am lying when I am drinking. 

I don’t know where home is for me. I like being a nomad.

I envy people who have stuff and collections of weird shit and decorate places they have lived in for years. I hate the commitment of wall paint. 

I feel the pangs of adulthood just as strongly as I do the throws of adolescence. I read stories people write about travelling and life changes and think they sound contrived as much as they do inspirational. Like this song, it is just reminiscing about the person she was and what she did.

“We was the bang we never heard before.”

I am convinced I am en route to being the crazy person at the end of the bar with too much hair and stories that are so bizarre they could be believable. With the voice of Rihanna and the lyrics of the Weeknd, this song is hypnotic and claws at the dark parts of your thoughts and suits the crazy lady at the end of the bar.

Brika – It Wasn’t Me (Shaggy Cover)


I’m figuring out that true love is less about finding one’s other half and more about finding energies that you love selflessly. I know that many of you think you love selflessly, but in my experience that’s a fucking unicorn because unless we are talking about your own children, then rarely does anyone truly know what that even means.

I look back at all the relationships I’ve had and I shake my head in disbelief at how foolish I and the other girl always were. The girl is irrelevant because that always changed—one today, another tomorrow. It was the fooleries we told ourselves in order to prove some sort of unbreakably invisible pact we would name real or true love. That’s the shit I laugh about in retrospect because knowing what I know today it all seems so childish; like two kids in a sandbox who are officially dating because they held hands there all day.

True love is selfless love. It’s that simple. And to be honest I’m not even going to ask how many of you out there have had selfless love for someone that you were romantically involved with because your still immature ass is going to raise your hand. The truth is that none of you have. Shake your head in disgust, LOL in vain, but if you had experienced selfless love romantically for another person then you the two of you will die together. That kind of shit doesn’t exist in our society anymore. We’ve grown way too selfish; way too involved in the “me”. 

Brika rocked this classic cover of Shaggy’sIt Wasn’t Me”. It’s fun, it keeps the original’s playfulness and it reminds me, while making me laugh, of all the times it was a perfect listen for what was happening in my once completely immature love life back then. It’s also a good listen if you’re catching the sunset in Malibu like I am right about now, or if you’re just laying in your bed in NYC wondering what treasures tomorrow might just bring.

Fono – Everybody Knows (Feat. Anna Straker)


Starting your week the way you start your day is key, that’s why today’s tune is perfect. It’s a bright and energy-filled taste of sunshine, and it’s going to put you in the most excellent mood. Who doesn’t like to start their days and work weeks happy?

It’s important that when you wake up you understand that the day ahead can be whatever you want it to be. It can be a great day before you even get out of bed, and understanding that you are the one in complete control of how your day goes is clutch to that. Negative people are products of negative programming. This is due to their programmers (parents or parental figures) and how their programmers dealt with their own experiences. That is why it is so hard to deprogram another human from the only things they know  because it is YEARS of programming that have to first be unfolded in order to find the root problems, to then be reprogrammed by understanding where the faults lie and how to counteract them. It’s the same dilemma, on the opposite side of the spectrum, found with students attempting to become computer scientists today ( It takes years to become an expert at something, the same way it takes years to detach a human from lifelong habits that could be affecting their state of being as well as mind. It is only when a dedicated individual wants to become more positive that deprogramming can actually work.

On an easier note, for those of you that are already positive or have already started being more positive in your everyday lives, the simplicity of the method is easy. All you have to do is smile when you wake up, tell yourself that you’re going to have an amazing day and be grateful for everything you see: the sun shining, the delicious cup of coffee and the smiles that you do get over the ones you don’t as you make your way to work or school. It’s honestly just knowing, feeling and believing that all the good shit that can possibly happen, will.

Remember that everything in life has a balance to it. Ying has Yang, Good has Evil, Day has night, but no one said that you had to pick a side and stick to it forever, and no one said that you even have to live on a side that you never asked for.