Guru - should check this hot shit out

From his album Lost and Found - Guru resurrects hip-hop

Beta Beach 2009- Chiddy Bang

It has been announced that the annual concert fiesta known as “Beta Beach” will be taking place on Saturday evening September 5th. This year, the main event will be the party starting rap group known as Chiddy Bang. The Bad Rabbits (aka Eclectic Collective) will be the opener, the same group that opened for Slick Rick in 2007 and Wiz Khalifa in 2008.

I have some very fond memories from Beta Beach 2007, when we were stunned to see an amazing performance by the unknown Eclectic Collective, who at the time was Slick Rick’s house band... Hip hop fans were awed when Slick Rick came out and did a brilliant rendition of his epic classic, “Lodi Dodi.” The only thing missing in my opinion was the sound of Doug E. Fresh beat-boxing in the background. Rocking his gold chains and pimped-out eye patch, Slick Rick brought us back to the 1980s and the dawn of Hip-hop’s golden age.

I was definitely not as impressed by a lackluster performance from sir Wiz Khalifa in 2008, following a sweet opener from the Bad Rabbits. Playing Fugees, Biggie, and Damian Marley covers in addition to a few original songs, Mr. Khalifa was out-performed by the seemingly underrated Rabbit crew.

Always known for being one of the biggest parties of the year, seniors will be happy to know that drinks are free all night long with 21+ identification. Even if Chiddy Bang is absolutely miserable, the presence of the Colgate classic Bad Rabbits and unlimited alcohol make this an event not to be missed.

So hit up the Beta backyard on September 5th for the first big concert of the fall 2009 semester... Plenty of good times to be had.

Welcome Back Week- Brother Ali

Rhymesayers Entertainment recording artist Brother Ali will be performing at Colgate University on Wednesday September 9th, 2009. A must-see for all underground hip hop fans. Featuring opening performances by Colgate’s own Fourte and Swagged Up Squad.

21st - the saga

Although this may seem off the topic of music or Colgate culture, I have decided that because I am a musician and a vital member of the Colgate community that this story that I am about to recall is necessary to all who enjoy momentous birthdays and being severely fucked up. For those of you who are not always bothered by facebook birthday announcements, the weekend before last was my 21st birthday. This post is not to get more birthday wishes, cards or money, rather it is to share my day/night of shenanigans and relay what I have peiced together from second hand reports of my blacked out night in Beantown.

The day began with a tail-gate at Gillette Stadium, 52 beers consumed by five in an hour and a half. Walking into the stadium chanting with the mexican "la barra" discount group, my tally was at 10 drinks, 5:30pm. Watching the revolution get worked over by the galaxy, Beckham sucks, killed three more beers, leaving the stadium at 13 drinks for the day. Before returning to my house for dinner, stopped off at the liqour store and grabbed the biggest bottle of Belvedere alive. By the time I made it to the bar on Newbury street, I was at 17 drinks. I remember up to the point in the story. It was around this time that the citizens of the bar got wind that it was my 21st, the drinks started rolling in. Next thing I new I passed 21 drinks, with a tequilla shot for lucky 22. Then I woke up in my buddy's bed at 8:30 in the am, he was two inches away from me sleeping on top of a pillow that shielded him from my stomach juices.

The next morning, the night from 12:00am-4:30am was recapped for me by my four cohorts, while sitting around my kitchen table. First, I was alerted that I was kicked out of the bar after my 25th drink, for calling some girl a "dirty whore." Supposedly her boyfriend got pissed, and wanted to start shit. My boys had my blacked out back. For sake of keeping identities anonymous, my good friend M executed the greatest diffusing of a situation of this century. In response to the boyfriend saying "he called my girlfriend a dirty whore, she's not a dirty whore!" M replied, "HAVE SOME SELF-CONFIDENCE MAN" the boyfriend wailed back "I have self confidence." After being escorted out of the bar, my buddy and I proceeded to get back in line, trying to get back into the same bar.

The Cop at the door told us "Take the FAHKIN PAAATY ELSE WHEERE." Falling over each other we start walking intent on finding another bar. I reach in my pocket for my phone and drop it on the ground. A thirty year old balding man, picks up my phone, puts it in his pocket, and starts to run. I start screaming at the top of my lungs, "Give me my phone back you mother fucker, give my muther-fuckin phone back." While chasing the thief, I catch up to him and slug him in the right side of the head. I was told I followed him ten blocks, all the way to the prudential center, through the doors, up an escalator, hitting him roughly forty times. The blood shed of the night occurred when I went to throw a haymaker and missed horrible spinning down to the sidewalk cutting my hand open. After my assault on a middle aged bandit, I got my phone back, and was trouble free for five minutes until the pigs got me.

I believe it was for drunk and disorderly, but none of us can recall the reason for me being suppressed. Out of nowhere, one cop swiftly took me down and put me in an arm submission hold, shortly three cops cars pulled up to the scene. I was being held by two cops and surrounded by ten others. My drunk friends were trying to negotiate my release, "It's his twenty first, let him go, he's not hurting anybody." This may have helped my case, but the whole time I was yelling, "give my phone back you fucking cops, fuck you, you fucking cops !(again this is not conscious me saying these absurd things). Some how, some way, thanks to my friends pleading I was released from the circle of po-po and ushered into a cab.

This would have been great, if either one of the two of us in the cab had any cash, and if I wasn't hurling behind the seat of the cabbie. To conclude this very long story, I used an ATM, blacked out at 4:00 am, to pay the cab. Had to walk back from the ATM to my friends house, 15 min walk, bleeding all the way on his white t. The next morning at the recap and comedy session, we realized that everyone had my blood on their shirts, accept me. All that shows is that when you drink 25 drinks in one day, you gotta had some friends to bleed on and get bailed out by. Without them you end up getting beat up for calling a girl and dirty whore, arrested for drunk and disorderly, and kicked out of a cab for booting on the plexi-glass.

I wanted to share this story, for a couple reasons, first I know the enjoyment most of you will get from reading this, but secondly to post something so outrageous that it would be impossible for this blog not to be a success. Let the banter begin. Beers on me.

Sick Video, shot in one take

NYU Music student Nyle prooves that real hip-hop still exists. Weezy, get your notepad out.

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