Now for something completely different.

My musical taste is schizophrenic. Here's something that doesn't exactly fall in line with all my previous posts.

I play music for people trapped in cubicles.

I've decided that I don't play music for the masses. I don't play music for the clubs. I doubt I'll play for any B-Boys/Girls anytime soon. So I play music for the cubes. To all the people trapped in Cubicle City, counting minutes until happy hour, I play music for you.




I'll be doing another radio show for Daily Sessions this coming Monday.

Quincy Adams was a pussy.

This is how I've felt this week.

Thousand Fingered Man

To think I almost sold my turntables.

Now I'm not some fancy pants cut master kool aid kind of DJ. In fact I don't even like when people say I am a "DJ." I just play records, that's it, plain simple, Barney fucking Phife on the 1's and 2's.

The reason I even still have turntables, as well as buy records, is because of two friends who invited me to play records with them at a bar. I'd go down, bring way to many records, and they'd let me play for an hour or so. It was fun just to play for the handful of drunks that stuck to the bar watching Animal Channel without audio. Then one night a group of kids showed up and started b-boying. They kept coming for the next few weeks, but I never played. Then one night Kevin and Jim didn't show up and I was alone. So I started playing the handful of breaks I had, and they went nuts. They kept coming that whole summer and eventually it was just Jim and I playing every Sunday. This lead me to buy more breaks and really pushed me to keep playing. It was fun while it lasted, but like all good things they have to come to an end.

So I'm going to be playing a set on Dailysessions.com this Monday, and this is what I'm using to inspire the set's list.









Thanks to the old Bug Jar crew.

My new Messiah for the Hip Hop bible.