Friday, August 15, 2008


Here's a great example of a 4 track produced, megamix style tape from SoCal's DJ Rip One. Seamless mixes of mid 90's gems with tons of layered scratching. Tapes like these were a labor of love, slaved over for months to turn around and sell a dub for $10. $10, man! This is a Porter-House-with-a-baked-potato-and-steamed-broccoli typa mixtape; cooked up by an inspired DJ dedicated to his craft, not some half assed, money minded freestyle promo cd masquerading as an album. This tape used to get serious burn in my truck and a lot of the tracks on this tape would eventually sound strange to me without hearing Rip's cuts over em. In the late 90's, I marinated a few years of brain cells with couple pounds of blunt stuffing in honor of this particular cassette. Now it's your turn.


Thursday, August 7, 2008


I got a bug up my ass yesterday and started digging through a bag of old tapes. Remember when you used to accumulate tapes to the point where you had a fucking grocery bag full of em? No cases, stickers crossed out. Toilet paper jammed in the tops. My homie Stnko had 2 twelve pack boxes full of tapes stolen out of his car!

Digging through this mess, I found a couple tapes of old Drum shows I taped off KZSU. In the mid 90's if you were living on the Peninsula and into hip hop, at 6pm on a Sunday you were either sitting at home hitting record on your tape deck or bugging your homie to turn off the cd and turn on the radio. The Drum Posse was church and Kevvy Kev was it's preacher. Kev's show shaped the way we all listened to hip hop back then. He was playing most guttural of East Coast indie releases of the time. My friends and I would trade tapes and guesses at what some unknown tracks were. Everyone came through, just listen to the drops. Most of my old tapes of the show got made into pause mixes, erasing the original show tapes, losing the pause mixes, etc. A cycle of analog irresponsibility that would disgust any audiophile.

Here's a tape from 1995 when DJ Eclipse was down at The Drum. I had met Eclipse at Cue's earlier that week. Frank introduced me to him and told me to hang out because this dude had all the crazy new underground NY shit. He had a crazy embroidered NAS sweatshirt and dropped shit like Dark Skinned Assassin "The Horror", Ill Bill "Dopefiend", and bunch of shit I have no idea what the fuck it was. The level of Bronx in the building overwhelmed me. Totally blown. And then, to tune into The Drum and get to tape a grip of em. I even got a shout out at the end (What up, Eider?). Unfortunately, this was the only portion of the show that survived. Thanks Kev!

Hit record!