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14The Rappin’ Noughties
Happy new year/decade everyone.
I’m a bit late making a “Best of the Noughties” post. By now there have been so many that I think it would be pointless for me to make a list with Discovery, Voodoo, Sound Of Silver, a few others and call it a day. So I figured I’d ramble a bit about my favorite subject: rap.
A few days ago my man Sean C wrote on twitter that Get Rich Or Die Tryin, The College Dropout and The Blueprint were the best rap albums of the decade. “Those albums changed things,” he said. You can’t really argue with that, frankly. I’m going to surprise a few people by saying 50′s debut was probably the closest thing to a flawless album. You see, we’ve grown accustomed to cherishing The Blueprint because it was the first big-name rap album in years that was actually consistent and mature. After years of major label albums that sounded like compilations with their obligatory contributions from hot producers of the moment, Jay brought it back to samples, brought it back to a unifying sound and introduced us to two whippersnapper producers named Kanye West and Just Blaze. But The Blueprint had its flaws. “Hola Hovito” is generally acknowledged as the album’s weak link and really, “All I Need” wasn’t great and “Jigga That N***a” sounded out of place. That didn’t stop me from praising the album, and as far as I’m concerned, my beat juggle on “Jigga” was the reason why Kanye hired me that fateful day in London. Now let’s talk about Mr. West. The College Dropout was a masterpiece, an even bigger breath of fresh air than Jay’s album because of what Kanye himself represented: a sincere, self-conscious, complex, funny and intelligent rapper with seemingly endless creativity. The everyman honesty of “All Falls Down” juxtaposed with the daring message of “Jesus Walks”, delivered by this preppy dude in pastel colors, ushered in a complete paradigm shift. Still, the album weighed in on the lengthy side with too many skits and the sore thumb that is “Breathe In Breathe Out”, and as a rapper Kanye wasn’t quite on par yet. This brings us to Get Rich. 50 Cent is not lyrical. The album didn’t have much depth. But as I look back now, I’m baffled by its strength. It’s not my personal favorite, but…. find me a weak song on there! Each one was an anthem. And sonically, in terms of mixing and mastering, they raised the bar, which only made it more accomplished and untouchable. Bravo, bad guy.
Mindspray: transitory hairstyles while getting a haircut
You know when you’re getting a haircut, do you ever look at yourself in the mirror when your hair is in a really different conformation and think “what if”? I think that’s one of the funnest parts of haircuts: getting to see your hair in all these unusual shapes. The hairdresser has to move your hair around for certain stages of the cut and as a result you get to play dress-up. Here are a few of my personal classics:
- If I get a fade I go through a sort of bowl-cut phase when it’s only the bottom half of my head that’s been cut. What if there was a fire and it stopped there?
- When it’s time to cut the top of the sides I usually get a slick 50′s side part. Makes me look like my dad.
- When he’s cutting the top I can go through an indie-dude-with-bangs step, pictured above.
- More often than not after getting my hair washed I come out looking like former Montreal Canadians coach Pat Burns.
And then when the haircut is finished it ends up looking exactly like the last one.
Fashionable swine flu masks
The other day as I was waiting in line at immigration in Hong Kong observing all the swine flu masks, I wrote a quick twitter saying I wanted a an actual swine mask with just a snout to cover my nose and mouth. I quickly found out there is already such a thing, and not only that but a whole slew of designs for masks.
This girl Irina Blok is selling all these designs and giving the proceeds to Children International to help Mexico fight the swine flu epidemic:
And then there’s all this stuff:
However this blog had an interesting article quoting a specialist who explained that these masks couldn’t work because a reusable mask defeats the whole purpose of protecting yourself from germs!
Other sources: oddee.com, William Earnhardt.
Mindspray: Touring and the primal man
People think that touring is the ultimate experience for musicians and entertainers, a hedonistic odyssey where we live for our art and forget about the bland life of the everyman. Seems like something that would disconnect you from your roots, wouldn’t you say? Well I happen to think that touring turns you into a caveman, more in touch with your primal needs than ever.
Performing in front of hordes of adoring fans sounds fun, doesn’t it? But you know what’s even better? That first shower when you land from the overseas flight, to get rid of that gross airplane film. I swear there’s nothing like it. Visiting exotic locales in other continents sounds enticing, right? But it pales in comparison to getting a decent night’s sleep, one that lasts more than 5 hours. Wouldn’t you like to pull pranks at airports and then get picked up by one of those guys holding a sign with your name? Yeah that’s nice and all, but you know what’s better? Eating regular food at regular hours. I’m telling you, touring puts you in touch with the simple pleasures of life. All that other stuff is for the birds.
Mindspray: Tall + Bald = cancel out?

I saw a really tall, slightly balding man on the subway today. You know, Larry David has made me (and probably lots of us) conscious of the plight of the bald man. But if someone is really tall, does that change? If a man is taller than everyone around him, then no one can really see the baldness, can they? Are you bald if no one sees it? It’s kind of a “if a tree falls in the forest” thing.
Noreaga’s on Twitter
I joined Twitter 2 weeks ago and I admit, I’m completely hooked. It seems like there’s been a Twitter explosion lately. I joined around the same time the New York Times ran a story about Shaq getting his twit on after finding out about an impostor. Shaq has been hilarious and one of my favorite parts about this experience. Who can forget when he wrote about how the camera was catching him twittering during a game? But I’m afraid Shaq-Fu has been dethroned. NORE is my new favorite.
Peep this series of messages which all came back-to-back this afternoon:
Trizzy’s Mindspray: My Simpsons Hard Drives

Why are people so uninspired with their hard drive names? You can give them any name you want, and yet everyone’s got the same “Music”, “Music II”, “Backup” or “Big Kahuna” names. I confess, I used to suffer from the same blandness, until I decided to name one of mine Ralph a few years ago (as in Wiggum). Ever since then, all my hard drives have had Simpsons names. One of my backup drives is Dr Hibbert. I’ve got 2 portable drives that are always together and they’re called Monty and Smithers. My latest one is Cletus, I don’t care about it as much.
I hope someone reads this and gets inspired to find a running theme of their own. 80’s wrestlers! Renaissance artists! Kool Keith aliases! The possibilities are endless.
Trizzy’s Mindspray: Airplane Dreams

For as long as I can remember I’ve had these strange, lifelike dreams when I’m on the plane and it’s the only context where I have these kinds of dreams. I have no idea if this is common or not but it’s always fascinated me. I generally fall asleep as the plane is taking off, and then wake up around the time that they come and serve refreshments down the aisle. Here’s what happens…
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Trizzy’s Mindspray: Airplane Food
I meant to post this 24 hours ago but internet access is like the Holy Grail when you’re on the road.
I landed in London after the classic yet dreaded overnight flight. I had a bad case of the Middle Seat Blues but I did manage to get 2 or 3 hours of sleep in there. As we took off I was starving and really looking forward to my meal. I was in the second-to-last row though so I knew I’d have to twiddle my thumbs for a hot minute. Then the guy on my left got his meal before everyone. He had one of those “special” orders. I was thinking, I’m going to start asking for kosher meals when I book these flights. Most of you know that I’m Jewish, but I eat everything, I don’t really care. However if this will allow me to eat before everyone else, sign me up! Bring on the airplane latkes, baby. Those meals are probably better anyway since they make less of them.
Trizzy’s Mindspray: Pretzels

Ever since the Seinfeld episode about “these pretzels are making me thirsty” I’ve had what you could call a mild obsession with pretzels. I don’t actually eat them much, I just like talking about pretzels. Good conversation starter. But upon closer inspection my rapport with pretzels is very peculiar. I really like big pretzels, the soft kind you’d get at a ball game with cheese dip, but I really dislike the small, dry kind they give you on the plane. I can’t think of any other food that I love so much in one variation but find so yucky in the other. The big ones are so chewy, you can practically see steam come out when you take a bite. The small ones are so bland, what’s the point? They provide zero satisfaction.









