Git-R-Done, Harley-Davidson, a Jesus Fish and a Ford F-250: Ruminations on a Dead Cat

So I’m driving home from a hang-out with Party--a non-specific rendezvous on this rural route, (tho let it be said that fun was had, cigs were smoked, windows were smashed ((another story entirely)), plans were hatched like Cadbury bunnies, aimless gps-guided bleez cruises were in full-effect, and the picture‘s been painted) which has since come to a late-night end and groggy goodbyes and send-me-this-file-and-that’s and “peace dude”s--and it’s mad dark. And as I make the claustrophobic b-line thru the cattle-shoot of a main street, all’s quiet. It’s past curfew, it’s a week-night, and the elderly have been asleep for hours. I’m flying solo down this landing strip, a tad heavy on the gas, and up ahead I see the only signs of life: a group of about fifteen fifteen year olds. BMX bikes like it’s the 80s. What? Just hangin out on the street. So I move over a little as not to hit them…

5 seconds ago:

“Hey Josh, check out my new cat, Mister Fluffernuts.”

“Yeah, he’s real swell, Kylie. Let me touch your pussy,” and Josh tries to grab the cat.

Suddenly, there I am. Full-bore down main street in the borrowed Nissan, nowhere to veer from the spooked Mister Fluffernuts as he jumps out of Josh’s grabby hands, lands in front of the silver Nissan moving west at about 40 nauts, as we say on the sea.

Imagine a catastrophic explosion of cat. Pun. Imagine Mister Fluffernutter’s tire-pressurized, insides-out explosion. Hair and blood splatters and spatters on Josh and Kylie’s faces, thirteen other teens drop jaws in shock. I, of course, hit the brake hard. Then realize I’m not going to buy a dead cat. Or a new cat for a teenage girl with a post-traumatic stress syndrome who’s going to grow up to be a stripper now. So, I floor it.

And yes, I feel guilty. So I’m confessing. It was me who killed Mister Fluffernuts. My conscience forced me to confess, because I got only another 100 yards up the road from the scene of the massacre when I was forced to stop at a railroad crossing. From there I watched, in horror, the scene unfolding in my rearview mirror: teenagers running to a cat-pizza in the road, probably wailing and frantic-freaking; poor Mister Fluffernuts was so full of life just moments ago, purring then bounding. It was then that I noticed the truck in front of me: a Ford F-250. From the trailer-hitch nut-sack, my eyes rove the truck; the required NRA sticker, the Git-R-Done window vinyl, a Harley-Davidson logo and a Jesus fish. And I start to wonder. If Jesus, on the way back from an NRA convention, hit a cat with his Harley, what would Jesus do to Git-R-Done?? After a ponderous train-crossing, I decide that the entire hypothetical was bullshitic whimsy anyway. Because Jesus would’ve resurrected the cat. No harm, no foul.

I don’t do resurrections, so I called Party, “Dude, you’ll never believe what just happened.”

Gotta run. PETA’s been calling incessantly.

~Hype

The new EP is getting closer. I'm really excited. Hype & I are getting a little blog attention as well. We've had a few reviews & interviews so far for some promotion on the old & new EP.

I'm heading up to the Buzz on Saturday. It's time to record some vocals. I've been mixing the tracks as much as I can. My computer cable is giving me a fucking headache, but when the power gets through I get a little bit done. Everything with the exception of a bass line here & a synth there is done. Some levels have to be worked out but after that it's solely vocals.

As I've said before, the Wine Thieves are taking a different approach with this EP. I've been messing around with odd song structures & interjecting melodies along with the rhymes. Hype's been working out some lyrics. I haven't heard everything he's written yet, but what I have heard is dynamite. I'll know these songs front & back after this weekend.

The EP will be out this Autumn. We'll have some promo videos & photos in the coming weeks, so look for that.

Until then, check out the press:

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Album & stuff

i just wanted to write something today. the album is coming along. looks like it will be 10 or 11 songs. i gotta add some more textures & keyboard stuff while hype's polishes up the lyrics. so, there's still work to be done, but i feel it will be well worth it in the end. i like the tracks. i like the sounds.

i really want to play shows. hype & i are in the booking process. seems to be a lot of DJs in demand in the PA/NJ area. motherfuckers & their dancing. no disrespect to gaga. maybe a little. hopefully the shows will come flowing soon, cause i know hype & i will put on something wacky.

i don't know why i feel this way, but i feel the new wine thieves record could be "big in japan" as mr. waits would put it. not that its this crazy, obscure piece of music that americans couldn't possibly grasp, it just seems like some japanese hip hop heads would be digging our vibe. europe, too ... why not. i'd play spain.

i chilled with hype this weekend. he came down to my place this time. it was fun because when we first started hanging out & making music it was around places that i live by. we took one of my crazy backroads into jersey & hit up main st. like the old days. we also smoked @ our old time train tracks we used to chill at all the time years ago. it was cool revisiting the past while working on the future. i'm gonna try to make it up july 2 for another session for the album @ the buzz studios. til then.

synthesizers are tight. peace.

party.p

Introducing ...

The following is an excerpt from the BBC1 show "Modern Blue" hosted by Jose Suarez. The interview conducted is with rising R&B artist, Gil Melon.

Jose Suarez: We're here with Gil Melon of the Music for Corrupt Individuals collective out in Pennsylvania. Welcome Gil.

Gil Melon: Thanks for having me.

Pleasure's all mine. So, I understand you got your big break with a chance meeting with Wine Thieves producer, Party.picasso.

Word. Yeah, I had this club poppin' in Allentown & dude strolled in. He heard my shit & was impressed so he bought me a few shots & we got to talking.

That must have been exciting.

It was tight, but shit started really going down when he hooked me up with Chuck Treble.

You met Treb?

Worked with dude. We linked up with Bobby Baghdad who pimped out some hot ass beats for a collabo joint.

You guys are releasing a record?

Fa'sho. S'called Latin Lovers. We still mixing that bitch, but we droppin' this hot ass single called "Butt Naked." Hot track.

When can we expect that?

It's gonna be a summer joint. So, July or so.

Nice, nice. Where will it be released?

It'll be dropped first on the Wine Thieves Tumblr. You'll be able to cop it for free for a while before we start chargin' that bitch. So, check for that shit so you don't miss your chance.

I definitely will.

Check back soon for the interview in it's entirety. And look out for "Butt Naked" coming soon @ www.thewinethieves.tumblr.com

I huff & I puff ...

So, Hype's passing the performance torch down to Lil' Hype Jr. He's playing Pig Numero Uno in "The Three Little Pigs." I remember living up by Hype's years ago & Jr. didn't even know what a pig was, now look at him. Crazy.

The weird thing is Hype's in the Garden State tonight for the first time in a long while & we can't even meet up due to conflicting schedules & all that. Spilled milk, wah wah. I hope he digs the digs (aka Quality Inn) up in Netcong cause there's nothing like a good hotel outing. Meanwhile, I'm fucking dying in the humid as shit Pennsylvania, although I'm pretty sure it's humid up there too.

On the plus side, I utilized this deathly heat to my advantage. I composed a beat earlier today that has all the smog & sweat that the tri-state can muster on a sticky summerish day. It's one of those bottom heavy beats with a hypnotic stagger to it. I can literally see the E-ed out chick konking out from dehydration on the floor while this shit knocks out the speakers. Definitely a water-bottle-joint. I hope Hype digs it as much as I do.

Speaking of o'Dermic, he's been churning out some lyrics for the new tracks this past week. Things seem to be running smoothly. We're both in agreement that this new music can't be fully approached as hip hop tracks. I don't mean that in the cocky way, I just think we have reached a point where we want to go a little beyond the norm. I'll never call it progressive hip hop, but some geek-ass-mafug in his mom's basement just might.

That's about it for now. Things are going good. And Hype & I have a session @ the Buzz Studios in about a week & a half, so expect pictures & all that shit.

Oh yeah, & Styles & Chuck got arrested for marijuana possesion in Danville. Fucking pigs ... and we're back to pigs, nice.

Peace,

party.picasshole.

Das Teeves

It's the Rapture, right?

I shouldn't be writing this. We shouldn't exist. Today was the Rapture & I'm still fucking typing. Damn. Half of me was secretly sitting in the corner of my mind with fingers crossed & eyes tightly shut, wishing away. But, I guess the other half wins. Too bad.

Enough of that. I sent Hype some beats last week for him to work on. He's been burning the midnight blunt wraps & penning some fresh new rhymes up in Wellsboro @ the world-famous Buzz studios. In the mean, I've been hard at work on some newbies to send him this week. Things are coming out kosh.

What else, what else? I'm kind of reaching here for some material. Not much going on in the Wilds/semi-Wilds this week. Album-wise a lot has been going on as far as working on new material, but not much to report. Hmm, let's see. Oh yeah, for the time being I've kind of bid adieu to the old record sample & traded it in for the brooding, bloodcurdling, hair-raising, gasp, synthesizer. Oh shit. Been enjoying it too. I feel like I have a lot more control over what I'm trying to make. Still working out some kinks but overall I'm loving it like McD's.

Fuck man, I don't know. Worst blog I have ever written (must be the Rapture, Jesus is fucking with my brain) but I felt inclined to update whoever, if anyone, reads this or stumbled upon it accidentally via odd Google search.

Alright, bye.

- party