Holy wow. Times Square. Oh my goodness, Times Square. You are indisputably the worst. With people stopping every three or four steps to take a picture. And fatties parking their cabooses here and there and everywhere to look at maps or pull up directions on an iPhone. And tour groups and field trips blocking entire sidewalks for years at a time. I feel like I'm gonna have a heart attack every time I go outside and have to deal with people. And when I have to go outside to deal with people in Times Square? Christ. No thank you.
Yo. Christmas. This is gonna be so rad. I'm gonna be back in Texas. Gonna go in on the ill Christmas morning breakfast. Then a big Christmas dinner. Followed by late night Whataburger. And the next day I'll cop some dope breakfast foods. Maybe a home-cooked meal or two. Some Tex-Mex. And Whataburger again. Repeat, repeat, repeat. I'm gonna eat OD. OD, OD. I'm gonna be so fat when I get back to Brooklyn, holy goodness. Party rock the dining room, party rock the bathroom.
DJ B-Roc is good peoples. I mean, dude's kind of a proper rockstar at this point, so it'd be understandable if he were an insufferable douche. Let me be the first to say that if anyone in the galaxy gave half a turd about my DJing I'd be all, "Blah, blah, I'm the man, kiss my butt, light my cigarette, pop my bottles, blah, this steak is not medium rare, no tip for you, blah, etc." But B-Roc? He's all "down to earth" and "humble" and "nice" and "driven" and all that jazz. I mean, he's just another another dude with a cat, crappy vision, etc. Only difference being that he's rich and famous and talented and I'm just some unemployed loser blogging his videos. So basically we're exactly the same, which is pretty cool! Right?!
Just copped some bagels. Eight bagels, to be exact. Paid for six, got two for free. Oh yea, and I copped two pounds of cream cheese to go with it. I'm about to have the raging-est party in friggin' galaxy! Bah! None of you are on my level and I find it absolutely thrilling! (I think you're all on levels of equal or greater value, and I'd love to have a bagel party with every last one of you in the very near future.)
So I guess umma go get a flu shot in an hour or two. Which I guess makes sense. Because I don't wanna get OD sick or whatever, whatever. But like. What if I just didn't get a flu shot? And I went out and copped myself some flu? And lost my appetite? And just like. Lost fifteen pounds in a week or something? To get me on that emaciated tip? That's gotta be one of the fastest ways to crush the heroin chic game, right?
Christ almighty. I'm super hungry right now. I ate some beans, but like. Yo, I need a proper meal. Meat. Potatoes. Maybe some spinach too if I'm feeling like the ill healthy lad. Water. Milk. Maybe a beer. Or I could just smoke a cigarette instead I guess. I dunno. I'll probably just go back to sleep and do none of the above.
So I'm DJing that party last night. Pop outside for some "fresh air" or "a cigarette" or "something." And hey, it's B-Roc from The Knocks walking down the street! So we chat for a bit. Mostly about cats. Because cats are awesome, you see. And then he tells me about some new Captain Cuts mash-up. With "Dancing with the DJ." And "Levels." And I'm all, "Ayo, send me that!" And he's all, "Yea, OK, whatever." And then he leaves, and my boy's all, "Who was that?" And I'm like, "Oh, that was B-Roc from The Knocks. Sorry, should've introduced y'all!" And he's all, "Greg, are you famous or something? How do you know The Knocks?" And I'm all, "Yea, I'm basically crazy famous." Because I stay lying to my friends.
So The Knocks are one of the few groups whose originals I enjoy more than their remixes. Most cats I'm all, "Ayo, ill remix!" And then I hear an original track and it's like, "Nah dogs, not working. I still have love for you. But like. This isn't working." But then there's B-Roc and J-Patt. Remixes? On point. Originals? Even more so. "Make It Better" was my jam. "Dancing with the DJ" was killer. "Sunshine" has been getting serious plays. And the new joint "Brightside"? Probably their biggest tune yet.
Also. Solidisco is DJ Dstar and Biacco. I dunno who Biacco is, but I'm sure he's a splendid young man. Dstar, on the other hand, I know. And this is one of the hardest working gents in the game. Production grind. Mixtape grind. Turntablism grind. This dude is literally never not grinding. And it's paying off. "Oughta Be" is a heater. Buyitnow.
I've sung The Knocks' praises on these pages before. "Blackout," "Make It Better," and "Dancing With The Dancing" are all still set staples, so I've come to expect a pop masterpiece every time B-Roc and JPatt put anything out. So no, I was not surprised when I liked the gents' cover of "Ain't Too Proud to Beg." But honestly, I didn't know whether or not JPatt had the pipes to take on this classic. Not that I doubted him; I simply hadn't heard the dude chirp on anything of this nature. But The Knocks crushed every bit of this cover just as they've crushed everything else for the past year. Surprise, surprise.
I DJed a show with DJ B-Roc of The Knocks a few months back. Dude was on point and I was blown away. Unsurprisingly, the highlight of the set came when B-Roc dropped his group's new single "Make It Better." The song is so dope, so summery, so perfect. And you can download it now at the Neon Gold blog. Be sure to pre-order the single so you can cop all of the remixes when they drop.