#blood sweat & tears

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Thursday, May 18, 2023 11pm ET: Feature LP: Blood, Sweat and Tears (1969)

Blood, Sweat & Tears is the second album by the band Blood, Sweat & Tears, released on December 11, 1968. It was commercially successful, rising to the top of the U.S. charts for a collective seven weeks and yielding three successive Top 5 singles. It received a Grammy Award for Album of the Year in 1970 and has been certified quadruple platinum by the RIAA with sales of more than four million…

[filosofablogger]

♫ And When I Die ♫

I have only played one song, one time by Blood, Sweat & Tears … You’ve Made Me So Very Happy.  I was searching for something different tonight, and flipping through my notes with some of the songs you have all suggested over time, when I came across this one … and it just seemed right for the moment! Songwriter Laura Nyro was only 17 years old when she wrote this and it is one of the first songs…

[americanahighways]

Music Reviews: Blood, Sweat & Tears, plus Sir Douglas Quintet, Marc Jordan, Esther Rose, Muddy Waters, and Eddie Money

Music Reviews: Blood, Sweat & Tears, plus Sir Douglas Quintet, Marc Jordan, Esther Rose, Muddy Waters, and Eddie Money @estherrose @OmnivoreRecords @IAmEddieMoney @marcjordanmusic @sirdougquintet #muddywaters @byjeffburger

Blood, Sweat & Tears garnered some attention with its February 1968 debut album, Child Is Father to the Man, but the jazz-rock group really took off after the release that December of its eponymous sophomore LP. That record, on which Canadian vocalist David Clayton-Thomas replaced Al Kooper, topped U.S. charts, sold millions of copies, and won two Grammys, including album of the year. It also…

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"Can your friends in FOS hear you?" the man sneers as Leon stifles an agonized gasp, skinny hand twisting the knife he's jammed into the meat of Leon's thigh until fresh blood oozes forth, soaking into the torn fabric of his jeans. He reaches out to fist a hand in Leon's hair, leaving the blade in place. "Do they hear how pathetic you sound?"

Leon concentrates on keeping himself as quiet as he can, Hunnigan's keyboard typing frantically in his ear.

"I'm getting in contact with Chris, Leon. I can't legally send out a team, but he can if he knows the situation. We're going to find you, you hear me?" she says, a steady stream of soothing reassurances that Leon tries to anchor himself on as the man slaps him violently across the face and slams the knife deeper without warning. Leon can't stop a strangled sound, hating the falter in Hunnigan's voice when the noise carries through the mic attached to his comm. "Focus on your breathing, Leon, that's it."

"Well, tell them this," the skinny man continues, gleeful. "If they want their precious agent back, safe and sound, they'd better give me my demands. You know what they are, don't you, Hunnigan?" He leans back, reaching for another of his tools from the tray he's set out in an attempt at intimidation. Leon raises his head just long enough to see some sort of power tool, a long cord attached to the end of it. He presses it against Leon's upper arm with a grin.

"Hunnigan," Leon croaks, "turn off your comm. Don't--don't listen t' --"

He's cut off by a spike of agony in his bicep, pained moan impossible to hold back. The power tool makes a loud ka-chunk sound, a bead of blood forming around the steel nail Leon can see embedded in his skin when the man pulls it back again.

"I'm not going anywhere," Hunnigan says stubbornly, at the same time as the man sets his nail gun on a spot a few inches above Leon's uninjured knee.

"I had this baby amped up," he says conversationally. "Usually they don't go through skin as a safety thing, but I made a few adjustments."

Leon's entire body shudders when he presses down again, a whimper sneaking out from behind the lump in his throat as another nail shoots deep into his leg. The man isn't done, though--he pierces two more spots in quick succession, Leon's cries harder and harder to hold back with every click. He pants as the man pats his head, chest heaving. His trembling fingers ache where they've already been broken one-by-one, nails removed with surgical precision. Sweat stings his eyes.

"Hunnigan," he pleads.

"I'm not going to let you go through this alone," she insists, though Leon can hear the shake in her voice. "I'm here for you, remember?"

"I hope she's enjoying this," the man goads, jamming a fourth nail into Leon's thigh for good measure. Leon chokes.

"Sh--she's not listening," he tries, voice slightly more dazed than he'd hoped. "She turned it off."

"Ha!"

The man jams the nail gun into Leon's hip without hesitation, a ragged scream tearing out from between his lips. He shudders against the ropes holding him in place, unable to even protest when the man lifts his chin with a hand.

"Hang in there," Hunnigan says miserably. "It'll be okay, Leon, we're going to get you out."

"Tell her what I want them to give me," the man orders in a low voice. His eyes gleam. The muzzle of the nail gun comes to rest under Leon's collarbone, a dangerous weight. "Or the next one goes into your lung."

[all-eyes-lead-to-the-truth]

All Eyes Lead to the Truth | Demons (4x23)

Amy gasps, jolting awake and upward in darkness. The ear piercing buzz of the drill slowly fades into the void of her subconscious. Oh God, another black out? Where is she? Her heart beats frantically through her chest as she fumbles for the bedside lamp. Flowered wallpaper, cream-colored curtains, David snoring beside her… right: her bedroom. Not back there.

Another nightmare. No, a memory.

Her teeth clench, thinking about the thousand ways she may have been hurt, violated years ago. Then she thinks about how many ways she was but doesn’t remember. Her stomach twists. Flashes of unseen hands poking, prodding, pinning her down haunts her in the light of day. But it’s during the dark of night when the remnants of bone deep pain and fathomless fear soak her sheets with sweat. Like always, her hands tremble when they instantly clutch her stomach and palm her face, soothing an invisible ache. When her tongue swipes instinctively across the arc of her soft palette, somehow anticipating the warm tang of blood pooling in her mouth, tears sting her eyes. 

Every night it’s the same. Every night it’s worse. 

Amy gets out of bed and walks downstairs, careful not to wake David. He too gets little reprieve from his own hellish abduction memories he’d much rather forget. A luxury Amy simply cannot fathom. Frustration at living like a blindfolded prisoner inside her own body is at an all-time high, amping up her anxiety and desire for knowledge of the unknown. She has never needed the truth more. But when her brain fails to provide details of her hijacked agency she yearns to recall, her body’s muscle memory built upon the bulk of buried trauma does it for her. That scares her more than any truth ever could. Because at least now the truth will not remain buried. At least she will finally know. 

Amy swipes the sweaty tendrils of gray from her forehead and hisses when her finger nicks the fresh scab forming at her hairline. 

Dr. Charles Goldstein and his innovative method of treating memory repression has been a true revelation. David refuses to dive any further than surface level into their murky past of bright lights and missing time. But, as her psychologist, Dr. Goldstein suggested she consent to this multi-session treatment to regain pieces of her memory, and Amy has reveled in it.

She enters the crowded sunroom full of her recent artwork of her childhood home by the lake. A place where she used to feel safe and happy. Where she’d spent her wedding night with David and woke up six weeks later on life support. 

Amy settles in front of her half-painted canvas and presses play on her answering machine as the saved message from last night whirrs to life:

“Amy Cassandra, my name is Fox Mulder, I’m a Special Agent with the FBI. I’ve read the recent article in Abductee Magazine you were interviewed for about your experience years ago—in fact I’m looking at it now, and I’m interested in speaking with you in person. Uh… very interested, actually.” 

Amy stares thoughtfully at the machine as the younger man on the other end clears his throat. His tone is soft, reassuring, and Amy can’t help but wonder if a child of her own would be as understanding about her past as this Agent Mulder is. If she could’ve had children, that is. 

“…You mentioned a certain therapy you’d started that involved recovering repressed and buried memories. If you’re willing, I’d like to know more. I need to know more. For personal reasons. And Amy, I want you to know I’ll listen. Really listen. I’m sure many others haven’t before, but I will...”

Amy waits as the agent leaves his number and hears the desperation in his voice. She nods, her decision made, shouldering the corded phone attached to the wall as she dials. It’s either too early or this FBI agent screens his calls the same as David. Leaving a message, an olive branch is all she can do.

“Agent Mulder? This is Amy Cassandra, and I think I can help you…”

A predawn haze shines just enough light on her palette for her to dab out an array of acrylic in a rainbowed arc. Her hands itch to paint.

“Please delete this message after you hear it, but it’s true I’ve been slowly recovering flashes of voids or gaps within my past with the help of my psychologist. My husband and I— well, it’s been a tumultuous road to reclaim what’s been taken, but there’s so much more I must know…”

Amy anxiously grips a wooden brush and dips the bristles in vibrant green, thinking about what to say next. She paints her childhood home because it’s been the only place other than her resistant mind that holds the truth. As she speaks, the deep wound in her skull throbs, reminding her that that was true, until weeks ago when she’d traded the nightmare of one penetrating drill with the reality of another. 

“And you’d think willingly having a hole drilled into your head would be crazy, until realizing crazy is your only option to be sane,” Amy huffs into the phone at the irony. She’d apologize for her eccentric ramble but she doesn’t feel sorry for the warning. 

“Anyway…” Amy squints to shape the bend of the wind-blown tree just right along the canvas. Detail matters. It’s the details that complete the whole picture. The whole truth. The bad, the worse: all of it is what will save her sanity. “If you’re serious about knowing more, meet me at Dr. Goldstein's office in Rhode Island for my next session and you’ll see. Maybe he will help you remember your own truths...”

Art has always been therapeutic, but ever since the experimental therapy, painting has become momentous in bringing forth the evil lurking within her darkness. 

“Maybe, Agent Mulder, it’s time to exercise your demons too.”

Read the rest of All Eyes Lead to the Truth on Archive of Our Own!

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[sofiiel]

Time of Your Life | Eddie x Reader

Excited Eddie | This Is Music! | Against The Rules? | a smidge surreal

Masterlist

A/n: God, Eddie would be so fun on a concert date. He'd be a great big ball of energy, the kind of guy that knows every lyric before it's sung. Just to see him thoroughly enjoy himself would be amazing, so, I'm giving this a go.

The band will remain nameless as B/n and M/n is for the musician's name, insert whatever band or person you think would be You and Eddie's desired concert for a day. Also, feel free to share who you and Eddie went to see.

Eddie can't stand still as the two of you wait in line. You bought him Floor tickets to see B/n. He's talking a mile a minute and if you hadn't become a pro at speed listening it would have sounded like a language you didn't know.

"And they're going to be preforming a song from the unreleased album, and we're going to be so close to the stage" He went on, nearly crushing the band Tee in his hands.

"Eddie, they'll be selling new ones inside, why'd you bring that old thing?" You ask. He blinks at you in disbelief, "you know what, I still love you." He said to you while hugging his shirt tight.

"It's the emotional connection. I need to have them sign this one, this shirt that has taken spills, this shirt that doubled as pajamas and carried my drool, this shirt that has seen blood sweat and tears." He ranted, "not some new shirt I hardly know."

You laugh and "sure, now I feel awkward about just buying a poster inside to get signed."

Eddie grins, "have them sign your pants." He said. "My pants?" you ask. Eddie shrugs, "yeah, why not?"

"Because these are my favorite ones, the signatures would wash out. And Not wearing them again isn't an option." You protest. Eddie hums, "you know you're right, those pants of yours have a beautiful view." He says, leaning to still a look at your butt.

"See, we both need these pants. Can't retire them yet." you say as Eddie stands closer, slipping his hand into your back pocket while you lean against him, waiting for the line to move.

Inside the lobby, Eddie has you by the hand, if he walked any faster he'd have to jog. You're glad you opted for the comfy shoes rather than the one that looked cool, and here you thought you'd regret it.

Now standing on the floor, Eddie is nearly bouncing, his eyes darting between you and the stage. "I'm so damned amped right now, babe." he says, the smile on his face just won't go away.

"Yes, and it's infectious!" you cheer, a smile to match his popping up.

Smoke fills the stage, and the amps are humming, As B/n greets the crowd and the intro to the first song plays, Eddie looses it. He's jumping up and down in the air, legs curled in with each leap so that his knees touch his stomach.

Horns are thrown up in the air as the jumping stops, and you toss yours up too. You and Eddie nearly scream the song lyrics as you sing to each other over the hundreds of voices singing right along with you.

Eddie holds you close once he needs a bit of time to catch his breath, the crowd gets a little pushy, Eddie quietly holds out his arm to create distance between a fan who nearly knocked out over trying to get a closer look at the stage, and you.

There are only a few songs left in the set now, and the moment he hears a new melody play, Eddie grabs your hand and drags you through the crowd. "Eddie!" You can't just-"

"We're still in the right section." He says quickly. However, when you stop, you find yourself looking right up at the band from the bottom of the stage. "Holy shit!" you gasp.

"I know!" Eddie cheers.

Eddie's already singing along with the new song, and the frontman seems to be pretty impressed.

It happens fast, your mind can't register it. Eddie's managed to get invited up to the stage, and he's dragging his emotional support Y/n right along with him.

You want to shout and to protest, but the grin he flashes you as he calls out over the roar of the crowd "let's go babe!" hushes you right up.

B/n is amused by both Eddie's euphoric hype, and your stunned deer expression. Eddie's not wasting this chance, and runs to one of the guitarists, begging for the guitar.

You feel awkward just lingering, But Eddie pulls you close to him as he lowers his stance and starts playing with the band, You warp your arms over his shoulders from behind, hugging him loosely enough so that he can play.

You feel pride swell in your chest as he keeps up with the pros, and they are each giving him props for it. Your eyes are stuck on him, you know you must look silly to those below, but you don't care.

Eddie returns the guitar to his heroes and whirls around to face you. He's got a chance to do something outrageous, and he's going to damn well do it.

There's a wildly mischievous smile on his face, showing all his teeth as his eyes twinkle. You don't have time to guess what's on his mind as you're pulled to him and dipped.

It happens so fast, for a second you think you're falling, but his grip on you his firm as he plants his lips against yours. In the thrill of everything that has happened, it's a passionate kiss, and you hold onto his arms. His heart is thundering in his ears, and you're hearing your own as well.

Eddie breaks the kiss, takes your hand and makes a run for it, with your hand in his you can't stop the momentum and have to follow as he says "jump!" Your feet follow his taking to the air, and you Mimic Eddie's movements as he turns, allowing the Crowd to carry the both of you.

Eddie throws his horns into the air, nearly cackling, his eyes squinting almost closed as he smirks curved up his cheeks. He's looking at you as you look around in amazement. "This isn't happening!" you call out, grinning. "It's totally happening!" He shouts at you.

The last song is sung, and B/N bids goodbye to the crowd that begging for one last song at the top of their lungs. Looking at Eddie, he's just about glistening with sweat from dancing about, banging his head, playing with the band and crowd-surfing.

He kisses your eyelids, "thank you" and your cheek, "I love you" then your nose "You're the most amazing person ever." and then your lips. This time the kiss is slow, his hands hold you by your hips, but one can't help up slip to rest against the side of your neck as he gently sucks and pulls at your bottom lip.

People exiting the concert hall into the lobby stare, or mutter about you two being sickening.

You don't care, nor do you truly notice. Eddie's slightly damp hair stick's to his cheek, you brush it away gently as you close your eyes, and part your lips. Eddie's careful with letting his tongue wander.

"Come on, the meet and greet has started!" a fan calls to their friend.

Eddie gasps and breaks the kiss, he takes up your hand again and books it up the hall. "We're gonna miss the signing!" He shouts.

Eddie quietly fanboyed in your ear while waiting in a line that wrapped around the hall for the signing. "I got to play with M/n! I can't fucking believe it!" Eddie said for the ninth time.

"You one day some excited aspiring artist is going to be gushing just like this about you." you say.

Eddie looks down at you and smiles gently, "Nah...." he says waving you off, He peeks around the line to see how far it is before looking back down at you bashfully, "you think?" he asks.

"Oh I know. And hopefully he's genius enough to drag his emotional support person up there with him, and shock the shit out of them with an earth-shattering kiss." you tell him.

Eddie smirked, "wait, it was earth-shattering?" He asked, brows raised high.

"Look the lines moving!" you say quickly, feeling your cheeks heat up. Eddie walks forward and turns back to you, "now back to how my kiss just rocked your world better than B/n, apparently." He said. Nope, you weren't getting out of that so easily.

Reaching the front of the line, Eddie fully calmed himself. It was obvious he didn't want to freak out too much in front of his heroes. He carefully laid out his shirt before them, untying it from his belt. "Hey, it's you, you've got some real talent," says M/n.

For a moment you thought Eddie would blush, but he fought it off well as he smiled. "You don't know how much that means to me. Like no Idea." Eddie said.

"The name of the future shredder? Who do we make this out to?" M/n asked with a smile only a star could give. And Eddie was indeed star struck.

"Eddie Munson." he says.

You lean around Eddie, and whisper your pet name for him. M/n laughs as he signs it to "Eddie P/n Munson," the other band members leave signatures of their own.

"Eddie Munson, Fucking Metal"

"Eddie, this one's for you."

"To Axe Murderer Munson"

Each one made his smile grow more, and you were concerned that his cheeks would spasm. But soon got lost in daydreaming, You couldn't wait for the day it was Eddie and the guys sitting at one of these tables.

It wasn't a matter of if, only when. Watching Eddie talk with the band, you found yourself silently wishing that when that day comes, you'd be there front and center, his biggest fan, and first in line to the signing.

"How, in the actual hell, did you just pull that off?" You ask Eddie as you sit in the passenger's seat of his Van. The two of you are headed for a diner, M/n wrote down on a piece of paper.

B/n collectively invited Eddie to dinner with them, to give him some pearls of wisdom into the life of professional musicians, a short of half hour crash course.

Eddie chuckled and shook his head, "I don't know. Pinch me." He said. You playfully reach towards his arm, "no! Not for real!" he called.

"I'm playing." you laugh.

"This is huge, I bet they remember you when Corroded Coffin hit's their level. Can you imagine? Looking back on today, when that happens?" You asked.

Eddie smiled faintly, eyes fixed to the road as he could feel his heart filling up.

"Or when you like going on tour with them, opening for them or maybe - maybe," you chatter on excitedly, "they open for Corroded, that, my love, would be clutch as hell."

"I don't know if I'm over the moon or scared of the faith you have in me, us." Eddie chuckled nervously. "It's some big shoes to fill, babe." He murmured.

"Oh you can do it, but You don't need to fill the shoes, You're going to make me proud regardless. You're my star no matter what." you tell him.

It's enough to make him blush. "I'll let you sign my favorite pants." you hum.

"It'll wash out." He laughed.

You shrug, "so you just keep signing them."

"Just saying, it's going to happen, just you wait." you add.

You and Eddie waited in the odd little diner with bright yellow seats. It wasn't the sort of place you expect B/n to choose to decompress. But then again, maybe that was the whole point.

"Probably fewer fans lurking about." was Eddie's reasoning.

After debriefing, freshening up and coming out of stage clothing, the members of B/n arrived at the diner.

After a bout of small talk, heavy praising of Eddie's skill, and some helpful friendly constructive criticism, B/n started to talk about the lifestyle, work ethic and more of being a professional musician.

You quietly wrote notes down for Eddie on napkins while he sat enthralled, listening attentively to the band and what words they had to offer him.

Eddie's heavily focused, you can tell by the serious expression on his face. You've only ever seen him this focused when he is working on a new song, writing up a campaign, or when listening to you when you really need it.

But you love that look, for a moment Eddie glances towards you. He catches you watching him, and he sends you a quick wink. It's a struggle to fight off a silly grin, surely you can sit around and be that couple in front of B/n.

Then again, it's much too late for that concern.

After the meal, a chat, and a smoke B/n leave to turn in for the night. As it stands to reason, they're exhausted.

Eddie stomps out his cigarette, and the two of you go back inside the diner, wanting desert. Eddie slumps in his chair once everything is quiet, his hands tucked behind his head as he exhales and whistles.

He looks at you, and you back at him, then slowly the two of you burst into a fit of laughter. "Holy shit, what's happening!" Eddie exclaimed gleefully. "They absolutely loved you." you say.

"I got tips, from M/n. I got tips from B/n" Eddie whispered, nearly dancing in his seat. "Oh, the guys are going to be so jealous." He exhaled.

"Green with it." You hummed.

Sitting up, Eddie fussed at his hair, eyes holding a dreamy wonder in them, as he watched the remains of his ice cream melt away. "Wow." he whispered.

You give him a warm smile, standing up you walk to sit in his lap and kiss him gently. "Happy birthday Eddie."

He looks up at you, takes your hands in his and kisses the back of them before holding your hands to his heart. "I'll never forget this day, ever. Even when I'm an ancient husk of myself, never forgetting this day." He said.

He kisses the back of your hands once more, "Or you. Not ever. I had the time of my life, and I had it with you." He whispered.

"Best birthday ever?" you ask.

Eddie nods and, leaning in for another kiss, he murmurs, "best birthday ever."

Masterlist

[maximuswolf]

Blood Sweat & Tears - Spinning Wheel [R&B]

Blood, Sweat & Tears - Spinning Wheel [R&B] https://youtu.be/kK62tfoCmuQ?si=LqOKce7Tk79EE3gl Submitted July 21, 2024 at 12:45PM by do-call-me-papi https://ift.tt/Tbprg4y via /r/Music

[uglyorganist]

Im now a linear tracking fag here's a picture of my setup that i put underwater. FUCK audiophile I'm a normal boy

record player - free except my blood sweat and tears spent fixing tonearm mechanics

amp - 20 dolar

speakers - idk best buy but we've had them in my house for so long it's basically free

Fuck yes...

[haute-lifestyle-com]

Abramorama announced they have licensed sales rights for the documentary What The Hell Happened To Blood, Sweat & Tears?, a riveting film that blends political and social commentary, involving one of the biggest rock bands of the late 60s.

[mcrningstarx]

Demons were hedonistic creatures and Lilith was the mother of all of them. It seemed fitting that she would find herself in the middle of any chaos that ensued. Lucifer could say the same for himself. He had indeed been the one to start a rebellion that would shape the course of history. Mentally, he was patting himself on the back. The Archfiend always wondered where they would be if they had actually won that war. It was no matter to them now though. Lucifer and Lilith would win this one with the blood, sweat and tears of all others involved. For now though, they could have some fun. He lifted his head slightly up off of her shoulder to look at the lycan she had decided would be their next victim. While the vampire tried to come to his senses, Lucifer focused his attention on the dog. There were many sins to pull out of this one, but it felt like violence would be all too easy. So, instead, he did what any person would have done. He amped up that feeling of lust within the lycan enough for them to start humping some table leg. "Well, I guess that's to be expected with dogs."

Having so many of her demons upon the city streets had been enjoyment enough. Especially after the party that she had devoted to each one of them, and the potential that they had harnessed with their own selfish claws. But oh, nothing would compare to the feeling of seeing her princes within the realm once again. With the prospect of what they could bring at the touch of their fingers. Sin after sin after sin would be exploited, forced upon these unsuspecting creatures until the entire city was turned into turmoil. And oh, Lilith would enjoy every moment; as she was sure Persephone would, as well. Her gaze soon followed his finger, watched as the vampire fell under the archfiend's compulsion, as it turned upon those around it. Oh, what a sight. As his chin rested upon her shoulder, Lilith relaxed back against him, her gaze already seeking out their next target. Her gaze fell upon a lycan, and a wicked smirk edged upon her lips, "That one."

[jiinjiinjarra]

BTS // Memories 2016 // Photobook // Blood Sweat & Tears Music Video // 2016 // Pt.10

Scan Cr. Jiinjiinjarra (me)

↳ Full Memories 2016 link (incl. other members)

[heartodaygrowntomorrow]

1,634.) Mon May 24, 2021

Happy 80th Birthday Bob Dylan! The Song of the Day is: Bob Dylan – “Like a Rolling Stone” From the album Highway 61 Revisited (1965) Once upon a time you dressed so fineThrew the bums a dime in your prime, didn’t you?People call say ‘beware doll, you’re bound to fall’You thought they were all kidding youYou used to laugh aboutEverybody that was hanging outNow you don’t talk so loudNow you…

[topoet]

Nyro Redux

I first heard a Laura Nyro (1947–1997) song without knowing it was hers. That was Stoned Soul Picnic performed by The Fifth Dimension – then When I Die by Blood Sweat & Tears. These were songs that stood out from the other work by these groups. In Cape Breton her lps weren’t easy find as she had no hits beyond these cover versions. I think my first lps of hers was Smile & Nested – amazing…

[filosofablogger]

♫ You've Made Me So Very Happy ♫

♫ You’ve Made Me So Very Happy ♫

A comment conversation with a relatively new member of my ‘blogging family’ led to this song.  I was thinking how it is that a new reader pops in to a post, and maybe that’s the only time we ever see him/her, but then on the other hand, maybe there’s a connection, a spark, something that says, “Hey, I really click with this person!”  I’ve had that happen on a number of occasions since I started…

[hiphopheadspodcast]

M-Dot - Blood, Sweat & Tears (Video)

M-Dot – Blood, Sweat & Tears (Video)

M-Dot with a new one called Blood, Sweat & Tears. This one’s off his new album Dining in Dystopia. The video here is amazing and this is just another solid track from m-dot. The little interviews for the faux battle is great haha.