#nyc mixtape

[realnyhiphop101]

DJ Doo Wop “95 Live & Da Bounce Squad” Era

[swizziee]

DJ Clue? | The Professional Ad. (1998)

[upnorthtrips]

Do Remember! The Golden Era of NYC Hip-Hop Mixtapes is the first comprehensive deep-dive oral and visual history of the golden era of hip-hop mixtape culture in New York City. From street corners to corner offices, mixtapes made a huge impact on the music industry and hip-hop culture in New York City during the late ’80s, ���90s, and early 2000s. Mixtapes helped dictate what rap songs were hot in the clubs, on the radio, and in the streets, and they influenced which artists would get signed to record deals. Mixtapes also showcased which DJs had the most skills and creativity, and who had the juice to pull the illest exclusives. Do Remember! combines the best elements of oral and pictorial histories to explore the evolution of mixtapes as a crucial component of New York City hip-hop culture. Featuring a comprehensive collection of rare mixtape cover art, never-before-seen images, vintage tracklists, and exclusive interviews with Kid Capri, Brucie B, Mister Cee, Ron G, S&S, Doo Wop, Green Lantern, Lord Finesse, Clark Kent, Bobbito, Cipha Sounds, Havoc of Mobb Deep, the late, great DJ Kay Slay, and many more, including a special foreword by Fab 5 Freddy, Do Remember! captures an era in New York City that went on to inspire future hip-hop generations all over the world.

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[alazarrr]

Rest Well Stack Bundles.

[omegaremix]

Omega Radio for June 4, 2016; #112.

"Brand New" "Egg Raid On Mojo" "Cookie Puss" "She's On It" "Rhymin & Stealin'" "Girls" "Fight For Your Right" "No Sleep Till Brooklyn" "Paul Revere" "Brass Monkey" "The Sounds Of Science" "Hey Ladies" "Looking Down The Barrel Of A Gun" "Ask For Janice" "Pass The Mic" "Gratitude" "So What'cha Want" + (Soul Assassins RMX) "The Biz Vs. The Nuge" "Sure Shot" "B-Boys Makin' With The Freak Freak" "Root Down" "Sabotage" "Flute Loop" "Body Movin'" "Intergalactic"

Bonus broadcast; Beastie Boys Summer showcase.

[blaylists]

listen with your soul

[mosleyboxing]

Mike TYSON x Cus D'Amato x Incredible Bongo Band x Grandmaster Flash

[omegaplus]

# 4,507

October 30, 2018.

Something inside me was nagging me to go to Manhattan. A few days later, I find myself on the Deer Park platform for a good half-an-hour before the westbound Penn Station train arrives. Six PM. Upper 40’s. The deep prismatic remnants of the fallen twilight sun sit on the horizon west on the tracks. Clear skies, no clouds. Stars in the sky and the moon’s already gone. It’s rare I’d take a train this late to the Five Boroughs and it’s not to see family, doctors, or for a band. I was curious to see how well my kit took night shots and take it from there.

I felt like I didn’t finish the job properly the last time I was there. By “job”, I meant the August photography session at The American Radiator Building, The Freedom Tower and Times Square. I always wanted to aim and fire at those two locales and that day’s doctor appointment made it possible. That was right after I entered a new sordid era. Ever since the Brooklyn goth girl tore my heart out I’d have a new perspective on what could’ve been and what I’ll be missing completely.

The brass ring I was told of was never there to begin with. Someone else had it all along. I was still poisoned with the effects of being led on, lied to, and deceived in the worst possible way. I would never feel or see the same way about city aspirations again. Yet, no matter how many razor-thin-tipped arrows are pierced deep in your body, you still fight on.

I don’t even remember what I thought of on the ride west to Penn Station. I was too busy numbing myself with the night’s playlist. I look out the window to my right as Impalers’ “High Wired” was as going fast as the motion blur itself. 65 minutes later, the train slows down as it enters Penn Station. Ron Morelli’s “Golden Oldies” came on when the line slowed down to darkness and crawled by the obscure rarely-seen corridors. The line slows to a complete stop. The doors open and it starts.

I board off, head up the steps to and through Penn Station, and take the 1/2/3 to 42nd St. For the first time since one New Year’s Eve, I’m in the heart of Times Square at night. The Electric Behemoth. I set up my tripod in-between the streaming traffic while being aware of my surroundings. I aim high and shoot with all the settings and adjustments possible, even wildly playing around with the f-stop and leave the sizzling effects for interpretation. After an hour the kit’s display would tell me a story: I’d find out that no matter how I balance my settings I’d never have the right amount of color or sharpness. Too dim, too fuzzy, too bright. Not enough detail. The color’s are off. It seems you could only achieve what your camera allows you to. On towards Tribeca.

I take the 1/2/3 Express line all the way down to a few blocks short of the Freedom Tower. It’s a different scene from when I was there the last time. Not the pleasant blank-blue skies of a baked early-August afternoon, but the quiet pitch-black streets of the end of October where the silence begs for your attention. A few bars open on Church St. where a scant few people stand on the sidewalk conversing with associates or on their phones closing their deals. I line the camera down south and shoot darkness. The numerous specks of overheads and streetlamps illuminate stationary as the traffic lights instantly switch from red to green. The negative space help separate the dynamic range between darkness and colored lights as I play around with the zoom, firing the kit while it adjusts its focus to capture the bokeh effect.

I walk straight to the Hudson River Greenway. Only 3,500-4,000 feet of water separates me from Jersey City. 1,500 to One World Trade Center / Freedom Tower. Total isolation. A younger couple walking amongst themselves from the piers…and no one else to be found. All I could do was aim and fire at Jersey City with as many combinations of settings as possible. The empty office buildings are fully awake with their bright lights and lucid signs as they stood tall and away in the distance as no one else besides myself are around. After all I could, I turned it south towards the Freedom Tower and shoot as much as the batteries allowed it. I successfully managed to avoid the incoming traffic of cyclists because I paid attention and looked where I was going. Not so much for one oblivious muppet who walked first and looked later. He walked right in front of a oncoming bicyclist and they almost collided. “C’mon. Seriously?” barked the cyclist who verbally flashed some sense into the oblivious dullard. Now back to the 1/2/3 express line up north to head home.

I got off one stop short north of Penn Station, the Times Square / 42nd St. Stop where I ended getting up at 40th St. And 8th Av. I walked around Lord knows what streets. I didn’t plan it but somehow I walked past the Port Authority. And somewhat of a pleasant surprise to break negative thought if even for five minutes: a “post no bills” message stenciled on a random red door. Below it: another stencil of Bill Murray. Genius.

I walk through the Manhattan maze the night before Halloween. All five boroughs are gearing up for the whimsical festivities. The city streets are tidy and quiet with barely anyone walking through the minimal light and activity but it’s still all there. I’m right where I want to be. Always - except I walk solo. It would’ve been great to have someone join this unique experience with me. No reason why it shouldn’t but there always is. Instead, someone took me for a ride and left me head-fucked and demystified. She’s right here yet so far away and I can’t get to her. All I could think of on the walk towards back to Penn Station is another could-have scenario once again made possible by immature people and their foolish games. What’s worse? It’s her holiday tomorrow. I know in my mind she’ll be having lots of fun however she gets it. I won’t.

Another night in the record books. About 200 shots taken against the blinding million dollar lights, the pressing cold winds and the serene city silence. The 11:15PM line back to Deer Park is here. It usually takes about 10 minutes of standstill before the train finally takes off. It’s no surprise that Council Estate Electronics’ “60 Megawatts” grinds in my ears as I sit still in the front car sitting forwards and that alone is all doldrums; just waiting for train to take off. Then it morphs into Ron Morelli’s still-unsettling, suspenseful “Narco FRQ” as the line slow-rolls out of Penn Station in tune with the subtle clacking of the train’s wheels on the track. Another 65 minutes to go as I keep my quotient up and my era open, stupified as to what’s in store for me.

Plaque Marks: “Anxiety Driven Nervous Worship”

Council Estate Electronics: Urals

Erica Eso: “Vaccination Free”

AceMo: Black Populous

Arctic Flowers: Weaver

Pop Group, The: “(Amnesty Report II)”

Impalers: “Filth Binge”

Boy Harsher: “Motion”

Fellony: “Politics Of Verticality”

Sky Ferreira: “Voices Carry”

Heem Stogied X EyeDee X Tha God Fahim: “Drive By”

Gnarcissists: “We All Just Wanna’”

clipping.: “Something They Don't Know” (Bad Zu RMX)

Jeremiah J ft. Knxwledge: “Almost”

War On Drugs, The: “Up All Night”

Radon: “A Fist Full Of Potash”

Palm: “Ostrich Vacation”

Impalers: “High Wired”

Caroline K: “Chearth”

Echo Beds: Why Bother Stacking The Chairs On A Sinking Ship”

Blueprint: “Five Years Ago”

Beths, The: “Great No One”

FACS: “Primary” (demo)

Death In June: “Little Black Angel”

Philippe Hallais: “Hero / Fall / Angela”

Fire Engines: “(We Don't Need This) Fascist Groove Thang”

Dilly Dally: “Doom”

Serge Gainsbourgh: “Je T'aime Moi Non Plus”

wosX: “Armageddon”

Young Fathers: “Lord”

Further Reductions: “Central System”

Street Sects: “And I Grew Into Ribbons”

Frankie Cosmos: “Outside With The Hotties”

Badlands: “Heavy Sighs”

Ron Morelli: Disappearer

[ourladyofomega]

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[sports-drugs-entertainment]

THE MOBB DYNASTY APPARENTLY YOU THOUGHT I WAS SOME OTHER TYPE......

[firebarzzz]

Stretch Armstrong - Lesson 1 (1997) NYC, NY sides A&B - MixTapes -

Stretch Armstrong - Lesson 1 (1997) NYC, NY sides A&B

Tracklist 1 Company Flow– 8 Steps To Perfection2 Krumb Snatcha– Gettin’ Closer To God3 Brainwash 2000– Break It Down4 Godfather Don– Properties Of Steel5 Hillfiguz– Not Enuff Time6 The Korp– The Champion7 L. The Head Toucha– Too Complex8 Natural Elements– Bust Mine9 Black Attack & Problemz– Freestyle10 R.A. The Rugged Man– Freestyle11 F.T.– Freestyle12 Dogface– Freestyle13 Lace Da Booms–…

[royaltyrules816]

Happy Birthday DJ Kay Slay‼️

[djgates]

JUST STAYING IN MY LANE. GOOD MORNING EVERYBODY #DJ #NYC #EASTHARLEM #MIXTAPE #RADIO #CLUB #PHOTOGRAPHER #MUSIC #BUSINESSMAN #DJGATES (at East Harlem) https://www.instagram.com/p/CpP9dv-Lvlz/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[sirenedeslily]

VIDEO OBSESSION 〻ᯇ # matthew sturniolo

✦ SEARCHING FOR PROFILES… two results found !

result ONE out of TWO — @ChromeHearts

MATTHEW STURNIOLO, marlboro-stained recluse. winter fog. chrome hearts. eyebags? permanent. little big planet. streamer incapable of not raging. body littered in tattoos. opium* meets forgotten ps2 game protagonist. yohji yamamoto. blade runner (1982). 2002. scared of the hoes. relies heavily on sarcasm, dry quips, and saying “bruh” at the most inappropriate times. permanently tired. takes games way too seriously but always clutches the win. vamp anthem by playboi carti. boston › nyc.

KAILANI HENDRIX, the quintessential “soft girl” youtuber from nyc. tinted lip gloss. born in pink tulle & lace. doe eyed. small, delicate tattoos peeking from under lace-trimmed sleeves. miu miu. short n sweet. freshly painted nails holding a cup of matcha. directed by sofia coppola. prada candy. deer-themed knickknacks. soft spoken. rhode. leg warmers. dainty gold rings. ‘03 princess. her most cherished possession? her custom made blythe doll that her boyfriend gifted her. bambi by clairo. sandy liang. ballet flats.

CHRIS STURNIOLO, static by lucki. vivienne westwood. 2002. disheveled and clueless. stussy. mario kart aficionado but only chooses donkey kong. pepsi. hot wheels hoarder. timberlands. chronically inebriated but somehow always lucid enough to pull off a quick-witted comeback. dior sauvage. collects old bootleg mixtapes of obscure 90’s memphis rap. french toast crunch. album reaction streamer who plays ssx tricky and gta v when high. custom lighter with his beautiful girlfriend on it. godly at fortnite.

NAO CHUNG, kill bill: vol. 1 (2003). deeply nostalgic for jet set radio future, and can recite every dj professor k line from memory. born in ‘00. yumin ha. soju. aphex twin. sonic adventure 2. co-parents a tamagotchi with his boyfriend nick. korea › nyc. spike spiegel. incapable of thinking before he speaks. ralph lauren polo. self thought producer. ysl l’homme. singer who effortlessly blends the edge of k-rnb with dreamy electronic textures, capturing a raw, nostalgic energy rooted in korean street culture. omen main but exclusively runs knife kills in unranked just to troll his friends.

NICK STURNIOLO, self titled idgaf warrior. vintage olympus om-10. obsessed with collecting bootleg runway tapes and niche comme des garçons accessories—his holy grail is an unreleased cdg tote from their 1998 guerilla pop-up in paris.. gentle monster eyewear. homotron 3000. poison by brent faiyaz. carries a polaroid of nao tucked into the coin slot of his vivienne westwood wallet. ‘02 star. mocha macarons. always in second-hand luxury stores. comme des garçons odeur 53. youtuber known for his meticulous fashion reviews. leather jackets and marlboro reds.

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[incorrectbatfam]

What last minute gas station gifts would the bats buy for someones birthday?

Dick: a snow globe but instead of snow it's glittery water because half of Louisiana sits below sea level

Jason: an overpriced wooden deer antler because Minnesota Nice is more like Minnesota Passive-Aggressive That Digs Into Your Conscience

Tim: a coupon book for the car wash even though they both know they're not going back to Idaho

Damian: a local author's book on gardening because he's not gonna find anything else in rural Manitoba

Duke: off-brand Gatorade near Area 51 with warnings for children and people who are pregnant

Cullen: a mixtape from a guy in the parking lot claiming to need the money to get to Nashville even though it's not that far and $8 is the exact same price as a pack of cigarettes

Stephanie: maple syrup in a pretty leaf-shaped bottle so no one pays attention to the fact that it was produced in Albuquerque and does not in fact contain any maple syrup

Cassandra: Gary Gator, a plushie dressed exactly how you'd expect for a Fort Lauderdale gas station mascot

Barbara: the exact same novelty license plate sold at every gift shop across Pennsylvania

Harper: a t-shirt for some place called Salty Moe's Burger Bucket off of I-94 just outside Eau Claire

Carrie: taffy from the fifth place claiming to be America's oldest candy shop even though Arizona was the 47th state to join the union

Kate: room temperature beer from a 100 square foot place claiming to be the best rest stop in Eastern Montana

Alfred: a gun 'cause it's Texas but also because he can appreciate a historically accurate replica

Selina: cash from the ATM after the asshole manager refused to do something as simple as giving her directions to Boston

Bruce: the gas station even though there's no point trying to drive in NYC