The Adidas Stan Smith models have always been one of my favorite sneaks.  Fresh to death and more comfortable than slipping into a bathtub filled with cherry flavored Jell-o.  What, you freak!  Check these out.

That colorway moves me to tears…kinda like seeing the Lady de Guadalupe in some small Mexican village in a piece of white bread.  Back up, white bread, I don’t want to see your cracker-ass in my town with these on.

Online music magazine, Better Propaganda, is running a very ambitious series of posts that chronicles their version of Top 100 of this decade so far.  The categories include “Best Album” and “Best Artist” and have brought on some incredibly talented writers (yours truly included) to provide commentary.  If you’re a “Tops” junkie like I am, you’ll love this stuff. 

You may agree, you may say to yourself, “what a crock of shit”, but either way, it provides excellent argument fodder and a way to get your learn on and discover some great new shit to condescend your friends with.

Here’s Today’s Pig guest commentary on Jay-Z’s The Black Album (click on pic):

A couple weeks back, I was blessed to witness one of the best new bands out there, Pale Young Genetlmen.  In the middle of a six week tour that started in their hometown of Madison, WI, PYG had a small gap between their Arizona show and their next show which was in Los Angeles two nights later.

They wanted to make a stop in San Diego, and by the grace of god happen to contact my good friend Jackson, who runs Booking/Promotion company Action Jackson, to see if they could get a last minute show, anywhere.  And book a show he did…in the living room of his house.  Improvisation at it’s finest.  They played to packed house with all the fire and fury of a big venue sellout.  It was incredible.  

I bought a CD and spoke with lead singer Mike Reisenauer about driving cross country and Green Bay’s decision to take a pass on Brett Farve’s contract.  He was none too pleased.  Just to give you an idea about how seriously Wisconsonians take their Packers, PYG woke up the next morning, after playing late into the evening, at the crack of dawn to get up to Los Angeles before the 10am kickoff.  Now that’s dedication, friends.

Drummer Matt Reisenauer only gave us permission to run one track, “The Crook of My Good Arm”, but “Kettle Drum” is so good, I had to run both.  Sorry Matt, your stuff is just too unreal!

Pale Young Gentlemen -The Crook of My Good Arm  

Pale Young Gentlemen - Kettle Drum-(I Left A Note)

I wish I had some video to show you from the performance, but just to give you some idea, this should suffice:

Since A Tribe Called Quest called it a day, heads have been searching strenuously (and fruitlessly) for an heir to the supergroup throne.  Sure, De La is still kicking around, but let’s face it, we the people are looking for some new blood.

Friends, I believe we have a contender. 

Let me introduce you to your new favorite hip-hop superheroes: Dom Kennedy, Pac Div and Carter.  Los Angeles hip-hop at it’s finest.

Beat down your block:

Dom Kennedy, Pac Div, Gomea Warren IV - Everybody Knows Us

Head over to The Hundreds and get your FREE MP3 on BITCHES!
   

Ive come across a “web gem.” This thing is so creepy. Watch the eyebrows. 

As everyone knows (my three friends and a ghost in my apartment I call Dr. Schnoyzenberry), I’m a big time hat man.  I love them like most people love jeans or sneaks.  Mostly cause I can stylishly cover up my prematurely balding head and trick the ladies into thinking I a handsome man.  But when the hat comes off…HA…tricked ya bitch!!  There are some berserk design variations and colorways coming out of the sports world these day, sort of hopping on the New Era craze that all the street/urban wear companies are latching onto. 

Some of the logos and color aberrations are so amazing, you wouldn’t even recognize the connection to a sports team and could view it as a stunning new logo from some incredible artist, especially the NHL ones.  Since I don’t give a good god damn about hockey, these are like a huge, untapped visual dream for me.  These are my favorites (not all hockey):                         

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Best New Era selection in the biz is at www.ecapcity.com.

As you may or may not know, the price for New Era’s has skyrocketed in direct relation with their popularity, making buying one a tough decision.  Otherwise, I’d have a closet full of these like some dumb rap star on cribs that has a closet full of Jordans and stupid throwbacks.  They’ve been the standard in headgear for a while now, and not the headgear that you rocked your freshman year in high school when you used to drool on your pillow fool.

The best hat out there right now is this X-Large piece, only available in Japan.  If you see someone in your hood sporting this beaut, I’d highly suggest pulling a slick one on them, as the XL print run of these was super limited and you may never get an opportunity like this for a long, long time.   

Nuts.  Shit is dead here in the States.  The first thing I’m going to hassle my man Obama about starting Jan 20 is to force a few specific clothing companies to re-press some dope deadstock.

get some free liars tracks! MMMMM. Ive had these four demo tracks for a while now. The album is quite heavenly.

The Hundreds dropped a new series of t-shirts that are collaborations with five of the world’s best artists David Choe, Mr. 44, Tofer, Usugrow, and my personal favorite Robbie Canal.  Head over to the Hundreds site www.the hundreds.com and check these beauties.  They’re on a limited run, so get one now, cause we all know Bobby doesn’t roll second prints. 

Check the Robbie Canal piece, so ill:

 Don’t let me catch your hipster ass walking through North Park with this on, otherwise you’ll end up like that dude on Deliverance–”Squeal like a pig!”

I live in the hood, and living in the hood means I always have to park my car far, far away from the steps of my door.  Well, tonight, that walk has never felt so good.  People were screaming from within their homes screams of joy that I’ve never heard before.  I was moved almost to tears because I knew the numbers were in….

Ladies and gentlemen, here’s to getting our country back from the fucking Texas oil mafia.  This is a new thing, and it’s OURS.  Let’s make it good again.  I love you all, this is truly a special day.

We have a new president.