God damn WORD youre gonna need to start paying me..

POST BITCHES.

I AM TALKING TO YOU JORDAN, ERIK, LUKE, NICK, JAKE, (YOUR IN FUCKING GHANA) AND JESS AND HEN EVERYONE FUCKKKK JUST KEEP THIS GOING.
I KNOW YOUR WASTING TIME ON THE INTERNET JUST COPY AND PASTE SOME SHIT.
OR ACTUALLY BE PRODUCTIVE AND PUT SOMETHING TOGETHER.

"What would it be like if a house could dream."

555 KUBIK | facade projection | from urbanscreen on Vimeo.

We Know What We Came For

Sleep lightly, Upstate firebrand/
Clockwise kid cling tight to the wire hand...

New tracks coming soon.

Be there, or Be a rhombus.

Hypnosis

My dad put me onto Hypnotic Brass Ensemble a little while ago after Sasha Frere-Jones (in my opinion one of the best current music journalists) wrote about them in The New Yorker. Except for the drummer, all of the guys in this band are brothers, all sons of Chicago jazz trumpeter Phil Cohran. Crazy, right? They've made their rep playing on the streets of NY and other cities, hustling and selling albums by hand, but they've also done some pretty high profile gigs, collaborated with people like Tony Allen and Mos Def, and in 2008 released an ill self-titled album. Here's a tight version of them playing their song, "War," on the Jools Holland show in England. And if you're interested, here's the afformentioned Sasha Frere-Jones article.

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

What up peoples?!!! This is gonna be quick, cause my head is thick, with malarone and sleepy dreams. So here I post, to blogging I toast, and maintaining thoughtful streams!. Another blogspot about IDDS. Check it for more consistent info than I will provide iddsummit.blogspot.com. Peace, much love, hope all is well, contact me.


--Jake

FREEDOM

"They say
it is better to light a candle than to curse the dark
in the eyes of the youth there are question marks
like freedom."
- K'Naan

Happy 4th of July.

K'naan - In The Beginning

DAAMNNN THAT SUCKS.

Weird

Dudes, dudes, dudes. Everyone shimmy shamming I hope. So I had this dream last night I thought I'd share. Cant remember most of it but... We were all living outside in this crazy climate where it would rain then be mad hot and we were all running around wild as fuck having a great time. It was a lot of fun, then some official seeming people came and told us we had to leave for a trip. Then was the best part. Suddenly we were all flying in this cramped little plane having another little party. Every few minutes one of us would leave the group and go pilot it. It was tiny and rickety but we were moving like a jet fighter making crazy moves. After what felt like a couple hours we landed and I got out to see what we were flying in. It was an oldschool bicycle with a passenger compartment attached like a trailer. The pilot would sit outside the compartment on a seat like a normal bike and fucking gun it. There was a little propeller in the back and you would crank to keep it going. Th best part is it held 14 people. We all just piled out of this compartment the size of Smartcar. I got really excited and took tons of photos. My plan was to upload them to Hester P. I woke up this morning ready to post all the photos.... then realized I was dreaming. It was so much fun. So ya thats it. Stay well gentlemen, fly high, get dry, look in the mirror, and close one eye. What you see, is not a mystery, for it has taken time, to re-embody your history. Look at yourself, take care of your health, ask both what you are, and where you want to be.

--Jake did not write this.