Rest in Peace, Phife Dawg!

According to DJ Chuck Chillout‘s Twitter post, the legendary Phife Dawg of A Tribe Called Quest has passed away at the young age of 45. Chuck Chillout posted the Tweet just after 1 a.m. EST Wednesday morning

R.I.P. Malik “Phife Dawg” Taylor
Flawless! Legend! Big Up! Thanks for everything!

Radical Body Acceptance


Ilma Gore paints America great again

“Make America Great Again” was created to evoke a reaction from its audience, good or bad, about the significance we place on our physical selves. One should not feel emasculated by their penis size or vagina, as it does not define who you are. Your genitals do not define your gender, your power, or your status.

Simply put, you can be a massive prick, despite what is in your pants.

The Weird World of Blowfly

Outside of the recording industry or a convention of pop-music connoisseurs, you’re not likely to hear anyone name-check Clarence Reid, a 66-year-old songwriter whose funk-and-R&B-heavy back catalog has been sampled by the likes of Beyoncé, Puff Daddy and the Jurassic 5.

But casual fans might recognize Mr. Reid’s novelty-act alter ego, Blowfly, a stage persona best known for a sequined superhero outfit and some of the dirtiest, dumbest rhymes ever written outside of a bathroom stall.

Illustrated by a thin selection of archival material, Jonathan Furmanski’s rock-doc profile “The Weird World of Blowfly” traces Mr. Reid’s career arc from successful journeyman songwriter to 1970s underground hero and (brief) early-’80s crossover success, followed by two decades of sporadic efforts and a gradual fade into obscurity.

Blowfly returned to active duty in 2005 with the help of the Miami music writer Tom Bowker, who now doubles as Mr. Reid’s road manager and drummer. Several albums and concert tours of America, Germany and Australia have followed. But to quote LL Cool J, don’t call it a comeback. The half-empty auditoriums, indifferent audiences and backstage shouting matches pre-empt the scenario’s feel-good potential and much of its personal color.

As Blowfly, Mr. Reid primarily parodied (if that’s the word) well-known pop singles by rewriting their lyrics along hypersexual and scatological lines. His discography is an unbroken sequence of adolescent crudities almost entirely unredeemed by cleverness or wit.

And yet somehow Mr. Reid has an ability to push so far into the depths of stupidity that he breaks out the other side, making you laugh in spite of yourself.


Bye bye Blowfly

Before there was Kool Keith, Old Dirty Bastard or 2 Live Crew – before there was hip hop, for that matter – there was Blowfly, performing X-rated songs with a funky groove. Born 60 years ago in Cochran, Georgia, Miami’s Clarence Reid has recorded more than 40 albums during his illustrious career. He got his nickname as a child when his grandmother, after hearing him sing dirty versions of then popular songs – like “Suck My Dick” for “Do The Twist” – proclaimed, “You is nastier than a blowfly.”


About a year ago or so, we got in touch with Clarence to record his voice — the Voice of God — for a Time Titans teaser clip.
Blowfly was the perfect match for that. No question. We were proud to work with a legend like him.

Today we got informed, that Clarence Reid, the genius known both by his given name and as Blowfly, the Master of Class, passed peacefully today, January 17th, in his hospice room.
Damn, fucking cancer.

Nothing But Love and Respect — Blowfly is a real time titan, will stay forever. Period.

Bye bye Spaceboy

David Bowie, whose groundbreaking sound and chameleon-like ability to reinvent himself made him a pop music fixture for decades, has died. Well, great men never die, they just fade away and stay …

Turn and face the strange, changes.
Oh look out you rock ‘n’ rollers, pretty soon now you’re gonna get older.
Time may change me, but I can’t trace time.
I said that time may change me, but I can’t trace time.


Born to lose, lived to win.

Our mighty, noble friend Lemmy passed away today after a short battle with an extremely aggressive cancer. He had learnt of the disease on December 26th, and was at home, sitting in front of his favorite video game from The Rainbow which had recently made its way down the street, with his family.

Ian ‘Lemmy’ Kilmister
1945 -2015
Born to lose, lived to win.

Play Motörhead loud, play Hawkwind loud, play Lemmy’s music LOUD.
Have a drink or few.

Shit happens …

‘U-1206′s’ crew scuttled the German vessel after a potty mishap

On April 14, 1945, Schlitt and his submarine were eight days into their first combat patrol of the war. The submarine lurked 200 feet beneath the surface of the North Sea when Schlitt decided that he could figure the toilet out himself.

The situation escalated quickly. The unpleasant liquid filled the toilet compartment and began to stream down onto the submarine’s giant internal batteries — located directly beneath the bathroom — which reacted chemically and began producing chlorine gas.

As the poisonous gas filled the submarine, Schlitt frantically ordered the boat to the surface. The crew blew the ballast tanks and fired their torpedoes in an effort to improve the flooded vessel’s buoyancy.

After taking damage from an air attack, the only option was to scuttle the sub and order the sailors overboard.