Sunspot Jonz

The true hip hop! Definitely true hip hop indeed from Oakland-raised and bred co-creator of the Living Legends crew, Sunspot Jonz on his most recently released underground hip hop LP, "Why We Fight." There are six members of the Living Legends whom are both from California's hubs, Los Angeles and the San Francisco Bay Area. All of the Legends have gone on to do many solo projects and most of the solo projects were just alright, but Sunspot Jonz has definitely proven on this LP that he can be successful with or without the Legends. "Why We Fight" is laced with 19 heavy bass-laden and eclectic tracks and a bonus track at the end of the installment that all carry their own many different themes to leave your ass nodding your head for 80 minutes . I was hella impressed with what I have heard on this LP!. From the jazz-influenced instrumental, "Hip Hop" to tracks featuring the Grouch, Equipto, Luckyiam.PSC, and Eligh, this album is definitely one for any hip hop collector. I would recommend this to any hip hop fan, well any music fan in general. Sunspot Jonz will not let you down on this LP; he will leave your senses and ears tingling and wanting more.

Overall Grade: 84 percent (B)

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thepainstillifeel
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Wearing Hella Hats.

So...I didn't get the online moderator job for Meez.com. It pissed me off yesterday morning, but soon after receiving the bad news, I got over it. I am moving into my place possibly tomorrow or Saturday. The online moderator job for Meez.com only included moderating the forums. Basically, I would make sure that the teenage kids wouldn't put any porn on the forums, or start stupid threads on the forum. And the best part is that I would be able to do this job from the comfort of my home! Getting paid for this...a dream! But, I didn't get it. I have an interview today with another "online community," so let's hope that it pays as well and can be done from home as well.

I start school on Monday; I am rather ready for it to start so I can graduate! To graduate and move onto bigger and better things. I have an article that I have published in my local newspaper, "East Palo Alto Daily News" on gentrification. In fact, it was a blog that I wrote a while back that I submitted to be published. I will continue to try to freelance write for as many publications as possible in order to add more and more things to my resume. I think that by this time next year (Lord say the same) I will have a wide range of things to put on my resume.

At this point in my life:
1) I am interning for one of my favorite hip hop groups, Zion I.
2) I write for my local newspaper, "East Palo Alto Daily News."
3) I write club and venue reviews for NiteVibe.com.

Possibilities in the Near Future (like next week):
1) Online Community Moderator (Limbo.com)
2) Writing Internship (Vintage Auto Racing Magazine)

I am blessed.

Hardcore rock

It's not very hard to sit here and write with Josh Scogin of The Chariot screaming in my ears with my headphones in. As hard as it is for most people to comprehend what hardcore rock bands lyrics are, for me, it isn't that hard to understand exactly what they are saying through their low death groans and high screeching yells. In the beginning when I first start listening to metal, I used to find myself looking up the lyrics via Internet to understand exactly what the hell the singer from these various bands were trying to convey through the screams. After reading the lyrics of a few songs, you start to realize that metal is more than "a handful of white boys screaming their lungs out" (like an average Black man would say). You start to realize that these lyrics are deeper than most of the radio-friendly rock bands' songs that you are saturated with on a daily basis.

The Chariot


The Number 12 Looks Like You


Norma Jean



As Cities Burn


Every Time I Die




Sevendust

Broken Glass All In My Mouth

Sometimes I look in the mirror and I don’t know who that is staring at me. Who’s that guy weathered by stress and beats himself down to a pulp. Does he fail to realize that he is divine? I know that I am divine but sometimes I look at myself and it hurts my eyes. The reflection I see…the guy that is inside of me..asking what’s it like to be free…ooh free is just a state of mind…a simple feeling…strikingly blindly to the depths of the ceilings…of caverns of my thoughts…I was bought….hell, well I can’t be bought when all I ever had is to soon to be lost…I scraped, scratched, and fought for the world to be easy…found out that I was much more than the dirt so she could see me….maybe she would give it a chance to derail my train of thought….so we could get beyond all the soon on here and after thoughts…but the timing of these events just didn’t seem to come here on after…I stated and forgave her for me crying and her laughter…the soon of a broken thought made the jokes a bit badder…like climbing to the top then realizing it’s a broken ladder…