Every now & then, a draft will get lost in the sauce. Such is the case for this clip for honda’s “Let It Out” off honda’s IV and featuring Rakaa & Money Harm. Enjoy & please forgive our slacktitude.

There was a time when a DJ had to prove themselves on the wheels of steel before they could even think about releasing an album. Noted turntablist DJ Honda is a classic example of this as he parlayed a runner-up performance in a DJ completion into a recording contract with Sony Music Japan. Fast forward 17 later and he’s back with the fourth installment in his “h” series, DJ HondaIV. The premise of the album is simple, Honda provides the beats/scratches & emcees of varying degrees of notoriety provide the lyrics. Unfortunately, all parties involved are rarely ever on the same page. Read the rest of this entry »

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DJ Honda’s hIV drops on 9.5.09. Read the rest of this entry »

Words By Contraâ„¢

“Memories…don’t live like people do.” – Dante Beze

But music does.

Part of the reason for this, is that through all the strife and struggle, all pleasures and parties, there is music. Our feelings, perspectives, dreams and realities are all bottled in a beat with a melody somewhere out there.

For me, I travel. A lot.

I remember when I first listened to “30 Something” on Kingdom Come and Jay said to me, “You ain’t got enough stamps in your passport to fuck with Young H.O.”

I stared back at the speakers…

“Ehm…actually, Mr. Jigga, I do. What I don’t have is space for more stamps.”

I couldn’t understand what his fascination with traveling was.

Island hopping over the summer is cool. Being able to stare at a globe and paint memories with your eyes next to each city name you read is ineffably dope.

But being away so often or so long that kids grow up behind your back, friends forget your face, lovers leave you, and you no longer know what a “home” feels like is probably the closest feeling to death a man can experience in his lifetime. Read the rest of this entry »