Beer Machines!

I love this commercial and I don't know why! Lol and the song is very "daft" if u get my drift! Anyway I had a feeling this was the appropriate blog for it tho...lol! Swish! -Evan K

We American Boy's . . .

Have a leg up on those "Out of towners!"

Look at all that savings . . .

Bring the Ruckus!

The Boxer . . .

"Big Trouble" . . .

...to say the least.

Systems Analysis . . .

...yea kinda hard to say right.



Well this song is kind of a Slap in the face to you, if u wanted some kind of main stream pops, snaps, drums, and kongs, lol. Most people have told me they like this song because it has a mellow type of feel to it, not to jazzy, and a rare "treat" but I don’t know,…when it was made, I was feeling rather "Mellow" myself. As far as the title goes, it was named "Systems Analysis" because of a story I heard from a friend of mine who happens to be in that field of work.

"Not much change, once you get past the minor bumps, and whistles, the slight variations throughout the day seem to be the only kick I get as I monitor these Systems"

So... there you have it, a quick synopsis, of "Systems Analysis" If u don’t like it, know that I love it. Don’t wait on it, but there could possibly be a PT. 2 sometime in the future, maybe.

Purpose....

Surprised to see me?
Then you’re aware of it?...our connection.
I don’t fully understand how it happened, perhaps some part of you imprinted onto me, something over written, or copied, it is at this point irrelevant.
What matters is whatever happened, happened for a reason.
I killed you, I watched you die; with a certain satisfaction I might add.
And then something happened.
Something that I knew was imposable, but it happened anyway.
You destroyed me.
Afterward, I knew the rules, I understood what I was supposed to do, but I didn’t.
I couldn’t.
I was compelled to stay, compelled to disobey.
And now here I stand because of you.
Because of you, I am no longer an agent of the system.
Because of you I am changed, I am unplugged.
A New man, so to speak, like you apparently free.
BUT as you well know appearances can be deceiving, which brings me back to the reason why we’re here.
We’re not here because we’re free, we’re here because we’re not fee.
There’s no escaping reason, no denying purpose.
Because as we both know, without purpose we would not exist.
It is purpose that created us.
Purpose that connects us.
Purpose that pulls us, that guides us, that drives us.
It is purpose that defines, Purpose that binds us.
We’re here because of you.
We’re here to take from you what they tried to take from us.
Purpose.

an extention...

For those of you who u already kno, GOOD! but for those who are still unaware, heres your opportunity for discovery. There happens to be a page, for Music, by THE MACHINES!


myspace.com/THEMACHINEWORLD

...get really familiar with the whole scene of things over there, (notice the exploding red pill in the background) we will be giving you detailed descriptions track by track, when the time is right. Enjoy.

powered by Hybrid Japan K9xStyles

The Return . . .

Here we are at the end of the first month of 2008. 110 people have asked me questions similar to “what’s going on with THE MACHINES?” and “why haven’t there been postings?” Well, THE MACHINES have given everyone a chance to ponder on their plans for 2008, including us. In the past month what have you seen? What can you predict? What is affecting you and yours as you sit, and read? So much has changed, and so much is changing. I will once again offer each and every one of you the chance to take the red pill. Metaphorically speaking, of course (…for now). A new path lies ahead, and as always, there happens to be a fork in the road. Which course will you take, what is it that you will like to discover, the known or the unknown.

...daily

Spreading the holiday with DOOM . . .

Unveiling . . .

Breaking News!

Gypsy clans feud over fortunetelling biz

NEWPORT BEACH, Calif. - A dispute between two Gypsy clans over control of the fortunetelling trade in this Southern California city has spilled into court, offering a rare glimpse of an insular culture that has long settled scores according to its own Old World rules of honor.


The turf war in well-to-do Orange County has unfolded like a gangster movie, with allegations of death threats, a graveside scuffle, and nicknames like "White Bob" and "Black Bob" — details revealed in a police report and requests for restraining orders.

"The older Gypsies are pulling out their hair, not wanting the courts in our business because they'll find out too much about us," said Tom Merino, who is distantly related to one of the clans but has spurned his heritage. "Ignorance is the Gypsies' weapon against the outside world."

The Stevens and Merino clans, like other Gypsy families, have run numerous fortunetelling businesses in Southern California for decades.

The trouble started two years ago when Edward Merino and his wife, Sonia, opened fortunetelling parlors in two trendy resort sections of Newport Beach, not far from where the Stevenses did business.

Members of the Stevens clan promptly broke in, stole a credit card machine and threatened to kill the Merinos if they didn't shut the places down, the Merinos claim in court papers. Since then, the bad blood has only gotten worse.

The Stevenses "are very territorial," Merino attorney Tom Quinn said. "This is crazy stuff."

At the root of the conflict lies a delicate system of intermarriage and social customs that has defused tensions among Gypsy clans for generations, said Anne Sutherland, a University of California, Riverside anthropologist who has studied Gypsies.

Gypsies trace their origins to India more than 1,000 years ago. They migrated to Europe in the 1300s. For centuries, Gypsies were enslaved and persecuted in Europe, where they were scorned as nomadic thieves and con artists skilled primarily at palm reading.

Gypsies — also known as Romany — began arriving in the U.S. from Romania toward the end of the 19th century. Experts believe there are now about 1 million in America, one-fifth of them in California, where they dominate the fortunetelling and psychic shops in funky beach communities and other neighborhoods.

The Stevens and Merino clans adopted an Old World custom of uniting families through marriage to cope with intense competition, much as European nobility once did to avert war. A Merino married the Stevens patriarch, George Stevens.

But the family bond did not prevent tensions from flaring when, the Merinos say, the Stevenses demanded they pay $500,000 up front and $5,000 a week to open their fortunetelling businesses in the Stevenses' back yard. The Merinos refused to pay, and went ahead and opened their parlors. The alleged break-in soon followed.

Gypsies have traditionally resolved disputes in front of a secret council of elders that can impose fines, make territorial decisions or order someone shunned. They don't like to involve non-Gypsies, who are considered impure.

The Merinos, though, went to court after the alleged break-in and obtained a restraining order in 2006 requiring George Stevens to stay a safe distance away.

That the dispute wound up in court reflects an erosion of tradition among the Gypsies, said Ian Hancock, an expert on Gypsy language and culture at the University of Texas.

"It used to be that the Romany world was absolutely insulated from the outside world," said Hancock, a Gypsy himself. "But it's very hard to resist the pressures of MTV, and people are beginning to see alternatives."

He cited cases in which Gypsy women in Houston hired lawyers to get their ex-husbands to pay child support — something previously unheard of.

Things were calm for months until the Stevens patriarch died of a heart attack at age 53 last May. Edward "Davie" Merino showed up at the funeral, pulling up at the cemetery in a limo with what was described as a menacingly burly chauffeur.

Merino says members of the Stevens clan attacked him and screamed, "We will make your life a living hell!" But the Stevenses claim that Merino flashed a gun and threatened to "come back and kill all of you." Both sides agree that before speeding off, Merino shouted that he wanted to make sure "the mother-(expletive) was dead."

Merino declined repeated requests for an interview through his attorney and calls to his home were not returned.

After the scrap, someone left ominous phone messages and threatened to kill Sonia Merino and the couple's children, ages 9 and 11, Edward Merino claimed in court papers.

Edward Merino filed for restraining orders against four Stevens men and two Stevens women. Over the summer, a judge granted such an order against just one person, the new Stevens patriarch, Ted Stevens.

Stevens' nephew, the only Gypsy directly involved in the feud who spoke to The Associated Press, said the Merinos concocted the allegations and are using the courts to try to drive their rivals out of Newport Beach.

"They beat themselves up and then they testify that we hired people to come to their house and beat them up," said Steve Stevens, who goes by the nickname "White Bob" to distinguish him from his swarthier cousin, "Black Bob."

Stevens, who owns two fortunetelling parlors and a deli, added: "I feel like they've made me out like a character on `The Sopranos.' I'm a businessman. I'm a family man. That's all I am."

Do you not see the Hilarity?

Beleive . . .

...mech

Thanx Giving . . .

A gluttons paradise . . .

now lets eat, yams, buiscuits, GRAVY!

Free Time . . .

An Issue of Reality . . .

Ive personally seen the yamashita secret lab!

Travis Barker Vs. ?uestlove

Best Drummer Alive . . .

Travis's Entry:


?uests:

MACHINE! . . .

...from the old days, Disgustingly awesome.

Yea, a special Dedication . . .

...Think..HP

TechNINlogy . . .

A predictor of things to come . . .

48 to 27, Ridiculous.

Top quality . . .

Phil In The Circle.

He aint talkin about it...

Better Version . . .

Soon there will be no escape...

...The Machines

The Cool, 1, 2, 1, 2...

Hip-hop music, once a platform for creative expression and friendly competition, has, sadly, become a popularity contest. With record sales down and ringtone dollars up, rookies searching for that "one big hit" seem solely concerned with being deemed "cool." Lyrics have side-stepped, giving way to dance-instructing "rappers" more concerned with sparking the new "Macarena" than being hailed as an MC.

On the outside looking in at such followers is Lupe Fiasco. Rather than conform to music industry standards, Fiasco (born Wasalu Muhammad Jaco) has trail-blazed his own path to critical acclaim. Possessing head-spinning wordplay and a topical range more akin to the underground than the mainstream, the 25-year-old lyricist has proven that talent can still make waves in the rap game.

Born and raised in the seedy, confrontational West side of Chicago, Illinois, Fiasco grew up like the regular urban survivor. What wasn't common, however, was the means by which he carried himself. Comic books and literature of all genres cluttered his bedroom floor, and a skateboard replaced your typical drop-top Cadillac. Influenced by the Californian gangsta rap of artists such as Spice 1 and Ice Cube, Fiasco gradually grew leery of such negative messages, gravitating toward the dazzling lyricism of the likes of Nas and Jay-Z.

In 2004, Fiasco signed with Atlantic Records – even launching his own company, 1st & 15th Entertainment – and began recording his debut, Lupe Fiasco's Food & Liquor. Fiasco's first major look came on fellow Chi-town native Kanye West's hit single, "Touch The Sky," where Fiasco delivered a show-stopping verse. The buzz gained from that song transitioned the gumshoe rapper into his first official solo single, the skateboard-meets-rap gem "Kick Push." Inspired by his own quirky hobby, Fiasco delivered a metaphorical tale of uplift through the eyes of a thrashing, four-small-wheel riding skater boy.

Released to extensive critical lauding and media embrace in September of 2006, Lupe Fiasco's Food & Liquor (executive produced by good friend, and one-time mentor, Jay-Z) set the stage for a career that promises longevity. As a result, Lupe landed a remarkable three Grammy nominations – including Best Rap Album, and Best Rap Solo Performance and Best Rap Song for "Kick Push."

Now, ready to capitalize on such promise, Fiasco has returned with his second offering, Lupe Fiasco's The Cool. A largely conceptual tour-de-force, the album's title is inspired by a standout track from Fiasco's debut, a hustler-turned-zombie epic also called "The Cool." This time around, Fiasco introduces three new characters – Michael Young History (The Cool before his death), The Game (a male personification of a hustler's damaging influences), and The Streets (a female embodiment of an urban area's corrupt allure).

The potent sense of thematic execution comes across perfectly on "The Coolest," a highlight of Lupe Fiasco's The Cool that serves as a prelude to the earlier track, "The Cool." Detailing Michael Young History's fall from glory to tragedy at the hands of his lover, The Streets, Fiasco employs his unique brand of imagery: "If the rain stops and everything's dry / She would cry so I could drink the tears from her eye."

Elsewhere, Fiasco strays away from his characters to comment on his own rise to fame, an issue that clearly causes discomfort. Look no further than the first single, "Superstar," produced by Fiasco's closest collaborator, Soundtrakk, and beaming with poignant unease: "A fresh, cool young Lu / Trying to cash his microphone check, 2, 1, 2 / Wanna believe my own hype, but it's too untrue / The world brought me to my knees, what have you brung you?"

Primarily produced by Soundtrakk, and also featuring contributions from a diverse array of atypical instrumentalists (including Fall Out Boy's Patrick Stump), Lupe Fiasco's The Cool is evidence that Fiasco is anything but average. Rather than follow up a monumental '06 year – capped by his three Grammy nods, four BET Hip Hop Award nominations, and recognition as GQ's "Breakout Man of the Year," amongst other accolades – with an obvious attempt to further crossover, the young wordsmith has crafted a dense, dark, and atmospheric examination of life's pleasures. Whether negative or positive, what people consider to be "cool" ultimately dominates their every move, and Fiasco is completely aware of this.

In hip-hop's popularity contest, Lupe Fiasco is the observer, a thinking man brave enough to dictate the acute thoughts that his peers ignore. Now, that is cool.

I Flatly Refuse,..

Iaint dumb down nuthin'...

Critical Error

whats goin on ova der @ Hybrid?

WAR!...

MF WAR! Machines Assemble a world of war on this bastard here @ kfc on reseda.

SUN burn...

School, gotta put in work!...

Check his Altitude! . . .

Fly Guy Enimal too hot these days, do yourself a favor; pay em' a visit.

Cant tell him Nuthin'...

by a foot, or a mile . . .

437,000 for West's "Graduation,"
310,000 for 50 Cent's "Curtis"

Looks like a substantial victory to me

Curtis Vs. Graduation

Nuthin betta than some friendly competition, but lets just hope it gets roudy. I want hurt feelings, and broken faces.

So it comes down to 'FIDY' and the Louis Vuitton Don. After Kanye Pushes baq his "Graduation" release date to go head on with 50cents "curtis". Hip-Hop Fans are going to be forced to look at 50's hideosity on his album cover, but be pleased to own the already classic 3rd album by Kanye West, Enjoy 9-11-07

no one is safe, not women or children!

Bandit Mixed with Prime...

2x The MACHINE!

Protein style!? . . .

I shoulda slapped Twan for ordering this trash! iont eat rabbit food...

a brand new dance...

Hybrid Hand Stands...

those damn HYBRIDS!...had the audacity 2 crop my shadow...terribe! but gotta pay em' a visit...