Wretched of The Earth at age
sixteen did wonders for me
Nickelus F had a line in one song about eating gas
station fried chicken regularly, and being he was also from Richmond, I don’t
think I ever related to a rapper more. I estimate I’ve probably eaten close to
one billion pieces of gas station fried chicken, with about 84% of that being
thighs. When I die, I hope they put an image of a fried chicken thigh on my
grave. Actually I’m being cremated and scattered by the railroad tracks, so I
hope they save 69 chicken thigh bones to lay with my ashes being scattered, so
the raggedy wild dogs and coyotes in the area can enjoy a marrow feast in my
dead honor.
By the way, this video is amazing. Nickelus F is one of those brilliant ass dudes nobody knows about. His growing cultural status as Richmond Legend is absolutely deserved.
When songs I write about for song of the day from the J.J. Krupert machine don’t exist inside youtube, because it’s a 45 I’ve recorded at 33 rpms (like this one), or some weird ass vaporwave from Lithuania, or beats my boys have made, or shit it might just be some fucked up shit I came across inside the dark tunnels of the internet, and no video exists on youtube for it, then I make one. This used to be just stitching gifs together with the audio, but gradually I started taking chunks of clips from elsewhere and slapping the music on it. It’s very little effort to be honest, but looks pretty great when you blur it out and glitch it up and throw it all together – kinda like knowing your way around a kitchen, in that if you get all the right ingredients and throw them together with even a little bit of competence, then the shit tastes good. This old Maceo & the Macks jam slowed down to 33 speed with a bunch of clips of Jim Kelly kicking people’s asses is the perfect example. This shit is like the fried egg sandwich of digitalia.