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hi there,

back in 2008 i started a blog called gordon gartrelle, http://gordongartrelle.blogspot.com, because thats what the kids were doing back then. gordon gartrelle was the name of a fictional clothing designer mentioned, and real producer working, on the 5th episode of The Cosby Show. initially a blog dedicated to south asian and south asian diasporic visual art, i slowly started to ramble more and more about other brown ppl things, fashion, and music. i invited my friends to join me and they too were good at blogging. particularly, they posted mad funny jpgz. then we all slowly stopped posting. now, because i miss writing words that don't rhyme, im starting a new blog! this is it. welcome. soon enough i'll try to post a best of gordon gartrelle to reacquaint y'all with the binness. i hope for this to be a place i can continue to do the same shit i used to do before.



and so, for my first post of words that don't rhyme i want to share with you words about words that rhyme. particularly this cat Earl Sweatshirt the homie rapper @Despotroast put me on to a couple hours ago.

show me a rapper my age that say he nice as this/
and i show you a faggot that say he hate barbra streisand flicks/
me and bernie swervin in a jeep/
im a nice guy in person but a pervert in the sheets/
and im magic with the words murder merlin over beats/
make the competition kiss the fuckin curb and then they weep/
and then they DROP...

the age he's talking about is 15, probably 16 now. (time flies fast when you're rapping). i turned 25 yesterday which isn't old at all but is older than i felt a couple days ago and now feels even older than it did a couple hours ago with the discovery of this wunderkind ass rappin rapper. (his musics playing on my itunes right now and money just said "try talking on your blog/ with your fuckin arms cut off".) as something of a rapper-guy myself i felt weird about lil b being 19 but this is some next shit. on the flipside of getting older is the joy of nostalgia and there's no lack of that here for older rap fans (not like, skinny jean nazi old but like, i dont give a fuck about the new boys old), with songs about not wanting to wake up for school and cutting class. those were my jams! while watching the following sometimes hard-to-watch video i couldnt help but think of running around causing trouble 13-deep as a 15 year old drinkin forty's, popping pills and burning Ls in new york city.

"EARL" /// Music Video. from AG Rojas on Vimeo.

asher roth, mentioned in the above track, and charles hamilton come to mind as a kindred spirit contemporaries if not influences. eminem comes to mind as a definite influence, both in money's flow and subject matter. you see, he's a little crazy. sweatshirt seems to be fascinated with violence and vomit, homies and homophobia (HE LOVES THE WORD "FAGGOT", it's allll over the jawn), raging and roofies, murder and mayhem, cocaine and couches... but hes a funny dude too. and unlike that other rapper, hes not "making fun of celebz is funny" funny. there's an interlude on his mixtape where his mother waking him up calls him a faggot and he tells her to shut the fuck up. that's not funny? that's mad funny to me. there's this youtube too:



AYO, download his mixtape EARL here and don't say i never put you on to nann.. http://usershare.net/v9dgrnwdd23f

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