slaughter rico...

this dude is SICK...



(thanks to my man mark safr for hitting me with this link.)

stick it up your ass starbucks...

stick it up your ass

coughee brothaz...

a little message from devin the dude and the coughee brothaz...








That's right, my crew the Coughee Brothaz have released a brand new mixtape - but this is not your typical mixtape. We're not just flowing over other peoples beats, this disc contains ALL ORIGINAL SONGS BY DEVIN THE DUDE AND THE COUGHEE BROTHAZ recorded over the past ten years. It's like a culmination of everything we have been doing -- outside my solo releases -- since the Odd Squad album was released in 1994.



It features The Odd Squad, Rob Quest, Jugg Mugg and Myself, Production by DJ Domo (DJ for Scarface and the Geto Boys since 1991), Scarface, 14K, Tre, Manchild, Bruce Bang, Storm, Tony Mac, Big Moe, Boonie Loc, KB, and way way more.



Most of these tracks are unheard by the general public, but you can hear a few of them on the Coughee Brothaz My Space Page.



Click Here for Audio Samples on the Coughee Brothaz MySpace Page!!!



Enough of the hard sell. For now this CD is ONLY AVAILABLE DIRECTLY THROUGH MYSELF AND THE COUGHEE BROTHAZ. You can order it for $14.99 postage paid and all that thru Pay Pal. Click the button below and GET YOURS TODAY!. They are all packed up and we guarantee immediate shipping.

a work of art...

can not be appreciated,
or even attempted at being understood,
until it is completed,
(or abandoned),
and shown to the world...

a song heard,
a film watched,
a book read,
a painting viewed...

when your life is your work of art,
it can not be appreciated,
or even attempted at being understood,
until is completed,
(or abandoned)...

until you are dead.

i am okay with this.

are you?

sisssssssiiiiiieeeeessssss....

R.I.P. Professor X the Overseer...

i know how to play 'em...

check out a few classic press photos from rap-a-lot's golden age...
i got the link from here, who got it from here.

you know when you're cool...

with everything,
and you know it's all for the best,
and it's all making sense,
and you're really,
truly,
getting past it all,
and understanding,
and accepting,
and actually happy and hopeful and at peace...

but a little part of you is still just kind of pissed off?

and you don't want to be pissed off,
you really want to be all forgiving and zen about everything,
but you can't help it...

and then you realize,
no,
it's cool,
you have a right to be pissed off,
so then you're okay with that too?

and maybe that's when it's really done...

i wouldn't have it any other way...

3::28 in the morning, sitting at the bar, finished work.
sipping on a stiegl. good shit.
smoking a belmont mild. good shit.

my book was sent out to the publisher today.
i'm stoked.

i think i'm headed to toronto this weekend to pick up an mbox and a mic.
good shit.
new songs will be up and out soon.

just applied for a videofact grant.
prolly won't get it, but if you don't apply, you'll never get it.

album comes out in june or july.
distributed across canada.
i hope.
nothing signed yet, but this is what i'm told.

i'm going to start booking shows across canada for late july/early august,
going to make my way from east coast to west coast,
in time for my little brother's wedding on vancouver island, august 12th.

my little brother's getting married.

i went out with my mom yesterday to run some errands,
i bought 16.4 meters of canvas,
and a shitload of brushes.
picking up more paint this week.
i'll be a machine.
made of flesh and blood and disease and happiness.

i'll paint a new sky with red wine and tooth decay.

women are strange, when you're a stranger,
faces look beautiful, when you're alone.

my buddy ryan was going to let me use his basement to paint in,
he paints there,
his paintings are dope,
but he found today he has to move.
fuck.
i got nowhere to paint in my house.

my flatmates like an apartment to look nice,
with furniture and living plants and rooms nobody uses.

i like blood on the walls and beer in the fridge.

i need a garage.

what are you waiting for?

should i move again?

i'm just getting started,
said the bear with both feet in the trap,
as he poured more beer into his cup,
and thought about lighting another smoke,
before this one was finished burning.

you think too much.
just let it flow.

my mom has a couple more chemo treatments to go through.
it's hard to tell how she's doing,
but i think,
overall,
she's doing well,
all things considered.

strange how life works,
i never thought i'd ever live in this city again,
but i do now,
and just a couple months after i moved back here,
unwillingly,
she gets diagnosed...

i'm glad i'm here for this.

it's not even like i see her all that much,
but just being around,
i think it's good.

just knowing i'm here.

maybe it helps.

maybe being a grandmother helps.
yes, for sure it does.

nephews and grandsons are the greatest gift a healthy recovery can receive.
and sons.

he's amazing.

i haven't seen him in a week or so.
should go by tomorrow.

is it possible to be happy and sad at the same time?
i wouldn't have it any other way.

-ryan somers,
brazillian faith healer

mudscout...

from the montreal mirror.

cocoa puffs...

i am finished my book.
i am happy about this.
i will me mailing it to the publisher tomorrow.
i finished the first draft last weekend, ignored it for the better part of a week,
then spent the last two days going over it, making a few small changes, and now it's really done.
really, really, really, really, done...

it feels good.


cocaine blunts

did a little thing on divine styler a couple weeks ago.

they mentioned my 'zine.

We Hate You Ryan...

this is the first in a series of little videos i made of my flatmates.

stupid silly video...

the zombies...

seriously,
every song they ever wrote was written specifically for me...
i'm not kidding,
of this i'm convinced.

the sound of rain...

at three-thirty in the morning,
pouring down around me,
while i sit in the empty bar,
listening to epmd,
smoking a cig,
and drinking a tuborg gold,
is one of the most beautiful sounds i've ever heard in my life...

there will be sunshine,
maybe not tomorrow morning,
but the morning after,
i guarantee it.

the last three mornings,
there has been sun,
there have been jokes.

the clouds,
have thinned,
have starting to push on,
ahead of a new wind,
a new sunshine,
and i can see.

a little further,
a little more clearly now.

and everything is where it should be,
so with my eyes closed,
i know where to reach.

the day after tomorrow,
there will be sun.