Philthy Rich's "Feel'n like Pac" (featuring E-40 & 2pac)
by The Wizard on Aug.25, 2010, under Music, Music Videos
With each passing day, Deegan becomes more and more entrenched in the East Bay Hip-hop community and I love it. Regular readers and friends will immediately recognize Deegan in this video, but for those of you that don't fall into those categories, you have two options.
1) Click on the "Deegan" tag at the bottom of the post and find the recurring dude in all the posts.
Or...
2) Look for the only white dude in the video.
Also, wow, this whole "shot on a 5d2/7d" look sure has become easily recognizable. Not that it's bad, but definitely recognizable immediately.
Anyway, neat, if simple, video for a song I really feel nothing about. I'm just waiting for Deegs to show up in a metal video. That would be amazing.
Los Rakas' "Abrazame"
by The Wizard on Aug.18, 2010, under Music, Music Videos
My friend Deegan for being such a die-hard metal dude, sure does mix a lot of non-metal stuff. Like this for example. What would you call this? I don't even know. I also can't tell if these guys are good at what they are doing. It's just so far out of my realm of understanding that analysis is impossible. It's like asking a person who's been blind his whole life to describe the difference between red and magenta. Impossible.
Anyway, check this video out. Maybe you'll have more luck than I have, but maybe not. Regardless, support my homie and listen to his hard work. And then pay him to do some mixing for you. His son needs to eat.
HI DEEGAN!
The Freshmen's "Hello There"
by The Wizard on Jul.03, 2010, under Music, Music Videos
Not my style exactly, but mixed by my dear friend Deegan, so check this shit HARD with the hurry-upness.
My friend Deegan playing his role as "The White Guy in the Corner Mixing With Gloves On."
by The Wizard on Apr.01, 2010, under About Music, Music, Thoughts
Breaking from the wilds of the East Bay, CA, here's a video from BigVon.com featuring E-40 talking a little bit about the production of his new double record and sipping from a keg cup.
More important that a Bay Area hip-hop legend's musings on the dopeness of getting Björk sample cleared is that my old, old buddy Deegan is at the helm of the mix, taking care of a room full of rappers, hangers-on, and other folks. Yup, that's Deegan in the gloves with the beard. Good job, Deegs!
Help my friend get his gold record and buy one of each of E-40's new records.
E-40 - Revenue Retrievin: Day Shift
E-40 - Revenue Retrievin: Night Shift
Do it! Help Deegan retrieve enough revenue to pay his son's bills. You know you want to. I just did.
Fuck you, Event Horizon.
by The Wizard on Feb.24, 2010, under About Filmmaking, Film
I first saw Event Horizon theatrically way back in the late 90s (remember those?). I was with some friends, probably Deegan, and I remember walking out after the film thinking that it was the biggest piece of shit I'd ever endured. But time eases such pains and since 1997 I've heard from someone whose opinion I trusted that it's actually an all right film. I thought that perhaps I'd judged the film too harshly. Perhaps I had missed the obvious brilliance within the film. Perhaps some of the subtext had flown right over my 15 year old head.
I threw the film onto my Netflix queue and it arrived yesterday in the mail. After doing the dishes while listening to Hall & Oates and making myself a sensible dinner, I sat down to give Event Horizon a second shot. I am nothing if not a giving man. I placed the blu-ray disc into the PS3 and waited for my mind to be blown.
Well, if you have taken anything from the title of this post, my mind was not blown. I mean, the movie blew, but my mind remained entirely unblown. Event Horizon has to be one of the most formulaic pieces of crap I've ever had the extreme misfortune of forcing upon myself. If you haven't seen the movie, let me ruin it for you.
It's the future! People live in space! A few years ago the government sent a super secret spaceship to the far reaches of outer space and it disappeared! Zip forward to now, which is still the future, and a small, rag tag group of ethnically-diverse soldiers are on a spaceship going to investigate a distress beacon on the far side of the solar system! A scientist rides along with them! Uh-oh! After they get out of hypersleep or whatever they call it, the scientist tells them, in a feat of unrivaled expository pseudo-science, that the distress beacon belongs to the Event Horizon! The ship was a super secret experiment in faster-than-light travel and on its first trip out, it disappeared! What happened to it?! The rescue crew boards the ship and all sorts of really spooky things start to happen! Hallucinations! The lights flash on and off! Bloooooooodddddd! Soon after boarding things start going to hell—literally! Turns out when the ship's experimental drive punctured the fabric of the universe it went to hell and came back alive and evil! Really! That's the actual plot point! The original crew is all dead! Scary! The scientist along for the ride who, coincidentally built the fancy engine thing, gets pulled into the evil will of the ship and then starts to sabotage their efforts to escape! Oooooh! Then the captain and the scientist have a stand off and the scientist gets sucked into space! But the ship brings him back to life! Convenient! Then they have another stand off and end up traveling through the darkness dimension but we never find out what happens to them! The end! It actually says "the end"!
I think I can sum up the whole film and my feelings about it with one photo and a related caption.
Indulging in every stupid horror cliche, Event Horizon is so mired in banality that I couldn't even see through to the positives that it does have. It's a well designed film, to be sure, but that's not enough for me to get past just how fucking awful the script is. Every single word made me cringe. And I LOVE bad science fiction. It's great. But this is bad science fiction trying to be GOOD science fiction and GOOD horror and it just doesn't have the chops to do either. It just plain sucks. Every time there was a dramatic pause before one of the characters revealed something.... dramatic, I wanted to punch the TV in the face. I wanted to fly to England, grab Paul W. S. Anderson, and punch him in the face over and over and over. And then I want to punch him in the face for the Resident Evil films, for Mortal Kombat, and for the rest of his fucking trash body of work. It's like he's taking other, better films, distilling them to their common beats, making those beats dumber, and then making the movie over again ineptly. Just terrible.
Do yourself and favor and never see this movie. I'd ask for my two hours back, but I'd only waste them.
A letter to Sierra Nevada's Bigfoot Barleywine Style Ale.
by The Wizard on Feb.04, 2010, under Letters, Writing
Dear Sierra Nevada Bigfoot,
Why? I remember the first time I drank you. It was at Deegan's house in Portola Valley. His parents were gone and we were maybe Seniors in high school. We'd been drinking Red Tails and then he decided to bust you out. I took only a few sips before I called it quits and decided that it was no longer worth my time to force you down.
And then age happened. And I discovered what beer could be beyond the stale, miserable experiences I'd had as a youth. I learned there was more to the world that Coors Light and Hamm's Gold and Natty Ice. I learned that beer was an art, an experience to be had, not just the easiest way to get drunk without poisoning myself on hard liquor.
Oh, Sierra Nevada Bigfoot, you are one of my favorite seasonal brews. I thank God every day that I can find you on the East Coast. Sure, you're no Six Point Righteous Rye, but that doesn't mean you don't have a place in my heart. You do. I love you.
As I sit here tonight, on my second bottle, I am reminded that I've been given a gift. And that gift is strong beer. When everything around me is crumbling and horrible, I always know that somewhere, somehow, someone is making beer that will lift me out of the darkness and make everything all right.
So, Sierra Nevada Bigfoot Barleywine Style Ale, I salute you.
Sincerely,
The Black Laser.
The Black Laser enters MEAT SPACE.
by The Wizard on Jan.20, 2010, under Thoughts
Dearest Deegan,
Thank you for the incredible birthday gift. I know that I actually received this a while ago, but I felt like today was a good day to post it. There's only one, and I've got it. Fuck yes.
To be perfectly honest, it took me a while to start wearing it out mostly because it feels like being in a band wearing its own t-shirt—a serious no-no in the metal community as we both know. But then I started to think of it as determined self-promotion and thought, "You know what? Fuck anyone who'd bust my balls for wearing this awesome shirt of my own equally awesome website." And there you have it. Interestingly enough, a post yesterday on Invisible Oranges called "The rules of metal t-shirt wearing" confirmed some of the things I've already been feeling.
But you still won't ever catch me wearing the band's shirt to the show.
Anyway! Thanks for the shirt, dude. It slays.
Sincerely,
The Black Laser.
Indubious Cosmic Seed
by The Wizard on Nov.04, 2009, under About Music, Music
I don't know who these guys are or what they're about except kicking out hot Reggae jams from their home planet of Oregon, but my wonderful, old friend Deegan produced and mixed this record for them. Check them out.
Aside from spending a few days three years in a row at Reggae on the River in youth, this is not exactly my scene or the type of music I prefer to blast when I need to work or write or relax or get pumped up. But, some people really like it and who am I to begrudge them that? Like what you like, I think, just don't ever make me listen to Dave Matthews Band or that one song by the Kings of Leon. Ugh.
Apparently these gentlemen also have some sort of deal Dutch Brothers, the drive through coffee chain in the Pacific Northwest. Isa hyped them up super hardcore when I was up there this summer, but I was sadly disappointed to discover that their coffee was extremely forgettable. At best. But it's cool that these guys have the hook up, low quality coffee or not; you've got to promote yourself however you can these days.
Go checkout their music and buy a cd or something. Awesome.





















































