the mixtape show

So I was eating guacamole with a spoon a moment ago and I suddenly remembered that I had told you all that I'd be putting up that text interview with Young Hootie. I realize that this doesn't mean that much for all you rich-ass Canadians, but a lot of us brothers and sisters don't have access to fast-ass connections, which means that it's kinda hard for people to be downloading a 14mb file on a whim. So, with that said, and with a tip of the gat to Walt the Ag, who is never, ever, ever to be confused with Phil the Ag (and Bol, we'll get that shit done sometime...), here is the long-awaited, slightly manipulated, text version of the interview with Young Hootie. Don't be suprised if this shows up on other sites as well, though. Young Hootie Interview Part 1 of 2 Conducted by dex digital of the Mixtape Show Hip-Hop Podcast Full audio interview available at www.mixtapeshow.net Mixtape Show: Go ahead and introduce yourself, man. Young Hootie: Yeah, this is Young Hootie. Larceny Entertainment, Heatline, what’s goin on. MS: So where you at right now? YH: I’m in Atlanta, man. Actually I’m getting a haircut right now. MS: Right now right now? YH: Yeah. Time management is a mufucca, I gotta do two things at once…(laughs). MS: All right, so let’s just start from the beginning man – how did you come up, what’s your background, you know, all that information.

I am kind of confused about this. Once again, I'm going to reveal a little bit more about myself than I am comfortable doing on these here internets, but, well, I guess it's harmless enough. Look at this video if you're impatient. Here's a picture. Does this mean anything to you? Do you see any similarity, do you think that the images presented in this picture belong together? Abobo of Double Dragon and Chali 2na of Jurassic 5 Me neither, until somehow I ended up at abobo.com. See, back when I was just a young gun, I used to spend hours on end eating candy, drinking soda, playing that 'tendo, and pimping, the latter of which I was particularly infamous for. But that was only when I got tired of playing that 'tendo, man. Shit was the business, and anyway if you don't like the nintendo game, you can just turn it off. But then again you don't have to blow on girls and smack them against the table to make them work properly, so I guess it's a tradeoff.

Man, what the fuck is this? I was hitting up prohiphop.com a minute ago and I ran across this article that declares Pharrell of the Neptunes the best-dressed man of 2005. Over Andre 3000, who was the best dressed of 2004. Come, on. Pharrell? What kind of bootleg bullshit is that? Pharell is absolutely not worthy of any sort of clothing award at all. I mean, come on. Let's look at exhibit A: Here we go. Pharrell is looking like he walked out of a fucking Euro-heritage-only store with his fucking trucker hat. And here we have Andre three motherfucking thousand throwing it down with a TURBAN. See, hip-hop is only good, in my opinion, if it is at least moderately threatening. And like it or not, more people are gonna be scared of you with a fucking towel on your head than some trendy-ass mesh joint. I think the choice is clear here - Andre 3000 wins. Let's move on, shall we?