TOP 15 of 2011

1 Smart Phones - i got an HTC EVO this year. i am sure that i don't do anywhere near the shit on it that it is capable of, but between (is that what you say? between? i'm way too high right now, that just sounds ridiculous for some reason) being able to check my email facebook twitter on the fly, angry birds style video games, decent pictures and video, talking out texts, and hella hella googling - i am super stoked. big step up from the Rumor.



2 DJ Quik The Book Of David - i have been a DJ Quik fan since i first heard him in 7th grade. Quik is a world class producer, but he can rap better than most. Ghetto Rendezvous is a great example of this. plus, this album reminded me of how good Suga Free is.



3 Diet Cheerwine aka DC - Splenda®, bitch. i like to pound one for breakfast. i drank more Cheerwine this year than in my entire life. it's delicious.

4 Getting Faded And Ordering Clothes Online - if it wasn't for that, i would have got wayyyy less gear this year. laying in bed, super buzzed with my laptop, not a care in the world except trying to figure out how big the model is so i can determine whether or not i need a small or medium.

5 Heads On Sticks - HoS fucking ruled this year. songs like Alabaster really set HoS apart from any other act. and we did Bull Horns, which was definitely one of the hottest local collabs of 2011. if you didn't have a crush on David Mueller, then you were not straight or gay.



6 Tipping - tipping is cool, and if you suck at it, then you are an asshole. what goes around comes around, so even if just for karma, you should go h.a.m. when you tip. plus people who work jobs where they get tips usually work pretty hard. you don't have to tip someone who sucks, i guess, just don't be a dick. i did some pretty swell tipping this year, and i feel good about that.

7 Kings Barcade - this is my favorite venue in the Triangle right now, i had so many great times there this year, whether i was playing or not - like when that huge fat guy was on stage with me and i did a song on his back, some rad dates and dancing, and LOTS of champagne cocktails. Raleigh knows how to party and some of the bartenders there are the homeys and the sound is on point and then sound guys are nice and the space is cool and i just fucking like it. i googled images of Kings and the 3rd picture was this weird one with Mike Dillon in it.



8 Twisted Noodles - fuck, i wore this place out, mostly the semi-new location at Eastgate in Chapel Hill. i ate so much tom kha noodles this year, i craved that shit. but today it kind of grossed me out for some reason, i guess it was bound to happen. but definitely a favorite of 2011.

9 Motorcycles - motorcycles are the best! my bike is sick and was hooked up by Combustion Cycles, those guys are the homeys, they are awesome. so many good times on motorcycles this year: going to Ohio to pick one up and taking turns riding it back, delivering records to stores in half the time it would have taken in a car, riding all around with my boo, going nuts with Jake - i would post a picture on here but i don't want to get the haters all worked up. also, i don't want you to know it's me when i go by doing something really stupid, like drinking a milkshake. aw, fuck it, here's a picture. that's Jake's bike on the left.



10 Veelee - Veelee was one of the best bands of 2011, obviously. i truly dug their music and saw so many good shows. i loved The Future Sight and that i got to work with them. they are both good friends and i think they totally made a lot of people stoked.



11 Guns - guns are cool, get over it. shot a bunch of guns in 2011, including a shotgun and gnarly rifle for the first time. wear ear protection for fuck's sake, it doesn't make you a pussy. that saturday with my good friends was one of the best days of 2011. see more photos of that day here.



12 Subtitle Brief Bloom and s.h.a.r.k. BRIEF - while you were jocking Odd Future, you were busy not jocking Subtitle. both of these records had dope shit on them, particularly hot mess (i'm a) off s.h.a.r.k. BRIEF. this dude has BEEN weird, and is another consistent producer/rapper combo. pretty strange that he is not an underground household name. i mean, he is. but a much bigger one. i could say more, but he says enough about himself.




13 Durham - man, now that Durham seems to be sucking its own dick a little less, i am really starting to dig it. i hung out a lot more there this year, even more than when i lived and worked there, and i got to say i am stoked on Durham. my favorite things are/were the female luchador wrestling and the Halloween dance party at Motorco, the Pinhook anniversary parties (my freestyle with Javelin!), The Carrack art gallery, Big Freedia at Casbah, brunch at Watts, hanging out on Gattis Street, Combustion Cycles, Duke Gardens, Whiskey, shirlette ammons, Maria Albani, Saigon Grill, Chasing The Unicorn (and the premiere at Motorco -- amazing!), and the unofficial funeral i saw on the side of 15-501. pretty bummed i didn't go to a baseball game.

14 Drugs - drugs felt good this year.

15 Netflix - see above. holy shit, Jake and i made couches our bitches in 2011. i/we watched so many many movies. only on the watch instantly streaming tip, fuck getting movies in the mail. but yeah, it was the best. the BEST. i gave a lot of garbage a chance this year, like Cool As Ice (which i couldn't get through no matter how many times i tried). i discovered that the Koreans and the French make really great movies and that sometimes you will say to yourself that you really wanna watch so-and-so and you can actually find it on there! oh Netflix, you were really good to me in 2011. thank you so much. Vanilla Ice, go fuck yourself hard on a cactus because you are a disgusting human being. i can't believe someone let you say "schling a schlong" in a goddam movie.

hard/paint

after gino posted the curren$y flip of "hard in da paint" on the b.e.a.r. page, i decided i was going to have to get on the hype myself. hadn't been writing much lately, but this was inspiring enough to go tough on 3 verses. gino hooked up the intro for me. shouts to the crew and RIP David del Monaco forever.

Waves In The Paint (B.E.A.R. MIX) by juan huevos

new subtitle video!!

from the La Cita Strobe EP.



directed by Robby Massey.

CH // BXL

i have homeys all over the world that i do cool music with.



here is a BRAND NEW SONG i did with subtitle on production/rap and citizen ledge from L.E.G. on the hook. i even got jake to say something on it!

PS you can check out another song with juan huevos, subtitle, and L.E.G. on this myspace page -----> *************

part 2: more travels

trying to think of all that has happened worth mentioning, i got pics and videos and stuff, let's see what we can do here .... in no particular order ....

- drank absinthe with gino on my 30th birthday in brussels. we decided there wasn't any wormwood in it so we would not get all crazy, etc. had a couple glasses, went home, hit a spliff a few times, and then went to bed since i had been pretty sick with a nasty cold. i swear i had the most fucked up in-and-out-of-sleep waking nightmares/visions for a while, to the point of me being like "there had to be SOMETHING in dat shiiiii" and in the morning i looked up the brand and they def had wormwood up in that bitch. gino didn't seem to trip off it, but i am half his size and sick and weak and probably drunker so, ya know, whatever. one dream was trying to pour water in this baby's mouth and i just couldn't do it. side note: the baby belonged to my homegirl missy thangs. she don't got no baby in real life, tho. aw man, weird omen? i swear i am not the father. (haha, just fucking with you, kiddo, you not even reading this.)

- show in The Hague was cool, this couple could not stop making out and i fucked with them a bunch, danced on them and got all up in their shit ... their passion could not be quelled. here is a vid of me blowing a loud ass horn right in their fuckin heads and not getting a reaction at all:



i need to stress how loud that horn was, you can see a guy in the crowd look screw-faced from it as i creep away, i guarantee you could hear that shit across the whole venue even with music blasting.

we played with the homeys schlachtofbronx from Munich and they were the shit and they got an EP out now with my homey spoek mathambo and you can download a rad mix of that shizz for free:

belly full of pills mix

- one weird thing is that in Tilburg, both gino and i ran into friends from back home, both randomly. we were at the train station looking for our driver and gino looked on this one platform and came upon a girl he knew from LA, apparently a good old friend. she came and kicked it with us for a bit.

then, outside the after party for the festival, we are getting ready to leave at one point (we end up coming back for too damn long), i hear this girl yell "jose huevos!!" which i am not triping on (the "jose" part) because who the fuck really knows me out here, but the way they yell it sounds too american ... turns out it is this girl i know from carrboro, north carolina! we aren't super tight or anything but we have danced together at several parties and always got along. it was too crazy for us to both run into people like that in a town that i can't say that i have ever really heard of before. she had a friend with her from greensboro who knew a lot of people that are friends of mine, it was cool to be plastered in a bar so far from home, with this guy 10 feet away, talking about all types of NC shit.

okay, peace for now, kids.

huevos out.

some travels

so i was in europe exactly this same time last year. bout to turn 30 out here which raises those "what in the fuck am i doing with my life?" type thots but also makes me feel like i am "doing it" whatever the fuck it is.

i think my album TREASURE BATH comes out on the 20th.

right now i am in an attic room thing in a tall house-thing in brussels and trying to get started on the blog game again in the hopes that i will keep this up but based on how motivated i am to do this (not much) we'll see how it goes. some really rad folks put us up. we play in the netherlands tomorrow and then back to brussels and then back to the netherlands. and then back to the beach with annette funicello or however the fuck you spell that, go mickey mouse club, eat skippy. what?

the show in paris last nite at glazart was fun, i met a girl who knew L in Japanese when he was out here, the homeys Comic Strip (not linking everything like i used to, if you care, you will find shit) opened up and killed it, uptempo beats with some electro vibe to it so i didn't feel weird about going next. blew the plug for my vocal effector during soundcheck so i had to do a straight up "i'm a rapper" set (since i don't have any of my disco lights, either) which was a welcome change from my usual antics. the shirt came off for the last song but more for ceremonial reasons (?) than anything else. subtitle came right through after me and provided crazy bass as per usual.

here are dudes in the "fake" outside since some of these plants are plastic and what not, this picture is called "nature locs" by me because clearly we are nature locs. we listen to tone loc and talk about bushes and leaflets and rocks.



i filmed videos and stuff of backstage nonsense but i did it on a better video setting and they are just too big to post on this durn things so maybe i try to do some smaller sized ones.

so we stayed in a nice hotel room that had, like, one towel but a full set of dishes and a dishwasher and nice looking furniture and a view of the eiffel tower that was obstructed by buildings and grey clouds so it kind of just looked like some diesel cell phone tower or some alien outpost thing thing. the balcony sloped down and the shower was a slippery death slide but it was a room and not a couch, tho, big shouts to the homey Sax for taking me in and letting me eat tomatoes and bread at his house for a day and a half. good luck with the ID thing.

last anecdote: we get on the train to brussels, some lady with way too many kids that all seem to be the same age, i.e., too young to be on this fuckin train, is spread with her brood across our seats and another and is tripping and wont move and some other lady pretty pleases us to just sit somewhere else, which ends up not being terrible, but principle is principle or whatever, i'm sayin, them tickets is not cheap at ALL so gimme my shit, fuck your kids. sorry to all the "too many kid mommies" out there, but dont sit in my seat, sit in the one YOU paid for. sorry, i'm sweaty and tired from my ball and chain. (see last paragraph)

so we get to the train station which happens to be of the same name as the metro station we are supposed to meet our ride at. our phones are not working for various crev circumstances we do not understand. after 30 minutes of not knowing what the fuck to do, i convince some nice flemmish ladies to let me make a local call on their cell phone, while a certain rapper i may or may not be on tour with is 10 feet behind me, smoking a J of some killer chronic with a pair of slick looking latino dudes who got beers and a lot of questions for the jovial fella they are blazing with. the flemmish lady meanwhile is not very good at french or english and is having a tough time communicating with caroline (our friend who is scooping us), and said flemmish lady's friend just seems very disappointed with me. we realize that we are supposed to go to the METRO station of the same name, directions i basically ignored when i saw the name of the train station. we figure it out and make it to the place.

i might add that i am SPENT from rolling this gigantic suitcase around that apparently has some safety razors, a bottle of shampoo and a bottle of conditioner, some jeans, and the 95 t shirts i brought. gino has a colossal duffel bag right now the size of a baby elephant and the 2 of us are straight bearing crosses across the land. one of my wheels is slowly breaking, as is my will.

more proof that i'm in a band

Viva Geneva - live in FRA at the Gran Lux



that's your boy j waves, all hunched with the bandeezy over my grill on the lil clav.

subtitle on keys/beats.

202 on git and coolness.

check us out.

INTERLUDE 3: the Perv and the Unabomber on the streets of Paris

day sumthin or other

i seriously feel like i can't even begin to describe the last few days without spending just as many days blogging about it .... typing and uploading video .... just trippin on the madness. we went to Lyon, France on thursday to play a show with PLAYDOE and debmaster, basically slept all of friday, and then went back to Lyon on saturday to hang with Sweat X for THEIR show. i'll try to put you up on game at some point, but you know what? i can't do this right now.

here's why: