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Brosblog Artist of the Week: The Imperial Convoy
Straight out of Boston College a duo of freshmen are tearing through beats in their dorm rooms. Plaid button-ups, Reebok Pumps, skinny jeans and MLB fitted hats, they don’t look like your average rappers. But their lyrics are dope and their flow is tight. They have a style that combines both intellect, college life, and satire. Recently they’ve done a remake of Party in the USA (It’s a Party if There’s Alcohol) and Make Her Say. Check the Imperial Convoy out of Youtube and watch out for their upcoming mix-tape: The Freshmen Fifteen. Until then, remember, “Jesus turned water into wine, that’s tight, but I can turn a college loan into Bud Light.” Enjoy.
When is it appropriate to press the blue light?
Recently a fellow bro blogger of mine pressed the emergency blue light. I wasn’t even sure if these things still worked, but apparently they do, because shortly after pressing the button cops arrived. So when is it appropriate to press the blue light?
1) You’re wasted, walking through campus suddenly you come to. You’re about to make a bad decision. Press the blue light and save yourself…when the cops arrive explain to them that the linebacker chick you are with was about to take advantage of you.
2) You took a shit in a bag, and put it in a fridge in the mods. Later, a hungry dude goes for the bag thinking he found himself some miracle munchies. He knows it was you, because early in the night you bragged to him about this activity. Him and his buddies find you… while you are alone. Hit the blue light, and explain that you have a bowel problem and these gentlemen refused to accommodate you. (True story).
3) You are bleeding from late night beer slides, and covered in mustard and syrup you demand immediate attention.
4) Fuck it. Lets hit the blue light and see what happens. Always a good reason.
5) 5th will come in the comment section when everyone hops in and participates…
Brosblog Artist of the Week: Recollect
So I was cruisin the internet over the weekend for some new beats and started looking around for instrumentals. Figured DJ beats would be a good place to start and went over to Virb.com. After a little while I came across an artist named Recollect, who I think new artists should take after. Don’t get me wrong, I’m all for techno beats and artists like Deadmau5, but this guy Recollect offers up something a little different. He lists his genres as Hip Hop and Jazz, an unusual combination at first, but when you think about it, or hear it, its a good combination. The more I listen to his beats, the more I can hear not only a John Legend or Jill Scott sort of thing, but also someone like Jay-Z or Weezy rapping one of their songs over it. Below is a link to his site where you can find a number of his beats. I’d recommend Blood Flow and Rolling Static.
Escaping Handcuffs in Mexico
*So this story hails from a bro of a bro of a bro of mine, he's great story teller, trust me read this.*
This is the story of how Jesus saved me from getting ass-pounded in a Jalisco state prison by a corrupt mexican cop, with a mustache, named Enrique.
The night was off to an auspicious start when the Dow Jones gained 6%. The natural response to this, clearly, was to throw a champagne party. So I went with my Norwegian friend, Älferd, to the store to pick up some frozen strawberries a 550 peso bottle of Moet and Chandon. We were going to buy some Mexican coke, pick up a couple strippers, and turn our hostel full of hippies and an Aztec warrior named Reuven who spoke Hebrew (another story) into Wall Street 1986. This was before we stumbled across the 80 peso (6 dollar) bottles of Chambrulé, probably brewed in some Baja California bathtub. Since finance is fucked anyway, I reluctantly gave up the Moet and decided to go local. I bought six bottles and glass champagne flutes to celebrate the occasion in style.
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Yo Bro, Wanna Go Chill?
For those of you who have yet to hear about this place, Chill is this new ice cream place near Roggies. And while I want to sit here making fun of the weird tables, modern design, or how its called ‘Chill’ and the fact that it is a ‘stress free enviroment’, I simply cannot.
Unfortunately, shits good. I have an addiction similar to the one Newman had in The Non-Fat Yogurt episode.
Chill may be the lamest Ice Cream place ever, and a sign of a weird dining experience in the future, but they got a damn good product.
Bros or Bromos?
This is a new part of the blog where we post a picture and you decide, bro or bromo?
Loading ...Conte Snorum
So last week I heard a new song by Kid Cudi and a DJ that goes by the name of Sharam (no he’s not a genie….well maybe a musical genie). You can check the song out above or you can put a peice of bologna in your CD drive for all I care but the fact of the matter is that it’s a bangin tune. So bangin in fact that after my ears were graced with this stellar melody I decided to throw down a whole ten dollars to go see Kid Cudi preform in Conte Forum. You’re probably saying “Ohh ten dollars, thats no big deal,” but you weren’t there (I can say that because I was one of the forty or so idiots who decided to go). For those who attended The Roots or The Ben Folds Fiasco in Conte Forum you would agree that going to a concert there is like listening to shitty speakers in your Grandma’s spacious basement. Needless to say the atmosphere was about as dead as the hooker I buried last night and that pretty much goes for any event in Conte. Why is this? That question has been nagging at me for awhile and I really don’t know why but regardless there needs to be some changes made as far as shitty concerts go. How about Bruce Springsteen in Alumni? Now we’re talking.