Os veteranos Eminem e Kid Cudi dividem o microfone pela primeira vez e fazem seus velhos pseudônimos se encontrarem no single “The Adventures Of Moon Man & Slim Shady”, colaboração que mostra que ambos seguem firmes e fortes, mas que talvez tivesse um impacto maior se acontecesse há dez anos.

1° de março de 1973 – O Pink Floyd lança The Dark Side of the Moon

2 de março de 1996 – Morrem os Mamonas Assassinas

3 de março de 1989 –Madonna lança o polêmico clipe de “Like a Prayer”

4 de março de 1989- TimeWarner torna-se a maior empresa de mídia do mundo

5 de março de 1969 –É lançada a revista Creem

6 de março de 2013 –Morre Chorão

7 de março de 1983 –New Order lança “Blue Monday”

8 de março de 1965 –Bob Dylan lança “Subterranean Homesick Blues”

9 de março de 1997 –Notorious B.I.G. é assassinado

10 de março de 1977 –Os Sex Pistols anunciam “God Save the Queen” em frente ao palácio de Buckingham

11 de março de 1970 –Crosby Stills Nash & Young lançam Déjà-Vu

12 de março de 1967 –Velvet Underground lança seu primeiro disco

13 de março de 1961 –Os Temptations fazem teste para entrar na Motown

14 de março de 1989 –De La Soul lança o clássico 3-Feet High and Rising

15 de março de 1998 –Morre Tim Maia

16 de março de 1968 –“(Sittin’ On) The Dock of the Bay” é o primeiro hit póstumo

17 de março de 1958 –É lançada a primeira coletânea chamada “Greatest Hits”

18 de março de 2017 –Morre Chuck Berry

19 de março de 1870 –Carlos Gomes estreia a ópera O Guarani na Itália

20 de março de 1936 –Nasce Lee “Scratch” Perry

21 de março de 1956 –O filme Rock Around the Clock estreia nos cinemas

22 de março de 2018 –Morre Miranda

23 de março de 2003 –“Lose Yourself” é o primeiro rap a ganhar o Oscar de melhor canção

24 de março de 1958 –Elvis se alista no exército

25 de março de 1958 –John e Yoko realizam o primeiro bed-in

26 de março de 1991 –Bob Dylan começa a oficializar seus discos pirata

27 de março de 1960 –Nasce Renato Russo

28 de março de 1981 –O primeiro rap a chegar no topo das paradas é do Blondie

29 de março de 1980 –Brian Johnson entra no lugar de Bon Scott no AC/DC

30 de março de 1967 –A capa de Sgt. Pepper’s é fotografada

31 de março de 1967 –Hendrix incendeia sua guitarra pela primeira vez

1° de fevereiro de 1949 – A gravadora RCA lança o disco compacto

2 de fevereiro de 1997 – Morre Chico Science

3 de fevereiro de 1960 – Sinatra lança sua própria gravadora

4 de fevereiro de 1959 – Nasce Zeca Pagodinho

5 de fevereiro de 2007 – A Apple dos Beatles e a Apple de Steve Jobs chegam a um acordo

6 de fevereiro de 1945 – Nasce Bob Marley

7 de fevereiro de 1966 – É lançada a revista Crawdaddy, pioneira em falar sério sobre música pop

8 de fevereiro de 1977 – Television lança seu clássico Marquee Moon

9 de fevereiro de 1964 – Os Beatles tocam pela primeira vez no programa de Ed Sullivan e conquistam os EUA

10 de fevereiro de 1971 – Carole King lança Tapestry

11 de fevereiro de 2012 – Morre Whitney Houston

12 de fevereiro de 1981 – O Rush lança Moving Pictures

13 de fevereiro de 1970 – O Black Sabbath inventa o heavy metal

14 de fevereiro de 1918 – Nasce Jacob do Bandolim

15 de fevereiro de 1969 – As groupies chegam à capa da Rolling Stone

16 de fevereiro de 1999 – O Iron Maiden apresenta sua formação com três guitarristas

17 de fevereiro de 1973 – Morre Pixinguinha

18 de fevereiro de 2006 – Os Rolling Stones tocam pra 1,5 milhão de pessoas na praia de Copacabana

19 de fevereiro de 1996 – Jarvis Cocker invade o palco de Michael Jackson

20 de fevereiro de 1816 – O Barbeiro de Sevilha tem uma estreia caótica

21 de fevereiro de 2012- Pussy Riot apavora uma igreja na Rússia pra gravar um clipe anti-Putin

22 de fevereiro de 1997- Spice Girls conquistam os EUA

23 de fevereiro de 1999- Eminem lança The Slim Shady LP

24 de fevereiro de 2004 – Mashup de Beatles com Jay-Z provoca desobediência civil digital

25 de fevereiro de 1995 – Frank Sinatra faz seu último show

26 de fevereiro de 2001 – Daft Punk lança seu clássico Discovery

27 de fevereiro de 2009 – Morre Walter Silva, o “Picapau”, que descobriu Elis Regina

28 de fevereiro de 1983 – U2 abraça a política com seu disco War

Eminem lançou Kamikaze, com a capa que homenageia o primeiro disco dos Beastie Boys, sem qualquer anúncio anterior – e a surpresa do lançamento é equivalente à qualidade de suas novas rimas – é seu melhor disco desde Eminem Show, lançado há quase dezesseis anos. O cara não tá pra brincadeira.

O novo disco de Eminem, Revival, não é grande coisa – apesar das inúmeras participações especiais (que vão de Ed Sheeran a Alicia Keys), mas tem seus momentos, como esta bela “Walk on Water”, em que ele divide vocais com Beyoncé. Eis seu clipe oficial:

O rapper Eminem mostra a ótima balada “Walk on Water” com uma participação pra lá de especial, ninguém menos que Beyoncé, e a faixa parece reforçar um novo álbum prestes a ser lançado. A especulação sobre Revival começou com um post no Instagram feito por seu empresário Paul Rosenberg, apontando para uma campanha publicitária de um remédio falso, que conta até com um site de mentira.

Mas os boatos começam a virar verdade depois que o próprio Eminem conectou o tal remédio à nova música em um post em sua conta no Instagram:

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O que importa é que a música é boa, o flow de Eminem está diferente (mais pausado, como na peitada que deu em Donald Trump há pouco tempo) e que possivelmente teremos um bom disco em breve.

Na terça passada, durante os BET Awards, Eminem desceu um cacete verbal em Donald Trump – e além de destruí-lo de todos os pontos de vista, ainda apontou o dedo para os próprios fãs, falando que se eles tiverem dúvida entre escolher entre Trump e Eminem, é melhor ir para o lado de Trump logo.

Publico a transcrição abaixo, se alguém traduzir, publico a tradução, é só colar nos comentários:

“It’s the calm before the storm right here
Wait, how was I gonna start this off?
I forgot… oh, yeah
That’s an awfully hot coffee pot
Should I drop it on Donald Trump? Probably not
But that’s all I got ‘til I come up with a solid plot
Got a plan and now I gotta hatch it
Like a damn Apache with a tomahawk
Imma walk inside a mosque on Ramadan
And say a prayer that every time Melania talks
She gets a mou… Ahh, Imma stop
But we better give Obama props
‘Cause what we got in office now’s a kamikaze
That’ll probably cause a nuclear holocaust
And while the drama pops
And he waits for shit to quiet down, he’ll just gas his plane up and fly around ‘til the bombing stops
Intensities heightened, tensions are risin’
Trump, when it comes to giving a shit, you’re stingy as I am
Except when it comes to having the balls to go against me, you hide ‘em
‘Cause you don’t got the fucking nuts like an empty asylum
Racism’s the only thing he’s fantastic for
‘Cause that’s how he gets his fucking rocks off and he’s orange
Yeah, sick tan
That’s why he wants us to disband
‘Cause he cannot withstand
The fact we’re not afraid of Trump
Fuck walkin’ on egg shells, I came to stomp
That’s why he keeps screamin’ ‘Drain the swamp’
‘Cause he’s in quicksand
It’s like we take a step forwards, then backwards
But this is his form of distraction
Plus, he gets an enormous reaction
When he attacks the NFL so we focus on that
Instead of talking Puerto Rico or gun reform for Nevada
All these horrible tragedies and he’s bored and would rather
Cause a Twitter storm with the Packers
Then says he wants to lower our taxes
Then who’s gonna pay for his extravagant trips
Back and forth with his fam to his golf resorts and his mansions?
Same shit that he tormented Hillary for and he slandered
Then does it more
From his endorsement of Bannon
Support for the Klansmen
Tiki torches in hand for the soldier that’s black
And comes home from Iraq
And is still told to go back to Africa
Fork and a dagger in this racist 94-year-old grandpa
Who keeps ignoring our past historical, deplorable factors
Now if you’re a black athlete, you’re a spoiled little brat for
Tryina use your platform or your stature
To try to give those a voice who don’t have one
He says, ‘You’re spittin’ in the face of vets who fought for us, you bastards!’
Unless you’re a POW who’s tortured and battered
‘Cause to him you’re zeros
‘Cause he don’t like his war heroes captured
That’s not disrespecting the military
Fuckk that! This is for Colin, ball up a fist!
And keep that shit balled like Donald the bitch!
‘He’s gonna get rid of all immigrants!’
‘He’s gonna build that thang up taller than this!’
Well, if he does build it, I hope it’s rock solid with bricks
‘Cause like him in politics, I’m using all of his tricks
‘Cause I’m throwin’ that piece of shit against the wall ‘til it sticks
And any fan of mine who’s a supporter of his
I’m drawing in the sand a line: you’re either for or against
And if you can’t decide who you like more and you’re split
On who you should stand beside, I’ll do it for you with this:
Fuck you!
The rest of America stand up
We love our military, and we love our country
But we fucking hate Trump”

Por que ninguém faz isso no Brasil?

Um programa para o feriado.

Secos e Molhados – “Amor”
Eminem – “Lose Yourself”
Beth Ditto – “Fire”
Lorde – “Green Light”
Flora Matos – “Preta da Quebrada”
Fujiya & Miyagi – “Collarbone”
Cicada – “Falling Rockets (Just A Band Remix)”
Katy Perry – “Dark Horse”
Kendrick Lamar – “DNA”
Marcelo D2 + Helio Bentes + Siba – “Resistência Cultural”
BaianaSystem + BNegão – “Invisível”
Frank Ocean + Jay-Z + Tyler the Creator – “Biking”
Criolo – “Menino Mimado”
MC Beijinho – “Me Libera Nega”
Sinkane – “Telephone”
Busy P + Mayer Hawthorne – “Genie”
Tare Sang – “Let’s Do”
Gilberto Gil – “Back in Bahia”
Thundercat – “Friend Zone”
Ed Sheeran – “Shape of You”
Spoon – “First Caress”

Eminem está prestes a lançar mais um novo disco e aproveitou os recentes debates à presidência dos EUA para lançar um longo monólogo contra Donald Trump.

Com uma base quase minimalista, “Campaign Speech” é mais uma tendência de que a poesia falada – sem beats, sem versão impressa – está ganhando espaço neste novo século.

A letra vem abaixo pra quem quiser acompanhar o flow.

Jumped out of the 2nd floor of a record store
With a Treacherous Four cassette and a cassette recorder
In Ecuador with Edward Norton
Witness the metamorphosis
Of a legend growin’ like an expert swordsman
From the Hessian war and
Hence the origin of the Headless Horseman
Born with the endorphins of a pathetic orphan
Endless source and reservoir
Of extension cords in dresser drawers
And deadbolts on the bedroom doors
And sexual torture kits kept in a separate storage bin
Excellent boyfriend

Use intercourse to settle scores
With women who have been vendettas towards men
Dickhead is forced in ‘til there’s shredded foreskin
Reddish torn and they’re only bein’ fed a portion
Bed sores and sore shins
Pregnant whores can get abortions
Fetish for stickin’ metal forks in, self-absorption
Skeletor, I went to Hell and fell a floor
A predator, I’m headed for competitors
Better warn ‘em, what I lack in tact and a set of morals
I make up for in metaphors like a cosmetic store
Stegosaurus, Chuck Norris with a thesaurus
Yes, of course, a mess of warrants
You want some? Come and get some, boys!
I’m givin’ Daniel Pantaleo a refresher course
On excessive force and pressure points
And dressin’ George Zimmerman in a fluorescent orange
Dress and four inch heels to address the court
With a bullseye on his back, his whole chest and torso
Or left on the doorsteps of Trayvon’s dad as a present for him
In my present form I’m Desert Storm
Appetite for destruction there’s no suppressant for
Aggressive, forceful, and less remorseful in every morsel
Unpleasant, horrible; hello, gorgeous!
The rebel with devil horns just fell off the yellow short bus
Met a contortionist, said, “When you wanna get sexual?”
She said, “However I fit in your schedule. I’m flexible.”
Expired tags on the Saturn, got Catherine Bach
In the back in Daisy Dukes with the hazards on
At a traffic stop gettin’ harassed, sign an autograph
For this asshole cop’s daughter
Laugh ‘cause I called her a brat on it
He spat on it and brought it back lookin’ half in shock
Had a heart attack and dropped dead
Started fallin’ back with it
And got slapped with a Colin Kaepernick practice sock

One ball and half a dick, Apple Watch
Crack front axle, walked in a Bass Pro Shop with David Hasselhoff, pulled Tabasco sauce out of my satchel
Knocked over a fisherman’s tackle box and *crash sound*
Asked if they had a laughin’ stock
That was fuckin’ stupid…

You got it twisted, all ‘cause I offered this bitch
A doggie biscuit, you call me misogynistic
Bitch, get to massagin’ this dick!
Like spas in this bitch, slob on it with gobs of lipstick
Got a shoppin’ list for you to run some odds and ends with
It’s not a bitch on this earth I can be monogamous with
She’s non-existent
Robin Thicke with a throbbin’ dick on some suave and slick shit
But I shout derogatives at bitches like fuckin’ missile launches
Misfit, blond and nitwit
Like I’ve gone ballistic, with a frostin’ tip kit
Screamed, “I hate blondes,” and became one, I’m optimistic
Love to start shit
Shovin’ Clark Kent’s undergarments in the glove compartment
Of the bucket, bumpin’ Bubba Sparxxx
I’m double parkin’ up at Targets, trouble ‘causer, a double crosser
Shadiest mothafucka you’ll ever come across
Olympic gymnast, been known for some assaults
A couple lawsuits, enough to cause a stomach ulcer
Same damn brain scan results as Rainman’s is
Something’s off, but when Dustin Hoffman’s
Dressin’ up in your mummy costume
On stage dancin’ to “Brain Damage,” what’s the problem?
Nothing’s wrong, the name brand is back to reclaim status
Run the faucet, I’ma dunk
A bunch of Trump supporters underwater
Snuck up on ‘em in Ray Bans in a gray van with a spray tan
It’s a wrap, like an Ace bandage
Don’t-give-a-fuck persona, to my last DNA strand
E&J in the waistband, at the VMAs with the stagehand
She wants kielbasa, pre-arrange an escape plan
Three-inch blade on point, like a See-and-Say
Consider me a dangerous man
But you should be afraid of this dang candidate
You say Trump don’t kiss ass like a puppet
‘Cause he runs his campaign with his own cash for the fundin’
And that’s what you wanted
A fuckin’ loose cannon who’s blunt with his hand on the button
Who doesn’t have to answer to no one—great idea!

If I was president
Gettin’ off is the first order of business
Once I get in office
Second thing that’ll make me happy’s walkin’ up to Uncle Sam
Naked, laughin’, dick cupped in hand
Screamin’, “Fuck safe sex!”
Throw a latex and an AIDS test at him
Tell Congress I run this land
And I want the rubber banned, and make it snappy
Addiction to friction and static
Addict who can’t escape the habit
Continue to chase the dragon
But as fate would have it, I walked up in major Magics
Dressed as the maintenance man
In a laser tag vest and a racin’ jacket
With a gauge to blast it
And sped away in the station wagon
Stacey Dash’s and Casey Anthony’s
Crazy asses in the backseat
Throwin’ Stayfree pads at me
Dead passenger in the passenger seat
Unfasten the safety latches
And slam on the brakes in traffic so hard
I snapped the relocation brackets for the monster tires
‘Finna get a murder case and catch it
Like you threw it at me encased in plastic

And send Dylan Roof through the windshield of the Benz
Until he spins like a pinwheel and begins feelin’…
Like a windmiller with a thin build while his skin’s peelin’
And skids ‘til he hits a cement pillar
Swing for the fence like Prince Fielder
Knock it into the upper peninsula
You wanna go against ‘zilla? The Rap God
When will I quit? Never been realer
The in-stiller of fear, not even a scintilla of doubt
Whose pens iller than Prince in a chinchilla
Or Ben Stiller in a suspense thriller
Revenge killer, avenge syllable binge
Fill a syringe, ‘til I
Draw first blood
Even pop shit on my pop shit, and it’s popular
Couldn’t be more awkwarder
Cause you’re innocence I robbed you of
It’s my fingers that got stuck up
Taught ya ta, not give a
Slapstick, hockey puck
The broad hunter with the sawed off
Like an arm when it’s lopped off of ya
But I’m not gonna, get the shotgun
Or the Glock, I’m gonna opt for the ox
Cause I’m into objects that are sharp when I shop
And it’s not a shock, I’m such an obnoxious fucker
The Rock Hudson of rock ‘cause who would have thought
This much of a cocksucker to go across the buttocks of Vivica Fox with a box cutter
That was for 50, little slap on the wrist be warned
I’m unrevealin’ quickly
My squabbles, I’m grappling with your time traveling with me
Try and follow, as I wobble, relapse into history, with a flask of the whiskey
Tip it back then I’m twisting wine bottles
Like what happened to Chris Reeves’ spine column
That’s the plan of attack when I’m fixing my problems
Wish my chest wasn’t having to get these rhymes off ‘em
But the fact that I have so many rappers against me mind boggles
And why I haven’t come back on these faggots who diss me is
More of a spectacular mystery than a fucking Agatha Christie crime novel

But my patience is wearing thin
Swear I been contemplatin’ rubbing shit in your face ‘til I smear it in
Diss you in every lyric until you fear the pen
And never appear again
If you actually had fuckin’ careers to end
But then I think of Molly Qerim and I steer ‘em in that direction and forget my ideas for them
Molly, I’m gone off you
Man, light some kush
You’re my first take, I’ll nail you
Can’t lie, I gush
If I won you over, you would be the grand prize
I’m entranced by your looks, come and give the Shady franchise a push
You can get it in the can like some Anheuser Busch
Jeans too small, least three pant sizes tush
Mushed against your damn side, your puss
And thighs are squished
What kind of attires that?
I’m ready to be rode
Psychopath, bet you we’ll get it poppin’ like a flat
Light the match to ignite the wrath
Got knives to slash and slice hermaphrodites in half
Piper Chapmans might just have to picket me
Like a scab
Hard to describe in fact
Startling violent perhaps
Are things that come to mind as soon as I start spitting rhymes like that
And you aren’t really surprised at that
But as far as these lines I rap
And these bars, wouldn’t dial it back if I star 69ed the track

Why am I such a dick?

Vamos esquentá-la.