'cause i'm an alum, yo

Hey college-attenders everywhere. Calling all alumni:

The newest thing to hit the music scene? Well admittedly, not TOO new, but pretty great nonetheless. We're talking homemade rap videos of varying quality by well-educated, affluent gentlemen about their colleges or post-grad existences.

For me, it started with the boys of the Dolla Crew ($). If you want to know more, you should twitter binx310 (the Big Daddy of the criz) or look 'em up on the FB.

Quick Bio (by me):
DJ Curious started off reppin' at humble W&L with homemade turntable sets. That turned into spinnin' his own beats, and now? Now look at him. He's assembled a crew from the dudes he once sampled, and they're heatin' up our nation's capital.



Yes, I was privileged enough not only to attend university with these gentlemen but also to have them befriend me. If you go to www.myspace.com/dollarecordings, you too can hear the joyous sounds of "Cougar Huntin.'" I've been hounding DJ Curious for this to actually own on Itunes for maybe a year now. Where's the love?

And then there's this gem, set to the sampled backbeat of old, familiar "Downtown":



How do the boys describe themselves? As "the founding fathers on some hip-hop shit."

INTERMISSION

Similar bracket, different flava, we welcome The Allen Jokers - real "Midd Kids." The quality of this vid's a bit better, but I gotta say I like the flow of the DJ to Robinson's quick quips.



Quick Bio (by me):
These kids are HI-larious. Maybe it's just because I myself went to a small east-ish coast-ish school, but ah-mazing. Self-described as "jokers," the Allen Jokers grew into the Middlebury existence on Allen Hall (according to a recent interview) and just took it from there. This song features a medley of stereotypes, all of them expertly depicted, from double-polo RL-wearin' laxers to Carhart-overall-rockin' ladies.

In other news, today I was walking home and I was texting and walking at the same time - something I rarely do as it compromises the little coordination I possess. Well, actually, I got out of a cab and narrowly missed hitting a delivery man by about .02 seconds. I then was cursed out by a woman rapidly following him. Maybe she was totally hungry, who knows. All's well that ends well.

Back to me. I was heading home and texting, and walking, which typically is a recipe for disaster. I was walking next to a really hot guy. And I mean, I'm a girl, so I noticed this guy, and even though I'm not much to look at by the time the clock hits 7 PM on your average Monday, I looked at him anyway. So there's the guy, who sees me, looking at him, like a total creep. I'm still texting, and walking, and I start laughing at what G types to me, because, I mean, it's funny. Then I trip. Then I text and trip repeatedly for a good block or so as I try to get my balance back but for whatever reason, at that moment, I decided the best way to regain my balance clearly did not involve stopping my phone activity.

The guy looked at me like I was crazy, and then he walked away. Figures. And I continue to prove to the world that I'm an idiot savant.