Rappers love the Holiday Season, what with its festival of lights and spirit of giving. That's why so many of them pack the final weeks of the years with cd releases. That, or just pressure from their labels to increase fourth quarter sales. Here's a quick look at some BadmintonStamps-approved albums dropping in your stocking soon.
Getting arrested, writing six songs a night, the subject of
New Yorker profiles, stunntin' with his daddy, collabin' with new cool kids
The Cool Kids, responsible for the "
Worst BadmintonStamps post ever". Basically,
Lil Wayne keeps it pretty busy. Now comes news that the long awaited
Tha Carter III will arrive in February. Which is not the Holiday Season. Which makes it odd that I would include it first in my "Hip Hop Releases For The Holiday Season" report. That is until you finish reading this sentence and learn that Lil Wayne is droppin'
Tha Carter III: The Leak on December 18th. It's a "bootleg" compilation of songs that were originally intended for the
Tha Carter III, but have, well, leaked. He's including four new ones and re-doing some of the tracks that had the internet going nuts all summer. I'm exhausted just thinking about this. This kid has been on so many tracks that Vibe Magazine just ranked the
Top 77 Lil Wayne Songs of 2007. He's Weezy F Please Say The Mutherfuckn' Baby and he does it better than anyone else, but enough already.
Which brings me to Lil Wayne. He's
featured on
Jay-Z's new album,
American Gangster, which is based on the movie that is based on my uncle (yo, Russell Crowe plays my uncle. For real. Like, my real actual uncle. Crazy). Listen to the ever-growing-on-me "Blue Magic"
here and the instant greatness of "Roc Boys" below. And don't forget to thank that Nike Box.
Weezy may have my mind right now, but
Ghostface always has my heart.
The Big Dough Rehab drops early December. Check out the ridiculous third verse on the
first single. Apparently he has strong Oscar buzz.
Which brings me to Ghostface. The
Wu-Tang member follows his solo album with his crew's long awaited return exactly one week later. Trippy, man. Trippy like the excellent first single.
As Biggie once said, "Goddamn credit? Dead it." And while he was talking about the crack game, there is a rock, or at least an ounce, of truth in that statement for all of us. Because in this cruel, cruel world it's tough getting credit for your good deeds. Take for example the tip cup at your favorite order-at-the-counter restaurant. I'm always dropping a buck in the jar at my spots. In Philly it's 
Comin' atcha first thing every Monday morning, it's The Pony Track, a super-fantastic short distance dedication to BadmintonStamps Collective founding member and internationally renowned symbol for musical excellence Aaron "Pony"
Child. No fancy links, no clever write-ups, 'cause these awesome songs
don't need no splainin'. So c'mon, ride the pony!
Last night, on the way to a 2-1 Boston victory, Red Sox centerfielder 
Junior Wells - 
The Girlfriend Track is song that SkinnySlim deems sexy for a lady to feel. We're talking about songs where, if my girl said "Yo, turn this up", I would be turned on.
'Slim and I have this friend who lives in New York. Since forever, we've referred to said friend by his last name, but I've recently come to realize that we may have been missing out on a great nickname opportunity. See, this friend's first name is Joshua, and his middle initial is Z. See where I'm going with this? Of course, the most likely reason we never connected these dots earlier is because Joshua is quite possibly the least black person any of us know. I mean, he's not black the way Conan O'Brien is not black. This only makes me regret the oversight even more, because what would be funnier than calling somebody so not black by the same nickname as the self-proclaimed and very black Head of Black Music? Turns out, plenty, since Joshua was actually 
There's nothing like the feeling when you slap a buddy's hand to show appreciation. That's why you can find me out on the street constantly giving 5. I employ a variety of methods. You got the Running High, the Flipped Hand Double Quickie, and my personal favorite, the Behind The Back Low. Sometimes, if I'm feeling particularly kinky, I'll do the Egyptian (Behind Back Low to one person, simultaneous Dead Ahead 5 to another). During a recent demonstration of my slapping skills, some chick I know was telling me how much she loves 5, but doesn't get enough. Well baby, it's like the fortune cookie says, "You're gonna have to give 5 to get it." If there's something out in the world that you want, you can't wait for the world to give it to you. Cause the world is busy. Spinning. Take, for example, music. See, the music ain't just gonna come to you, you gotta go to it. You can't just sit down at you computer and expect your favorite band to magically make their 
Apologies, loyal readers. The total lack of activity here at the 'Stamps this week has been the unfortunate consequence of Philabuster's extended tango with a particularly tenacious strain of Streptococcal Pharyngitis. While drifting in and out of a 100+ degree fevered delerium for the better part of a week has admittedly had its entertaining moments, it did not lend itself well to parsing HTML and navigating server directories. To make up for the dry spell, I propose a flurry of hastily prepared, mildly relevant, and probably only marginally humorous posts slung up willy-nilly during the remainder of the week, starting with this belated Pony Track substitute. All in favor, 
Blah blah blah grizzly beach bear house. The one show that nobody (except Badminton) is talking about is 
I regret to inform you that Mr. SkinnySlim will be away for the next two weeks. I'm happy to inform you that he has instructed Mr. Philabuster to put up a seven songs of excellence during his regrettable absence. Think of it like BadmintonStamps' Pony Track, but instead of every week, you'll get numerous delicious servings in just 10 work days. Fantastic.
So I'm reading this thread on BCO, and it's like there's fifteen different "But of course!" lights going off all at once. The premise: 
It's supposed to be a once-a-month affair, but rules are made to be broken, and Making Time won't be boxed in by mere convention. Behold, The Raddening:
In the world of televised sports commentary, there's no greater softball than the old half full vs half empty glass conversation. Were the Phillies that good down the stretch, or were the Mets just that bad? Did Matt Holliday win the game 
