Merry Birthday Jesus!

I am sorry for the late post, but my dad apparently doesn't believe in the internet...thus I have been cut off from lame blogs, youtube and all of you. I apologize. I want to take this opportunity to wish everyone a Merry Christmas, I hope you all ate too much and had awkward conversations with your family! I know I did.

This christmas, I made a mix-cdfor my dad. I made the mix CD not only because I am poor (I am) but because my father has, over the course of my 25ish years, has paid for a lot of music lessons, instruments and put up with a lot of crap at my hands and he likes to have physical confirmation that I actually am involved in making music/listening to music. So this CD includes some of my favorites from this year (although very few are new) as well as some unreleased Steak Fingaz heaters that I engineered especially for this CD. I also had to edit out most of the cuss words because I gave a copy to my Grandmother and she doesn't like curse words. Go figure. So there you have it. I cannot stress enough the fact that this CD might not be "cool" enough for much of you internet dwellers. There are very few blog-house tracks, or baltimore club remixes of indie rock songs. THere is a little too much reggae, but Grammie like reggae. I encourage you all to click on the amazing cover art to download this and be merry. Holler!

Alternate DL link.
Track List
Lindonéia-Nara Leão
Are You That Somebody RMX-Aaliyah ft. Danja Mouf
One Two-Sister Nancy
Rascal Man/False Rasta-Delroy Wilson
Thugmanitis (Tussin Version)-Steak Fingaz
This Life Makes Me Wonder-Delroy Wilson (again)
International Players Anthem (Steak Fingaz Chchoosey Retrofit)-UGK ft. Outkast
Aerodynamic (Slum Village RMX)-Daft Punk
Sidewayz-Dâm-Funk
The Reggae Beat Goes On-Family Choice
Hold On (Modeselektor RMX)-Apparat
Emotions (DJ Copy RMX)-Mariah Carey (thanks Lauren)
I Can't Go For That-Hall & Oates
Running Up That Hill-Kate Bush
Discobbedisco-Al Usher
Blue Skies-My My
Gimme All Kindz Uv Snackz-Steak Fingaz vs. DFA
Hold On-Romanthony
I Got The Feeling-2 Tons O' Fun
Do It At the Disco-Gary's Gang
My Area (Frog RMX)-Steak Fingaz

My Urrea

I almost forget dudes and dudettes, STEAKFINGAZ HAS A NEW TRACKKKKKKKKKK! Get your asses over to da SteakSpace and download them shits and then burn it on a cd and give it to your cousins.

I Am Legend

This movie blew so much ass, I would have left if I hadn't bought a bucket of beers already. It is sort of like Omega Man, but without all the kickass parts.
But Sexface, you may be saying, If it sucks so hard, why is it the HIGHEST GROSSING FILM IN THE COUNTRY/WORLD? The obvious answer is that everyone sucks. The real answer, though, lies in the fact that people are starting to get the idea that the world as we know it is going to end relatively soon. Think about it...global warming...American led WWWIII on god knows who...pandemic...continued writer's striker meaning, leaving only reality TV. So people want to see movies about the end of the world, so they will know what to do. Apparently, what Will Smith did was steal some diesel jeans and muscle shirts and do some push-ups. Then he talked to his dog. Then he half-assed a fight with some unconvincing CGI monsters. Then Alice Braga showed up. Then he SAVED THE WORLD. Hurray. I would recommend that people not only don't see this movie, but do as I did and stand outside of the theater and tell people not to see it. That is what Jesus would do. I think.

Nathan Barley

The irony is not lost on me that I am putting these Youtube videos about how lame the internet is on my blog. That is how ironic and hip I am. Believe.



The British are killing it right now in the snark department. Not so much in the teeth department.

Get Rad

What's up dudes? I just finished my last paper and I am fucking maxin, reading Bataille and drinking Sparks!!!!! Unfortunately, though, my beat makin' software has gone caput (sp?) because them shits was pirated as crap. I was in the middle of lacing some fat beats (read: sitting in my room on a pile of clothes and stealing some drum breaks off an mp3 that my Dad gave me) and the internet told me to fuck myself. So here I am, attempting to lace fat beats with SoundForge and an old drum machine. Not as rad as it sounds.
Anyway, I am trying to go on a bender, but all of my friends are wussies. All I could manage was to get a hangover and spend my whole day on Myspace. Or should I say SteakSpace. Oh, and listening to this Dancehall mix by the inimitable Ross Hogg. Download that shit and weep for your speakers. Holler!

Steak Fingaz is Going to Cause Rapflation

Watch out Dudes/dudettes. Steak Fingaz has officially hit the scene. Saturday night we had our first and second shows, at consecutive house parties. The good things about this was the fact that we came out of the gates mad hard and showed Austin exactly who runs this shit. (clarification: we do) Now if we can just unseat that god damn Pete Bjorn and John. Fucking assholes. The bad thing about playing two parties in one night is that we didn't get to properly bask in the adoration that was coming our way; several chicks at the first party were left unhollered-at. The second party had more than one dude in tevas. By the time we made it back to the real party, all that was left was whiskey and devilled eggs (I am not complaining). The only real problem with our eminent success is that it might cause rapflation, causing the price of hos to go up.

Check the pics here.

Porn House

This song really gets me kind of hot and bothered.

Great Fucking News

Don't tell Willie Hutch (please), but Steak Fingaz took his song "I Choose You" and made it approximately 9000 times better. Or at least now there are more Dipset references in it (Willie didn't manage any). Go to the Steakspace and jam that shit on 11, yo! This one was recorded with a real vocal microphone. Pros of this? You can hear the vocals. Cons of this? You can hear the vocals.

The practical problem with outdoing ourselves with every single song is that pretty soon we will be physically unable to make a doper jam. We will have to just go on hiatus until the technology catches up, I will need that super computer that beats Russian dudes at chess to compose the uber-jammers that I have cooking in my brain.