You can't argue with a great concept: Songs sung by Frank Sinatra are interpreted by a slew of indie rock and punk bands. A great concept, but one that makes for truly (and gloriously) unpredictable results. Chairman of the Board is, of course, not a perfect record, but it offers up some true gems.
Back in the 80s when the rules of hip hop came crashing into our teenage heads, some of us took to the microphone, others choose a can of spray of paint, others bought a rolls of lino to practice breakdancing on. For me however, it was DJing. Before I became interested in production or beatmaking, or even directing other musical artists, turntables were my first true love. Hours spent practising, scratching and cutting my first two records together. Those two records are now two of many in my collection. A collection that holds an integral (and imposing) part of my life.
Back in the 80s when the rules of hip hop came crashing into our teenage heads, some of us took to the microphone, others choose a can of spray of paint, others bought a rolls of lino to practice breakdancing on. For me however, it was DJing. Before I became interested in production or beatmaking, or even directing other musical artists, turntables were my first true love. Hours spent practising, scratching and cutting my first two records together. Those two records are now two of many in my collection. A collection that holds an integral (and imposing) part of my life.
Back in the 80s when the rules of hip hop came crashing into our teenage heads, some of us took to the microphone, others choose a can of spray of paint, others bought a rolls of lino to practice breakdancing on. For me however, it was DJing. Before I became interested in production or beatmaking, or even directing other musical artists, turntables were my first true love. Hours spent practising, scratching and cutting my first two records together. Those two records are now two of many in my collection. A collection that holds an integral (and imposing) part of my life.