We’re in Cleveland. It is the NBA playoffs. I’m writing this before game two, which pits our Cavaliers against the reprehensible and asinine Orlando Magic. (If there was any justice in the world, somebody would punch Dwight Howard in the mouth. I’m tired of that dude’s “charisma.”) My Pops and I are scalping tickets to get in the door tonight and I’m in full pre-sporting event tune mode. For me, to a large degree, that means old-school hardcore punk and rap music. Maybe I’m a weirdo, but Fugazi and Jay-Z get me in the mood for playoff hoop. I’m feeling good about this evening’s contest and am assuming that the home town club is going to pull out the victory; however, you’re going to read this on Saturday. If I’m wrong and my boys drop the ball, feel free to jeer me in the comments. If I’m right, and the James Gang rides hard through the opposition, take a deep breath and bask in the glow of roundball perfection.
I’m not going to get verbose today, I’m just going to pass along tunes. You get classic live Fugazi in the form of “Merchandise,” (Which gets me ready for the tip-off, but which very well may be wildly ironic, given that I’m going to a hugely corporate event.) remixed Biggie from the Ratatat fellows, remixed Jay-Z from the ubiquitous Danger Mouse and, just for shits and giggles, Roger Clyne and the Peacemakers reminding us that the world is full of stupid people. (I’m looking right at you, Hedo.) Hopefully the sun rises tomorrow on a 1-1 Eastern Conference Finals. I’m feeling confident. If I was in charge of the P.A. at the Gund (I still call it the Gund; back up off of me.), these four tracks would damn near ensure a victory for the wine and gold.