2 days in a row! Who’d have ever expected that?!?!?!

I just wanted to share some more outdoor recipes for the BBQ season… these are just grill recipes and therefore do NOT qualify as barbecue. (Barbecue requires smoke)

Anyway, here are a couple great grill recipes for your stoner asses to try out while you burn a Jay in the back yard:
Chronic’s Cubano-style pork tenderloin:

This is a recipe that you have to start the night before… give the meat a full 12 hours in this marinade for best results. (it’s good for 2 tenderloins..,they’re always 2 to a pack)

You’ll need:

The juice of 2 limes

1/4 cup of orange juice

1/4 cup olive oil

5 cloves of minced/diced garlic (if you’ve got it in a jar, use a couple heaping tablespoons)

1 medium onion (diced/minced)

1 tablespoon dried cilantro leaves (or a bunch of diced fresh cilantro if you’ve got it)

1 teaspoon each of: Salt, cumin, black pepper

put all this stuff in a big-ass zip-lock and mush it around… throw the pork into the bag, cover it, seal it and throw it in the fridge.

Take the meat out of the fridge a full hour before cooking and let it get up to room temperature. Preheat the grill to ultra hot, throw the tenderloins on the grill.. they’re supposed to be 3-sided, if you can clearly see the 3 sides, do 3-4 minutes on each of the 3… if it seems more like only a 2-sided cut, do it for 5-7 minutes on each side.

Chronic Grilled HOT wings:

This recipe is good for about 18-20-ish wings and is another one that’s better if you give the wings a full 12 hours to soak up the marinade.

1 cup hot sauce (red cayenne hot sauce, Louisiana style or something)

1 stick of melted butter (margarine)

1 tablespoon of Worcestershire sauce

5 cloves diced/minced garlic (2 heaping tablespoons)

1 tablespoon each: onion powder, salt, black pepper, sugar

combine all that stuff in a big bowl… pour
half of it into a giant zip-lock and add the chicken to the bag… mix it all around, squeeze out all the air and get all the pieces covered.

Save the other half of the sauce for basting.

Cook these on a lower temperature grill, something like 300 degrees and keep the lid on ‘em. bast ‘em every 5-10 minutes and flip ‘em regularly… They’ll take 30 minutes or so to cook on this low temperature with all the flipping and heat-loss, but the end result is well worth the time and trouble.

Chronic’s simple burger seasoning:

Make up a batch of this and it’ll last you through a couple good grilling sessions… probably does 15-ish 1/4 pound burgers.

2 tablespoons onion powder

1 tablespoon each: garlic powder, black pepper, salt

1 teaspoon each: chili powder, dried thyme, sugar

I keep a shaker at home and at the studio.

Try these out, yo!

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So It’s been forever since I’ve written anything on this site and it seems like I should get back to writing everyday. I’m gonna ease myself back into it with some recipes.

I’ve really gotten into barbecue in the past couple years. It’s something that I’ve always enjoyed, but in recent years I’ve taken it to the next level, forming a competitive barbecue team with a couple buddies.

We’ve experimented with a wide variety of different rubs and sauces over the past several months and I thought I’d share a few of my favorites with you. Here they are:

Chronic’s sauceless (Memphis style) ribs:

1/4 cup brown sugar

2 tablespoons each: black Pepper, mustard powder

1 tablespoon each: salt, garlic powder, onion powder, cayenne pepper, dried thyme leaves

1 teaspoon: chili powder

1/2 teaspoon each: cumin, ground sage

combine all the ingredients in a bowl and mix well.

Sprinkle the mixture evenly over the slab.

Smoke the ribs at 200-225 degrees for 8-12 hours. You’ll need a blend of wood and charcoal for the smoking process. I like to use pure oak charcoal with large hickory chunks and some smaller apple chips. Depending on where you are in the world and what time of year it is, you may want to soak your wood prior to smoking to maintain a cool enough temp… but if you’re doing this in the winter, soaking your chips is kinda pointless. (You’ll know the ribs are done when the bones are sticking out 1/4″ or so past the meat on the small side of the rack) when you pull these off the smoker the ribs will be so tender you can pull each bone clean out of the slab without disturbing any of the meat around them.

No sauce on this recipe… if you’re having trouble maintaining a low enough temperature you might want to have a little spray bottle to keep the bark moist.

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Chronic’s (Carolina Style) Pork Shoulder/butt:

*For a full shoulder double the below recipes*

Rub:

2 tablespoons each: chili powder, mustard powder, black pepper, salt

1 tablespoon each : paprika, cayenne pepper, onion powder, garlic powder, brown sugar

Sauce:

1/2 cup each: white vinegar, apple juice, dijon mustard

2 tablespoons each: ketchup, hot sauce (use a cayenne or habanero based sauce), honey

1 tablespoon each: worcestershire sauce, liquid smoke, garlic powder, onion powder, black pepper, chili powder, cayenne pepper

1 teaspoon each: ground red pepper, ground sage, dried thyme leaves

Combine all these ingredients on the stove and bring to a simmer, then turn the heat down to as low as it will go. take like 1/3 of the sauce and mix it with an equal amount of water in a separate container. (This watered down sauce is your mop sauce, the stuff on the stove is the sauce you serve)

Apply the rub to the pork shoulder (If you bought a half-shoulder/roast that came wrapped in a twine net, I highly suggest taking this off before seasoning the shoulder and if the meat’s having trouble staying together, use a kabob skewer or two to hold it together. There’s NOTHING as messy as cutting those nets away after cooking)

you’ll want a slightly warmer fire for the shoulder because you’ll be opening the smoker regularly to mop the meat, and lots of heat will escape during this process. (I usually aim for 250 degrees with a shoulder, but it’s nice and fatty so it can take the heat as long as you put it as far from the actual fire as you can) If it’s a whole bone-in shoulder it may take as long as 12-14 hours… and you’re gonna want to mop it once an hour or so… if it’s a half shoulder/butt/roast it may be done in as little as 6-7 hours. Since this is a long smoke I recommend using milder wood… I generally use a blend of apple, hickory and oak on everything… for this smoke, i’d go heavy on the oak and light on the hickory and apple.

When it’s done, pull it off and let it rest for 15-20 minutes… the bigger the cut, the longer it needs to rest (Logic! yea!!11one) then shred that bitch up with a couple forks. serve it on whatever kind of bread you want, slather some sauce over it and chow down.

Try these out and let me know what you think… I’ll have more recipes to share soon!

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It’s A New Year. This early in the game 2008 seems like an unexplored playground begging for its first scraped knee. (I’m so poetic!!!1one)

This year marks my first year of actually trying to actually make it as an entrepreneur. I’m pouring 100% of my time and energy into popfreeradio.com and I’ve never been happier. After years of screwing around I finally feel like I’ve found a project I can pour myself into.

I was recognized this year by The Pitch as The Best Of Kansas City 2007: Best Online Radio Personality. It was seriously the single most-unexpected honor I’ve ever received.

2008 may not bring critical acclaim, but it feels like we’re on track for BIG things. The popfreeradio.com crew is incredible. I’ve managed to assemble an amazing group of people to help develop this project since the very beginning and it gets better and better every day. Thanks to their hard-work and your insight the site has grown from a dormant dot-com in september of 2007 to one of the biggest alternative radio stations anywhere on the internet.

I have every intention of geting back in the habit of updating this site every day… I’m just a lazy pothead… Please keep sending questions and I’ll be sure to answer them. If you’re looking for advice between 3:20 and 7:00pm central, you can ask-a-pothead on-air by calling 816-355-2315. (your call may be aired on popfreeradio.com)

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It’s been a minute since I posted here, but I thought I should at least say something here…

It’s been nearly a year since I updated this site… I’ve been busy. I launched popfreeradio.com on 10/31/06, and have been completely absorbed in this project ever since. So far the station has streamed to almost a quarter of a million people, and we’re starting to get some local recognition. The station was mentioned 3 times in the Pitch in the past few months along with some of the better-known blogs in town including Tony’s Kansas City and we’ve been invited to do remote broadcasts around town including a weekly broadcast from El Torreon every Friday night. We pulled off our first show on May 12th: Cloud Cult, Shudder and Tripp Algiers at Davey’s Uptown. We’re planning a second show for September. This one willgo all day long, be 100% local, and feature at least 10 bands. We recently acquired a station van and office space which we’ll be moving into in the next 60-ish days. I finally purchased some professional broadcasting software and have started programming our 26,000 songs into it. (At this point the stuff in the heaviest rotation should play around once every 7 hours… stuff in the lowest rotation will play once every 51 days.)

That does it for station updates… here’s something completely unrelated: I was 36 inches and 30 seconds from beating the shit out of an old man last night. I was coming home from my parents house (I work today, so we did the father’s day stuff for my dad yesterday) and as I drove westbound on 83rd street I was followed by a silver BMW. The speed-limit is 30mph on this street, and I was doin’ around 34-ish. The dude in this beamer was evidently in a HUGE hurry though… on my bumper honking and flipping me the bird. So naturally I slow down… if 34 is too slow, I’m sure 20’s gonna be fun… at 20, the honking picks up… so I drop down to about 15. This pisses him off more and the honking and hand-gestures pick up even more… As I crossed metcalf, dude held the horn… a solid 15-20 second hoooooooooooooooooonk. at this point I say fuck it. I come to a cpomplete and total stop in the middle of the street and put the vehicle in park. Beamer-guy has whipped a right turn into the mr Gyros parking lot, but there’s no one behind me so I jump back in the van and back up so I can pull into the parking lot behind him and block his car in his parking space. “What the fuck is your problem? What’s the hurry? Is there a medical emergency? Does your car have a short that makes your horn honk randomly?”

Dude gets out of his car at this point and I started actually laughing at him. (I couldn’t help it) He stands 5′5″-ish and has around a 40-inch waist and thick-black-rimmed glasses.. He starts telling me I don’t know how to drive and that obviously I have no life and that I should have my lights on… I yelled at him for 3-4 minutes and each time I tried to get within 3 feet of him, he ducked behind the glass door to Mr Gyros. (not that I really would have hit him, but I was gettin’-off on watching him flinch and the smell/taste of fear coming from him).
br> Anyway, a couple random diners at the restaurant see all this going down and come outside to try to calm things down (and I was starting to calm down at this point anyway…I’d yelled for 3-4 minutes, and knew without having to throw a punch that this man was terrified) and just kind of got between us and started talking and blah blah blah it all ended… I made a comment about getting his license plate number, and told him to feel free to note my license plate number…. he thought that had something to do with calling the cops or something and didn’t really catch the message I was trying to convey… but anyway that license plate number is Missouri: 113 NZZ or maybe 133 NZZ. It’s a 2002?-2003? beamer coup… If you see this jackass on the road, have some fun with him!

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On first listen, The Republic Tigers are a slightly uptempo ethereal kind of aural sex. “Made Concrete” reminds me of older Beta Band (circa “High Fidelity”) with so much to say that they have to add a few extra kick drums to the overall beat in order for they lyrics to not sound forced. And it’s delicious. The melody in the background swims against the electronic programming of the drums.

“The Contortionists” is reminiscent of the kind of 70’s era ambient-esque that Air produced for the movie “The Virgin Suicides.” Circling piano medleys and the chorusing of voices makes this one a winner as well. Of course, i’m a sucker for some good chill out sounding stuff.

The myspace tracklisting was somewhat cut of, but i’m assuming the next track was called “Buildings and Mountains.” It’s got a folksy driving feel to it with a steady kick from the drums moving it along. The effects on the vocals aren’t overdone, which is nice as a lot of bands of late have relied too heavily on excess electronics. The Republic Tigers meld it nicely so that neither the live instrumentation or the electronics being used take the front or back seat. Both gel together beautifully and without overpowering each other.

“Sinkin Annie Down” was probably the most memorable song for me, primarily because newer bands refuse to take cues from older soul records from the early to late 70’s. There is a chorus round that opens up this song that’s absolutely astounding and beautiful.

This is a band that will take a certain amount of open-mindedness to enjoy. If you like the later Radiohead releases, you’ll definitely be able to enjoy this. Don’t expect outrageous guitar solos or the infusion of punk/funk/dance that seems so prevalent in new bands now. This is one to sip mojitos on the porch to some sunday afternoon.

Out of 5 Spliffs possible, I give this a 7 Spliff rating. It’s just that good (and they’re Kansas City local! BIG UPS!)

The Republic Tigers can be heard on their myspace site at: Myspace.com/therepublictigers. Their new site, TheRepublicTigers.com is in the works now too.

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Ricky Bobby (Will Ferrell) is NASCARs best and fastest racer from the moment he gets to drive in place of some random guy, but his whole world comes crashing down when he is in a wreck. and he has to come back and try to beat the french driver that has been winning in his absence from raceing. This movie is a perfect example of Will Ferrell’s comdey. there is about 10 to 15 mins. of him running around thinking he is on fire, in his underwear of course. and all kinds of nonsense that will keep you busting up the entire time. Yeah its true it has absolutly no point at all, it’s really more like a lot of SNL skits tied together by a really crappy daddy issue plot, and I loved this movie for it. Also surprisingly John C. Reilly who plays Cal Naughton Jr. was just as funny as Ferrell. Talladega Nights Comes at you like a Spider monkey! so I give it a 9.5 out of 10. and ill be going to see this one agains im sure.

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Explosions ring out in markets, mosques, cemeteries, and public streets. Missiles rain down on civillian populations, and soldiers, militants, guerillas, jihadists, and international police lay in ambush. Chambers loaded, safetys off, with a cold distant stare, they wait.

The ideological war between the Judeo-Christian West and the Islamic Near-East is teetering on the edge of no-return. With neither side in the Iran V US match-up willing to back down on the nuclear issue, it’s just a question of who strikes first.

The major difference between this and the Iraq war is that there will be no denying this war at home… Americans are trying desperately to live their lives as normally as possible, but when this war expands to include virtually every muslim nation on earth, the US, UK, Russia, and EU will find themselves involved in a war on a far greater scale than any war in the past… and the worst part, the only way for the west to win is resort to tactics that are simply attrocious to western ideology.

Unless we’re willing to selectively violate the rights of the people based on their religious beliefs, we’re not going to be able to identify a terrorist until after he has commited an act of terrorism.

I don’t support profiling. I don’t condone racism, or religious discrimination, or discrimination of any kind… but the war on terror can’t be won as long as it’s fought in terms of a war on terrorists. The only way for the west to win is to change it to a war on Islam. This war is “winnable” because it’s a whole lot easier to identify a Muslim than it is to identify a terrorist.

I don’t support this idea. I’m not recommending it, or trying to say I want to see a war with Islam. I just think it’s the military strategy that we’ll see Dubaya and friends employ. We’ve already seen the start of the transistion from the war on terror to the war on Islam. When the UK busted the 2 dozen suspected terrorist who supposedly planned on blowing up trans-atlantic flights, President Bush said we were at war with “Islamic Fascists” instead of radical terrorists or similar language from earlier statements.

I believe this to be the beginning of the transition. When Iran’s nuke deadline expires and the EU and Russia prevent economic sanctions, the US will be left with no choice but to use its military to send a message to Iran. When this happens, the whole of the Islamic world will come to the defense of Iran. At this point the west can redefine the war officially, and start effectively exterminating the enemy and anyone living within 100 mile radius.

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Here post this email as a rant! I’m drunk and I don’t give a fuck! Jesus was black; get the fuck over it and concentrate on what the brotha did; not what he was! Fuck! Next, women suck! Sorry, I know it’s sexist! But that’s because I bat for the penis in this lifetime! Next time, I might have a vagina and bat for the pussy! But right now, I bat for the man team. That’s right! That’s what we’ll fucking call it! We’ll call it…THE MAN WITH PENIS TEAM!! That’s what I bat for, and right now, I’m fucking Mcguire bitches!! I smash records fucker! Kiss my ass! Ya’ll suck! You theivin’, schemin’ fuckers! I hope you get crotch fleas on your clit and they burrow inside the hood and lay eggs!

BOOYAH!

Next, this line of government is the latest line of dumbfucks to be in office! We haven’t had a decent present in 40 years! At least, nobody worth a shit! The last one was Johnson, and we were happy to run his ass out of office because of Vietnam! Fuck what the man did for for Civil Rights! Where the fuck are our leaders at!!!!???? Bush?? Clinton?? REAGAN!!!!??Carter!!! I don’t fucking think so!! We have no leaders!! Black, white, mauve, or green we are fucking leaderless! God this makes me want to eat a suicide cookie! Someone lace a cookie with choc. chips with arsenic so I don’t have to watch the next 50 years!! This is fucking bullshit!!!

BOOYAH!!

Eat my shit assholes! No matter what kind of social circles you have or what kind IQ you THINK you have because of a test! I own you! I own you like people owned my ancestors menstral licker! Iown you! I’m smarter! I’m more creative! What I don’t know, I’m willing to admit and then look up just so I can find a way to beat you! Your worthless you mcdonald’s bigmac fucking pieces of shit! Go hump Wal-mart’s legs and fucking die!! When we go to hell, I’ll see you there and 2pac, Biggie, Jim Morisson, and Marvin Gaye are going to blow blunt smoke of the chronic at your ass with. Then we’ll stomp on your nuts with while we smoke a harmonic version of The Beatles “Come Together!” That’s right bitches! I’m a black Charles Manson, cut out your liver no questions askin’, scheme maskin’, drastic action enpowered by bitch smackin’, righteous motherfucker! The power of my lineage makes me a survivor, your a court jester to my throne fucker!

Booya!

I need a fucking cigarette! I know their bad for you but fuck that you worthless sons of bitches! I want to damn smoke! I want to smoke in public! I want to breathe lucky strikes in babies faces! I want to rip them from their mother’s breats when their smoking, put my lips on the tit, and blow carcinogens!!! HAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHA! mmmmmmmm. TAR! eat shit and die!!!!

Dream Therapy bitches! Emailing you from my drunken mind. Agree or Die! see you on the otherside when my liver gives out!!!

Alexandre (Ale-Shaun-Dre)

The Jesus Christ of Space Funk and Leader of The Revolution!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Make me President!!!!!!!!!! Assholes!

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When I take over the world, I really will find a way to eliminate anyone with an IQ under 110.

Robots are capable of any task done by someone with an IQ lower than that. we don’t need these people. They just clog up our roads, breathe our air, and pollute our gene pool. (I should probably be more concerned about the genepool and the air, but it’s the roads that bug me most.)

I will make a point of finding a means of administering this test that is in no way culturally biased so that just as many stupid white people die as their stupid counterparts of other skin-tones, and that a similar percentage of smart people of all ethnicities survive (except for swiss people, they must all die).

Since we’ve stopped natural selection and replaced it with a new notion of “the geographically superior” survive, (meaning if you happen to live in a western country with strong military alliances, regardless of how poor your genes, you survive and so do your progeny simply because of geography) we’re essentially encourging an endless supply of Baby-Ruths in the gene pool.

Our modern western all important question of “Is it good for the children?” is a step in the right direction, but it’s too short term, think not of the children but of the future of the species. The idea of “is it good for the children?” isn’t really about the children anyway, it’s about the adults in their lives and their own selfish motivations:

“Is it good for the child to have a parent in prison? No, your honor, it’s not, and that’s why you must acquit!”

“Is it good for a child to not grow up with grandparents? No, that’s why we need to work to end a ll diseases.”

“Is it good for a child to die prematurely of a disease? No, it’s important (s)he be given the chance to grow up and have children.”

You see, the logic provides an excuse for selfish motivations of a few generations, and doesn’t look to the actual future beyond the generations that they’ve physically met. It’s in fact detrimental to the future of the species in terms of the gene pool as strong genes don’t fix and replace weaker ones, the weaker ones only dilute the strong pool.

I’m open to other suggestions if people don’t want to breed for intelligence. I’d be just as open to breeding for strength, or beauty, or artistic ability, or any number of things as long as we’re going to take things in a direction and stir this stagnate water…

“Is swimming in sewage good for the children?”

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Written Freestyle #7

If I spit the facts to you,
will you even give a damn?
Will it make a fucking difference
to that idiot Uncle Sam?
Will you be able to dream in color
after they decide to rape your spirit?
Do you fear it; Can you clear it;
or have they already taken your
heart to the inquisition to spear it?
After you hear my spirit,
are you still going to be a snob?
Don’t call me an Uncle Tom
because I regard you as Grandma Bob!
You think that your elitist
because your looks and clothes
are the cleanest;
but you can’t see the meat of my intelligence
is the phatest yours the leanest!
I’m tired of this game of whose got all the money
and the tightest honeys;
the republican’s egos are placebos
that’s why they think their day is sunny;
but that bullshit comin’ out ya’
is too watery and runny.
It’s comin’ out ya’ ass so fast I through it
so funny.

Alexandre (Ale-Shaun Dre)
The Jesus Christ of Space Funk
and Leader of The Revolution

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My mental window is having a hard time being clean; when I spit freely in front of people the words flow from my mouth like sperm from a man’s balls. When I touch my keys and try to ejaculate my thoughts on the screen, I become mentally impotent. Unfortunately, they don’t make Viagra for my mind my friend. Some would say weed would be the inspiration but instead that just makes me want to play video games and eat Cupcakes; the chocolate kind, with little cream filling. My mental window is covered with sludge; it’s as dirty as Joe Pesci’s mouth. No matter how much I try to clean it I can’t see my way to write something. I’ve stared blankly at this stupid screen for three hours trying to write because I know if I don’t then Chronic will cut off my lyrical balls; and I don’t know how many black people you know, but are balls are important to us. How else are we supposed to get women pregnant and leave them? You can’t do that with a pussy. I guess that’s the benefit of being a lesbian; you never have to worry about if your lover is missing her period that having anything to do with you. I wish I had the words to express that polkadot blanket that is my soul; it has so many colors but I wouldn’t know…the window is too dirty.

The Mental window is your third eye. The one the Buddhists use to have tantric sex with your mind. That window is where we first saw a cross on our lawn, and a man nailed through it looking like he got fucked up worse than Bobby Brown fucks up Whitney. My mental window sees nothing; knows nothing; maybe is nothing. Supposedly, the wise man knows that he knows nothing. Am I a wise man or just empty headed? I can’t tell. The window is dirty.

Ideas usually spring forth from me; my muse seems to have left me. Maybe she went to Amsterdam, leaving me behind to deal with a slowly sobering situation: I am shit without her. I hope she comes back, and cleans my fucking window. If she doesn’t come back, will any of you clean my window? Just be random, have nice tits, and a great ass. Giving a quality backrub would also earn you a raise. Monetarily, and also from my pants. A writer needs a muse like Jesus needed the cross, like Moses needed the commandments, like David needed a slingshot.

C.S. Lewis is rolling in his grave right now. Mark Twain is laughing his fucking ass off though.

Ha Ha fuckers.

My window is dirty. I need a muse. Leave applications at www.myspace.com/negro4lifeent

Inspire me to hail your name to the heavens. Goodnight.

Alexandre (Ale-Shaun-Dre)

The Jesus Christ of Space Funk

and Leader of the Revolution

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So I’ve always been all about entertaining people… I was the class-clown even in elementary school… I started really acting on this urge to entertain in the past couple years and have had a ton of fun doing it.

anyway, here’s a clip of the first 1:00 I recorded: download it here I don’t know if I’ll use this, or use something drastically different, or what, but if you want to listen to it, download it above. I’ll get the audio-player thing hooked up on this site relatively soon, but for now that Download is your only option.

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