Reinventing the Vinyl WheelYour palms sweat heavily as you approach the stage. There's a twitch, a solitary twinge of excitement racing through your veins and ready to explode from the tips of your fingers onto the vinyl that awaits you. The lights flicker and flash and the crowd roars as you make your entrance. You deftly weave between songs and paradoxical rhythmic patterns, cross-fading between sultry sirens and heard edged break beats. You match the intensity of the crowd with every pull of the record, every scratch rivaled by their increased volume. Read More...

Previously unaffected by the hype machine's whistles and bells for DJ Hero other than a passing "hrmph," they finally have said enough to pique my interest.  DJ Jazzy Jeff was my first foray into listening to a real turntablist.  Many are only familiar with his work on "Parents Just Don't Understand" or him getting thrown out of the Banks' home on The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air.  When I first received He's the DJ, I'm the Rapper, I assumed that "Parents..." and "Nightmare on My Street" were all that I would listen to this album. Read More...