>> ^RedSky:
I still can't figure out either a developer or distributor motive for the move to remove dedicated servers/mods.
They're not saving money, the features are clearly already in there since they were unlocked with a hack. It's not like it makes sense to set a precedent for future games either, may as well start it with a game where you don't even consider developing mod/dedicated server support.
It's not like this somehow enables them to charge for DLC whereas otherwise they couldn't. They easily could have done so anyway, because even PC gamers would likely pay for well made content no matter how discontent they are with the decision to charge. It's not like mod support somehow changes this dramatically.
The idea that IW want to restrict balancing and various adjustments that competitive mod makers made is plausible but still comes off as ridiculous considering they have never really made an effort to be competitive friendly and must surely know that people playing competitevely will never settle for the like of AI controlled choppers and air strikes in their game.



they did it with this game because it allows them to more fairly (easily) implement the level and weapon unlock system. (MWF2 is clearly a console game designed around many aspects of console gaming and what the core fps console gamer wants) ( you could design a level up and wepon system that worked on dedicated servers but this is a console game and its cheaper to have users host the games so why bother paying for servers when you can force that on the users)

also the whole non dedicated game lobby server method works well for console games allowing people to jump into a multilayer game quickly without having to do any looking for servers. (console gamers want quick gratification of a reasonable stranded nor necaserally game play that pushes the art form forwards)

I do however think it is just cheep of them not to provide the servers themselves so that users are not hosting them , like how Dice dose it with bf 1943, they host the games but you just jump into them through a quick join system.


I think in general the quick join non dedicated option works well for console games. the reason why they don't work for pc games is this.

1) pc gamers want more sophisticated game play and expects mods and additional content
2) pc gamers normally expects multilayer with 20+ people avrage home internet cannot cope with this
3) pc gamers are all running different kit and require the host to provide a bass line and administratoin to remove hacks cheets and ping advantage (for a host)
4) pc gamers like a solid fixed location that they can go to for the exsperance they want from a game different servers are like different pubs accentually they all sell the same thing but the music setting and bar staff are different.
5) pc gamers use external software with there games for voice (joining games with friends in) and aquiring mod and map content, pc gamers dont like to be forced to use the process that the developer or publisher is inforcing as in most casses its shit compared to a specifcly made alternative.


in the end a PC is OPEN games platform games have to be developed for them with this in mind
console games are a CLOSED platform and there for you develop them specifcly to capatalize on the aspects of that closed platform.

the reasoning why developers simply port the shit over to pc is a) its less effort / risk than designing something that works for pc b) console architecture is much closer to pc than it used to be c) the profits derived from pc are considered a bonus they don't really give a shit due to the profits that can be derived from the console. why bother wasting time doing a decent pc port when you could have the same team of people work on DLC / new games and earn just as much money at almost no risk.

*1sttube *blues & roots

"Self-taught and having no knowledge of conventional guitar tunings (e.g. standard 'EADGBE' tuning or any established open tunings), Cotten developed her own original style. Her approach to left-handed guitar playing involved keeping the guitar in standard tuning but holding it upside down. This position required her to play the bass lines with her fingers and the melody with her thumb. Her signature, alternating bass style has become known as "Cotten picking"."

[wind noises]

If I could sample the wind, I would loop it

And let my life poem flow over its sacred beats.

Using Kilimanjaro as my djembe I would drum rainbows out of the moonlight and use them as hooks in between verses; verses of little girls spinning ropes in opposite directions, waiting for an opening to jump in.

As the world turns, double dutch, I jump, double time over oceans and back; the water waves and I wave back.

Rippling echoes of "sunshii-ii-iine" - folks get ground in the "sunshii-ii-iine."

But the lightning flaaash three times and its time for the chorus which includes corn bread, candy yams, and all that good stuff, which black folks on Saturn are made of.

As we approach the second verse the roots of trees are plucked from bass lines, which resonate and shake the earth -- devastating everything that's not built in harmony in it.

The second verse is a journey through the ruins of ruined souls; that valued all that was nothing, and nothing of the all-knowing ever flowing wind - which is the undercurrent of this current blowing, the funky drummer from here to eternity.

But even as ruined souls backspin, the wind mills forward and rocks steady 'till the sun hits the fader and the chorus kicks in; then the moon yells "Go!" and we all backspin -- ZULU! As the moonlight shines true blue silvery indigo light my spirit takes flight - because the moonlight is my indigo; indigo ON, to the break of dawn, I rock rock steady steady 'till the early morn, word is bond I'm talking about seeing your nature in nature innate in your nature - New York states of mind did not create ya.

Not until you listen to Rakim on a rocky mountain top have you heard hip-hop.

Extract the urban element that created it and let an open wide countryside let us illustrate it.

Riding in a freight train listening to Coltrane and my reality went insane and I think I saw Jesus; he was playing hop-scotch with Betty Carter who was cursing him out in a scat-like-gibberish for not saying "Butterfingers."

And like the grains of sand, like the seeds of time, the pains of Man, the frames of mind which built these frames which is the structure of my urban superstructure. The trains and planes can corrupt and obstruct your train of thought so that you forget how to walk through the woods which ain't good, 'cause if you never walked through the trees listening to 'Nobody Beats The Biz' you ain't never heard hip-hop.. and you don't stop, and you don't stop, and you don't...

STOP lettin' cities define you, confine you to that which is cement and brick.

We are not a hard peoples, our domes have been crowned with the likes of steeples. That which is our being soars with the eagles, and the Jonathon Livingston seagulls - Yes - I got wings, you got wings, we all got to got wings!

So let's widen the circumference of our nest, and escape this urban incubator -

You see, the wind plays the world like an instrument; blows through trees like flutes but trees don't grow in cement. And as heartbeats bring percussion, fallen trees bring repercussions; cities play upon our souls like broken drums, we drum the essence of creation from city slums - but city slums mute our drums and our drums become humdrum, 'cause city slums have never been where our drums are from - just the place where our daughters and sons become, off-beat heartbeats, slaves to city streets, where hearts get broken and heart beats stop - broken heart beats become break beats for niggas to rhyme on top, but they rhyme about... NOTHIN'.

You don't got nothin' to rhyme about 'cause you've never seen the moon, your styles can't be universal if you're not in tune, with the... [wind noises]

1. Journey - Good Morning Girl

2. The Cure - Disintegration
Stopped to listen to this one all the way through, even though I usually just write down the track name and skip on with these things.

3. Talking Heads - Girls Want to Be with the Girls
Haha, had to listen to this one too.

4. the pillows - Beehive
Live version ripped from the bonus DVD of their latest live concert release, Blue Song With Blue Poppies. They actually stopped in the middle of the song because Sawao forgot the lyrics, then started fresh and rocked it really hard. Wish I could have seen this show.

5. ELLEGARDEN - Surfrider Association
Opening track from BRING YOUR OWN BOARD!! Love these guys. They sound like typical pop punk at a quick listen sometimes, but if you actually give a whole album a chance, you realize that they're fantastic musicians and a huge cut above the drudge that fills up their genre.

6. Pavement - Elevate Me Later
I actually haven't ever paid attention to this track before, but I really love the intro.

7. Ling Tosite Sigure - 鮮やかな殺人 (The Vivid Murderer)
Self-produced demo take, hell fucking yes. Raging, screeching Telecaster guitar solo, rumbling bass lines, and a huge range of dynamics.

8. ART-SCHOOL - LOST IN THE AIR (Tony Doogan mix)
Fan-fucking-tastic song. This mix has more presence to the bass guitar than the original, which creates for a much more atmospheric song. I like very much.

9. GING NANG BOYZ - 駆け抜けて性春 (The Youth Running Past)
God I love this song. Crazy but catchy Japanese punk rock. They record all of their instruments at one go in the studio rather than layering it instrument by instrument, giving a raw, live sound to all their recordings. I wish all rock musicians did this.

10. People in the Box - Paper Trip
Great song, off my favorite album by them.

Niggas got me steamin, bout to flip my lid
Fuck around, and I proceed to blow your back out, kid
(Boom!) Not to say I'm on a violent tip
But my hand stays on my gun, in case you start some shit
Cause I been rhymin since way back when
Straight up and from the heart is how it's always been
Now punk niggas wanna test me
But all that tiggedy-tiggedy tongue-twistin shit don't impress me
It's just a phase, and you know damn well
That you'll fall off in a minute, cause that shit don't sell
Funny how you think you could surpass me, or outlast me
With that bullshit style, you're fallin fast, gee
See, I suggest you go back where you came from
(Your mic, and my mic) Come on, don't play, son
See, the days of payin dues is over
I'm a little fed up, and it's time that I show ya
We battle one time, you're dead, no sequel
(Your mic, and my mic - come on yo, no equal) --> Q-Tip

The wiggedy-wicked Psycho Les drops it like a lunatic
Steady back-breakin bitches with my super dick
Hat's on the jim, sometimes I nut in em
St. Ides fucks up their eyes, and I bend em
Down, while I'm flowin to this nutty sound
Open up the knapsack, check out what we found
H-h-horns, bass, lines
Beats get chopped in the Nut Shop, we don't waste time
Yo, I'm 'cold lampin' like Flavor
Floatin at the top while you're sick, and 'nothin can save ya'
Just like the Biz said
Remember - uugh! - styles I drop to be, what is it?
(The shizzit) Word to your mama
I bend your girl like a comma
Due to Lambada, I think I gotta
Stop, because the bitch said, "(???)"
So I nutted, and I got out
(Boom!) No matter how hot you claim to be, you can't roast this
Nut, what's up? You wanna get eaten up like a hostess?
'Cup', 'cake', you know my words are lethal
(Your mic, and my mic - come on yo, no equal)

Every line I connect, my literature's perfect
Per minute, per second, and yo, you gotta reck-
On with Fashion, cause by the way I'm rippin things
Whoever thinks I take a loss has hamstrings
Young dames, I shoot em and Jimmy aims to knock her
Sex with this flex, best thing tends to lock up
Yeah, really bad ass, smokin past you niggas
The chicks I stick shit with, I love your figures
Triggers, I pull em with no remorse for bodies
Fash pumps the hotties, chumps pump with shoties
Shoot em up, bang-bang! Miss targets rarely
Mics I touch up, I fucks em daily
Barely another who can test the cool Fash
Asses I kick in the ashes, dumpin trashes
So don't riff, cause I flow swift like the Nile, son
Tame is for plain Jane fame, I'm a wild one
Auto-matic-ly I let loose the
Fierce MC-i-n-g force in me
Cool Fash, sendin a blast to rap people
(Your mic, and my mic - come on yo, no equal)

Awesome post. I really like the role the bass plays in Dubstep, great bass lines and bass drops I can recommend Dubstep Allstars vol 5. also has the Benga & Coki videoclip at the top on the album.

Feel the music
Son, we got you programmed like a beat
When I press snare, yo, guard your grill
Press kick, you move your feet
You can’t compete
I got my hydrants parked on every street
I’m federal, nigga, son of sun
Come close and feel the heat
I am the streets
The white lines only separate me from me
You hydroplane in false gods name and still crash into me
Sign and tree, mountainside, guardrail, into the sea
They thought they stole you from my arms then carried you to me
Here’s the key
DNA encoded in a beat
White rocks in a vial, nigga, ain’t got nuthin’ on me
Bitch I’m free
Ask these editors at MTV
Far as they know they’re publishing some new school poetry
Let it be
‘Cause even that will do to turn the key
Doorways into other worlds
The truth shall set you free
You are me, I am you, but also I am he
Shepherd of a bastard flock that grazes in the streets
Feel the beat, nod your head
Lean back, yo, touch your feet
Let me see you pop that thang right there girl in your seat
Feel the heat
Count this page amongst your whitest sheets
Comfort in my every word
Slide under, countless sheep

Hail Mary, Mother of God
Got the whole host of angels shuffling in my iPod
Niggas learned to raise their voices when I lowered my rod
Staff of Moses, Pharaoh knows this
Son, my word is my bond
Tune my heart with mind
Speak my nature, divine
Callin' shit into existence back in '79
With the future in my pocket tightly gripped like a 9
Keep my finger on the trigger waiting for the right time
Ancient niggas align
Path of Cosmic Design
Blood of kings ‘cause Saturn’s rings don’t need no diamonds to shine
Yes, the reason for the season
Ornamented divine
Coded language of the mystics with my fist in the sky

Keep your head up
We represent The Real, my nigga, dead up
Book of the Dead, history bled
This nigga fed up
Led us to despair, some into prayer, and they won’t let up
until they got us worshipping them false gods instead of
The Realness
God of the streets, my niggas feel this
We nod our heads and worship through beats
Go ahead and kneel
It’s the love that makes the cipher complete
And it’d displayed through the way the bass line marries the beat

Hail Mary, Mother of God
Got the whole host of angels shuffling in my iPod
Niggas learned to raise their voices when I lowered my rod
Staff of Moses, Pharaoh knows this
Son, my word is my bond
Tune my heart with mind
Speak my nature, divine
Callin' shit into existence back in '79
With the future in my pocket tightly gripped like a 9
Keep my finger on the trigger waiting for the right time
Ancient niggas align
Path of Cosmic Design
Blood of kings ‘cause Saturn’s rings don’t need no diamonds to shine
Yes, the reason for the season
Ornamented divine.
Coded language of the mystics with my fist in the sky

Keep your head up

Funky bass line.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, c'mon, uh, to the westside, yeah, c'mon, to the
eastside,
c'mon c'mon, to the northside, yeah Fat Joe in the house, to the
southside,
Whiz
One in the house, to my man Showbiz in the house, huh, aiiiyo bust
it...
Ya see I skip to my loo like Napolean at Waterloo
My name is Diamond D, tell ya what I'm gonna do
I dip and I dab like a Mike Tyson jab
Even though there's flab I possess the gift of gab
I shoot it like a jammy-in
Girls, get the panty-ins
Even wit a fanny and I might win a Grammy-in
Maybe I won't so I'll chill like the pope
See I'll neva mope 'cause ya know my shit is dope
Like Columbian fish scale, ask my man Ishmael
(Diamond D got props like a cop) aaahhhh
Or betta yet DT 'cause brothas can't see me
Even ya girl says ya got a small wee wee
Now ya wanna go upside her head (What you talkin bout!!!)
Then you feel intimidated by the things she said (Yo chill!!)
Don't worry bout it 'cause I paid her back, (you know I)
Took her to the rest then I laid her back
I go on and on like popcorn
Wit da butter, aiiiyaayyaayyayo
I used to stutter
But I fall on track-in, some may say I'm wack-in
Fact, but in fact, I'm not any of that black
See I'm the best kept secret
So shut da fuck up and peep it

Cock d, ***trees in forests???***
Rapper tries ta 'cause I crush da muthafucka!!

Yeah, 'cause I'm the best kept secret
So shut the fuck up and peep it
Ya see I write my own rhymes, produce my own shit
Yeah boy, I ain't the one ta fuck wit (nope)
I'll take a beat and I'll flip it
Wit so much flava, niggaz wanna sip it
But that's cool 'cause they know I got skills
Let me demonstrate I you will, ahem
Rock is my man and
So is Dapper Dan and
I'll shake a hand and
Don't try ta flam
Or front like a stunt who wants the cunt
I only hit grand slams, neva will I bunt
Bases are loaded, bottom of the ninth
I step to the plate 'cause I know my shit is great
I can't walk down a street
(Aiiyo Diamond, can you make me a beat)
Ya gotta have cheese
About a couple o' g's, huh
But if I know ya, I might just throw ya
A li'l somethin on the side troop
A funky bass line and a hype loop
I got a thousand old records in my crib
I used to hustle but I neva did a bid
Some people call me Jo Jo
I keep a low pro
Non-stop props, so act like you know bro
Pass me a mic and I'mma keep it
Yeah boy, I'm the best kept secret

Yo, I'm deadlier than Michael Myers
My style will embrace you like a pair of pliers
But don't sweat it G, why don't'cha let it be
'Cause Diamond D is a pedigree
In other words I'm official
I neva go out like a wet piece of tissue
Ruff and rugged
Stronger than Bounty
New York is the city, Bronx is the county
Learn from the best so the rest just fest
Now I'm gettin booked at the Philmore West
Or either in the village so kill it skillet
Ya ask ya'self
Will it eva cease?
'Cause Diamond's sharp as a crease
I only use bees wax, I'll neva use grease
On my dreads but instead if you want some kicks
Step to the mic I'm an 8 to 1 pick
You reap what you sow and I can reap it
Yo I'm the best kept secret

wicked bass line

Awesome. Chris Novaselic is a goofy bastard. But I love him and his simple bass lines.

Bass line rocks my speakers like no other, gotta love that beat.

Love Interpol, especially the bass player: amazing bass lines in tunes like Obstacle 1 (my fav) and Slow Hands. Amazing.

Very nice, I like the way he accompanies himself with a bass line in that "harp" part.

The bass line alone warrants an upvote. Makes me want to go get out all my old records. K-tel and the Shoeshine Band, Captain and Toenail,... all the greats.