The Legend of the Cob: The first of seven installments- It all started about 2 years ago, twas a wonderful day in the majestical land of the school cafeteria. We had corn cobs for lunch. I don't eat corn cobs. My friend and fellow MC Dirty D decided to collect over 100 corn cobs and stack them on a tray and give them back to the lunch ladies. We did that. The lunch ladies, by now wondering who left them 550 lbs of corn to dispose of were angry. It was not long before the word reached the street that it was none other than I and Dirty Dizzle. We were forced to help rid the cafeteria of the vile cobs, but not before being introduced to the lunch room and everyone in it as the corn boys,we recieved and standing ovaccion. This is only the half of the legend. Later in the week i recieved a notebook from an army recruiter with a holographing cover that made a scratching sound when rubbed, a scratching almost like that of a trun table. From then on DJ corn cob has been shiting beats like a fat ass after a bean burrito.

Do I play live, what kind of question is that computer, freestyling in the mean streets is where is started. I will perform any time and place, sucka MC's will recieve disgrace. The best moment in my career was when i found my first corn cob, though a little rough around the edges it turned into what is now an international icon and is watched by 3 gaurds at the Smithsonian.

Personally I am all up for it, DJ corn cob is a multiguywithalotofmoneyaire, and he need not worry with a few pirated songs here and there from ungrateful internet pirating pirate-like bastard. DJ corn cob is about giving back to the children who made the cob what he is today, therefore I have established several charities such as Feed the Children(Corn Cobs), Save the Cobs, and The Funding Foundation of Widowed Pimps From Their Crack Whore Being Shot For A Sandwich Institute.

Well, The Cob has turned away many multi million dollar contracts, but I guess he would go back to the roots of his golden years. I mostly do cream corn commercials now and corn flakes. Take that Tony the Tiger.

The ispirational lyrics you hear in the music of DJ corn cob is all true, sadly is comes from my haunting memories of living in a grease trap out side of McDonalds. The odor was hardly barable. For 7 long years I though of nothing but french fries. The only thing that comfort me was my lowly corn cob and a piece of matted dog hair i found stuck to my sandals by the help of some gum. I took the gum and dog hair and put it on top of the corn cob and pretended it was an novelty action figurine. That is where most of the early records went down, in the grease trap. It was very crowded as one could image if ever you have seen what I am talking about. I lived off my own toe nails and drank the grease, doctor said I might have worms, but I just kept strumming that guitar and letting my voice ring out. Until one day a pelican from the ocean rescued me, he scopped me up into his mighty bill and took me to a land that was unfamiliar to me, he called it Iowa. It was there that I ment many of the people I was to collaborate with in the comming years. By this time I had already dropped 3 solo albums, Love that Cob, Corn Cob Cobbler with Ice Cream, and A Collection of Grease... in my hair. All of these albums did will in the U.S. and most of Europe, but Canada was still not seeing that Cob was for really real. That is when my new found MC friends and I went back to my roots and started laying down some of the phattest Northern Canadian Hip Hop joints this side of the Mason-Dixon, and now here we are internationally acredited. The first of the Northern Canadian Hip Hop albums,Oh, the What Sweetness this is, Ed?, couldn't be kept on the shelf. Now we tour about 295 days a year and with the last month release of Cobs Unlimited, or Another Greatest Hits Album Vol. 3 there are sure to be more good times to come.

Kevin, Derik, This guy that played the spoons once, This one band that I had a dream about, Elliot Smith, The Guatamalian Boomerang Band, and Shania Twain.

Kingston Canada, tis home to an old chum.

Mostly corn cobs and notebooks.

For information on DJ Corn Cob or to buy one of our many album please contact DJ Corn Cob at brad_04_37083@yahoo.com . Note to Cob Fans: look for DJ corn cob and the gang in the up comming weeks when VH1 does DJ Corn Cob: Behind the Music.