Things to Do in Detroit, CYDI?!

19 04 2010

Here are a list of places of the top of my head that will help you have a great time in Detroit:

5 Elements Gallery

Volt in the Renaissance Center


Detroit CYDI reinvented the Rick-Roll

27 02 2010

(If you don’t know what a RICKROLL is , go here first The RickRoll is not sushi…Or is it? )

So we had a show at the Vernor Room in the Croofoot….It was amazing. We shared the stage with Doc Waffles, SelfSays, and a score of dope improvisational comedic actors…Detroit CYDI got to perform in front of a bunch of new folks, we got to laugh, and we also got to do some freestyles for the crowd. It was really cool getting to see the Improv comics doing their own freestyling…I have a lot of respect for any art that demands that you fly by the seat of your pants, while skillfully adapting to the situation. Speaking of respect….DOC WAFFLES……This man is BEASTLY….He did the greatest freestyle about various Detroit Tigers Baseball legends…The premise was this…You call out the name of a Tigers baseball legend and he then freestyles about them being on Meth….Greatest ever…Also, Sean Uppercut suggested that we Rick-Roll Rufio Jones at the show….So MY evil plan was to turn the tables….I decided that Mr. Uppercut would be the victim of that sweet blue-eyed soul….So we’re performing the song, and it gets to the part where Sean thinks that Ruf is gonna get RR’d BUT things proceed as normal. He gives me a funny look and we continue. So it gets to the part where Sean is supposed to rhyme and that all too familiar intro interrupts. The crowd recognizes it and everybody is singing Rick Astley’s “Never Gonna Give You Up”. Great moment. Anyways, that was only the tip of the iceberg…I can’t share it all but we should have some video soon….Stay tuned 🙂

– Illingsworth Out ****Walks out of the nearest window and falls UP****

***UPDATE*** Detroit CYDI Rick-Roll Video….

The Rhyming Dictionary One-Year Anniversary. Can You Dig It?

25 10 2009

Extra-balling TRD cover, photo by Jason Matthews
Photo by Jason Matthews of

If you aren’t familiar, we are Detroit CYDI. Our most-mighty members include Doctor Illingsworth, Sean Uppercut, and Rufio Jones. We released a little collection of jingles by the name of The Rhyming Dictionary or TRD, for short, on December 25th of 2008 ( , Get it if you don’t got it). It featured production by myself, Illingsworth, and Mr. Erik L of Sweden (Erik L on Myspace or Erik L on Twitter). Welp, we’ve been grinding it out in the time in between, doing shows, meeting great people, connecting with all kinds of fantastic artists, and just generally having a ball. But the time is fastly approaching to hit you with something AGAIN. So check it, December 25th of 2009, we’ll be hitting you with The Rhyming Thesaurus, a special remix project, celebrating the ONE YEAR ANNIVERSARY of TRD featuring some of the excellent work of people we’ve been able to build with in this time of progression. So stay tuned and we’ll keep you posted with our latest exploits and upcoming craziness. Follow us on twitter, Detroit CYDI on Twitter , Illingsworth on Twitter , Rufio Jones on Twitter , and Sean Uppercut on Twitter , OR, if you’re a Facebook Purist, Detroit CYDI on Facebook

Extra-balling TRT cover by Sean Anthony Mack of
Extra-balling TRT cover by Sean Anthony Mack of

Can You Dig It? = CYDI

***ILLINGSWORTH flies off in Ironman Suit***

The Malboro Monkey by Jamal

8 07 2009

*Had to post this poem written by our boy, Mal, because it’s better than everything any of us has ever read*

I first saw him in magazine ads:
chiseled face + handlebar mustache + a thousand yard stare=badass.
Often, two smiling, beautiful people would be to his side,
connected to his coolness, validated by his sophistication.
I couldn’t wait to have one.

An adjustment period comes with having a pet-
sacrifices must be made.
People say things like, “I never figured him for a monkey person…”
and you become part of the pet owner’s subculture.
He stinks up the house a bit, but I never have to lay down newspaper.
Like I said, sacrifices must be made.

We soon develop a symbiotic relationship:
When I wake up, he is next to me…
I pick him up after every meal…
I take him for walks on my break from work…
Ozzie & Harriet…
Michael & Bubbles…
Frankie Beverly & Maze-
“We are One”.

Anyhow, eleven years pass and he gets huge.
It becomes harder to carry him the less I think of it.
He develops a penchant for climbing skyscrapers,
a proclivity towards abducting white women,
but he is always there for me.

I wouldn’t call him high maintenance
but caring for a silver-back gorilla can be expensive.
Nonetheless, he is well-fed;
the money I spend is Chiquita.
I kiss his butt, sure…everyone that knows him does.

I am going to get rid of him
and it will break my heart…
we’ve been through a lot together.
You can’t take a gorilla to the pound
and they won’t read Dear John letters,
but something must be done.
If I don’t kill him
sooner or later, he will kill me…
he is a wild animal after all.

No pet should be as dangerous as its owner.

Sharpie Lamborghini

19 05 2009

Sean Uppercut likes fast cars. Sean Uppercut likes art. After I saw the combination of these two, my torso twisted around like an old He-Man action figure. An oldie but goodie.

a lamborghini. All. Covered. In. Sharpie. Marker.


more pics at:

– sean upp and at’em

CYDI Slang Dictionary: Entry 1

12 05 2009

Welcome, and thank you for reading the first entry into the CYDI Slang Dictionary.


This word has been around for a good while, but, for what ever reason, is the IT shit to have right now. The number of times you hear the word in any given hour on an urban radio station is abhorrent. The thing about swagger is (and feel free to disagree with me) it is something you are supposed to exude. Swagger is supposed to ooze from your pores. It is something you are supposed to walk…not talk. Yet all you hear is “No one on the corner has swagger like us” this and “My swagger is Mick Jagger” that.

With that being the case, we have created a new…how should I put this…orientation for these unnecessarily boisterous peter-puffers: Swaggots.

Swaggot (n): 1. a person, most likely an African-American male with delusions of grandeur, that will declare his ownership of unquantifiable amounts of swagger to anyone that will listen; therein actually disqualifying said swagger.
2. asshole.

Please return soon for the next installment.

Feed Popeye’s Chicken to ‘Yah Enemieeeeeeees

7 05 2009

Anything that makes people act like this is pure EVIL.

Ahhh…Popeye’s Chicken. Those cajun-fried chicken slangin, butter biscuit baking, non-spinach having bastards. Popeye’s is made of unspecified bird, cajun spices, trans fats, and the main ingredient:

Raw. Uncut. Laziness.

How a food item can be filled with a behavior is beyond me. But I guarantee this. If even a morsel of Popeye’s gets into your system, NOTHING will get accomplished until [re: if ] you wake up the next day.


In the middle of a writing session, detroit CYDI went to Popeye’s to snatch up some vittles. We were coming off an hour so productive and creative, it would make Diddy look like (insert rapper that was hot two years ago). Upon eating this “food”, however, our productivity was dropped to the level of (insert rapper that was hot three years ago). How a 3 pc combo meal could uncreativatize the legendary detroit CYDI crew confused me…until we then realized the plan:

Popeye’s chicken is a conspiracy again anyone trying to achieve any level of success.

Rival team about to win the NBA championship? Send them boxes of strips and biscuits.

Over-achieving classmate ‘ucking up the curve? Slip some chicken into their starbucks.

Wack rapper that wont stfu? Hit ’em with the 8 pieces for $5 meal deal.

Popeye’s makes you lazy, hate-filled, and unproductive. The three main traits of a fucking hater ass wack rapper, detroit CYDI’s arch enemy. So here’s the plan. Let’s feed wack rappers Popeye’s Chicken. They’ll get so grease filled that they won’t be able to do anything. Wonder why rap music got so wack? Zactly. Cause Popeye’s is JUMPIN now. After eating this poison, the only rapping one could do is to mumble two word phrases that describe their slothy state.

i.e. “shirt off”, “stanky leg”, “my left arm is numb”

Popeye’s chicken is marketed to the poor, the widows, and the fatherless in order to keep them that way. It is a C-O-N-spiracy.

i won’t even front though, that shit was DELICIOUS.

– a sean uppercut psa.