Mother fuckin’ poonani yeah! Shit doesn’t get much better then this! Sun on my back, wind in my face…all I need is some sperm and I’ll feel like a born again adolescent tween in my hay days.
Decided to go and head over to the Francis Ford Coppola bar to get our mafia zone on. They say the Italian beer will make you feel some indigenous thoughts but it only made me want to pee every three seconds.
Special appearance of the night with the Hieroglyphics featuring Casual and Knobody
And the man, the myth…the legend. Second to Pacquiao, Q-Bert has to be the 2nd most famous Filipino out there. Dubbed the Hendrix of DJing, the dude is absolutely the best at his craft…and he represents Daily City of all places.
I called it before the day started. Like always, rappers always perform fashionably later than expected. What was supposed to be midnight showing almost turned into a 1am start time.
One thing I sure didn’t understand was the whole live band gig. They had a guitar player and the piano guy and the whole time, all you heard was the DJ throwing in the instrumentals.
Biggest disappointment of the night, but was to be expected…Fatlip was a no show. I wonder if history will repeat itself since Fatlip was pretty much responsible for the groups break up back in mid 90’s.
I’ve noticed something as of late. I think my creative senses have been dulled due to my recent soberness. I figure to just conduct an experiment since I am in the danger zone and spit some sweet soothing sounds from the bottom of my ass. I am like the Edgar Allan Poe of blogging. Quaff the Raven….”Kic-kaw niggah!”
I’ll stop in you in your tracks before you think of it…“You lying hypocrite fuck you! You said this is not for you!” Ok, I’ll be submissive to the butt-digger just this once. I’ve heard taking it up the poop-chute can be a self-righteous feeling when you are at your most vulnerable state, but the result usually leads to the participation of the rainbow parade and leather chaps.
I am starting to feel like Stedman. This nagging is starting to make me more compliant to things I don’t necessarily want to partake. I guess the holiest of holy’s doesn’t always refer to that Jesus character and can come in the from of a giant Chinese clitoris holding a Loui Vuitton purse that sounds like a 4 year old toddler. I get points though since this was an X-mas gift.
But thank god Wicked is perfect for numskulls like myself. A green witch, dude full of hay, red slippers and a talking cat to boot. Easier then shit…I kid you not. All talent and production aside, it puts a nice twist on a classic story about a bitch and a dumb ho getting caught up in a tornado.
One more thing. Don’t go out thinking this dude on the net told you to watch this and totally get your your hopes up. I mentioned this in the RENT post but the theater is for specific people. Watch the video below and if you don’t start to lactate within the first 30 seconds, just close this window up.
Without deliberately giving out the coordinates to my secret lair, I am conveniently located within blocks of the Yoshi’s jazz club on Fillmore St.
Fillmore St. bleeds music from the soul. I don’t think it has the same street cred as say Chicago, but the feelings and passions are pretty much the same.
Coming into the show, I had lost faith in the Blackstar camp mostly through seeing two bad performances from the Mighty Mos Def. I would say as far as star power is concerned, Mos should rank higher then his brethren brothers Kweli and Hi-Tek. I mean the guy did after all do a movie with Marky-Mark and Charlize Theron in Italian Job….but after seeing Kweli’s performance with Idle Warship, I think he just bumped him off the pedestal.
Kweli is good for a couple of reason. One of the most important things in a live performance is creating a relationship with your audience, even within only a 2 hour time span. Kweli took control of the show but made sure it wasn’t a straight shot experience. I want to say him talking about some dude shitting on his performance on Twitter was only something that we saw, but maybe I could be wrong.
It also helps that you have a pretty good range of songs to get yo damn hands up. I have a pretty hard gripe on hip-hop shows for this very reason. Some of my favorite hip-hop songs have been disasters live on stage due to the song’s impact not being necessarily appropriate for a live audience. Not to attacking Mos Def again but Umi Say is a pretty boring song to hear live, but on the Bart train to work it can be kind of uplifting to hear.
And throw me a late pass on Res and Graph Nobel. I never really heard of these chicks but I hope Idle Warship produces more star power for the two. Their voices don’t resonate but they compliment each other as a trio doubling up as MCees and singers. Think Fergie but with more talent and a cuter face.
Good to know that some of the rappers that I listened to in college are still doing there thing in this industry. Overall the show was good and most important, it didn’t put a dent in my pocket.
As if I deserved this at all. I was graciously given this lens as a late gift for my birthday. For the people that know, this piece of shit is one of the hardest lenses to get on the market for a Nikon. I have frequently tried with no luck at all….but I guess someone wanted more then I did. Hopefully this will get me out of my fisheye photo rut. Seriously….thanks.
