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Rap Music Needs Some New Blood…

Tuesday, August 4th, 2009

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Vampires are the hottest shit smoking right now. The HBO program True Blood is killing the television rating for its time slot. The ‘Twilight’ books have supplanted Harry Potter on the best seller lists and anything with a vampire theme is the sexy for corporate America.

Everybody hates Chris (Brown), but everybody loves Dracula. Zombies stay losing. Maybe because they have all those skin problems. Leprosy was never good for bagging bitches. Vampires have all the ill swag. Extra tight jeans. Silky blazers. Necklaces with embedded cocaine snifters.

I was pretty sure that KanYe West’s 808s & Heartbreaks would segue rap music into the age of hedonistic, well dressed, bloodsucking. I loved the album to death, and let’s be honest about vampires. That shit is gheyer than two men having sex.

Some dude choosing a man to live with him for all of eternity is the zenith of gheyosity. But at the end of the day if you look at the overall numbers the amopunt of ghey dudes with disposable income >>> greater than het breeders that make familes and shit. What do you think corporate America gives a fux about?

What rap music needs to do is take their cues from the fact that Jay-Z is dressing in all black again. By going vampire that will be the path for the rap music industry to court the ghey dollars without having to make Fisty Scent post the ghey Lloyd banks video on ThisIs50.com. NaS needs to name his next album Nasferatu.

I got charged into thinking about all of this vampire shit when I stopped by the XXL H.Q. Harris Publishing is now printing one of the freakiest comic titles from way back in my childhood. Vampirella was this cocktease vampire slut that was all about kicking the ass of bad vampires and demons and rapists and child abusers.

Vampirella was hot as fuck too. OMG I wanted to bang her so bad and she knew it. My dad wouldn’t let me buy these comics because he said it had some shit to do with devil worship. If you ask me, working for money is devil worship. I like it better when Harris pays me with premium alcohol. The power company doesn’t like that though (natch).

Now that I am old as shit and my dad has passed away and I write for Harris publishing, I will be reading as much Vampirella as I want and I will be occasionally touching myself in between issues. Vampires are fucking teh ghey, but a vampire chick with body karate that put the lotion on her hands can have my true blood any day of the week.

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SNEAKER FIENDS UNITE!

Monday, August 3rd, 2009

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As you must already know I am fond of naming my sneakers. Whatever their colorway evokes in my fanboy memory is what I will call the shoe. Sometimes I find out that the designers had the similar idea for their inspiration.

Anyhoo…

Nike has been retro releasing the Air Trainer III this summer in a nice variety of colorways and materials. I’ve been copping them at various retailers for less that 50% of the original MSRP.

The hunt is on for these two pairs I have pictured. I am calling them the Megatron and Cyclonus Air Trainer III’s.

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cyclonus

I think we are overdue for a Sneaker Fiends Unite! NYC tour. I’m excited to see what ‘Back 2 School’ pricepoints will be available.

How about Saturday 08.29.09?

TONY STARKS IS IRON MAN…

Friday, July 31st, 2009

ironman

I might be one of the luckiest dudes in the world. I didn’t have a ticket to the Ghostface + Red / Meth show going down here in NYC and it didn’t look good for me to come up on one either. I wanted to get into the 88 Keys, Asher Roth, Kid Cudi show at the same location and when I put my desires out there on the internets I only heard the sound of crickets. I reached out to Asher’s people and they didn’t have a single ticket for the kid either. There was no way I was gonna be able to finagle my way into this concert, especially since the industry has been buzzing about Raekwon and everyone knew he was in town and would cameo at this event.

Lo and behold, CARL CHERY hit me up on my new Blackberry and told me that he could hold me down for the show. Let me say this right here, CARL is a good dude, nullus. I didn’t really know fam from any of these other young industry cats when he came and took over from Eskay at the X-spot, and we kind of got familiar [ll] at some open bar industry party in a sneaker store. You never know though what people are about at those parties since everyone is drunk and looking to bag up something that smells good. The proof to me that CARL was the truth is when I wanted to quit the X-spot after I visited my sick mom in Atlanta.

Instead of letting me go off on my way son kept hitting me on the e-mail and the cellphone telling me that the slot here at the X-spot was gonna stay open for if and when I wanted to get back on the grizzly. Any other dude in this industry would have said fuck it, especially since CARL and I don’t have any history in the first place. He had no reason to be loyal to me other than the fact that he was just that type of person. I hope this guy gets all the rewards this business has waiting for him because 99.9% of the people you encounter in the industry are shitbags or junkies. Myself included. You don’t ever come across real dudes often enough so I salute that dude CARL CHERY.

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Tony Starks is one of the last real emcees alive. It has to be the situations that the Wu encountered when they first came out that has made these brothers so damn resilient and so special. It’s more than their talent that makes the Wu-Tang Clan the greatest rap collective of all time. It is their integrity to Hip-Hop. That might sound lofty and ridiculous but the Wu Tang never traded their popularity away for silly shit like clothing lines or liquor sponsorships. Yes asshats, I remember the Wu Wear brand, but that wasn’t being promoted by a single Wu artist as “their” clothing line. I’m talking about the silly shit that rappers do now to become entertainment company presidents and CEO’s and dungarees models. GTFOH!

The concert last night didn’t disappoint me. Redman and Method Man were the shit, but Ghostface tore the house down with the Raekwon cameo. Them two niggas is the peanut butter and jelly of rap music. You can grow up off their music. If I’ve seen anyone in the Wu perform the most it would have to be Ghost. He gets it in [ll] in all kinds of weather. Hardbody. From sneaker pimps shows to free ass outdoor festivals in Brooklyn. I would bet you any amount of money that Ghost would do a set for a senior citizen home. Thirty years from now that could be a reality too. It will be Ghost and his grandchildren opening up for some robots and extraterrestrials. Tony Starks G is still that futuristic.

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Putting The Pee In Politricks…

Thursday, July 30th, 2009

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^ Only in Africa could this beverage be better than water.

Yo, on the reals…

Eff the two douchebags visiting the president to come up on free beers. Neither of those dudes, Professor Gates or Sargeant Jim Crow deserve the honor. They are both douchebag bigots. Here’s my TWitter thread from 5am…

“Obama is a swagger jacker. I started the internets popularity of BYOB BBQ’s. Now Obama has a Bring Your Own Bigot beer party. Biter.”

“The cop is an authoritarian bigot. He thinks everyone should kneel down to police badge and gun [ll]. PrA’li a fag.”

“The professor is an intellectual bigot. He thinks everyone should respect his degrees and academic shit.”

“And let’s be absolutely 100 percent clear on this one fact. The professor and the police officer BOTH hate the SAME Blacks.”

“Lets not think that race doesn’t have a pretext in the discussion however. Most of us don’t get hung up on that issue though primarily.”

“Both parties were dewshs for different reasons. One, because he had a gun and the other because his uzi weighs a ton.”

“Lastly, their choices of beer sucked the ass that dewshbaggs only know how to suck. No Heinekin Darks or Negro Modelos for these asshats?”

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Don’t Quit Your Day Job…

Wednesday, July 29th, 2009

hail meg

A little remixing is going on today internets while I get myself together.

Yesterday, I was fortunate enough to get a chance to build with emcee par excellance Raekwon while he was in the studio with StreetLevel.com

That’s like the golden ticket to DisneyWorld.

I was part of the inaugural broadcast of Nah’Right Radio.

Slam Dunk.

Combat Jack gave the car a boost so I could make the home run to Freeport.

I just touched down.

Gonna need a minute to collect my thoughts and report back cogently.

Thank you for your patience.

hail meg