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SNEAKER FIENDS UNITE!

Wednesday, March 11th, 2009

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The above photo comes from the Sneaker Fiends Unite Florida panhandle president NERDITRY. The economy might be too fucked the fuck up for CD’s and plasma television screens but I will be dead and buried before I let some recession stop me from getting my $40 score right.

That is the plan for this weekend Sneaker Fiends. Unite with DP, and the Mighty Healthy spokesmodel 40 DIESEL as we take our game to some yet untested venues in Spanish Harlem and in the Bronx. We’ve even decided to push the meet up time back to 1:30pm for all of you daylight savings timers (read: me).

Grand Central Station Great Hall (center info booth)
03.14.09.
1:30pm

*ladies are always welcome*

Go Dru-Ha, It’s Ya’ Berfday!

Wednesday, March 11th, 2009

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Boot Camp Clik’s co-founder DRU HA is celebrating his birthday tonight at Club Sutra (10pm – 1st Street & 1st Ave). This should be a nice little underground jumpoff filled with Hip-Hop celebs and internets celebs.

Boot Camp Clik is another year older and still no worse for the wear and tear. How many other rap collectives can boast that track record since their inception? The correct answer is none.

My homey TERRENCE ELENTENY made this video during the ‘Return To The Classics’ show that Black Moon and Smif-N-Wessun performed at. TERRENCE’s video is fucking sharp as hell and I think he caught the essence of what Boot Camp Clik’s music means to the Hip-Hop movement.


A Tribute To The Classics from Terrence on Vimeo.

The Last American Virgin…

Tuesday, March 10th, 2009

virgin stores

The immaculate consumption is coming to an end.

Don’t you folks feel a little nervous about the news that there won’t be any more virgin stores here in the U.S.?

The main reason the terrorists hate us is because we have virgin stores where we buy our virgins. People living in Arabia and other places usually have to undergo a horrific death in order to get to see some virgins.

We’ll be losing more than just a retail outlet when the virgins stores are shuttered later this year. We’ll be losing a place for virgins, as well as nerds, geeks, dweebs and freaks to commune in their all black gothic gear or their multi-colored skinny jeans.

Where will all the virgins with pierced lower lips and tattoo sleeves get together to listen to Kings Of Leon? BTW, copp that!

So much of our identity as Americans is wrapped up around our consumption of the things that entertain us. I’m lucky enough to live in an area where I can go to a huge library or museum or even an off-Broadway performance to satisfy my need to commune with others, but for those of you living in regions that are lacking the cultural communal options that I have you may just be forced to following the arabic method of getting yourself next to some virgins.

In America, the big box store is our temple of consume, our mosque to marketing, our church of cha-ching.

The mall is our cathedral to commerce.

Fuck you sons of BERNARD MADOFF for snitching on the golden calf.

Ain’t No Love In The Heart Of The City…

Tuesday, March 10th, 2009

heartbreak city

I have been pretty mopey as of late. I’m not feeling my life right now. I need to make a change. Or maybe I need to stop drinking so much Mountain Dew blue. I could be having the pitts from the dropoff when I’m not drinking my Mountain Dew. My weight isn’t really my problem though, my blood sugar is my demon.

Sometimes I dip into low blood sugar comas. Just very brief dopefiend nod offs. When I wake up after the few seconds of shut down my feet and hands hurt. This means that my blood isn’t moving through my body. What’s ironic is that I have always imagined that I woulds be a kick ass cyborg. We’ll see how that shakes out since I’m definitely gonna have to get some limbs amputated soon.

I’m gonna try to figure my shit out. In the meantime and in between time you can watch this faces of death type video that I made while traveling around NYC. I don’t know who dude was on the ground but he looked pretty much 5000. The cops were giving it their best though. Salute to those police that fought the good fight.

The god appeared to be on his way to work. He wasn’t looking like the homeless people that occupy the subways now on the regulack. I imagine he was on his way to work just like my dad was on his way to the 9-2-5 when he had his heart attack. The pain on his face was apparent too. This life sucks for working class poor people.


To Live And Die In NYC from dallas penn on Vimeo.

I Get High With A Little Help From My Friends…

Friday, March 6th, 2009

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And I get into HighLine Ballroom with an assist from my dudes the Ruffian, Blagavelli and Shamz-OKP.

I ran into Shamz yesterday afterwork. He had a shorty to link up with, and boy did he?!? More on the exploits of OkayPlayer’s very own Shamz later in this drop. The buzz tonight was for my main negro on the treegrow RONI the Ruffian to celebrate his 30th bornday, and the Roots to inaugurate their weekly residency at the HighLine Ballroom.

The Roots are about to revive Hip-Hop and rap music in the only way they know how. They come and tear the roof off the mothersucker. What hyperbole hasn’t been written about the Roots? Maybe the fact that Black Thought survived in the ocean from Haiti to Florida for almost two weeks with nothing more than a lit blunt and a package of Skittles. That shit is true. I saw it on Vh-1 storytellers.

The Roots are still the Roots and they are still earnest musicians who play their instruments like they mean this shit. If you have the chance to see them anywhere and the $10 that it costs at the HighLine Ballroom are too much for your blood… The Roots are sure to do a park jam somewhere this summer. Secretly, I think the name the Roots is missing a letter – ‘B’. These dudes play so much of the time I think the Roots might really be the RoBots. These dudes had themselves cloned years ago and that is how they can do concerts and work around the clock. No one works as hard as the legendary do.

The Roots residency at the HighLine Ballroom will most definitely be a legendary gathering. Emphasis on the Mos Def part. This harkens back to the days of the Roots jamming at a little space in TriBeCa called the Wetlands. Those were the best days of my life. These are the new best days of our lives. Celebrate the soundtrack of your life with the Roots as the backing band. You will thank me for this advice later on.