We hemmed and hawed about dropping this video.
What the fuck does Vh-1 even know about Hip-Hop?
Does Vh-1 even deserve our coverage of their event?
At the end of the day we discovered that it was, and will forever be so much bigger than just Hip-Hop.
Enjoy.
Yesterday’s marathon reminds me of what my dad called life. I was so busy trying to grow up in a hurry because I thought that life was a sprint. My dad told me that life was a marathon and that pacing myself would help me complete the race. It took me so long to understand what he was trying to tell me. I almost disqualified my damn self like my name was RYAN SHAY. I’m still standing though and thankful for all my dad’s lessons.
Life is long party people, but if you work hard and stay true to your principles you will be able to see the blessings of your labor. My dad passed away knowing that I had finally found a real woman to love me and not some high-heeled hoochie hussy (which incidentally are my favorite type of broads). He saw me buy my first home and he saw my professional accomplishments. In that regard he knew his work here was done. I still wish he were right here though because I still need his counseling some times and especially his tough love.
iNTERNETS CELEBRITIES is going to be that crack that you need in your life. If I have to start producing these videos by myself I will, but I don’t, so I won’t. My point is that I am so serious about taking the i.C. movement up to the next level in terms of creative content.
The idea has crossed my mind that you folks would respond to us if we promised you new content on a certain day by a certain time. That will be our next goal in order to make that step upwards. Steady content featuring RAFI and I going in on whatever the fuck we want.
DP Dot Com has to finish off 2007 stronger than ever. If the fourth quarter is the entertainment industry’s ‘put up or shut up’ time then I have to show you folks who the JOE MONTANA of this blog shit is. Not so much JOE when he joined the Chiefs, although there was that Monday night game in 1994 at Mile High Stadium. Hey, you get the point.
Randomosity: Remember TODD BLACKLEDGE?
There is a brand new DP Dot Com mixtape going out this week so keep an eye out for a package in your snail mail post office box.
Shouts to NERDITRY for the birthday gift. Shouts to big brother ERNIE PANNICIOLI for sending me his O.G. copy of the VANESSA WILLIAMS Penthouse premiere. Shouts to Kenya for being so effin’ hardbody every year.
Shouts to you for running with us.
What the hell is that sweet-like burning smell?!?!
Shout out to OhWord who told me to go in hard this weekend like as if I was trying to get into the ICU at Bellevue. Friday, Saturday and Sunday night are all jam packed like Superhead’s asscrack during the NBA All-Star break.
Shouts to Hip-Hop Karaoke NYC for setting Friday night off right with a Jack and Coke + some really good Hip-Hop music.
Freedom is still killing that grown man steez on Friday nights. They are at the Canal Room now and it has the feel of the old StarFoods jumpoff minus the shitbag security guards. If you are 30+ and you don’t live in your momma’s basement like me then I suggest you give Freedom Fridays your time. DJ Herbert is the most official chicken mcnugget-head deejay evar.
Biggest shout to 40 Diesel and the whole Mighty Healthy crew who had the bottle service and the carrot cake popping off at that nigga D’s birthday party. What is up with the Mighty Healthy x iNternets Celebrities t-shirts? What, do I need GhostFace to politic for these!?!
Yo, it’s 6 a.m. so I am about to look at some pr0n and then go to sleep so I can keep this shit rocking. I will get with y’all on the flapjack of this schmizzle (no Keyshia Cole nekkid tatones). Whatever that means.
Caption your own T.I. madness.
My name is Earl.
Nothing excites me more than the things that come from inside the human body. In this CSI episode we will try to figure out what caused the expulsion of so much nutritional proteins.
Closer inspection determines that this was probably a meal with chicken or turkey as the base and what appears to be some kind of red vegetable, possibly a habanero pepper or a tomato skin.
This event seems to have been caused by the victim’s choice of reading material.
‘Dirty Money’ by author ASHLEY JaQUAVIS. A jig lit classic along the lines of even the greatest CHESTER HIMES novels.
‘Scarface’ themed sneakers indicate that this victim lived the faux gansgter lifestyle head to toe.
This crime scene lends credence to the discussion that ‘Scarface’ is only favored by those without the good taste to appreciate quality PACINO films like ‘Dog Day Afternoon’.
This drop is brought to you by Colt 45.
GABEROCKKA would argue that he isn’t my weedcarrier, but he and EON of the everlasting zoot do carry that good green white boy weed.
DOUBLE DEUCE?!?!?! I blame Hip-Hop.
Me and GABE were fucking around[ll] in Brooklyn a few weekends ago hitting up all the spots in Crown Heights (now called Prospect Heights) and Fort Greene (now called Clinton Hill). Gentrifying real estate agents rename these neighborhoods so as to confuse people into thinking that they won’t get mugged when they walk down the street on a mental lunch break. Trust me folks, this is STILL Brooklyn. You will still get mugged. Please believe it.
Be that as it may, it doesn’t stop us from having a good time. DP x GABEROCKKA + Colt 45 + collie bud = Where the ladies at? If you’re hitting up these Brooklyn streets this weekend, here’s how I would rate the scene.
First stop: Brooklyn Museum of Art – First Saturdays is always filled with art whore cutie pies wearing high heels and sipping white wine. RICH MEDINA was spinning this night so there was an even better mix of trendies coming through. Never a cover charge and if you do like I do with my flask you will be a winner every time.
Atmosphere: 10/10 (Free museum + foxy ladies)
Music: 7/10 (Rich Medina is really good. The Hillbilly Jazz band? Not so much.)
Ladies: 10/10 (College educated, disease free with decent jobs. Single man jackpot)
Second stop: Ripple Bar on Washington Avenue – What is up with ME not being served for like fifteen minutes?!? Let me find out that SYRON went Hollywood.
Atmosphere: 6/10 (Typical local B.K. spot. Drew from Island Records gets the red carpet. Billy X. Sunday? Not so much.)
Music: 6/10 (Imagine bringing your radio into a bar and playing the Funkmaster Flex show.)
Ladies: 6/10 (Hoodrats and bar skanks that don’t dance.)
Third stop: Soda Bar on Vanderbilt Avenue – This is a funny spot because they occupy two spaces and their crowd remains segregated. The back room spins the hot shit while the front room plays some honky tonk crap for the area’s newest residents.
Atmosphere: 6/10 (Racially segregated Saturday night partying = so 1957.)
Music: 5/10 (Pretty good on the jig side. The other side? Not so much.)
Ladies: 6/10 (Pretty good on the honky tonk side. The jig side? Meh.)
Fourth Stop: Habana Outpost on Fulton Street – Bathroom break.
Atmosphere: 7/10 (I took a dump here.)
Music: 4/10 (Someone’s CD collection centered around 2001)
Ladies: 6/10 (I took a dump here and I didn’t bother to look anyone in the face.)
Fifth stop: Frank’s Cocktail Lounge on Fulton Street – Franks has been here for forever, ever, ever, ever, ever. I been to brown bag parties at this bar the spot is so ‘hood. With Fulton Street going upscale now even Franks has a velvet rope in front of the door, but don’t be dissuaded. Your ass will get in as long as you pay that five dollar cover.
Atmosphere: 1/10 (What a dump!? It’s beautiful.)
Music: 10/10 (You would be surprised at who spins here some nights on the humble.)
Ladies: 10/10 (‘Hood rats that like to dance close on every song.)
For those of you going out tonight have a fun and safe Halloween.