I’m standing at the busstop this morning bright and early on my way to work. This dude walks up to me directly and tells me that he has 20 crates of albums for sale. I scan dude’s steez and he looks like he just came up from a basement, prA’li his moms. He’s wearing a dirty white tee, dusty ass jeans and a super scuffed pair of adidas.
My reply to holmes was, “good for you.”
He just looked at me and nodded on some bruh man from the fifth floor shit.
“I just wanted you to post that on your blog.”**
ROFL!!!! No doubt homey. See you tomorrow.
BIG RECORD SALE
Hip-Hop, Rap, Reggae, R&B, a touch of jazz, Disco, etc.
20 crates full of music
Records are in varied condition. Some have been very loved, some rarely played, lots of gems.
Saturday, June 12 10am-4pm
482 Sterling Street, BK
(btwn Washington and Classon Avs)
On Tuesday night Chocolate Snowflake and I had made plans to have dinner with a couple of her friends. After a few bottles of wine and some delicious pasta I decided to take the night off from my usual routine of staying awake until 5am and posting drops on the page. This allowed me to get some really good rest and look like a human at the day job instead of a homeless person (a quote from a co-worker).
Wednesday evening afterwork found me with the IC crew and our big homey, Jesse Thorn from The Sound of Young America. Jesse fux with us hardbody. We went out to the $.20cent wingspot and ordered 80 wings and two(2) pitchers of Yuengling. After that we fell thru Rich Medina’s party and chilled for a few. Rich had the deep soul grooves spinning and the IC’s were doing what we like to do most… Winning. The night originally called for all of us to convene at CitiField for the Mets v. Padres matchup but the rain changed that maneuver.
Thursday night wasn’t as rainy so I took C.S. to CitiField with the unused tickets from the previous night. The Mets young pitcher John Niese nearly pitched his own version of a perfect game but all the news stories about the event have been focused on Lady Gaga’s appearance at the game and the shit she was getting into. Which goes to show you that if you go to a beisbol game and do some ghey shit you are far better off than a group of guys trying to make a documentary.
So now it’s Friday night and I should be getting ready to go somewhere and spend the money I should be applying to my cellphone bill, or my light bill, or heaven forbid my gotdamn rent. Instead I’m here in the basement checking on all the shit that has been happening in the world since the last drop I posted a month ago. Oh what? It wasn’t a month ago you say? It was only two(2) days ago, but it feels like its been such a long time. Thanks to Diesel, $yk, Grand$, get, LionXL, Jerz, LM, Foster, ‘Spekt and everyone who kept the light on over here.
For all my NYC people that couldn’t make that jump out to Philly for the annual Roots picnic…
The Roots crew will be putting it down at the Highline Ballroom once again for a special two(2) night engagement.
The Jam is still only $10 but you have to copp these tickets in advance or wait on that long ass line outside of the Highline.
June 15th, 12am June 21st, 10pm* *The Roots latest album ‘How I Got Over’ will be released the following day so I am considering this show to be like an album release party and I expect it to be bananabread pudding with a side order of amazing.
The week began with awesomeness because it was a holy day, or holiday as you may call it. Since it was my homey T.C.’s bornday I’ll call it a holy day. I had an invite to hang with my folks from Desedo Films for their bornday/BBQ celebration. That was dope. I appreciated the love that my homey MHB has for what I am doing. He chopped it up with me about his recent sneaker acquisitions and how he came up on four (4) pairs for a little over $30 per. That is Sneaker Fiends Unite! status so I saluted him for that.
The following day found Chocolate Snowflake and I doing some grocery shopping in the PathMark on Atlantic Terminal when the Google alerts started letting folks know there was feature in the New York Times about the Internets Celebrities.
This was some kind of awesome considering the fact that the ICs were hosting a film screening for our bestest friends (read: anyone who cared to show up) at the Brooklyn Central Public Library at Grand Army Plaza. If things couldn’t look any better MSNBC called us up and wanted to know if we could do their show the following day before we went public with our latest video.
Governor Eliot Spitzer was going to be the guest anchor for the Dylan Ratigan show. Yes, THAT Governor Spitzer.
At the end of the interview the lights in the studio go dim to sign off the show and lead-in to the Chris Matthews show ‘Hardball’. This is when I struck. I asked the governor, “What does it smell like?”
DP: Excuse me governor, not to offend you sir, but what does it smell like?
Governor Spitzer: Excuse me, what did you say?
DP: What does it SMELL like?
At this point, Rafi and Cas are like stunned that I would ask the governor WDISL? and rightfully so since we just met the dude so we obviously don’t rock like that. For a millisecond there was an uncomfortable silence as the governor waited for me to explain to him the smell I wanted him to recollect.
DP: What does POWER smell like?
Governor Spitzer: It can be beautifully intoxicating, but at a certain point you realize that you would rather be with your family, spending time with your kids going to a baseball game…
Well played governor and well said.. There was definitely a reason I voted for him the first time. Eliot Spitzer is an internets.
