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HAVE A WONDER-FULL WEEKEND

Thursday, May 10th, 2007

wonder

KEISTAR Productions annual tribute to the genius of STEVIE WONDER

Music By: DJ SPINNA & BOBBITO
Spinning All Stevie Wonder Exclusives, Covers, Samples, Remixes etc…

@ THE SUGAR FACTORY – Two Levels & Rooftop
269 Kent Avenue
Btwn. South 2nd & South 3rd Streets,
Williamsburg, Brooklyn NY

$20 w/ Advanced Tickets – More At The Door! 10PM – 4AM, 21+

Directions By Train: L Train To Bedford & North 7th St.
Walk Down To South 2nd St., Then Make A Right, Walk 3 Blocks. THE SUGAR
FACTORY Is On The Corner Of South 2nd St., & Kent Ave.

WONDER-Full™ Tickets Available @

  • Academy Annex Records (BKLYN)
    96 North 6th St.
    (Corner of Wythe Ave)
    718.218.8200
  • Harriet’s (BKLYN)
    293 Flatbush Ave.
    (Near St. Marks Pl)
    718.783.2074
  • Pieces (BKLYN)
    671 Vanderbilt Ave.
    (Corner of Park Pl)
    718.857.7211
  • Fat Beats (NYC)
    406 6th Ave
    (Corner of 8th Street)
    212.673.3883
  • Pieces (Harlem)
    228 West 135th St.
    (bet., 7th & 8th Aves)
    212.234.1725
  • Academy Records (NYC)
    77 East 10th St
    (bet., 3rd & 4th Aves)
    212.780.9166
  • Real Life Ho’s Are Coming Up In The Game…

    Saturday, May 5th, 2007

    lauren phoenix

    I’ve been trying to tell y’all for the longest time that all the real bonafide ho’s of the world needed to step their games up because all these upstart singers and rappers were about to steal their shine. It looks like my favorite pr0n actress got the memo in time.

    LAUREN PHOENIX is this bad little piece of Canadian white meat who sometimes works with me when I go hardbody on my several day blogging benders. I love her because she always makes that face that is part surpise, part satisfaction. Plus, she’s a true party girl who pretty much takes it good in any orifice.

    lauren phoenix

    LAUREN is now modeling for American Apparel and being featured on their classic long tubesocks campaign. Expect to see me in some American Apparel long tubesocks this summer. I gotta show support for my homegirl.

    lauren phoenix

    lauren phoenix

    I’m A Stan For SPIDER-MAN…

    Thursday, May 3rd, 2007

    spiderman week

    For me it’s a story about the first comic book character I ever tried to draw. Then it becomes the realization of a character who doesn’t feel the skin he’s in. Spider-Man is the transcendant story of a teenager coming of age in the world. Imagine yourself feeling powerful and nearly invincible, but at the same time you are scared to kiss a girl because of your acne. What endears Spider-Man to you aren’t his strengths, but his weaknesses, his flaws. Marvel Comics forever broke the mold for the genre by portraying someone so inadequate and ultimately heroic not because of his power, but because of his responsibility to himself.

    I have a few more DVD’s to mail away and I want to extend myself to the readership that has children at home.

  • ELOHEEM, you are steady in my comments section. Send your snail mail address to my e-mail address so I can shoot you a video.
  • Anyone else that wants a copy of the first Spider-Man movie in this current series only needs to answer this question. What is the mantra that Peter Parker/Spider-Man lives his life by after the death of his Uncle Ben?

    WIG OWNERS > WIG BRUSHERS: The 2007 NBA Playoffs

    Wednesday, May 2nd, 2007

    ben wallace

    BEN WALLACE: He makes SHAQ O’NEAL brush his wigs…

    Before we get fully into this drop I just wanted to take a hot second to shout out a couple of my peeps on the internets for doing their thing.

    REBEL Mag Dot Com is the brainchild of DP Dot Com football pooler MR.KAMOJI. I haven’t seen KAMOJI on the web as much lately and that’s because he has been on his grizzly for the relaunch of this site. KAMOJI is a fan of art, music, culture and beautiful things. I expect to see nothing less than the aforementioned at this site. Bookmark it and blogroll it. Chea!

    Bronx River Parkway – Yo, I don’t know who the fuck runs this site but they do a helluva job collecting daily links from all the best weblogs in the game. I love the name of the site too. East 233rd is my peoples!

    a.i.

    WIG OWNERS > WIG BRUSHERS: The 2007 NBA Playoffs
    There is a dip in the crime rate nationally when the Association starts the annual playoffs. Is it because all the thugs are watching basketball or is it that basketball players are off the streets? As wealthy as the average b-ball player is they can afford to hire someone to beat up their girlfriends.

    I thought we could a look at some of the famous players around the league and determine if they were Wig Owners or Wig Brushers just by how their overall game stacks up. As far as the Association goes, you can be a leading scorer and still be a Wig Brusher at heart. Keep in mind that DENNIS RODMAN would never win a scoring title, but when he played for San Antonio he was the league’s leading rebounder and defensemen. DAVID ROBINSON was still stuck on stupid with that gotdamned flattop so he never brushed DENNIS’ wigs (although Madonna did). When DENNIS got the call to play in Chi-Town and brush his Airness’ wigs he stepped back into Brusher mode. DENNIS RODMAN could go both ways. No DENNIS RODMAN platinum golden wig to that last sentence.

    a.i.


    CARMELO ANTHONY and ALLEN IVERSON – WIG BRUSHERS

    At this stage of his career A.I. should look to be an M.V.P. in the Wig Brushing category. He still has skills but he can’t be effective as a first or SECOND option. Don’t tell him that though because he will take it out on his girlfriend. CARMELO ANTHONY can score a lot during the regular season, but when the playoffs come around I smell pussy. And to think, he was the cat that called KEVIN GARNETT a homo.

    a.i.

    dirk


    DIRK NOWITZKI – WIG BRUSHER

    So you ask me who owns the wigs on the Mavericks if it isn’t DIRK? JOSH HOWARD and JASON TERRY do. DIRK can hit a jumper or two and the refs call a gang of fouls on his behalf, but if the refs swallow their whistles DIRK goes from being a seven foot dude to MUGGSY BOGUES height, minus the heart. DIRK misses brushing his ace’s wigs. STEVE NASH and DIRK used to have wild times on Ridgemont High.

    dirk

    nash


    STEVE NASH – WIG OWNER

    Two time M.V.P. Wig Owner to you. At first I wasn’t feeling this dude because I didn’t think that his game was all of that, but after I saw that he came out publicly against the war in Iraq I thought that he might be one of those cool azz anti-supremacy white boys. The fact that the Suns play lights out for him is beside the fact. The Suns are going to pwn the Lakers tonight.

    kobe


    KOBE BRYANT – WIG BRUSHER

    Like I said before, scoring doesn’t make you a Wig Owner. Helping people to maintain their own personal wigs is the start. Everything KOBE does is for his own wigs. He had the opportunity to be a part of a dynastic team but his greed for additional wigs for himself and none for DEREK FISCHER or TYRON LUE would show his true colors.

    kobe

    Dry snitching on SHAQUILLE O’NEAL as a philanderer wasn’t a good look either. Shame on you KOBE BRYANT for breaking the time honored tradition of ‘Bros Before Hos’.

    ben wallace


    BEN WALLACE – ALL STAR WIG OWNER

    First off, let me say that BEN WALLACE is a man! He consistently eats SHAQ’s food on the regulack. The myth of SHAQUILLE O’NEAL means nothing to BEN. How are you going to be the NBA Champs and get swept out of the first round. Those ‘S’ logos that SHAQ has all around him are going to have to stand for ‘Shape up or Sit the fuck down and Shut up’

    ben wallace

    ben wallace

    Even JESSE is trying to get right by letting his own wig grow out a lil’ something something.

    jason


    JASON KIDD – WIG BRUSHER

    My advice to JASON is to get as far away from that succubus as you can. Between his wife’s conniving and his son’s massive domepiece JASON KIDD is up to his eyeballs in wig brushing duties. Brushing his son’s wig alone must take up an entire afternoon. Easily. Look at shorty’s nugget and tell me I’m lying.

    jason

    That shit was fucked the fuck up how JOUMANA KIDD got JASON pinched by the 5-0 on some domestic battery shit. She came to the table on some ho shit and now she mad because he likes hos?!? She got him so shook that she is gonna file another charge with the police this dude is down to be photographed by sports magazines taking family bubblebaths. Get your balls back JASON, and I’m not talking about that microfiber shit either.

    jason

    lebreezy


    LeBRON JAMES – WIG OWNER M.V.P.

    What’s so good about LeBRON? Everything. He has the personality and the work ethic to be one of the league’s greatest wig owners evar. LeBRON takes the game on the court seriously, but off the court playboy is smoother than the other side of the pillow. Have you seen his NIKE commercials? Them joints is fire. Just like his kicks.

    lebreezy

    Even on a twisted ankle LeBRON made short work of the Wizards. Whether it’s Toronto or the Nets that go to Cleveland for the second round they won’t stand a chance. LeBRON is teaching his brushers how to become owners.

    Plus the LeBRON JAMES action figure set at KidRobot is straight lava flames.

    lebreezy

    I Left My Heart At Howard U. (MGMT ReMiXXXes)

    Sunday, April 29th, 2007

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    Labor Day for me was always the time of year to refocus and prioritize on what it was that I wanted for myself for the rest of the year. I typically spent the summer playing the field of love, but in late August my hormones turned up the frequency so I didn’t end up with zero during the snowswept snuggle and cuddle winter months. I preferred a cutie from one of the Black colleges that occupied the mid-Atlantic states because I could always hop on the turnpike for a few hours and I still had my relative autonomy while I remained in New York City. I would have sworn to you that NYC had the greatest collection of redbone cuties until SOUNDWAVE, RANDY and I came across a pack of hotties from Howard University during the 1989 Labor Day Greekfest at Virginia Beach.

    RANDY was S.W.’s cousin who lived in VA Beach. RANDY’s folks put us up for the weekend and we all spent our time on the strip bothering anything that would give us the time of day. As usual, I have to be the clown of the crew and the sassy sisters didn’t mind putting me in my place when I got too sideways. My G was always too futuristic for young girls anyhoo. I needed some college meat to test my mettle. I complimented toenail polish colors and whoever had done the best job in shaving herself. My dudes and I were having a good enough time just posting up on the boardwalk when along came this crew of cocksmashers. I call them that because they all had their walk together and proper. You know that walk that a young lady has when she is trying to tell everybody that she has been doing her ‘Kegel’ exercises? These little girls had that walk and they had the prettiest eyelashes of any crew that was on the strip that weekend. These broads had that kryptonite.

    big pimpin'

    The next step for the dudes and I was to get to know this crew of young sweet hotness, but how do you break into a girl group that is seven deep without getting dissed and dismissed? This is my specialty. I attack the alpha females top lieutenant with my charm. Not the alpha female, because she will have to show out for her girls to prove her leadership dominance, and not the weakest link among the ladies who is still slightly uncomfortable in her skin and may not know how to receive a compliment yet. The second in charge was a tender little brownskin sister with a battery pack bubble backside just as sweet as a piece of chocolate cake. In my mind, I am sure I made that sound where your lips smack just as you are about to enjoy something tasty.

    “Hello Ms. Beautastic, you look just like my favorite cup of coffee, dark and sweet.”

    Okay, I agree, but that is how you do it people — confident cornballness. The laugh of the sister and some of her friends meant that I hit my target. The next step was for me to introduce my dudes. S.W. and RANDY are both good lookin’ dudes so that wasn’t the problem in as much as there were seven ladies and only three of us. Don’t play yourself into thinking that ratio means menage status because most college girls in the ’80s and ’90s that weren’t into coke weren’t into swinging either. Don’t get me wrong, college girls were always giving up mean head and booty pie, but unless they were from Detroit you weren’t gonna be able to freak out.

    big pimpin'

    None of these ladies were from the ‘D’ either. They were all Cali broads that were attending Howard University. They were all freshmen and they had heard about the Greekfest on campus so they decided to drive down. 18yr olds with their own cars 3000 miles from home. I give credit to these Cali broads for being as gangster as they were. They drove to the beach on a whim and they didn’t even have a hotel room. We all hung together for the rest of the day into the evening. Later that evening when the strip was fully crowded and blown out a riot began. It was so crazy that Army helicopters and National Guardsmen cut off access to the beach. Since we were all stuck together we decided to share a hotel room. Real talk is that all 10 of us slept together on two queen size beds and no one popped off anything.

    What that night allowed us was carte blanche to hang with these sisters at Howard U. anytime we wanted. S.W. and I ‘borrowed’ a Maserati from Greenich Village and went to their Homecoming weekend. The ladies brought us to a brunch spot called Julios that served chicken, waffles and mimosas for only $7 bucks a person. Those Howard U. chicks knew how to have a good time too. Almost twenty years later I am still friends with them. Even the ones that I’m not friends with anymore.

    Too bad youth is wasted on the young.