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All Day I Dream About Sneakers (USAIN BOLT 200m ReMix)

Tuesday, August 19th, 2008

notre dame

One of the main reasons that C.S. and I traveled to Paris was to see if I could track down some rare and hard to find sneakers. There is a neighborhood in a Parisian suburb called Cligancourt that my friends tell me resembles the old Delancey-Orchard Street strip from the late 1980’s.

Sure enough, there were leather jacket dealers and sneaker traders everywhere. With no prices marked on the shoes it meant that you could ‘jew’ the dealer down to the price that you both agreed upon. Since I am a Black Hebrew, I have no problem jewing anyone.

There were all kinds of NIKE dunks and Air Max models to choose from, but this trip wasn’t about securing any more NIKE shoes since the swoosh brand and I were looking at being separated (and possibly divorced?). I was on the hunt for a pair of ultra rare ADIDAS. Paris is known to be a hotbed for the German shoe manufacturers products and up to this point I had seen some interesting pieces not yet available in the States. The shoes I wanted though were more than just a pair of collectible sneakers; they contained an incredible history that not too many people know about.

These were shoes worn by the Jamaican bobsled team during the 1976 Summer Games in Montreal.

monty '76

First off I know what you’re thinking… Jamaican bobsled team at the 1976 summer Olympic games?!?!? And normally I would agree with you but that is how sick this story is. Because the games were being played in Canada, the Jamaican boblsed team assumed that there would be snow and therefore it would be their first chance to compete in the games. Can you imagine for just one second how difficult it must have been to practice bobsledding in the sand?

ganja sled

I guess the team had been smoking some of that good sticky icky for them to think there would be snow on the ground in July, even up in Canada, but nonetheless they packed their bags and their sled and headed to Montreal. As word spread on the tiny island that the bobsled team would be competing in the Olympics, several other Jamaican winter athletes were inspired to make the trek as well, in the hopes that they too might secure the ‘big gold coin mon’. How many of you know the story of WINSTON LIVINGSTON, the great steel pan drummer and professional speed skater from Jamaica? He would have shattered all the established records in the Sapporo Japan Games in 1972 if he hadn’t been disqualified for going around the track in the opposite direction.

winston livingston

The real hero, or should I say heroine of the 1976 Olympic Games, was MAVIS BAILEY. She was from a poor little town in the Parish of Saint Andrew called Cockburn. The seaside town was so poor that all of its residents had to share one single pair of shoes. Even though MAVIS was scheduled to compete, the week the games were scheduled wasn’t her week to wear the town shoes, so she had to go to Montreal barefoot.

little mavis

This is where the bobsled team stepped in (pun absolutely intended). MAVIS was favored to win the women’s 200m race and she was perfectly fine running barefoot , but the I.O.C. (the T.I.’s that run that Olympic shit) had mandated that all competitors must wear track shoes. VERNON HERDSMEN, the Jamaican bobsled team’s driver and the only member of the team that wasn’t detained by Canadian customs officials for narcotics possession, was able to lend MAVIS his sneakers so that she could run her race. MAVIS nearly won the gold medal too, but she unfortunately stumbled and fell when the laces from VERNON’s sneakers became untied. Sadly, she ended up finishing in last place.

poor mavis

Even though MAVIS BAILEY returned to Jamaica medaless and shoeless, it is her perserverance that I honor and respect. I found VERNON HERDSMEN’s her ADIDAS shoe at this tiny little sneaker stand run by an angry Arab (yeah, I know, show you a happy one).

MAVIS SL 76

The second best part of the trip was that C.S. and I were back home before they set that sneaker store on fire.

SNEAKER FIENDS UNITE!

Monday, August 18th, 2008

vader

I had to fucks with that Star Wars movie this weekend. It was wack though. I’m sure some kids liked it, but any hardcore Star Wars fan would be pissed off that they effed over the continuity for a cartoon. With that being said I am letting y’all fools know right now that I want a copy of the ‘Empire Strikes Back’ for my bornday next month. Anyone who has a hookup at Blockbuster or wherever needs to make sure one of those DVD’s goes missing. Is all I’m saying…

When I went to the ‘A’ a few weeks back I did come off with a pair of NIKE SB’s. I didn’t know what the name of these joints was so I decided to do what I do for all of my kicks in the first place – name them my damn self. The first thing that came to my mind when I saw these kicks was that they were badass. Anything black is bad, but black suede is brutal badass. It’s like wearing a velvet glove over an iron fist. These kicks reminded me of Darth Vader, the baddest motherfucker of all time.

vader

Darth Vader killed younglings and his baby momma, then he chopped off his son’s hand. I don’t plan on killing any kids when I rock these SB’s, just killing niggas softly with my flavor. I also won’t be choking my B.M. unless of course she gives her consent. Yeah, we do it rough sometimes.

vader

NIKE SB Dunks are where I put my chips now. I love the colorways that they choose and the materials. I just wish Lucasfilm would take the same care in choosing materials to rep his legacy. Get a pair of NIKE SB’s party people. Leave the cape and codpiece to the professionals.

vader

SNEAKER FIENDS UNITE!

Friday, August 15th, 2008

chicago

While in Chi-Town, iNternets Celebrities super director and sneaker fiend CASIMIR NOZKOWSKI sends me pics of the most Hip-Hop sneakers. Evar.

CAS said he would copp me a pair, but I can’t choose which one.

makavelis

Do I run with the flamingo gangster themed patent leather colorway or do I copp the snakeskin accented bootlegg Air Force 1’s? I will let y’all decide

makavelis

ICE T >>> SOULJA BOY

Friday, August 15th, 2008

coco

My badd to the DP Dot Com fam that came up on this flagrant NSFW pic when I first let this drop fly. I need to not get get any of y’all fiscal situations fucked the fuck up when you read this blog from ya’ grizzlies. The PrA’li fund ain’t gonna get us all high. Shout to my ni- LionXL

Maybe when Soulja Boy Tell’Em grows up he might have a chick that lets him ‘Superman ‘dat ho’ in front of an audience of 500 sweaty men who mostly last saw a real live titty when they were being breastfed. That ICE T exploits his wife on stage during Body Count’s rendition of ‘KKK Bitch’ isn’t what makes him so much greater than Soulja Boy. What makes ICE T so much greater are all the hardcore anthems he crafted that still matter sixteen years later to the 500+ people gathered here in Brooklyn to see him perform. Will anyone be doing that for Soulja Boy even two years from now? I doubt it.

The Body Count show was so fucking awesome bananas that I am going back again tonight. I’m going back to see COCO’s magnificent mammaries. And I’m not even a titty man like that. Mostly I’m going to rock the fuck out with Body Count who were everything that I hoped they’d be as live performers. They jumped the fuck around and moshed with us and they motherfucking shredded their axes like animals. They were fucking beasts. The crowd was out of control. The venue was next door to a police precinct. When ‘Cop Killer’ came on the joint exploded. I have no fucking voice right now.

I had to turn around this morning and go to a project meeting in lower Manhattan at 9am. Then head back to my base office for my unit’s monthly staff meeting. I feel like a sack of shit stuffed in a pillowcase. I’m still going to that show tonight. It was the best live performance I have seen in a minute. I wish Game Rebellion had been there. I would have loved for them to see these old men slay the motherfucking crowd. Figuratively, and literally. Body Count covered a Slayer track too. Plus they closed the show doing a HENDRIX song. Damn sonn, I am on some wild fanboy shit right now.

BODY COUNT
Europa
98 Meserole Ave, Brooklyn
6pm

SLAP BOXING @ ROCK THE BELLS…

Wednesday, August 13th, 2008

rtb

Editor’s note: 2DopeBoyz blog superstar and Sneaker Fiends Unite! west coast chairman Meka Soul recaps the Rock The Bells show from an L.A. state of mind.

Consider this a Mek Dot Twitter of sorts, as these were the things running through my mind during the course of the festival. And by the way, Fluck A Twitter!

  • I finally ran into my compatriot, the undisputed truth seeker for the first time ever. A lot taller than I originally envisioned.
  • Of course getting my press pass wouldn’t be a simple task. This is a hip-hop festival of course, so an overabundance of nignorance would be omnipresent.
  • Listening to Wale perform while still trying to get this muh’fucking press pass. Telling me my pass would be available at 11am, then not delivering until 12:15pm? Just who do these YTs think they are, black people?
  • Ran into Wale after his performance. He recognized who I am from this blog. “I’m glad you’ve never talked shit about me.” Class. Sick.
  • dead prez came on too early the way they ripped their set. And DJ Beverly Bond is ridiculously finer in person than any picture can depict.
  • Rocking raw denim skinny jeans to the desert is even wronger than that “thing” that wants to work for Diddy. Someone’s parents failed them.
  • Who is this fly, honey-colored honey with the curly Afro and the camo wifebeater? Someone’s parents won.
  • Murs brings out DJ Quik. Nice touch. Now if he performed “Dollaz And Sense” or “Sweet Black Pussy,” that would have made my day.
  • Immortal Technique is a really angry person.
  • Chino XL? Where the hell did he come from?
  • I can never listen to “Ante Up” without thinking of this now.
  • One fat girl passing out, coming right up!
  • I was just recognized again by two random-ass people. Maybe I need to change my picture. Eh, I’m too lazy.
  • I wish Rakim was louder. I could hardly hear him over the beats.
  • Ketchums will be pissed to know that Pos from De La Soul is rocking his dream sneaks.
  • Backstage now… Raekwon looks higher than giraffe throats.
  • Raekwon is [ITALICS] higher than giraffe throats.
  • Michael Rappaport? WTF?
  • There are a lot of half-dressed women here. Can’t say that I’m mad though.
  • Double-O’s eye: yikes!
  • Let’s check out the second stage… *sees Tyga and some piff pocketer rapping to a shitload of high school hipsters, immediately turns around* I’m never returning to that bum-ass stage again.
  • Redman’s performance > Method Man and Redman’s performance > Raekwon and Ghostface’s performance.
  • Another passed out fat person! I’m noticing a trend.
  • What the fuck are the Black Eyed Peas doing here?
  • *falls asleep during Black Eyed Peas’ performance*
  • Pharcyde: back like they never lost a step.
  • Black On Both Sides > everything else Mos Def has done since, including this bum-ass performance. If I want to hear someone singing fucking Harold Melvin and the Blue Notes, I’ll go to a fucking Harold Melvin and The Blue Notes show.
  • That was actually the first time I enjoyed a Nas show. Almost makes me want to write about his new album like some crumb has been emailing me to do for a while now. Almost.
  • Oh great, Mos Def is back out, this time with Q-Tip. What, he forgot to sing a Minnie Riperton tune during his set?
  • Interesting… I got quite a few emails people threatening to punch me in the face at this show over the past few months, and here I am leaving the show unscathed. I must not be trying hard enough.
  • So there you have it. Surprised the hate spewing was at a minimum? Don’t worry; my shirt did enough work for me.

    kwt