It’s Friday, and my ass is broker than a joke. I’m actually not broken in as much as I am dealing with a “temporary fiscal deficit”.
Looks like it’s gonna be one of those weekends where my ass does mad free shit.
* ‘Krush Groove’ screens tonite at the Grand Army Plaza central library.
** ‘Favela Rising’ screens tomorrow at the Brooklyn Museum of Art First Saturday. BMA’s First Saturday theme is Brazilian Night. So get out your samba shoes and come dance with a gaggle of Black Bebel Gilbertos.
40 DIESEL stays coming out on top. [ll].
Nahh, but for real your cousin, the Mighty Healthy NYC spokesmodel and Sneaker Fiends Unite! alum met up with me on 125th prior to the Roots show and we perused some of the footwear distribution outlets on the strip.
I finally went inside the NIKE x FootLocker collaboration called House Of Hoops. I miss the NIKE staffers from 255 Elizabeth Street who at least gave a fuck enough to know what sneakers they were selling. The kids in House Of Hoops don’t give a shit about shoes or customers unless you are a rapper. Just as well I suppose since I ain’t listening to their shitty demos anyhoo.
The next stop was the Dr. Jay’s affiliate Harlem USA. This is that spot to catch a pair of general release joints on a wicked sale and I copped a pair of premium Air Max 95’s for $80 cent.
Air Max 95’s are the GOAT Air Maxes overall, except for those A.M. 90’s and 360’s that I still haven’t put into the collection. I am a beast. Considering that the MSRP was $160 you might say that I caught a deal. Yeah I came off, but 40 made out like a fat cat (no Pappy Mason). Fam copped the Air Tech Challenge retro for $19.99 in the OG colorway.
For twenty cent I need to copp another pair just to keep on ice. If you need a pair for your archives you already know the drill.
ERNIE can’t stop, won’t stop on his quest to make ten books in ten weeks. Take a look at some of the images from his sixth book he is calling ‘Punk Life’.
ERNIE was fascinated with the emerging Punk Rock culture in New York City during the 1970’s and how it intertwined with the graffiti and music scene that was being developed further uptown. Their energies were similar even though their looks were often polar opposites.
These are flicks from the days of CBGB and the little rock bars that dotted the lower east side of Manhattan before those neighborhoods became too hip and cool for the punks. ERNIE’s work in this book tells so many different stories… Iconic imagery of the pre-punk rock and post-punk rock eras along with the past and future New York City.
ERNIE’s books are time capsules to a period that is long gone and whitewashed in this city that now looks like a branded piece of corporate capitalism. DisneyWorld North. Don’t ever forget what this city used to be. What rebel rock music used to be. Fuck the emo bullshit.
‘Punk Life’ by ERNIE PANICCIOLI
Black History Month brings out the best in me as I try to think of new and inventive ways to celebrate the legacies of such venerable African American statesmen like RALPH BUNCHE or RUDY RAY MOORE. What better way to celebrate than by throwing a contest here at DP Dot Com.
I decided to hook up with Facebook (puns always intended) for this event. Facebook is currently the defacto online social network system now that Friendster has been found to be too faggy and MySpace is totally too ‘hood. BTW, have you become my friend on Facebook yet?
This contest was inspired by my Facebook friend SHANIEL JACKSON and her frequent posts to my Super Wall. I could prah’lee become king of the internets if I had 100 friends like SHANIEL so I decided to have 10 friends like SHANIEL. Almost. I just sent out 100 friend requests to people whose first names began with SHANI. This includes, but is not limited to SHANIECE, SHANIQUA, SHANITRA and just plain SHANI. I kept my shit truly democratic and anyone whose name begins with a SHANI can get it. My Facebook friendship, of course.
For Black History Month I will have a bevy of classic jig cinema available for FREE to the person who has the most friends with names beginning with SHANI. This contest is open to everyone with a Facebook account. The friends on your page can be girls or guys, and since this is Black History Month we will keep shit fully inclusive and fully integrated. The friends on your page can be white as well as Black. Just because February has an extra day this year don’t sleep on this contest. Get it crack-a-lackin’ with the quickness if you want your free flicks.
GHOST DOG
BROOKLYN BABYLON
DEEP COVER
BELLY
and more…
As the Association celebrates their annual holiday for excessive jig madness also known as All-Star weekend, I take a closer glimpse at the team with the best record in the league and I realize that we may be seeing a first for professional sports.
This is the first time that a pro sports team has been captained by all homosexuals. Admittedly, none of the Celtics ‘Big 3’ [ll] is an openly ghey athlete, but for those of you that follow their exploits closely it becomes something of a NaSir song, “It Ain’t Hard To Tell”.
KEVIN GARNETT
K.G. played the majority of his career under the purple moon of Minnesota where Prince was often seen at Timberwolves games. I’m not accusing Prince of being ghey, but his weedcarriers and wigbrushers definitely were. Do any of you remember the playoff series against Denver where K.G. inappropriately squeezed the “nuggets” of Denver’s FRANCISCO ELSON? After ELSON outed K.G. to the media DAVID STERN made ELSON disappear.
PAUL PIERCE
P-Squared has an affinity for the same types of ladies that EDDIE MURPHY and Minister MASE seem to prefer. Chicks with sticks. I think this comes from living in Los Angeles. Several years ago PAUL PIERCE was stabbed up[ll] inside of a Boston area after-hours club. Everyone and their momma knows that after-hours clubs are for the trans-genders and teh gheys.
RAY ALLEN
Sugar Ray?!? ‘Nuff said.