This shit is why I don’t believe that terrorists hate the freedoms of the U.S. How many different ways do we find to discriminate against each other? If you are Black you are fucked the fuck up, if you are poor, muslim, old, disabled, retarded and now, if you have tattoos. WTF?!?
I never got into the tattoo shit because it required a level of commitment that I couldn’t muster, but who the fuck cares about tattoos? America, you need to stop this bullshit.
I hate nights like last night. Okay, I don’t HATE nights like last night in as much as I hate the days that follow nights like last night. I am still gonna be drunk at my day job since it is now 6am and I haven’t even parsed the video footage yet.
I need to thank everyone that made last night possible – 40 DIESEL, CARL CHERY, JASON NEGRON, KEVIN CLARK, RONI MOORE
You have to have a thorough team if you want to eat and drink (well) on someone else’s dime in NYC.
The first stop was a RIK CORDERO music video shoot featuring Termanology, Statik Selecktah and JOELL ORTIZ. Term and Stat came through early. I’m not sure if J.O. made it to the spot because I had to pull up and skate to the next gate. I did have a chance to build with RIK. Do you know how many music videos he has completed in the last 18 months? A lot. JOELL ORTIZ, WALE, The Roots, Heltah Skeltah, Jadakiss…
The next pop was the King Mag party. That was cool because they had some foxy cognac being poured and some good looking magazine people. In terms of print journalism, the magazine people are the best looking when compared to fugly newspaper folks (like myself) and the people that write for free joints like AM New York (basically retards and cripples).
I politicked with a few peoples but I couldn’t stay too long since 40 Deez was like meet me at the spot. 40 was THE spot too. The Jeff Staple x SONY x Gran Turismo jumpoff. WTF?!?
Internets, this was an all-star obama if you ever went to one. Super premium top shelf liquor like Patron and my personal favorite, Belvedere. The music was dope. Unlike the King Mag joint, the chicks here were actually friendly to me. Plus, like all Staple parties them joints are schwaggerific. I’m not going to say that I O.D.’d on gift bags, but you already know. The good news is that I will run some contests this weekend for the DP Dot Com Snail Mail family to get free Staple schwag bags sent to them. So keep it locked internets.
From the Staple x SONY party Deez and I hopped in a cab and caught the blowout from the XBOX event. Biggup to Dr. MANNY.
From there I had to make my own path to the T-Mobile launch. More free hooch. And free grub. The toasted sesame bagellettes with cream cheese and fresh lox (no Jadakiss) were the shizz up in that piece as well as the pomegranate martinis filled with pomegranate bulbs. The key to maximizing any obama is knowing when to hold them and when to fold them. Some people were going to the after-after parties but your boy knows better, especially since I actually have a day job.
And here I am still awake from last nite about to pop these two No-Doz in my mouth before I make my way to lower Manhattan. I’ll be fine after 5pm since I won’t be able to spin my rims tonight. Thursday is the new Saturday in NYC which makes Friday the new Sunday. Or some shit like that.
There is a nebulous area in entertainment between the show and the afterparty. It is called the parking garage. This is where entertainers wait for the horses and carriages to chaffeur them off to the the next thing.
If you hang with 40 Diesel then you will have access to this place that even your press credentials couldn’t provide.
Take a few minutes to enjoy the dialogue we shared with some of our favorite rappers and entertainers who entered the zone otherwise known as the 2008 Vh-1 Hip-Hop Honors Aftershow Parking Garage Party.
Okay, my bad that was ridiculously long. I hope these clips aren’t.
Featuring Wyclef Jean, Michael Rappaport, Ahmir ?uestlove Thompson, PMD, Fat Joe, BizMark, Dave from De La, Fab 5 Fredddy and the unstoppable, irrepressible obama eliminator, 40 Diesel.
It’s never a good time to leave NYC. There is a party tonight for the launch of NBA 2K9. Open bar and free food. There is some other industry shit on Wednesday night with more free drinks and Thursday night in NYC is the new Saturday night with free drinks and free food in several spots.
NYC is straight banana bread during the week, but on the weekend it becomes the city that never sleeps. This Friday there is some historic shit popping off at the Knitting Factory. Boot Camp Clik will be riding in hard with live performance by the Cocoa B’z and Black Moon. A live band will be backing them up as they perform the classic Hip-Hop albums ‘Da Shinin’ and ‘Enter Da’ Stage’.
‘Enter Da’ Stage’ is such an important record in Hip-Hop history and the Duck Down BCC movement is finally being recognized as one of rap music’s greatest collectives, if not the greatest. Look at their consistent track record and their longevity. BCC just keeps grinding through the underground. Heltah Skeltah’s Sean Price has become the most prominent face of the movement in the last few years but who can deny Smif and Wessun and their impact on rap culture. Boot Camp is Brooklyn to the bone and they represent for the neighborhoods that gentrification still won’t fucks with. Brownsville, Ocean Hill, East New York, Pitkin, Sutter, DuMont, Saratoga, Rockaway, Ralph Ave. Hail Meg!
It sucks that I am going to Barbados for a week today. It doesn’t suck like that, but damn, this will be such a legendary performance that I hate the idea of missing it just because me and my chick caught this sick deal in February. The end of the hurricane season and right before the prime season jumps off is when you can got to the Caribbean for next to nothing. So while I’m chilling on a white sand beach Buckshot Shorty will be ripping down ‘Buck ‘Em Down’ with a live bass player on his side.
I hope some of you hermits come up from your mom’s basements. Don’t be scared. There will be hell’a white hanging out with you. This won’t be like a show at the old NYC nightclub called the Muse back in 1992. You won’t have to tuck in your jewelry or keep a razor blade inside of your cheek. If you are fresh like me you will make sure you represent like it was 1992 though. Put some of your ‘Lo lifestyle wears on and even rock a Jansport of a NorthFace backpack. The underground Hip-Hop will never die. Beats and rhymes never get old.
Someone drop me a line and tell me how ill the show was.
There’s no denying that Barack-A-Fella madness is everywhere and his rock star status has inspired an infinite amount of Barack-A-Wear in hoods and urban farmers markets nationwide. In showing our support for Barry-O, the homies over at MIGHTY HEALTHY NYC whipped up a quick likkle something for those out there looking for a little more than an “Obama Is My Homeboy!” tee.
As he goes into his rumble in the political jungle. we harkened back to the original “Rumble In The Jungle” as inspiration for this latest limited piece. “OBAMA BUMAYE!!!” Says it all regarding his final push for this showdown for the ages. Now if we can only get him to run up on some drums during McCain’s acceptance speech and let them know – “THE CHAMP IS HERE!!!”
Limited to 144 pieces in sizes M-XXL, and can be purchased at MightyHealthyNYC
Changing your t-shirt to Mighty Healthy is change we all can believe in.
