The above photo comes from the Sneaker Fiends Unite Florida panhandle president NERDITRY. The economy might be too fucked the fuck up for CD’s and plasma television screens but I will be dead and buried before I let some recession stop me from getting my $40 score right.
That is the plan for this weekend Sneaker Fiends. Unite with DP, and the Mighty Healthy spokesmodel 40 DIESEL as we take our game to some yet untested venues in Spanish Harlem and in the Bronx. We’ve even decided to push the meet up time back to 1:30pm for all of you daylight savings timers (read: me).
Grand Central Station Great Hall (center info booth)
03.14.09.
1:30pm
Boot Camp Clik’s co-founder DRU HA is celebrating his birthday tonight at Club Sutra (10pm – 1st Street & 1st Ave). This should be a nice little underground jumpoff filled with Hip-Hop celebs and internets celebs.
Boot Camp Clik is another year older and still no worse for the wear and tear. How many other rap collectives can boast that track record since their inception? The correct answer is none.
My homey TERRENCE ELENTENY made this video during the ‘Return To The Classics’ show that Black Moon and Smif-N-Wessun performed at. TERRENCE’s video is fucking sharp as hell and I think he caught the essence of what Boot Camp Clik’s music means to the Hip-Hop movement.
And I get into HighLine Ballroom with an assist from my dudes the Ruffian, Blagavelli and Shamz-OKP.
I ran into Shamz yesterday afterwork. He had a shorty to link up with, and boy did he?!? More on the exploits of OkayPlayer’s very own Shamz later in this drop. The buzz tonight was for my main negro on the treegrow RONI the Ruffian to celebrate his 30th bornday, and the Roots to inaugurate their weekly residency at the HighLine Ballroom.
The Roots are about to revive Hip-Hop and rap music in the only way they know how. They come and tear the roof off the mothersucker. What hyperbole hasn’t been written about the Roots? Maybe the fact that Black Thought survived in the ocean from Haiti to Florida for almost two weeks with nothing more than a lit blunt and a package of Skittles. That shit is true. I saw it on Vh-1 storytellers.
The Roots are still the Roots and they are still earnest musicians who play their instruments like they mean this shit. If you have the chance to see them anywhere and the $10 that it costs at the HighLine Ballroom are too much for your blood… The Roots are sure to do a park jam somewhere this summer. Secretly, I think the name the Roots is missing a letter – ‘B’. These dudes play so much of the time I think the Roots might really be the RoBots. These dudes had themselves cloned years ago and that is how they can do concerts and work around the clock. No one works as hard as the legendary do.
The Roots residency at the HighLine Ballroom will most definitely be a legendary gathering. Emphasis on the Mos Def part. This harkens back to the days of the Roots jamming at a little space in TriBeCa called the Wetlands. Those were the best days of my life. These are the new best days of our lives. Celebrate the soundtrack of your life with the Roots as the backing band. You will thank me for this advice later on.
TERRELL OWENS brought some of this ignominy on himself as well, but isn’t that always the case when an athlete steps outside of the box? The NFL in particular is quick to use their media lackeys to posit the outspoken and competitiive star player as someone who lacks the concept of putting the team first. RANDY MOSS caught this characterization previously, ANQUAN BOLDIN and PLAXICO BURRESS more recently.
I’m certainly not defending any of these dudes actions off the field either, but where was the outcry when BRETT FARVE held the Green Bay Packers contractually hostage?
I don’t care if T.O. has a monster season wherever he ends up playing because he won’t be in a Cowboys’ uniform. I’m mad that the owners made this decision to appease a ravenous, bloodthirsty press corps. Or they did it to satisfy the morning drive-in radio listener who thinks he could be a general manager but views the sports landscape from the prism of the 1950’s prior free agency. I wonder what JACKIE ROBINSON would have said if free agncy was available to him?
Did y’all forget about what was going down with the Slaughterhouse?
This group is not just some internets hype. These dudes are spitting as if their life depended on it, and it just might. After an incident where Crooked I might have almost got his wig peeled the Slaughterhouse collective renewed their music making imperative.
If these dudes live long enough to make their album it will be game fucking over.
