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SNEAKER FIENDS UNITE!

Monday, June 22nd, 2009

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SPIKE LEE was a sneaker fiend even before we knew what sneaker fiends were. The character Mars Blackmon was like one the freshest bike messengers evar in his crispy Air Jordan 1’s. He even rocked the joints the NBA had banned because there wasn’t enough “white” on the shoe (true story). If you haven’t seen ‘She’s Gotta Have It’ then you don’t know about the scene where Mars refuses to take off his Jordans during sex. That is the true essence of a sneaker fiend.

SPIKE LEE goes a step further to describe the relationship between Black men and their kicks in this scene from ‘Do The Right Thing’ where Buggin’ Out has his brand new Air Jordan 4’s scuffed by a careless white wearing a Larry Bird t-shirt. Hilarity ensues.

The Mars Blackmon x Air Jordan commercials are funny even today, and they are legendary ad spots. Back in 2006 the Jordan brand collaborated with SPIKE LEE again not only for visual media promotions, but for the release of the Spiz’zike shoe which mashed up several different elements from previous Air Jordan releases.

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I can see the classic 6 tongue with the 4 lacestays, along with the 5 upper ventilation and laces toggle. The shoes have elephant skin print on the toebox and heels and in some freaky cases I think they have a glow in the dark outsole. Let’s not forget the 40 Acres and A Mule logo and the Mars Blackmon icon on the achilles’ support.

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Spiz’zikes are that hypebeast shit and therefore typically outside of my usual pricepoints but since I was invited to participate in a panel discussing the overall legacy of SPIKE LEE on cinema, social and sneaker culture I thought I might treat myself to a pair. Let’s be honest and recognize that a 20th anniversary for a film like ‘Do The Right Thing’ can only happen once. Keep in mind this was a film that almost wasn’t even released at all.

Where’s Mars?
Brooklyn Honors Spike Lee

The Man and the Brand: Spike Lee Panel

Spike Lee Screening Room
Brooklyn Campus of Long Island University
DeKalb Avenue @ Flatbush Ave Extension

Thursday, June 25, 2009, 7PM

Featured panelists…

Nelson George
Michaela angela Davis
Kevin Powell
Roger Guenveur Smith
Danny Simmons
Dallas Penn (hells chea!)
Moikgantsi Kgama

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EPIC. HANGOVER…

Friday, June 19th, 2009

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This saga started with some of the Go In Brothers. Ruffian, Sandman and the kid Jackpot. We linked at a non-descrip bar on Grand Street in SoHo for the pre-game.

I started off with Belvedere and tonic because I don’t play that shit.

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The event later this night was some shit put on by Dos Equis which has the illest commercials in the game right now.

At the spot the Go In Brothers were caught up in the flashing lights of the whole scene. I lost contact with them early as I finessed my way up to the roof deck level of the party. They had a swimming pool in the lower level of the building and I even considered going swimming, but then I realized that if a Puerto Rican and a Chinaman were both in the pool along with me I would end up with an ear infection [ll].

So I passed on swimming with the Dos Equis girls for hanging out with my two fists of Stoli and grenadine on ice (compliments of Dos Equis, but of course). Fools were getting tipped over at this party. There were easily several thousand people in the entire building. Many were there for the DJ sets of Bobbito and ?uestlove but most looked to be ad agency runoff cornballs. There were some dames though. Just hard to quantify with all the lames (myself included).

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^ Yes, I have not removed my ‘Media’ pass since Roots picnic FTMFW!

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^ Franz from the Ruck Down Records mailroom.

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^ I have no idea what performance art these chicks were up to, but whatever it was shouts to Dos Equis for the almost nip slip (yes Janet Jackson).

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^ LeBron might could need to start drinking Dos Equis like this dude.

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^ Dame.

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^ Lame. Major PU~ when your night ends in handcuffs, police handcuffs.

On to the next spot which would be club Sutra on 1st and 1st. My homie from forever GudTyme was hosting along with DJ Rob Swift. GudTyme is the dude who gave me my early taste of showbiz back when he used to tour with the X-Ecutioners. One time at a Lil’ X video shoot I made the cardinal mistake of any entourage member by hitting up the craft services before the talent. I haven’t been invited on a music video set since.

*Sidebar: I left the craft services alone at the Roots Jam Session even though the honey turkey slices and Swiss cheese was caaaaaaaaaallin’ me.*

So back to the matter at hand which was to keep getting my shit fucked the fuck up. Gudtyme and Swift laced me with drink tickets. I felt myself having a hard time pushing back the fourth K-1 and tonic. I was waterlogged at this poiint and I had to drive home to Freeport. Good for me that once I left Manhattan the rest of my flight home was via highways.

Call 2 Earl? NEVA!

Here’s some more pics of the DP nightlife shenanigans…

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^ My mans-n-them GudTyme.

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^ No wifing in the club, now gimme $20!

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^ PU~ to having your eyebrows in shape, but your mustache hair on 1,000. Shorty on the right is definitely the nuttgoblin because she looks like she’s heavy into nutt gobbling. BTW, it was her birthday.

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^ RobSwift what up?!? Let me get that drink ticket fam.

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^ Drunk and hot girls.

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^ K-1 and tonic because I am so smooth, smooth, smoooooooth.

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Drumsticks >>> Fishsticks…

Thursday, June 18th, 2009

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Mel D. Cole has his eye on music.

It finally happened for me internets. The skies opened up and I was granted backstage access to the Roots Jam Session at the Highline Ballroom. It was the moment that I had been waiting for. To witness the greatest living band, yes I said it, Fuck Yo’ Metallica!, as they prepared for their weekly show.

It was exactly as I had imagined it would be. Contemplative. Intense. Familial. And more crowded than a muvv up in that muvv. I tried to be a fly on the wall, albeit, a 375lb. fly on the wall. It didn’t work totally, but I think I finally crossed over to the other side. We’ll see what happens next week when I try to win again.

The Roots Jam Session is actually better than the baby wipes revolution. Because it is completely unpredictable. I always leave the Jam Session feeling like I peeled back another layer of the Roots artistry. You already know that ?uestlove is the sorcerer that keeps the groove in line just like Black Thought knows everyones rhymes. Speaking of lines, Styles P forget HIS own lines on the track ‘Rising Down’ but Black Thought spit his rhymes for him while Styles became his hype man.

Bilal returned to the Jam Session as well as Tanya Morgan but the guest that impressed the most on me was this young lady who rocked the bass for a funky little set. The Roots Jam Session is one of the few if not only places you can go to see women musicians who aren’t just singers. The Jam Session is possibly the most hip-hop shit going on since the late 1970’s. Before graffiti and rap music moved into the galleries and discos downtown. Well, ironically the Highline Ballroom IS downtown and not in the Bronx.

Don’t tell me that you want to go to the Jam but you can’t buy tickets online. Chocolate Snowflake just purchased our tickets for the July 14th show and my homey from the DMV will be coming uptop for the July 21st set. This is the best $10 you are going to spend anywhere in New York City. The good news is that I see they have extended their run into November. You have no excuse for not fuxing with the legendary. You already know I will be there.

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Rebirth Might Be Stillborn…

Tuesday, June 16th, 2009

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The new trend for Lil’ Wang albums has been the pushback to the release date. Wasn’t the Carter III a year late? The Carter III was also a Grammy laden platinum album so if all the trends stay true to form ‘Rebirth’ will be another successful CD.

Contrary to most of you internets I fux with the ‘Prom Queen’ track. Sure it wasn’t anything that Led Zep or Pink Floyd would have produced but as far as Hip-Hop rock hybrid tracks are concerned it was better than anything Limp Bizkit ever out out, including ‘Nookie’ [ll].

I like the idea that Wang was going to make an auto-tune rock album. That shit hasn’t happened since Peter Frampton did that shit a thousand years ago. I don’t know how many rock fans will cross over to rap music but I bet a lot more rap music listeners will start to develop their ears for sound of shrill guitars. Rap listeners are generally more openminded than people that listen to other music anyhoo.

Rap music is such an amalgamation of diverse and disparate musical genres that rap fans can listen to almost any other form of music if someone puts a sick drum beat behind it. This is why rap music will be played in the future, even if it is wack shit from the Beastie Boys. James T. Kirk was blasting the Beasties before he ran his car off a cliff. BTW, go see Star Trek 2009 if you haven’t already.

So you all know I am no Lil’ Wang fan on this page, but right now in 2009 this dude is 2 for 2 on my scorecard. First was that ‘Prom Queen’ song and now is this ‘Ready For The World’ track. It’s not the Clash or progressive headbanging rock music but it is definitely serviceable rock rap when that subgenre has had the toughest time putting out music for the masses. I mean, there are my folks in Game Rebellion, but how much shit have they released to the web for people to review?

Lil’ Wang hasn’t gotten any better at writing profound lyrics that will last the test of time but he sure does have the emotive quality of someone that believes in the gibberish he is saying. That quality now counts for something in my mind. It’s almost like Wang regressed backwards mentally and he knows it and he’s trying to fight it, but then it gets too hard so he stops trying. I can relate to that. that is how I felt about college. If I had made a peer network maybe I might have graduated, maybe not though since I had a peer network in high school and I dropped out of there too.

The two songs I have heard from ‘Rebirth’ sound dope to me. Maybe the reason the album keeps getting pushed back is because these are the ONLY two songs completed. Lil’ Wang is lucky he isn’t an Aftermath artist. With this kind of output ‘Dre would shelve his album indefinitely (see: Rakim). I know Wang is touring his ass off and the what not but that is no longer an excuse to completing an album in this day and age. Music gets e-mailed back and forth like vocals do. Shit gets slapped together and yu don’t even realicze that none of the performers were ever in the studio at the same time.

What would be beautifully ironic would be the ‘Rebirth’ album being a DallasPenn certified classic while everyone else on the internets pans it vociferously. That could happen too. I loved ‘808s & Heartbreak’ while the majority of the internets shitted on that joint. I bet half them dudes play that shit to themselves every morning. The internets can be so emo. Just like Wang on this track…

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When Men Were Men, And the Sheep Ran Scared…

Tuesday, June 16th, 2009

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The assault on manhood continues as the Black hipster, the blipster, is questioned about his sexuality.

Japanese men called herbivores eschew conspicuous consumerism, social interaction and women.

A lamb in New Zealand was born with seven legs and is a hermaphrodite.

What all of this means to me is that eating lamb from New Zealand could give a man lady tits, but eating salad in Japan is viewed as having lady parts and skinny jeans are still really only for the ladies.

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