You couldn’t tell me nothing last night at the Marc Ecko holiday party. Free Ketel-1 from heavy handed barkeeps and some of the coolest MF’s evar. All my folks was in effect, especially my laaaaaaaaydeeeeeez.
ANNA is the truth, but JEN is that ride or die Chi chick. She might be from the Chi, but she ain’t no way shy. Peace to CARL, HOBBS and J ‘Che Guerilla’. A lot of up and coming cats was stuntin’ hard too. I’m excited for this city in 2009. There is so much energy and creativity. Plus beauty. Creative types always need their muses.
I blew out of the Ecko joint while the drinks were still pouring because I had to get to this secret Common concert on the Lower East Side.
The spot was this re-purposed church. I went to a Hennessy art show there a few years ago and met this painter chick who hated my politics when I told her that KEVIN POWELL was a two-bit shoeshine hustler. There are now three people that Black women look up to like some fucking holy trinity. BARACK, OPRAH and KEVIN fucking POWELL. That nigga is having a party tonight in the city and I will guarantee you that it is filled with the baddest Black broads that could squeeze their feet into a pair of high heels.
Anyhoo, last night. I caught a few Common songs and the what not but I flew the coup before KanYe came out and did whatever he did. The day job is the gift and the curse. I could never pay the mortgage and the maintenance of my co-operative apartment with my internets lifestyle. I have to remind myself of this when I am sitting in a 9:30am jobsite meeting.
