Dayyyyyyyyum!
Looks like rap music’s resident Deebo finally got his chin checked.
Dayyyyyyyyum!
Looks like rap music’s resident Deebo finally got his chin checked.
Everybody is passing around the story of this little Texan jig girl who went to her prom dressed like a bootleg BeYONCE and ended up in the back of a car that she didn’t expect to be in, a police cruiser.
I’m not really for hand wringing in this case since I am sure that Miss MARCHE (that’s Mar-Shay, tres negro chic) TAYLOR has been miseducated by the high school that denied her entry to the prom. With no guidelines for attire I’m surprised that more students didn’t find themselves made examples of.
The teacher/chaperones surely knew that MARCHE TAYLOR would be one of the students that wouldn’t be able to put any legal pressure on the school since her parent/guardian/caregiver prA’li never shows up for parent-teacher conferences. Trust me, the teachers wouldn’t try that shit with a student whose parent was active at the school. Chances are also that a kid who has active parents wouldn’t step out sideways anyhoo.
MARCHE TAYLOR is a poor person and our society loves kicking poor people in their asses. This girl is just lucky that she isn’t a man since poor Black men get shot to death like race horses with broken ankles. Its still pretty embarrassing to be escorted from your high school prom in handcuffs just because you had on your freak’um dress. What could be worse than that? Wearing a white dress and getting an unexpected visit from your Aunt Rose I suppose? Yeah, that would hell’a suck.
The Class of 2008’s prom soundtrack – The Hazzards ‘Always’
True story is that when 40 Diesel hit me on the com-link this Saturday I was a few steps from my favorite sneaker spot of the moment.
Dr. Jay’s on Fordham Road is killing the game right now with their ridiculon sales of general release and urban account NIKE kicks. I’m talking about $20 and $30 for fly shit. And when you spend the amount of guap that I do on footwear its cool to come up on shoes for 70% off the manufacturer’s suggested retail price, or MSRP as we say in the acronymonic game.
This week’s drop features the shoes issued as an homage to the groundbreaking action figure franchise that became a cartoon, then a comic book and now a soon to be released feature film. There were three(3) different styles that were created for the G.I. Joe pack. Dr. Jay’s was selling the Air Assault retro for $30. I had to get in where I fit in.
The camo print is on some futuristic nuclear forest type shit. I won’t even try to match these kicks with anything else. Why bother? Extra sets of laces is the minimum right now. I love the inside materials as much as the outside like the padded collar and the printing on the insoles. With all the outdoor music festivals scheduled for this summer I won’t feel a kind of way if by August these shoes are muddied up beaters. I wish I could score all my Air Max shoes for $30.
Can we get this popping Dr. Jay’s?
C.S. and I enjoyed the ERYKAH BADU featuring the Roots concert from the less expensive seats. Truth be told is that there aren’t ANY bad seats in Radio City Hall when the soundmen are on their grizzly.
The Roots are the most legendary, as usual even though their set was brief. Keep in mind this was ERYKAH’s concert. They did some of their classics and some of the joints off ‘Rising Down’. The song ‘Criminal’ is becoming one of my all time favorites. Black Thought spit the entire Kool G Rap G.O.A.T. rap song ‘Men At Work’. Rappers can’t even pick up a microphone after this dude. I have said this a million times, but how sick is it when a nigga knows his catalog backwards AND your favorite rapper’s joints too?
Since I am such a shitty photog I kept the camera down and I just enjoyed Mrs. BADU’s performance. ERYKAH has such a commanding stage presence even though she is like only five feet tall. She has a knack for pulling off notes that you would never expect to come from her throat. She’s just indescribably fantastic. I would love to see her and JILL SCOTT team up again like they did at the CHAPPELLE Block Party and just go note for note. It makes me think of PATTI LaBELLE and NONA HENDRYX.
Speaking of the group LaBELLE…
I missed the show this weekend at the Hammerstein Ballroom that was a tribute to PATTI and the group LaBELLE because I was getting my bounce right at the KeiStar party with DJ SPINNA. It was an evening of ghetto karaoke as we danced and sung out classic shit from the 1990’s. Whether it was rap, new jack swing R&B or whatever we all knew the lyrics. The funniest moment of the night was when the entire building sung the chorus from Color Me Bad’s ‘I Wanna Sex You Up’. Hee fucking larious.
The next KeiStar party will be another STEVIE WONDER tribute. If you need me to tell you how good these joints are then you might should hang yourself from your bathroom shower with a pair of pantyhose like sonn did in that RICHARD GERE movie. That dude was a loser. Don’t be that dude.
I squeezed off a hundred bucks from my stimulus check to hang out Saturday night. A hundred dollars ain’t shit no more! Whose fault is that?
WTF?!? $13 is gonna make me start rolling with my flask again. Fuck it, the drinks were on G DUBBZ. Actually, the drinks were on me and my Social Security benefits.
Ha! I still had a couple of dollars left in my hand. Too bad that Ripple is closed down. I could have used one more drink.
Me and ED LOVER on our way to a fitted hat convention. Okay, I’m lying.