I want U 4 internets!
When George Bush said the word ‘Internets’ he was laughed at.
Now that Obaama is using it are we going to call him a visionary?
Nope, since he recanted just like his campaign promises.
Archive for July, 2011
Hail To The Internets!
Thursday, July 7th, 2011It’s The ROC Bitches!
Wednesday, July 6th, 2011
Jay-Z’s peeps at Roc-A-Wear invited me to their NoLita pop-up space to preview the re-launch of the brand from it’s previous streetwear focus to an upscale men’s fashion line.
The only clothing brand which emerged from Hip-Hop that was able to legitimately cross that threshold was Sean John. Phat Farm and Karl Kani both had items which transcended their Hip-Hop roots but the lines themselves never went above them. That is definitely Roc-A-Wear’s aim this time around.
The folks from Roc-A-Wear were also generous enough to gift me with several items too so if you are someone on my snail mail list you might should watch the throne, er, your mailbox I meant.
Everybody Loves The Sunshine…
Monday, July 4th, 2011
The July 4th weekend is Chocolate Snowflake and my anniversary. When we met seven years ago we came to realize that we had been in the same place at the same time mostly all our lives. We just weren’t looking for one another until finally our world’s collided like the Hadron.
C.S. and I are musical beings because we love the sounds all around us. Rain on the window sill. Birds in the trees. The cars on Eastern Parkway. There is a rhythm in all of those things that is musical if you can open your mind to hearing it. That is the way you also find love. You have to be open to receive it, just like music.
The day didn’t begin on such a great note for us. I wasn’t feeling in top shape. My diabetic condition isn’t getting better on its own and before I have to do something drastic like taking insulin I am trying some other methods and formulas. I just wasn’t feeling it that day tho’ and C.S. understood and was willing to just stay home with me and nurse me back into the fight.
I wasn’t going out like that this time tho’. Roy Ayers was performing at Central Park SummerStage and this was our anniversary dammit. I mean, everybody loves the sunshine…
Roy Ayers was preceded on the stage by the Jazz Mafia Symphony. Leave it to some dudes from San Francisco to try and keep jazz alive. I’m sure it will be some Bay Area Berkeley ass rappers who try to save Hip-Hop also. There has to be something funky in the water over there.
Jazz Mafia then brought out some grade school kids from the Harlem School of the Arts to play behind Ayers’ seminal classic ‘Everybody Loves The Sunshine’. It was quite magical. The star of the show was this little blind Black boy on the keys. When I say that he killed it, please believe he merc’ked it. My apologies to this camera phone quality video.
Seeing those young people on stage was actually reassuring in the sense that art was being passed down to another generation. We rarely witness that passing of the torch in rap music because of the fake scarcity of resources that is promoted in rap culture. That principle will be a discussion for another drop because this post is all about Chocolate Snowflake and me.
When the Roy Ayers concert wrapped up we had a few choices left for our day. We could scramble ourselves back home to sit on the steps of the Brooklyn Museum of Art and people watch the 1st Saturday partygoer procession. 1st Saturday was where we shared our first dance together. The legendary story is all about the foot massage that I offered C.S. on the steps of the museum after the dance party had ended. She accepted, and the rest as the story goes is his story.
The deejay set at 1st Saturday was done by my friends from the Freedom Friday party so I know the vibe was sky high at the museum. The Freedom Friday crew was motivating over to Brooklyn Bowl to do a dance party there afterwards so we decided to make BK Bowl our next stop. I’m sorry that I missed the KeiStar BBQ on Washington Avenue since that was also one of the places that C.S. would run into me that fateful first weekend seven years ago.
We were met at BK Bowl by C.S. younger sister who immediately recognized that DJ J-Period had on the SAME t-shirt from the Roots Picnic in Philly. She asked J if he needed her to buy him another shirt. J-Period claimed to have other shirts but ionno. Big up to Toronto emcee Shad for blessing me with that shirt also. The party at Brooklyn Bowl was a perfect endcap for the day. My mood and my physical condition had improved along the way.
Shoutout to my folks from Pardon Me Duke who happened to be in the place to be celebrating the PMD founder’s new year. Another anniversary made perfect by great music and good friends. For Chocolate Snowflake and I it was another year to renew our love and faith in one another. Brooklyn was the planet, and everybody loves the sunshine.
X-Men Movie Is First Class…
Monday, July 4th, 2011
The BEST summer movie of 2011 is X-Men: First Class. I knew the movie was going to be dope, but I didn’t realize how much I was going to love it. As a retcon from the original X-Men canon it doesn’t fux up the OG backstory as much as some other movies have done. As a longtime fan you can fit in to the new storyline comfortably.e so enj
What really helped make the movie so damn good were the stellar acting performances. Magneto and Professor X’s kinship was dope. If Professor X had gone dark he and Magneto could have ruled the planet, but still and all Magneto just might end up on top of the heap. Magneto has a Batman-type of revenge malevolence.
Magneto is the boss of this flick and we even get introduced to Sebastian Shaw from the Hellfire Club along with some Black dude mutant who doesn’t live past the first yo scene. Dude got the Thunderbird treatment (for those of you who FUX with the X-Men canon hardbody). I wasn’t mad at that aspect so that let’s you know how great this movie was.
I was a little weirded out seeing Havoc come into the fray before his older brother Cyclops, and watching Angel be more like the Black Wasp while Moira McTaggert was a federal agent as opposed to a geneticist. But I suppose those are all relatively minor details to overcome when you are watching your favorite comicbook series of all time come to the silver screen.
Even at the $13.50 ticket price I’m down to watch this flick again.
SNEAKER FIENDS UNITE!
Monday, July 4th, 2011
I did a walk thru of one of NYC’s most venerable sneaker fiend locations and CAME UP on some summer freshness. Modell’s has the OG $20 table which is sneaker fiends retail therapy heaven.
I might not have the most heat in the game when it comes to Jordans and Foamposite styles, but you can bet your bottom dollar I am still the King of the Come Up.
