Blame H8torade for this goodness. I can almost smell the assosity this image contains.
Good morning party people. It’s another Monday and you were blessed to make it to see the light of the day. Keep a smile on your grill fam.
Monday is the bitch of the bunch, but after you have defeated this dragon they can’t give you another Monday for at least one week. So kick Monday’s ass and keep stepping.
I’m still hanging out with Mom Dukes in the ‘A’. Shout to all my folks in the ‘A’ that held me d-d-d-d-down this trip. The reason I never considered relocating to Atlanta is because I didn’t think it got cold enough for me to floss my furs.
Shit been colder than a witches tit here in Atlanta this week. I might come down here after all. Sheeeeeeit, all my NY nigs is down here anyhoo.
Trust me when I tell you that you dudes don’t miss i.C. movies as much as we do. I plan to attack the iNternets Celebrities site with a renewed vigor as soon as I get back to NYC. All this other shit I have been doing is fun, but I really believe the i.C.’s can make the world a better place.
There have been a lot of folks showing us love and prodding us to get back to doing what we love to do. Allow me to take a minute to acknowledge some folks that stay in our corner.
KHAL @ RockThe Dub supports DP and i.C. all day every day. Give him a shout. There’s is no one on the internets that will respond to an e-mail faster than Khal.
MHB @ Desedo Films always sends me the fresh links to opportunities in the advertising game. “One of the days, one of these days…” – Ralph Kramden
Rooftop Films @ IFC.com has been real supportive of the i.C. movement by showing our films to their audiences during all kinds of different screenings. They find a way to get us into their programming.
And all of the iNternets Celebrities producers that have put their monies where OUR mouths are. You folks believe in our expressions in a very real way especially when we have an economy that is so…
Y’all already know.
Stay tuned in to the movement. We will pick up the pace in a few and get some new joints up on the YouTubes. In the meantime and in between time why don’t you take a look at a few of my i.C. related projects.
During the summer I attended a conference called InterestingNY where a few geeked out folks delivered small sermons about who they were and the shit they knew some shit about. I decided to speak about the bodega. Hilarity ensued. I also used the podium as a chance to kick some real shit to the congregation. They have a video of me speaking. Here it is if you feel like watching. Peace.
Meanwhile, Wal-Mart executives enjoy all the free publicity. No press is bad press on Black Friday.
I have to be honest and telll y’all that I personally know the clientele that shop at this Wal-Mart. This was some negro nonsense of the worst kind. Black folks are normally the conscience of America. The moral compass some call it. I you don’t know, now you know America is fucked the fuck up party people.
When folks trample someone to go shopping and then damn near riot when the store is closed because their actions made it a murder scene we have lost our way. This was Wal-Mart. Not Hammacher Schlemmer. Not Gucci. Not Christian Dior. Not Bloomingdale’s. Not even fucking Marshall’s (just copped me a sick little Polo R.L. knit on clearance – holla).
This wasn’t just a Black Friday for some poor man’s family, this was a Savage Sambo Shopper Nigger Nonsense Black Bullshit Friday. Yeah, I said it.
I just got off the G-chat with the homey UnderWriter. He and his lady went out to the flicks so he could take his mind away from the blood fued going down tonight in Alabama. The Crimson Tide just played against their intra-state rivals, the Tigers from Auburn. The Tide rolled over the Tigers so thankfully the 92,000 people dressed in red didn’t set the city on fire. Or maybe they did anyway.
To understand the culture around college football in Alabama one needs to look out west to the acrimonious relationship that the Bloods and Crips have with each other. There is at least one person in Tuscaloosa who wore his Auburn jersey and is now twisted into a bloody pulp on the shoulder of I-359. Sadly, in this mountain county Auburn sounds too much like Obama.
Here in Atlanta the natives are wrapped up in their own Hatfield-McCoy tilt called the Georgia vs. Georgia Tech game. Atlanta is a little more gentil though. I chilled in the old Fat Tuesdays in the Underground with my homies Fats and Brooklyn Mike while we threw down a couple of rounds of Rocket Fuel 180. I chatted up the foxy barkeep who was surprisingly a Bennett grad and not Spelman as I assumed.
Georgia Tech pulled out the upset win on a last minute field goal. No one got too much excited or depressed. Atlantans are a little too cool for this college football shit since Atlanta does have its own professional NFL team. I appreciate those ‘Bama bamas who put on their dark red sweatshirts and swallow a fifth of J.D. before they hit the streets. For those folks GLEN COFFEE will be hoisting that Heisman trophy on Paul Bryant Drive.
I went looking for some pieces from the old CraftWerk Kings. These two graff artists called Gnome and Gemini were huge influences on my graff style. Not just my lettering and my characters which these dudes were absolutely top shelf, but my color blending too.
I couldn’t connect to Gnome or Gem yet but I did come up on a cat named Sphere from B.K. that rolled with them dudes.
Me and one of my bombing partners Arch II were drinking the other night and we talked about doing a wall burner with some racked cans. I doubt I will steal cans though since I’m closer to 40y.o. than 14. I would be down to put up one last burner.
And videotape the experience, of course.
Sphere isn’t bombing the subways any longer. He is on the west coast working on his music element right now. You can still call him SFear.
Here’s a look at a Preemo laced track for his group Verbal Threat.
