Archive for May, 2009

The Roots Got Skillz…

Thursday, May 28th, 2009


Why haven’t you been to the Roots crew Jam Sessions @ Highline Ballroom yet?

Is it geography? Are you too far away from NYC? I just linked with some kids from Temple U. that made the trip to NYC just to see the show.

Is it topography? Are you one of these NYC residents who doesn’t cross bridges or go downtown after 11pm?

What is YOUR problem?

Whatever your pathology is you need to get your mind right and come to see the legendary perform at the $10 bill show. There ain’t nothing left in this city to get you this high for this cheap. The Jam Sessions have featured some of rap and rock’s best performers along with some of the faces that will be the future of music.

Plus, you get the Roots crew going in hard for over two hours of non-stop body rocking, booty shaking, free your mind musical madness. You won’t be able to get this deal forever. When these shows at the Highline Ballroom are over who knows what the schedule of the band will become. You need to get up on it doggoneit.



On Tuesday night I stopped by my old barber’s shop in Corona, Queens. I have had the same dude cutting my hair since I was 15. STEVE is also my mentor, my therapist, my football teammate, and one of my best friends. I had been promising him that I would bring him to one of these Roots shows and the window opened up this evening thanks to SHAMZ.

STEVE is a music lover. He appreciates the intricacies and the skill level that entertainers have to employ for their craft. STEVE blew my mind when he gave mad props to JAMES POYSER for holding down the keyboards. Many of you will recognize that name from the Hidden Beach recording sessions that produced such talents as JILL SCOTT.

STEVE got the extra treat of seeing ESTELLE sing with the Roots on a few songs including the classic ‘You Got Me’ which the Roots transformed into a Jamaican dancehall riddim to let ESTELLE flex her Caribbean roots. The rapper Skillz also showed up and gave the crowd an old school rhyming battle with Black Thought and Truck North.

After that performance, which happened to be STEVE’s first Roots experience he vowed to return for a subsequent show. I know STEVE will too because he is a man of his word. So what’s your story? Why haven’t you come through? The Roots crew Jam Sessions @ Highline Ballroom are not be missed. Stop sleeping and stay ‘woke.






Asher Roth Loves Job Corps…

Wednesday, May 27th, 2009

job corps

On 4.20.09. Dallas Penn got high and met pop rap sensation Asher Roth.

Dallas Penn loves college.

Asher Roth loves job corps, Air Force 1’s and fishsticks.

Asleep in the Bread Aisle in stores now.

Terrence Elenteny on the lens, editing and special effects.

Asher Roth Loves Job Corps from Terrence on Vimeo.

Gone ‘Til November…

Wednesday, May 27th, 2009


While most Americans were celebrating the commencement of another generation of college graduates or maybe they were humbly mourning the loss of loved ones who were in the armed services, there was a section of the population centered in Atlanta reliving the good ‘ol bad days of Freaknic in honor of the ‘going away’ of the king of the south.

For many Blacks, going away to the penitentiary is the equivalent of staying in the dorms of the university. So much that I suggested a few years ago that Blacks should swap the usage of the words to increase their self esteem. Instead of young KeyVaun going to jail his mom should say that he is “on campus at the state college”. We all know that nigga is in jail, but shit just sounds better.

Atlanta partied so hard for T.I. this weekend you might think he was given a farewell speech at the Ebenezer Baptist Church. He might as well have since he is now some kind of martyr. I bet if you asked a ten year old which King he liked more, Martin Luther or T.I. you already know the answer. I don’t blame T.I. for this. I blame myself and all the people that could have said they want more from the people they uphold as heroes.

I think about all the shit that Martin Luther King Jr. got himself into where he should have definitely had a gun under his jacket just to feel 100. MLK Jr. was hardbody supreme. Nobody has the platform that he had and speaks the truth to power the way that he did. Malcolm X was always a pariah, so even when he experienced white muslims and had to renounce Elijah Muhammad, there were no white Americans who would touch his ass with a ten foot stick. MLK Jr. was the dude that white let come into their house.

Until MLK Jr. started to rail against the military industrial complex he was safe. The government used MLK Jr. to keep the negroes in check after they merc’ked Malcolm X. MLK Jr. kept the negroes peaceful and passive after JFK and RFK’s murders. Right after that heroin started to find its way into the ghetto in a major way. I wonder if the Vietnam War was a power play for the control of opium trading? Anyhoo, my point is that after heroin filled up the center city streets J. Edgar Hoover’s bosses no longer had a need for MLK Jr. to keep the disenfranchised masses in check.

I’m not putting this drop on the X spot to disparage T.I. That ‘Superstar’ (remix) was one of my 2007 faves. For all I know T.I. might be the coolest, funniest dude of all time. But when you call yourself the modern day Malcom X Martin Luther just because it rhymes, and not because you give that 101% of yourself, you actually destroy the memory of those heroes to people that haven’t had a chance to experience them OGs.

The same way every two-bit despot is called the modern day Hitler by a politician. Hitler was bad as fuck and killed a grip of people. Don’t negate his destruction by comparing him to another less qualified sociopath. And don’t negate Malcolm X and MLK Jr’s hardbody status by comparing yourself to dudes you will never be like. I feel for this guy T.I. and the whole (tech) nine but its not like he came into this rap shit lyrically similar to Paris or Chuck D.

T.I. came up telling us that you could convert your drug money into entertainment success. He has no ‘Letter from a Birmingham Jail‘ in his catalog. He hasn’t created anything as thought provoking as the ‘Ballot or the Bullet‘. He’s a cRapper. Let’s not lose our perspective party people.

music provided by Nah’Right


Tuesday, May 26th, 2009


When I spotted these Air Max ’98s in super crisp condition I had to take a picture. These are some of the hardest to find kicks in the game. If there is one place that will have them, that place is Flight Club NY.

Flight Club NY is the museum/temple/clubhouse for sneaker collectors to buy and sell some of the rarest Air around. Hundreds and hundreds of sneakers are there in some of the most unimaginable materials and colorways.

I paid a visit to Flight Club NY this weekend just to chop it up with the folks that grind there. These guys are like the monks that guard the Holy Grail except these holy grails you put on your feet.

I can’t wait to be rich.

In Memoriam Of My Money…

Tuesday, May 26th, 2009

check cashing

**Always a shout out to the soldiers getting their shit blowed the fuck up in the mountains or the desert in order that I can type my shit on these here internets…

I went to the ‘hood financial services institution to liquidate my earnings from my XXL column. The rate at check cashing locations has gone up from 1.7% to 1.83%, that is a 6% increase and perfectly honest within capitalism’s morays. I feel every penny though. I was still able to pay some bills with the remainder of the check and blow the rest the only way I know how.

Lord & Taylor is having a banana-head sale on Polo Ralph Lauren. I.T.’s that were $125 are now $40. I caught a nice knit shirt for summer splash-off status.

Red Lobster is hell’a expensive for being just some regular ass seafood spot. The cheddar biscuits were good. C.S. ended up not sharing the leftovers with the kid.

Marshall’s was selling Nike Dunks for $35 so you should already know how that went down.



C.S. took me to a Mexican tapas spot in Red Hook. We squeezed off another C-note thanks mostly to the pitcher of sangria that we ordered.

Later that evening I found myself in a bar in Williamsburg with the DeCon crew and DAN from OKP. The bartender was sexy enough to buy me back on a round of Ketel-1 and tonic.

From there we rushed the door of the Bobbito and Rich Medina party ‘Happy Feet’.

With my last ten bucks I went to White Castle.

Sadly for me, it’ll take another month before I can do this shit all over again.

I just wish I could be the same way with money the day AFTER cashing my check as I was the day BEFORE it arrived.