O.K.
The past month and a half has turned into a whirlwind of things to do, running around, and no time to kick back....No moron, we're not screaming a
Hiero Tour sized musical agenda, ish just seems ultra fast forward on some life sh!t right now....Blame it on the summer, which we constantly argue over even being much more existant in the coming days....Blaming it on a progressing social existance in respect to the term "family" or we aging into next level responsible ah-dult...Or just the pace of the "grind" in right now 2008...cats is type beat down, falling victim to serious allergy season symptoms, unrested, and still attempting to indulge in an active Hip Hop artist lifestyle...
Wait. What the frunk does that mean, really? Are we talking b!tches, bankrolls, Beamers, Benz's, and bottles of Belvi? Nah, man, just taking that bless-ed be for opportunity route as always, you know we...Wait. No you don't. IF? you knew we, you'd already be up on the fact that viewing the realistic side of aspiring Hip Hop contribution is where we call home. Viewing the realistic side of real muthaf*ckin life is where we call bliss. Hypothetical bliss is more often than not threatened by others adhering to said "real muthaf*ckin life"....Or not....
Allow me to give both an actual factual re-assessment of the past few, special moments in recent time as well as a theoretical, red eyed Jedi recount of said experiences....Blunted Blackberry snapshots included...
We've been media mailing magazines, Mom & Pop's, and all media means as much as possible
"The A.D.D.ventures Of An E.ccentric S.uper H.ero" with only (to date) 2 bites from two reliable and dependable resources.
Esh (jokingly) seems to think it's because we suck...I seem to think society sucks. But then again, it's easy to blame others.
Once you hit a certain age, free
Rock The Bells tickets are sometimes something you gotta pass up (sparing 8 to 11 hours? Of one day? People can do that?)...
Blacking out after a full day of cook outs, drinking, parties, and after parties will sometime lead to falling out on the couch and found pissing off the front porch on some sleep walk sh!t...
Getting in free to a show put on by an away team promoter, peeping the unsuccess of it all first hand, smoking an eL with the doorman at the actual door, getting free music from one of ya favoritos whose record label head honcho could give a ph*ck about you specifically, drinking at performers' discount at the bar, all while not having planned on any of the above on some get out the house cause ya bored ish...Priceless.
Hieroglyphics continue to display ground breaking and truly successfull forms of Rap B-I...Killing Providence at a venue far too small, stuffy, and hot boxed for the likes of such Indy Rap pioneers.
Radio stations are the last place you want to hear of incliment weather. Especially when the weather being mentioned is close to your place of rest and the National Weather Service breaks in to interupt and let everyone know that a Tornado watch is in effect for the very reagion you live and work in. Your fams is there at the time while you're hearing this news firsthand at the station over an hour away.
F grammar, run on sentences rock.
I always thought Waterbury, CT was a pretty rough and intimidating place until I attended a wedding there earlier in the year....I also assumed that Danbury, CT was a far less gritty spot being it is outside of Waterbury and I had been there once for like 6 hours, never getting a glimpse at what a night on the town truly brings......Yeah, I mean, aside from the ups and respect shown from
The AntFarm Affiliates crew members
Nemisis Alpha,
Cee Reed,
DJ Warren Waxx (Happy B Day),
Othello,
Dirt E. Dutch,
Sketch (Wow, energy!), and the staff at
Cousin Larry's....that's a funny ass place to be at, man...I mean, we witnessed straight krillz and yowder being served to more patrons in the bar, than people there to get there Hip Hop on....Then bragging about their purchases openly, taking a sniff/smoke stroll, and returning geeked the f*ck out...Yuck, yo, yuck!!!
This seemed to be the theme for we, 3 unsuspecting Hip Hop afficianados, as even the nasty Super 8 sleep over spot proved to be equivalent to the depiction of
The Carter Building on 116th in
New Jack City that my man
JayShiggs used to actually live in (Note: The Carter Building on screen = crack haven, off screen = best place I ever stayed at in NYC and obviously not a crack haven). Anyhow, when by any means necessary turns into seek and yee shall find out the reality of attempting to spread your Rap wings out to see how far you can fly...you end up seeing and experiencing plenty of mentionable madness...It's nuts how a few more hours of experience can really make all the difference in getting to been there, done that status....Anywho, can't wait for the next fun filled exit from every day responsibilty and familiarity....Here's a few flicks from said stupendous Super 8 suite we "held down" whilst in Rome...They're of before and after the show, I can no longer tell the difference of which is which, but I bet you won't be able to either....Enjoy, employ, and annoy those who destroy. Chips A'hoy...
...And DJ Albums as the party magician....Yes, my sneaker game is that sick.
'Til next we speak (You read, I write)....
Peace.
And live from The Fridge.....Peep 
And once again, my sneaker "game" will melt ya face.....
(Rest In) Peace.....'Til next time.....Stay busy, grinding's what middle schoolers do at dances....
