BUhiphopfrosh: Dude – you there?Sneakerhead69: Yeah. Kind of. Still blazed from that post-show blunt. Missed orientation this morning. BUhiphopfrosh: LOL. Me too. Fuck that shit. I like positive hip-hop and all, but I ain’t about sharing my feeling with a bunch of herbs.Sneakerhead69: That’s real.
your favorite artist of all-time performing his or her best material
that you’ve never seen live before. That’s what I got last night when Talib Kweli and Hi-Tek nearly tore through the entire Reflection Eternal disc, Train of Thought; I had more blood rushing through me than when I got my debut blow job back in eighth grade.
It was a long day before I got to Kweli at the Scoot Inn – and to the afterparty at the Red Bull Moon Tower
in the middle of absolutely nowhere. I ate lots of barbecue and even
nearly shat my pants; but it was beyond worth it – I’m considering
adopting grandchildren just so I can tell them about my adventures.
it turns out, brisket goes well with junky music. I won’t call anyone
out (though I bet Brodeur will), but the sounds penetrating my skull
while I grubbed baked beans and free potato salad at the SoHo Lounge nearly forced the barbecue right out the other side.
you have a minute, shed a tear for lonely guys who strum guitars on
corners and belt heartfelt lyrics; they’re the only ones who care about
their feelings – kind of like Britney Spears . . . YAK BALLZ, LADY SOV, AND MORE AFTER THE JUMP