I'm just taking it easy. Running the streets since Thursday has taken it's toll and since I don't plan on passing out from exhaustion brought on by over-partying, I decided to skip the Liberation Session tonight in favor of just relaxing in the house. So I'm sitting here collecting my thoughts of the last few days while the kid is up watching the Disney channel. It's the hardest thing in the world to get the clone to go to bed when she knows there's no school tomorrow. She's gonna be a night nomad just like her mom. Sheesh.
So Friday night found me in the infamous white shorts (complete with shiny legs and stilettos) at Crash Mansion. The rest of the booze hounds showed up and we survived both Henry Sher and some other techno group before the pILLOW wHORES played. Word to the wise: avoid Henry Sher. I think that's his name but I was so busy struggling to keep my ears from bleeding that I may not have heard his name right. Dude sucked balls hard. I mean hard. Like sucked the skin off balls hard. I haven't heard anything that rotten in a long time. I actually had a conversation with the production manager of Crash Mansion trying to get him to introduce me to the booking agent so that I could make sure that Henrywhateverhisnamewould never, ever again be allowed to sully their stage. The man had a WHOLE song dedicated to his name. Sheesh. He tried to do this whole funk vibe that was only funky in the sense that it stunk. The one thing I can say in his favor is that he was so fully on his own dick that he didn't notice that only a tenth of the audience (probably his friends) was feeling him. Either he didn't notice or he didn't give a shit. It doesn't matter... he still blows, like tornado winds. Word up.
The techno group wasn't bad if you're into that sort of thing(which I'm not) and they actually had a catchy song or two if ambient sounds, repetative beats and the entire band being machine driven makes you move.
I wanna give a shout out to Ed for this pic...

Your sense of humor will be repaid in kind... watch your back homie...
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INTERN!!!
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*hiccup*
damn.
Anyway, my babies played their best set of the year. Gone were the issues of faulty sound systems and broken guitar strings. Add some weed, laughter, backstage antics and psuedo groupie pictures, the show was a blast. My only disappointment with the night? Jon wouldn't give me his shoe laces. Damn bass players. Quote of the night? "Give the woman a crotch shot."
Then it was off to Southpaw for the opening of AfroPunk weekend. Yeah, I know I said I'd never do it to myself again but I had promised so many people that I'd show it was rediculous. In that situation, the 6 or so people that I told I was "on my way right now" outweighed my abhorrance of Southpaw. I will admit that it sounded a lot better in there this time around, but I add the caveat that I had already missed all of the performances (damn, damn, damn) so I can't speak on the sound quality as it relates to the show. However, it was a great turn out. Everyone was having a good time and I got to meet some more APers from the boards. Sweeet!
Crashed at Dre's since the trip back from Brooklyn seemed pretty bleak considering it was late as hell and I was hammered. Dre is brilliant. Everyone should check out "Baby girl/Gee's up" and "Trap" both done by Jim Jones and Dre. I can't wait to see how his upcoming documentary turns out. Resistance is not futile, it's mandatory.
I bought 7 or so books and hella food from Manna's in the afternoon and then passed out for a bit. I know Haz is mad at me since I missed his bbq, but I actually had reasons. 1. My yatches were set to play at CBGB's on the early tip and 2. my phone sucks major ass... I just got his message/invite Sunday at about 6 pm or so. Lame but true.
CBGB's
Oh-my-effin-goodness it was CRAZY.
First off, I am so proud to know the members of The Slack Republic. These kids are insane. I love them dearly. They were fucking phenomenal. I have watched them evolve since last year and I'm beyond impressed. They have jump/indie punk sound going that reminds me of high school antics with a edge to it. The best part of everything is the fact that they are so damn cool. Mec and her damned stories. Of course the one involving the wrench had David and I outside damn near wetting ourselves. Quote of the moment from P? "Get on the van." He's got footprints from the whole world on the hood of that thing.
The turn out was rediculous since it was a 16 and over night. Every AfroPunk you could think of showed up. Got to hang out with my Canadian sweeties The Carps and Neil protected me from the worst of the mosh pit when Game Rebellion took the stage. Lord the energy them boys put out is positively frightening. I had never caught a whole set from them live before. They taught me 2 things... 1. Stilettos are not moshing shoes and 2. They don't fucking play. I advise everyone to catch them at least once in their lives. They didn't get banned from CB's at one point, for nothing. Quote of the moment from Netic? "Them fucking shorts..."
A sidenote regarding my outfit... Um, it could have turned into a fucking fiasco. I don't think I'll be playing brave and experimenting with my clothes again any time soon. I decided to wear a scarf as a shirt held together by a belt minus topstick. Had that belt opened up it would have been Boobies Gone Bonkers.. (well considering the A cup it may have just been titty tomfoolery, but still). Add to the calamity some shorts that I came across in the depths of my closet and it was a travesty waiting to happen. I had forgotten why I had only worn them once since I purchased them eons ago... it's because without 5 pound weights in each pocket, they turn into panties that don't leave much to the imagination. Lets just say I was quite vigilant all night. Sheesh.
Then it was time for Cipher with Mo's deep voice and even deeper lyrics. I often wonder if people hear the message in his songs. I also find it insanely amusing that his radical pro-black stance is supported by an almost all white band. Hardcore shit. Not for the uninitiated. Of course it was a family affair with Matty, Marvin *high-five*, Mom & Pop Mitchell in attendance. A family that plays together, rocks the fuck out!!!
Unfortunately I missed most of Cutlery's performance because I was outside running my mouth with everyone. Between P yelling "Get on the van", the picture taking, running for free booze with Danny from Apollo Heights(you funny, silly man you), and the jokes, it seemed as if inside wasn't the only place having a party. Which is also my excuse for missing half of Tamar-Kali's set. Someone should have slapped me upside the head for that because the woman is awe inspiring. I am thoroughly ashamed and will flog myself and promise not to miss her next show.
On my way to get a pack of coffin nails I was handed a flyer and invited to a show. I looked at the flyer and said "Hmm... I recognize that DJ's name from somewhere" and was told "I won America's Top Model last year." I don't care what y'all say, I thought the shit was funny... I so don't give a fuck about "celebrities". She's a doll and an absolute sweetheart but I still didn't recognize her. Sheesh.
The show ended, James "That's me" Spooner spoke his thanks and the crowd dispersed. Some of us went over to Von's for a nightcap but I left early after doing some doorway damage with a sister who's name I've completely forgotten. I needed food after that and I'd already consumed enough booze to drown a yak. So David and I headed to IHOP (for some reason I'm not ashamed) where we got questionable food and I made fun of chicks with horrible weaves. Arriving home I made the mistake of attempting to sleep in pjs. Dumb, dumb, dumb. Can y'all say "hot as hell"? I only tried that because I thought Bee was gonna crash but she never made it so I got to strip and get comfortable.
Spent most of Sunday reading, managed to get through 2 Andre Norton's and 1 Mercedes Lackey. Cleaned my room till it shone. Took about 3 cold showers... for more reasons than one, did the laundry (there's something soothing about the routine of folding clothes), wrote a little then headed over to go chill with the clone. Wished back and forth with Mani who's having some technical difficulties (aaaaw baby), wrote a little more, blogged this and will be going to bed when I'm done.
Tomorrow? Mikel's birthday party at Fat Baby. Mikel's a riot so this should be a hoot n a holler!
Shout outs to this weekend's participants:
Kelsey, Jacob, Jon, Daun, Ed, Dre, JC, Marshe, Ona, Bee, Marjona, Marjona's mom, Matty, Marvin, Mo, Mikel, Jose, Mecca, Mike, P, Rachel, Naima, Neil, Chuck, Aurora, LaRhonda, David, Raf, Malik, James, Anthony, the chick with the fantastic red shoes and everyone else...
If I forgot anyone, my bad but do you really think my brain can hold all of that considering I seldom sleep but often imbibe?! Hit me with a nasty email and I'll shout you out next time.
See you all at the picnic.
- & I'm out...
P.S. Um, yeah... *purrrrrr*
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