We're back, we're back we're back again
Tomorrow night, August 18th, I will again be spinning funk records as a part of Funky Thursdays @ the Ravari Room, 2657 N. High St. It shall start around 10:30 (me spinning around 11:30 or so) and be dope. And, to give you some advance warning, I will also be spinning Thursday, September 1st (also T-bag's birthday), so mark your calendars accordingly. (Note: I sent out an email about this. If you did not receive it and would like to, just email me. Love.)
Hip-Hop, mu'fuckas!
Wow, I definitely hip-hopped about as much as I could last weekend. Of course, Friday night and all of Saturday was spent at Annie's Bar in Cincinnati for Scribble Jam 2005. Andy, Dave and I had a good time, despite tired legs and Mac Lethal (whom I do not hate nearly as much as White Mike, but that's probably a good thing for all involved). I saw some good performances by Prince Paul (well, more of a hip-hop history lesson), I Self Divine, Cryptic One, One Be Lo, Duplexx (Edan & Insight), & Lyrics Born (though I couldn't enjoy that set much because of major league hatin' by my compadres and overall exhaustion). The battles were alot better this year. Justice, a teenager from Australia, won the MC battle, which was pretty good. He had awesome battles with Thesaurus (semis) and Iron Solomon (or whatever the hell is name is) (final). DJ Sparechange from Dayton beat Columbus' own DJ Bombay in the DJ battle. Bombay beat 2-time reigning champion Scratch Bastard in the semis, and Scratch Bastard is now my least favorite fake frog. Bustown what? The other battles were boring.
On Sunday, Dave and I went to Bernies for the last Fonosluts Fuck Hip-Hop Night. If you want to live in a fantasy world where this event hasn't happened yet, read here for my awesome writin stylez. It was crazy. My legs were a bit bloodied from the multitude of broken bottles. I was a sweaty, stank bastard. Daymon aka SoWhat? pulled a cord out of the wall (sparks 'n shit) because they turned on the lights 10 minutes early. Helluva good time. A fond farewell to some Columbus hip-hop soljaz.
Man, I gotta write some more shiznaz here soon. So, imagine more flimsy promises of such right about...here. Oh yeah, here's an awesome album I bought at Scribble Jam:
Marinate on the bilingualosity of Giant Panda, bitches (peep their label site here).
2 comments:
It's not as good as Zebra Chess or whatever it was that hot Indian girl gave me. Zebras > Pandas, ya heard!?
Also, Scratch Bastard is a playa hata, and he can suck deez.
Wow, that whole thing came off like something Dave would post on his own blog. What's happening to me?
Well Andy, as long as you leave Meowington out of this, it'll be alright.
Donna, the record spinning went well. I did not know that you were opposed to Thursday nights out (I must have missed something on your blog), but I can understand it. The Funky Thursday in two weeks (Sept 1) should be alot of fun, so yes, you should come. I mean, it's just a few guys playing (not mixing) funk records, but I enjoy it.
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