It must’ve been 4 years ago that we first met Christine. It was at our first MAGIC Trade Show in Vegas, and she was across the way with her label, For Mos. Since then, she’s been working with Complex Magazine, and we like to regularly check in on each other whenever we’re in the same town. Right here, she’s working on setting up a show in early August with Raekwon out here in L.A., while subsequently juggling a Lox show in NYC. Always on that grind. Impressive.
Speaking of “back in the day” anecdotes, I’m sure by now you’ve noticed the splash-page image, in anticipation for what’s going down July 27. What you most likely overlooked was the fact that the date reads 2003, not 2008 (yeah, really. Go back and check for yourself).
Five years ago, we had that same image up as a holding-place for our website before it launched. So check into the site tomorrow to get a blast from the past and also stay tuned for news of another exciting endeavor we’ll be introducing at the end of this week, as well as the next year of “5TH” projects we’re working on.
These were my old skate shoes. I tossed them in the dumpster more than 2 years ago, and then this homeless dude came up on ‘em the following morning. He’s worn them everyday since, pushing around on his imaginary skateboard.
He’s jus’ a rascal, he’s Dizzee Rascal. The boy in the corner, East London’s rap/grime pride, and in the States to promote the U.S. release of Maths + English. That’s beats and lyrics, for the layman.
Still great. (Check out the first 4 videos from the new album on VIDEO DAZE)
Umi and Dizzee are possessed by the Myspace Machine. Snap out of it.
Scene and be seen.
Bring it back.
Meanwhile, across town, Charles has been getting his hands dirty.
Here’s a story, although it’s kinda hard to explain through these pictures, but I’ll do my best. The other night, Alex was locked out, so he climbed out onto this fire-escape. Now, see that window there? That’s the window to Tony’s room. Somehow, he leapt from this fire-escape to that 5-inch ledge. Mind you, we’re 3 floors up and that’s a 6-foot gap.
The bottom window doesn’t open, so while standing on the ledge, he had to pry open the top pane, and somehow snake through this opening head-first.
You can still see the marks from where he was standing on the sill.
He’s alive and well, and out in New York now. So if you see him in the city, give him a nice big wallop in the Adam’s apple for me.
MR44 showed off his wares at the Foreign Family Gallery over the past week. If you missed the show or the opening night celebrations, you can catch bits and pieces over at Chad’s and Yoshi‘s blogs.
If you’ve been noticing us over at their building often these days, there’s good reason. Supposedly an Asian escort service lies hidden deep in this Koreatown labyrinth. Oh wait, that has nothing to do with the reason why we’re here a lot. I was just saying.
Johnny Punishment and MR44 are Asian, but would make terrible escorts. Bad dance partners and unwavering disposition.