12ozProphet

Yesterday on my way home after a meeting, my wife called me to tell me Michael Jackson died. I was really surprised by this news. Once I hung up few blocks from home, I started to pay attention to people around and I realized that everybody had a conversation about MJ. From the taco truck to the palestinians at the bodega, the fixie hipsters to the polish bakery girls, the wall street girls almost crying in her black berry to my super, everybody was in disbelief. That’s where I realized how huge of an impact MJ had on many generations and countries. Remember he sold more than a hundred million copies of Thriller worldwide! Me and my brother got from my aunt the Thriller tape for christmas 1982 and spent countless morning hours dancing in pajama’s next to the family boom-box. Rest in peace MJ!

We have been blasting the last Mos Def for the past few weeks and the more I listen to it the more I am diggin’ it. The mighty Mos is back to his level of 1999.
Here is a dope track he did with Slick Rick produced by Madlib. Adam G are you listening?

Lovely Brooklyn liquor store window.

KEO, your clash was good…Here is the song to call the carpenter…YEs it’s more G-funk than auto tune but it sounds already better than T-Pain

Mr Carter does it again. Sick lyrics to retire one of the most embarrassing trend in rap history. Notice when he sings completely out off the melody between his bars to reinforce his statement. Sound his mad bootleg but well worth it.Great beat as well.

Heavy Metal was happening in the 80s in France like everywhere in the World. However It never reached out the point where hordes of wild teenagers hang out high and drunk in parking lots like in the US. It was pretty much a super small subculture. Here is what the album covers and demo tapes looked like in the land of Napoleon and Daft Punk. Still fresh of the Xerox and airbrush in the basement…Bootleg Anthrax welcome!

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Last Sunday I went to my boy Chris wedding’s brunch in Central Park. I went to the Union Square Station to catch the C to 72nd Street. When I arrived on the platform I see this hood kid (barely 20 years old) with his little girl sitting inside a huge Escalate toy. It was so out of context that I straight told the dude his car was dope and that I would love to take some flicks. The kid had that mean “don’t fuck with me face” but was cool about me taking some flicks. I asked him how he brought that big ass toy inside and he simply told me: “with the elevator”. The best part is when he actually pushed the car inside the C train and at the same time blocked a full door with it. He went up to 72nd Street not giving a damn about the pile of tourists trying to squeeze in at Time Square station. He was giving that “Mobb Deep Juvenile Hell” look to any body trying to tell him he was retarded to bring that ugly toy inside the train. Another great New York minute!