Chief.

the very recent passing of my grandfather

has hit me like a ton of bricks.

i have words but i don't know how to get

them out. i have things i want to say but i

can't form my mouth.

rest peacefully, grandpa. rest peacefully.

the airport.

if for no other reason, i love it bc people watching
there is the bests shit on earth.

my brother & i have made our way back up to
philly for a heartbreaking situation, a situation
i'd rather not get into right at this moment, and
yesterday while waiting for our early bird flight
outta miami we sat & watched. we sat & watched
some of the most interesting, annoying, funny, good,
odd, & ridiculous looking people walk through life.


men, explain some thing to me: when was the memo
sent that rockin' linen capris was A-OK for grown ass
men to wear? also, was it in that same missing memo
that wearing white ones w/no draws was the business
as well? i dunno, i am just curious.


ladies, listen i am all for looking good at all times & shit
but you're flying....& walking...through an airport & the
idea that 6 inch heels works for that is lost on me.
completely lost. if you didn't have an ass before you
put them on, the 6 inch lift will not give you one.


i got more shit to say but bare with me here, i'm on
the road & i gotta handle some things. i'll pick up on
this mess later.



-fresh.

"i'm looking for money"

this was what barney & the bk king told me last night

whilst they were hanging out of a scion listening to house

music.

at first, i am thinking "yo, i gotta take a picture of this bc

no one is gunna believe this fucking story." and then

once they come to a complete stop in the middle of traffic

on collins in front of me & my peoples and hit their flashers,

i am thinking "yo, i gotta take a picture of this bc no one is

gunna believe this fuckin' story about how the 4 of us got

held up & riddled w/rounds from an AK by fuckin' Barney & the BK

King."

in all honesty, & i bullshit you not here folks, for a good

5 mins i thought my life was about to end. that shit was

funny & creepy & scary & all that shit rolled into one.

especially when we asked Barney where they fuck he was

headed & he tells us he's "looking for money." was that like

a sexual proposal? like "hey you need your dick sucked? hey

how's that clit feeling? them titties look like they need suckin'."

and the whole while the ridiculously energetic driver is laughing

& giving us the up down and the BK King is dead ass silent

just nodding his head. when i tell you these dudes were decked
the fuck out, i mean those get-ups had to have cost bread.
ridiculous.

only on south beach, yo. only on fuckin' south beach.

-fresh.

SOME of the music that has made me.

A Tribe Called Quest: my first ever hip hop album was People's Instinctive Travels and the Paths of Rhythm. the album was released in '90, but i wasn't blessed with it until i was the ripe old age of 9 years old, in 1995. my uncle's friend gave it to me because he was not a fan & his cousin gave it to him as a birthday gift years back. personally, i think People's should be every child's first hip hop album. it gives you a different side of hip hop that, as luck would have it, i end as an adult completely & totally wrapped in. you are able to see that these cats were working on a mind set that was 180 from the others in the game. forever & ever, People's & Tribe will be classics.

Nasir Jones [aka Nas]: i know everyone has there favorite emcee & their reasons why but nas did something to my life yo. i was 12 yrs old when i first heard Illmatic. i don't know if you understand what it's like to be 12 years old & find yourself emerced in some shit that ill, pun not intended. i was never your typical ass kid. i had to grow up super quick to take over my sibilings. i was working in a 12 yr old body w/a 30 yr old state of mind. nas freed me. i could release w/this dude spitting over some of the sickest premo joints ever. nas was & still remains one of the reasons i write.

Robert Nesta Marley [aka Bob Marley]: my appreciation for this man is absurd; shit is borderline insane. holla when you get your favorite artist tat'd on your inner bicep. i truly & honestly believe with 100000% of every fiber in my being that if the entire world had some Bob in their life, a lot of this useless violence & hate towards each other would cease. Bob, while getting fucked by the american music scene for a long time. [see: Eric Clapton's weeks in the top due to Bob's "I shot the sheriff"], never let go. His life was difficult, he used that for the positive & we lost an amazing man way too early in life. Legend is some shit you pop in when you're heading home & you know that rush hour is about to be a bitch. Bob soothes you; mind, body & soul. Bob will forever live on, if thru no one else, thru me.

Wu-Tang Clan: where the fuck do i even start with these dudes?do i break them down individually? nah but while most of them held their own, some failed [see: U-God]. the Wu has been a symbol of what it was to love hip hop, what it was to be hip hop, what it was to try some odd shit out & hope it worked. you didn't need a tag to throw up once the "W" was introduced to us in '93 w/ Enter the Wu (36 Chambers). wu gave me an outlet for the anger i had in me when i was young. i was an angry ass child for a few good reasons & listening to wu-tang gave me the ability to release that negative energy in a positive way. even now, i let the wu release that shit for me....my work out playlist is heavy w/the wu.



i could go on all day but these are the people that i hold in the highest regard when it comes to music & my life. i love & appreicate all hip hop, jazz, soul, r&b, all that shit...minus any fucker who puts a lil,young, or eezy in front or of behind their name.


please feel free to post some of your influences. speak your mind on some of the influences i threw up here.



[you don't need a blog to post comments, anyone can post on here.]


enjoy, yo.





-fresh.

this is the life i lead.

so, last night i go for some drinks & dinner w/a friend.
it was early when we parted ways
so i headed over to my best friend's house.


J's all "i am tired but i wanna go out."
and i'm all "i am down for whatever."


so whatever it was. we headed out to
south beach to our usual sunday night
spot: Fat Tuesdays.


it was straight. same people. same drinks.
same music. it was chill but we had a blast.
[shouts to our new buddy chris by the way.]


so we head home around 2-2:30 in the a.m.
cool, i work best off of little to no sleep anyways
so i am all for living life & shit. i get my car from
J's house & roll out. i popped in the 2nd disc from
the J.Dilla discography & i'm fuckin' chhiiilllliiiinnn'.


long story & all the useless street names & turns short,
i am at a red light w/ some car creepin' up next to me.
i think nothing of it bc everyone creeps this time of
the morning around the way bc the cops are out in
full force....a few lights up i finally turn to peep who's
in the car & please, don't front like no matter how
hard you try, you ALWAYS have to see who's in the
car next to you. well, it was an ex of mine. an ex who
did ya girl SUPER dirty style & i don't even mean in a
positive way. we make eye contact & well he sped off.
he had his girl in the car & we all know what an akward
scene that would've been.


see this all could've been cool with ending right there
bbbuuuuttttt, it was just the start. so we hit EVERY
SINGLE FUCKIN' LIGHT from there on out. there
is no getting away from each other. & it's at this moment,
once we've hit the 8th light together that i realize "hey,
she lives in my neighborhood? does she? why do i feel
some kind of way about this?" so aight, ain't shit i can
do but play like i am too fuckin' cool for my own good
& speed off. WELL, a lot of good that did me when the light
turned yellow & i had to skid to a fuckin' stop bc of the
police officer chillin' on the street. right about now, i am
looking like the BIGGEST dbag [douche bag] ever. but
again, whatevs, i'm too cool for live at this moment in time.


we proceed & he cuts me off as to ensure i don't see his
girl. not that i much care bc i mean, aye do you but let's
be mature about this. [ha, yah right.] he doesn't want me
to see where they're goin' so he turns into a store & i go about
my marry way...........that is until i see red & blue lights & hear
the dreaded "beep beep".

yes, i was pulled over RIGHT IN FRONT of my neighborhood.
longer story short, she looked me out & lied for me to cut me
a break. i gots to pay no $$ or show up anywhere pleading
guilty or not. 45 mins into my swat team fun, guess who pulls
up in front of my car to turn into my neighnorhood? uh huh, you
are correct sir; the ex & his lady.

i am a weird for feeling some kind of way knowing he's dating a
girl who lives in my community & could very well be my next
door or a few doors down neighbor? no, i am not weird.....i am
human.






really, i am not too sure why it is these things happen to me
when i am alone w/no back up or witness' but it does. it happens
more often then not & i'd like to think you're all pretty jealous of
this life i lead.




-fresh.

lutha.

happy born day, Luther Vandross.
rest peacefully my man, rest peacefully.

-fresh.

friday night.

i drank chivas regal on the rocks....times 8.

yes, it's true. i might just be a drunk.

been a long time, i shouldn't have left you.

but i did, so get over it.





in all honesty, i'm horrible at this daily or
even weekly up-keep of a blog. i guess i
am not cool enough or whatthefuckever.










IN MUSIC NEWS..........


i'd like to give a public apology to joe budden.
i didn't much care for you at all, HOWEVER,
after having Padded Room on repeat for the
past 2 weeks in my car....foot meet mouth.
you, sir, are not that bad. i'd even go as far
as sayin' you're pretty fuckin' ill.




also, while i have always been a jada fan, he's
failed me this time. completely failed me. it's ok
because i'm here for him 'til the end but i mean..
yah....fail.


Rock The Bells is coming !!
i am [ ] this close to making my way to
NYC this year for it. i go to miami's every year
but we don't get the entire line up, NYC does.
last year, i was fucked outta erykah & the roots.
anyways, my point is this;
peep this line up & keep an eye out for the dates
& ticket sales near you. or hey, if wanna come down
to miami, i'm all for meeting random ppl from the
interwebz in public places. random people who share
the same superb taste is music as i do.

visit www.guerillaunion.com for the complete line up & dates.

-fresh.