This is Eric. Always nice to see Eric. Where's the holiday spirit? Smile! Hazy days! (makes no sense, I know, but he's stoned the fuck out, right?)
Looked at my backyard, and saw the snow had made a mockery of my summer days. This really doesn't do it justice, I mean, YOU CAN'T EVEN FUCKING SEE THE CANDY CANES. IT HAS CANDY CANES. Haitian Rhum. For measure. Then me and the homies hit up Johnny Rockets, on 56th Street (Old High School joint!), three days later on Sunday.
The Bounce is Back! The Bounce is Back! This time in Billyburg! With NINJA-FUCKING-SONIK. Here's a little memory recall on how the Bounces began, and how they go down: 40oz Bounce IV
Mark made this video. It's pretty fucking legit. BTW, Platform are throwing their Christmas warehouse party this saturday. We're all on deck (+ god knows whoever the fuck else). Free Booze, No Covers. Come out.
I'll be two decades older next year (WHOA), so I can't keep carrying these set of lies. I AIM TO BE A BETTER PERSON, I'm reaching TWENTY, man, TWENTY, 2-0. Let's leave this teen bullshit in the past, and move the fuck on, people. I don't ever lie, so this is almost digging through an inner Holy Grail:
#1. I REALLY hate beer (2000)
I never buy alcohol, so every time I'm out I depend on the friends around me to pass along, and the chicks I hang with have a strong affinity for BEER & LAGER. Anytime I'm handed a full can of Red Stripe, I always smile in gratitude, but if they could read my inner thoughts I'm damning them all to hell for keeping their Baileys to themselves and giving ME the fucking bitter booze. I love a 40 oz. Bounce, but beer tastes like SHIT. Any brand, flavour or kind.
#2."The last time I got shitfaced drunk, I was eleven"(2007)
Technically, this isn't exactly a lie - and it's for that reason, and that reason alone I've kept myself off booze since then (That's about 8 years), because to be honest, it's a) not exactly that appealing or 'hot' to be drunk off your head, and b) cost mad bread$£$£$£ - Until June of this year though, whilst walking home to the Tube station after some happy hour courtesy of the good people who run Platform (thanks, guys!), I was seeing triple, couldn't think logically, almost stumbled on that fucking skateboard that's been there for the past, what? 9 months? And was giggling to myself on the Central line wondering if anyone'd guess I was off my face? Half a cup of whiskey mixed with coke, that's all it took. Never again.
#3. I've taken my mom's Pericles belt, but told her she probably lost it(2008)
(This is a rough translation from French) Mom: I've had that belt for 20 years, I honestly can't believe I've lost it now, where could it possibly be? I've looked everywhere. You sure you haven't seen it? Me: Nope.Mom: Seriously. My favourite belt, and it went really well with [...stopped paying attention] Me: Well, If I knew, I'd be the first one to tell you. I'll look in the basement again tomorrow.Mom: Absolutely cannot believe it.
I do feel about about this one, because my mom is 'outta this world', but yeah HI MOM! I've got your belt in a suitcase, left in London. Sorry, yeah I had it all along, because it looks mad nice. I thought you'd forget about it by now, but since you keep mentioning it all.the.time, which adds on to my guilt, I'll bring it back. X
#4. Fashion (2005)
About 95 percent of my graduating class thought I'd end up in Art school, studying fashion design (BARF), truth is, I got off that since what could be passed as a Payless strap-on was selling out for triple figures (675$ For this shit? Bypass). I've still got my handsewn dresses I made 6 years ago, and great memories from Parsons, but FUCK THAT. Happy I ditched that. Style on the other hand, is a different (but long) story.
#5. Cats (2002)
I like to go on about how much I hate cats, and how gross they are, and how fun it must be to kick them 20 miles and hear the frantic fear in their sad sad little raspy voices; or throw water on them because they hate it, cats hate getting wet. BUT CAN ANYONE ACTUALLY RESIST THIS?
Hero 20'' Boys Low-Rider // $123 20'' Low-Rider with Spoke // $199 The Hundreds California Snapback // $23 THIS SHIT // $125 NY Rangers Snapback // $19 Mens Waxed Barbour Beaufort // $45 80s Buffalo Bills Tank Top // $4.95 Canadian Beer Tank (Top) // $5.95 Holyfield vs. Akinwande Shirt // $9.95 I'm gonna stop now, cause I'm broke as fuck. :*(
Favourite Line: "Feels so good to be a Crooklyn Dodger"
Favourite Line: "Now there she goes again, the dopest Ethiopian"
Favourite Line: "While we out here say the Hustler's prayer: if the game shakes me or breaks me I hope it makes me a better man, take a better stand, put money in my mom's hand, get my daughter this college grand so she don't need no man"
Favourite Line: "I'm still breaking these pebbles like Bam Bam"
Yep, I'm sure you've missed this one, but either way it was pretty great, I didn't get the chance to see Blood Orange because A) I'm not familiar with Lightspeed Champion, so my interest for that was pretty low and B) I left right after my hour and a half set cause I had classes the next day and I take my eight hours very very very seriously.
If you missed this one, come to the next Platform party! We're currently within planning talks, so I can't really tell you much, but it's gonna be fucking MAYJAH blud, booze DJs and all INNIT! We're turning ONE YEAR OLD TRICK, it's a must-come-to.
Are you following the presidential race? Not at all.
You’re not? You know there’s a Black guy running, Barack Obama and then there’s Hillary Clinton. His name is Barack?!
Barack Obama, yeah. Barack?!
Barack. What the fuck is a Barack?! Barack Obama. Where he from, Africa?
Yeah, his dad is from Kenya. Barack Obama?
Yeah. What the fuck?! That ain’t no fuckin’ name, yo. That ain’t that nigga’s name. You can’t be serious. Barack Obama. Get the fuck outta here.
You’re telling me you haven’t heard about him before. I ain’t really paying much attention.
I mean, it’s pretty big if a Black… Wow, Barack! The nigga’s name is Barack. Barack? Nigga named Barack Obama. What the fuck, man?! Is he serious? That ain’t his fuckin’ name. Ima tell this nigga when I see him, “Stop that bullshit. Stop that bullshit” [laughs] “That ain’t your fuckin’ name.” Your momma ain’t name you no damn Barack.
So you’re not following the race. You can’t vote right? Nope.
Is that why you’re not following it? No, because it’s just—it doesn’t matter. They’re gonna do what they’re gonna do. It doesn’t really make a difference. These are the last years.
But it would be pretty big if we had a first Black president. That would be huge. I mean, I guess…. What, they gon’ give a dog a bone? There you go. Ooh, we have a Black president now. They should’ve done that shit a long time ago, we wouldn’t be in the fuckin’ position we in now. With world war coming up right now. They done fucked this shit up then give it to the Black people, “Here you take it. Take my mess.”
Right, exactly. It’s all a fuckin’ setup. It’s all a setup. All fuckin’ bullshit. All bullshit. I don’t give a fuck about none of that.
We could have a female president also, Hillary Clinton. I mean, either way it doesn’t matter. I don’t care. No one person is directly affected by which president, you know, so what does it matter.
Yeah, but the country is. I guess. The president is a puppet anyway. The president don’t make no damn decisions.
The president…they don’t have that much authority basically? Nah, never.
But Bush pretty much… You think Bush is making fuckin’ decisions?
He did, yeah, he fucked up the country. He act like he making decisions. He could barely speak! He could barely fuckin’ speak! Can’t be serious. He ain’t making no damn decisions.
Well Barack has a good chance of winning so that might be something. Good for him, good for him.
We're all going to die.
Old School DMX Interview with Hot97's Funkmaster Flex. I heard DMX is still pretty much OD grimy in jail, punching jail guards in the face and shit.
I'm at CTRL+ALT+SHIFT's Unmasks Corruption exhibition this 5th of November since I've got a story illustrated by Woodrow Phoenix in their new comic book. Because I love illustrations, I'm getting pretty EXCITED about seeing the book (Ferry Gouw's in there as well, oh boy, oh boy!)
I don't know how these things work, I'll try not to be sloppy and shit and I'll take phone pics of cool people drinking champagne (if there is any).
Vice: How did you get involved in the project?Jason: We’d worked as a team in advertising and had both gone freelance afterwards. My friend John Dunning, who I’ve collaborated on pitches with before, asked me to do something for the CAS Unmasking Corruption project and suggested I collaborate with this writer from Haiti – but that would be silly when there’s so much violence and corruption in South Africa. So I phoned Kate and we got together to make a proper South Africa story.
Hahahahahhahahahahahahhahhahahahahahahaha, I like Jason Masters, he would've adapted my story pretty well I think. But, FUCK THAT, Woodrow Phoenix took it to the ballpark, awesome, awesome job.
My three months at home in 'rehab' have called it quits on me. It's loads of bullshit, and we all wished summer would last at least a month longer, but whateva - it was fun whilst it all lasted.
Final send-off happened in Harlem, with my homies at A.L.I.E.N NYC, and 'Van' (who's one massive dude, with amazing pot brownies). The 40oz Bounce Boys always do a great job at bringing all the dopest kids out, from the L.E.S, Brooklyn, and Harlem's very own. And that shit goes down every summer.
I love how ridiculous house parties with boozed up teens can get, but nothing is better than simulated sex positions, grinding to dancehall, and getting ear-raped by some Yuksek and Major Lazer. It's not a party until someone gets laid and something gets broken. Isn't this what summer is all about? FUCK YEAH.
I love music. I put up mp3s for aesthetical purposes only. that's only. They don't even last more than two weeks. plus how many heads do I have visiting this page anyway?? If you own the rights to these babies and you just ain't down with that, all ya need to do is ask, and ya shall receive. Simple. No confrontations, none of that shit. Just hit me up, and songs will be put down before y'know it. Easy. But...in contrast, if you want to send some music my way, please feel free, I love new music, new music is fun. Holla.
This is Eric. Always nice to see Eric. Where's the holiday spirit? Smile! Hazy days! (makes no sense, I know, but he's stoned the fuck out, right?)
Looked at my backyard, and saw the snow had made a mockery of my summer days.
This really doesn't do it justice, I mean, YOU CAN'T EVEN FUCKING SEE THE CANDY CANES. IT HAS CANDY CANES.
Haitian Rhum. For measure.
