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"What do we do? Oh, we're independent film producers"

The Fuckin' Vibes, Man!

Yo, have you seen Les Maitres Fous? This video reminds me of it. White people are just as wacky as the non-whites they exoticise is the message.

Yo, you hear that vibraphone riffing? That's the fucking hotness. I think that being a great musician is a little like being a great dresser. There's rules in both, but only if you know the rules can you effectively break them. At about 3:30 in this video, the vibraphoner starts messing up and getting a little sloppy - kind of like that suceesful guy who can rock a paisley tie with a polka dot shirt - not cause it matches, but cause he knows it don't and he gon' do it anyway.

New Forms of Laughter

I was linked to this picture through emusic, the record store I go to since the locals NEVER HAVE ANY-FUCKING-THING NEW IN THEIR FUCKING STORES!!! (but that's beside this point).

I was looking at the emusic page for Tony D's "Droppin' Funky Verses" (dope) and they offer a link to Flickr images that have been tagged with the name of the artist - in this case, Tony D. There are a lot of pictures on Flickr of guys named Tony D attending conferences and wearing pleated khakis - more pictures of these types of guys than the recently deceased New Jersey based golden age rapper and producer.

The title on the picture is "Brooke and a very sweaty Tony". This out of context combo of discovery made me burst into a cackle that sounded cruel. But funny.

I Am The Juicy Fried Chicken Muthafuckin' OG

Never forget? Fuck you never forget! Never forget me, the most down ass homey to grace that fucking restaurant's doorway. Yeah I ate the four piece meal with nasty fries. Yeah it wasn't as good as Church's. Yeah, I used to binge on some greazy chicken after getting my hair cut at Alfredo's Trendy Hair Designs next door. Yeah Alfredo was Filipino and all his kids and nieces and nephews went to St. Pats up the street and he had pictures of the Backstreet Boys torn from the pages of Bop magazines framed on the multi-coloured walls of his salon. Yeah I was one of the first in line of the middle class hip white kids to gentrify Main Street, by buying organic produce at the IGA and kicking it at the Biltmore back when it was hotel lounge upstairs and Prince Rupert-themed nightclub downstairs. Remember $1 beers and pizza at Pizza Express? Remember Kabul Market and Video Update's 99 and 50 cent Tuesdays? Remember the Lido when it wasn't a fucked up art/retirement project? Remember that torn down building on Broadway and Prince Edward (now it's a condo) that was an empty lot and had three guys clocking the stoop, drinking Bull Max? Remember how when they fenced that in, those dudes just moved to the bus stop instead?

Yeah, I still rock my yellow OG Juicy Chicken shirt on the regular. I'll never forget because that is my fucking shit, 1997 - 2000.

You wanna talk about waiting for the #8 (Southbound) or #9 (Westbound) bus at Fraser and Broadway 1992-1996, I'm here for you as well.

You can buy the shirt here for $27, but you better know what it is that you're never forgetting first.

DANGER!!

http://www.tittaycitay.com/

Don't click on that link. It will make your penis get stiff and sore. You will get pup-tent madness. You've peeped that link before and I think you should know better by now. You will get mega-rise from pics of that girl, and that girl, and that girl, and that girl...

Particularly now.