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Friday, September 17, 2004
IT'S BEEN HOW LONG SINCE I POSTED HERE?

My bad.

Here, here's a pic of Trish.



w00t.

Also, more hot chick links than you can handle.

Now, onto other things.

-I only went to one day of Bumbershoot, since I had to go allllll the way from the ferry terminal to Seattle Center just to save a buck on a taxi (and in restrospect, I should have taken one or waited for the free shuttle to come since the monorail almost burned down.) I did walk by Flavor Flav so that was kinda cool.

I finally get in, get my ticket and immediately avoid the 4500 people who want you to register to vote. Reminder: next time staple your voting card to your forehead to avoid some of these annoying fuckers.

In order to kill some time (read: 5 hours before the Nas/P.E. concert) I checked out the b-boy battles in the Fisher Pavillion. I didn't get too many shots, but there were some dope dancers, including an all-girl group that kicked ass. There were quite a few all-Asian crews which reminded me of all the Filipino kids breakin' back in high school.

After the performance I immediately ran over to Memorial Stadium so I could wait in line like a good little sheep. An hour and some change later, we were finally herded in (but told not to run!) so we could sit and wait some more. At least we had some crazy black lady SCREAMING her head off at Griff and one of PE's management to let her backstage (they did eventually, finally getting her to shut up.)

At 7 p.m. the master of ceremonies came on out and we finally get on with the performances:

Byrdie - A local cat that came out and did his thing. Usually most of the locals who are in the hip-hop scene here are transported from Cali so they do that gangsta shit or they're fakes who wanna be in a gang and do that hardcore shit, but he was actually good. What's even nicer is this is catching on with people, which means locals like him, Grayskul, Vitamin-D, Jake One and the Lifesavas get some pub (and do more beats for underground and some mainstream acts.)

Massive Monkees - Or should I say AWARD WINNING Massive Monkees. Hey, winning the first ever world b-boy championship is a big goddamn deal, so check them out. They were really good too.

Public Enemy - OH HELL YEAH

This time, they came out with a band along with the DJ and when they put up the banner 10 minutes before they came on it got a huge pop and oh... I sound like some lovesick 13 year old gushing about her fav boy band, but if PE comes to your town, GO. Use whatever money you have laying around to buy a ticket and GO. It will be well worth your dollar.

The best part was when Chuck dragged none other than Bushwick Bill on stage (and I later found out that he did a show on the night before Bumbershoot started) to say hi and shit. Chuck then proceeded to tell us how Flav and Bill drive together down in LA.

"If I saw y'all driving, I would pull my car over and seriously bug the fuck out," Chuck said. If there is an exec reading this out of sheer boredom, MAKE THIS A REALITY SHOW. Flava Flav and Bushwick Bill together. The UCR scale would be obliterated.

By the time Nas came on I was done. My feet were killing me so I went in the stands to rest. Of course when he came on the crowd went crazy. I got about seven songs into his performance before some dumbass dropped his cigarette on some plastic covering the dugout where the high school teams sit. Enough people ran over to pull the cover away and put the fire out, but there were a few seconds when I thought Oh shit. If enough people notice, then we're gonna have a stampede.

After that, I knew it was time to go. I copped the T-shirt, grabbed the shuttle and headed back to the ferry, where it was revealed the last ferry left at 10 to 1.

It was 10:40.

Ever try to kill two hours in a ferry terminal while it's being remodeled? Not fun. I got home at 2:30 and promptly fell asleep. The next day I could hardly walk, so I ended up skipping the Pixies. I'm sure I'll regret it later, but I do need to walk, so there.

The pics I have are pretty shitty, so no performance for you. Maybe on the roll still in the camera, but that will have to wait until something important happens --- which means it'll be about six months or so, unless I get really bored.

-Holy CRAP!

-"Pretty uneventful day today. Although one older man, upset about some things, did ask when the best time to blow up our store would be."

My poor brother. Monday while driving to a shoot for Trading Spaces over in Seattle, he slides on a oil patch and puts his car in the ditch. He wasn't going fast or anything, but the SPD apparently thought he was being reckless, so he wrote him a $125 ticket.

Then, tonight, after he came over to say hi, his right front axle gave out not 15 feet from our house and his tire came off. Apparently the accident from the ditch did more damage than he thought.

So we're out there directing traffic, my dad is smoking a cigarette and my mother is freaking out. Pretty goddamn funny, epecially when the ambulance came by: "Anyone hurt?" "No." "OK." *drives off*

I'm sure it won't be fun when he has to try to figure out how to pay for it (since his wife won't get a job and has told my mother that she doesn't WANT to find a job. Apparently her dearly departed mother didn't work a day in her life when she was married, so why should she?)

So the moral to this story kids is DON'T FUCKING GET MARRIED. Or if you already are and she's halfway decent, tell her you value her above all else. If you're thinking about it, either live with each other for a year or take marriage counseling. You will save a lot of time, trouble and legality, not to mention heartbreak, suffering and shotgun shells.

OK, enough ranting. I'll try to go find something exciting to do so I can liven this thing up, or else it's more posts about what I bought or sports or some emotional trauma I'm going through, and no one wants that.



But the hot chick links will still be around. Bet on it. :)

etch-a-sketched by john at 12:56 AM