I got a lot of material to go over that’s been submitted for this blog, along with a lot of
shoes shows to do, so I haven’t had much time to do anything lately. Basically, I know about everything going on locally in hip-hop, even when these people don’t think I know. And even though I didn’t post anything since the 4th, we actually got even more traffic than normal. How that happens? I dunno. I don’t know who the hell is checking this website for stuff. A lot of the comments I get on this website I don’t even read anymore, because for every 1 real one there are 3 robots trying to steal my credit card info. However you regulate all of that, beats me. I don’t want to spend my time doing that anyway.
Rant #1 – Quincy Mass is the shit.
I went up there last weekend to rock a show with for the Heddshotts crew, met some real people, and had an even better than usual set. I thought I’d blather on about it for a few minutes.
First thing I noticed is how much more receptive the audience was up in Mass compared to CT. We’re talking a two hour drive away, and the audience is WAY more hype. Granted, I’ve gotten a lot of love at Sully’s, but the reception I got for my music up in Quincy was astounding. Not to toot my own horn. What I’m trying to get across is that, basically, Connecticut doesn’t really give a shit. I’ve been doing sets in CT for years, and even close friends, and people… it’s all lax, like, if I catch you, I’ll catch you. And getting in front of an audience that doesn’t expect you… I’ve gotten good press, etc., and I’m not trying to be shitty to you, CT based fans… but the amount of hype I got , just two hours away… step your game up.
Rant #2 – Feeling sick on stage
So Quincy got some good food nahmsayin… I ate this Steak and Cheese sandwich that was like, butter in the sun… you know? BANGIN. I ate it at about 6… but for some reason, when I was on stage, I felt like I was going to puke the whole time. Now because I busted a fat nut up in my wife last year, I can’t always stick around for shows like I want to and generally have to bounce to take care of my son. C-Rayz came through, I dapped him and got a cd from him, then I was out. I couldn’t catch him perform but I’m certain he torn it down. Anyway, I get in the car feeling sick as a dog, and it’s fucking with my internal temperature and shit. I started feeling hot on some random highway out there… then cold. Then hot again. I started sweating. About half an hour out, with these wack you’re-gonna-eventually-puke coughs, I found some rest area. I hopped out of the whip in the Massachusetts backwoods somewhere off some highway, I don’t even know. My head was spinning. The entire rest-stop smelled of the piss of a thousand Irish-Catholic drunks. I puked my guts out Ebola style. I’M A FUCKING ROCK STAR. Got back in the whip feeling like 1,000 bucks and sped home.
Rant #3 – Some chick showed me her tits on the highway
So I still got the taste of vomit in my mouth, and there’s this car that keeps passing me, then I pass this car, and repeat ad nausea. That shit annoys me. But then I got kinda sketched out… again, because of GPS technology, I don’t really know where the fuck I’m at, and I’m not really paying too much attention to that shit anyway nahmsayin. The car slows way the fuck down and I pass it again, then it gets behind me. I got a full tank of unleaded, and I’m starting to get kinda freaked out, but the 06 Impreza has some pick up and since I just fueled I didn’t really care. Suddenly this car flashes it’s lights at me, so I hit the gas. Now I’m doing 85 in a 65, just trying to get the fuck away from the car. Then the car gets in the left lane again to pass me. I’m thinking there’s a chance someone could pop shots or something, but I doubted it. A light pops on suddenly and some fat chick has her shirt up, and she’s pressing her fat tits against the window and laughing, and then they speed up and get back and front of me. The light goes off. They slow down, way down, and I got into the fast lane and gunned it around them. They must’ve slowed way the fuck down or turned off because I didn’t see them again.
There was no point to me writing any of this…
I’m pleased to have been involved on this project. It was a pretty dope mixtape drop to have, considering I now share a discography with great artists like PA’s, dUece, White Chedder, BC Connect… the list goes on. Actually, the list goes on below, since I’ve included a track list and a FREE DOWNLOAD LINK directly from the Aeon Audio/ CT Hip-Hop server. FULL BLAST!
Also, I never met him, but RIP LIGHTA.
Official track list:
Just wanted to jot this out real quick for you. This website hasn’t been updated in what feels like forever, though it’s only been 9 days. I had hoped, at this point, that there would be other bloggers to help me run it, but as of right now it’s a one man show. I’m back, after losing power, catching a flu, and being a parent to my son, as well as getting my record label, Aeon Audio, off the ground. This life I chose isn’t easy, but who the hell wants an easy life anyway? That’s for pussies.
As I’ve stated, this is supposed to be an open venue for all CT Hip-Hop artists. Not just myself. Journalism, or blogging, or whatever you want to consider this, is a niche thing. So, CT Hip-Hop is back… I’ve recovered from the snow in October BS.
If you’re reading this and you can write, and want to check out some free shows and shit, hit me up at the Submit Something link at the top… or click the link here. Whatever is clever. You would be a part of something bigger, and you’d be helping making a community stronger. Take pride in that. On with the shoe.
This is a special event; I’m performing with my brother Joey, which I didn’t get to do at our last show… I’m also excited to rock for a PA crowd: all good people. Besides that, I have 10 copies of my album, Mind Flex, aside for this event. I’ll be selling them, but 100 percent of that money is going to be my donation for PA’s van. So if you pay 10 bucks for a CD, they get 10 bucks for a CD. Simple like poppin’ pimples on blind cripples.
Just for good measure, right here is a copy of Mind Flex for you to check out, thanks to ReverbNation, which I don’t really use, because it’s sloppy, like this run on sentence.