Normal Service Resumed
Well, the no alcohol detox lasted till Saturday afternoon. Thats pretty damn good for me, so three cheers for… wait, fuck that. All attempts to write a track this weekend with Enlish and Longusto failed miserably after one too many cans, and I reverted back to type by maxing out on the PS3 till the early hours. Just need them to get round to releasing Pro Evo 7 and my life is over. In a good way (Not that the missus will see it that way).
Cut the bullshit Fantana - where are the links? I hear you say. Well, having been either out of Brighton or out of my tree for the majority of the past two days, you could say I’ve been slack. Survival of the hardly working is the name of the game, but I’ve still got a couple of tasty treats that you may or may not have seen. First up, that dude over at Crooklyns Classics has knocked up a dope Show & AG mixtape, so head over there if that tickles your pickle. Secondly, I’ve got to give props to my man Respek BA - one of, if not the illest battle emcees in the country, and although the opposition lacks a certain je ne sais quoi, head to Jumpoff TV for his match up with a rather beleaguered journalist from Arena Magazine. I haven’t got a clue how old this clip is, so my apologies if you’ve all seen it and once again I’m the slowest kid on the block…
Finally, next Saturday sees the launch day for the 2007 Brighton Hip Hop Festival. Not to get it twisted with the live day - this is indoors at the Salis Benney Theatre in Brighton from 3pm till 8, and will feature a load of live acts, b-boys, beatboxers, and will generally provide a little taster for the programme of events that will be taking place down in the BN this summer. Yes, I know they’ve vacantly overlooked the fact that Saturday is FA Cup Final day, but there’s plenty of pubs round the venue that’ll be showing it, so no excuses. None, ya get me? Click here to find out the real deal. What am I? Some kind of reporter? Pssh.
Right - in the immortal words of Alexander Graham Bell, inventor of the modern telephone and all round clever clogs, “Thats ya fucking lot. Clear off.” He did… honestly.
