bully catches a bad one

this blog has become more something i do when i don't have anything else to do, so it may seem that i am having loads of fun doing all kinds of neat things everyone else wishes they were doing. i am not saying that is not true, but i AM saying that "being lazy" qualifies as something to do, therefore, whatever that means, henceforth, i only blog when there is NOTHING else to do. i have even been reading lately. not archie comics, i guess, is what i mean by "reading".

yesterday i finally got a workout in, a "save the guns" program started by myself, where i am the only sponsor and participant in the sack race during the "fun day fundraiser" that i threw up here in the attic in brussels where i am currently staying. i did 3 sets of pushups and then 3 sets of chair dips and 3 more sets of push ups and then 3 more sets of chair dips. then i did some sets of lifting/extending type things with a small crate of records. then i did some more push ups. i didn't do any ab stuff because my homey in the room below, pablo, was chillin and i didn't want him to think i was masturbating furiously from the creaking floorboards as i did sit ups, though he might have already been thinking that after hearing the grunting and pacing about that occurs during both my workout AND masturbatory routines. the whole time i was exercising i was watching "a bully gets his ass kicked" type footage on youtube after gino showed me this clip, which is pretty gawl damn amazing. this is the short version, basically the shirtless kid talks SO MUCH shit, while sleeveless kid says that he doesn't want to fight. this beatdown is seriously incredible, dude picked the wrong kid to fuck with. watch!!!!



i went and hung with a hip hop group from belgium, probably the best one in this area, called L.E.G. (we played with them the other night) and smoked like 3 dubs with the producer homey who doesn't speak english and had a rousing chat with the MC about music and hip hop and rap and hopefully convinced him that he should def do a rap over the beat we christened "the miami song" and maybe even to let me sing my painful-to-the-ear R & B hook over it. well, maybe not that part, but yo, you should def fuck with that song you guys!! hopefully i will get to record a verse on the one they had picked out for me, which was fuckin killer, their main producer is a monster, and the MC is really, really wicked.

i rode through the streets on the back of my homeboy's scooter which was super fun and terrifying at the same time. he shouted back to ask me if i felt safe, and i said i did, and that was right before we came to an intersection that seemed to have 9 things converging at once, like, a motorcycle, a car, a bus, an old lady with shopping bags, a horse, a trolley, a tram, an above-ground metro car, all current members of Los Lobos, a fruit stand, a milk truck, and a military tank. somehow he guided us through it all without dumping me off. fortunately, i was kind of drunk on the way back so i could block out all that stuff.

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part 2: more travels

trying to think of all that has happened worth mentioning, i got pics and videos and stuff, let's see what we can do here .... in no particular order ....

- drank absinthe with gino on my 30th birthday in brussels. we decided there wasn't any wormwood in it so we would not get all crazy, etc. had a couple glasses, went home, hit a spliff a few times, and then went to bed since i had been pretty sick with a nasty cold. i swear i had the most fucked up in-and-out-of-sleep waking nightmares/visions for a while, to the point of me being like "there had to be SOMETHING in dat shiiiii" and in the morning i looked up the brand and they def had wormwood up in that bitch. gino didn't seem to trip off it, but i am half his size and sick and weak and probably drunker so, ya know, whatever. one dream was trying to pour water in this baby's mouth and i just couldn't do it. side note: the baby belonged to my homegirl missy thangs. she don't got no baby in real life, tho. aw man, weird omen? i swear i am not the father. (haha, just fucking with you, kiddo, you not even reading this.)

- show in The Hague was cool, this couple could not stop making out and i fucked with them a bunch, danced on them and got all up in their shit ... their passion could not be quelled. here is a vid of me blowing a loud ass horn right in their fuckin heads and not getting a reaction at all:



i need to stress how loud that horn was, you can see a guy in the crowd look screw-faced from it as i creep away, i guarantee you could hear that shit across the whole venue even with music blasting.

we played with the homeys schlachtofbronx from Munich and they were the shit and they got an EP out now with my homey spoek mathambo and you can download a rad mix of that shizz for free:

belly full of pills mix

- one weird thing is that in Tilburg, both gino and i ran into friends from back home, both randomly. we were at the train station looking for our driver and gino looked on this one platform and came upon a girl he knew from LA, apparently a good old friend. she came and kicked it with us for a bit.

then, outside the after party for the festival, we are getting ready to leave at one point (we end up coming back for too damn long), i hear this girl yell "jose huevos!!" which i am not triping on (the "jose" part) because who the fuck really knows me out here, but the way they yell it sounds too american ... turns out it is this girl i know from carrboro, north carolina! we aren't super tight or anything but we have danced together at several parties and always got along. it was too crazy for us to both run into people like that in a town that i can't say that i have ever really heard of before. she had a friend with her from greensboro who knew a lot of people that are friends of mine, it was cool to be plastered in a bar so far from home, with this guy 10 feet away, talking about all types of NC shit.

okay, peace for now, kids.

huevos out.

some travels

so i was in europe exactly this same time last year. bout to turn 30 out here which raises those "what in the fuck am i doing with my life?" type thots but also makes me feel like i am "doing it" whatever the fuck it is.

i think my album TREASURE BATH comes out on the 20th.

right now i am in an attic room thing in a tall house-thing in brussels and trying to get started on the blog game again in the hopes that i will keep this up but based on how motivated i am to do this (not much) we'll see how it goes. some really rad folks put us up. we play in the netherlands tomorrow and then back to brussels and then back to the netherlands. and then back to the beach with annette funicello or however the fuck you spell that, go mickey mouse club, eat skippy. what?

the show in paris last nite at glazart was fun, i met a girl who knew L in Japanese when he was out here, the homeys Comic Strip (not linking everything like i used to, if you care, you will find shit) opened up and killed it, uptempo beats with some electro vibe to it so i didn't feel weird about going next. blew the plug for my vocal effector during soundcheck so i had to do a straight up "i'm a rapper" set (since i don't have any of my disco lights, either) which was a welcome change from my usual antics. the shirt came off for the last song but more for ceremonial reasons (?) than anything else. subtitle came right through after me and provided crazy bass as per usual.

here are dudes in the "fake" outside since some of these plants are plastic and what not, this picture is called "nature locs" by me because clearly we are nature locs. we listen to tone loc and talk about bushes and leaflets and rocks.



i filmed videos and stuff of backstage nonsense but i did it on a better video setting and they are just too big to post on this durn things so maybe i try to do some smaller sized ones.

so we stayed in a nice hotel room that had, like, one towel but a full set of dishes and a dishwasher and nice looking furniture and a view of the eiffel tower that was obstructed by buildings and grey clouds so it kind of just looked like some diesel cell phone tower or some alien outpost thing thing. the balcony sloped down and the shower was a slippery death slide but it was a room and not a couch, tho, big shouts to the homey Sax for taking me in and letting me eat tomatoes and bread at his house for a day and a half. good luck with the ID thing.

last anecdote: we get on the train to brussels, some lady with way too many kids that all seem to be the same age, i.e., too young to be on this fuckin train, is spread with her brood across our seats and another and is tripping and wont move and some other lady pretty pleases us to just sit somewhere else, which ends up not being terrible, but principle is principle or whatever, i'm sayin, them tickets is not cheap at ALL so gimme my shit, fuck your kids. sorry to all the "too many kid mommies" out there, but dont sit in my seat, sit in the one YOU paid for. sorry, i'm sweaty and tired from my ball and chain. (see last paragraph)

so we get to the train station which happens to be of the same name as the metro station we are supposed to meet our ride at. our phones are not working for various crev circumstances we do not understand. after 30 minutes of not knowing what the fuck to do, i convince some nice flemmish ladies to let me make a local call on their cell phone, while a certain rapper i may or may not be on tour with is 10 feet behind me, smoking a J of some killer chronic with a pair of slick looking latino dudes who got beers and a lot of questions for the jovial fella they are blazing with. the flemmish lady meanwhile is not very good at french or english and is having a tough time communicating with caroline (our friend who is scooping us), and said flemmish lady's friend just seems very disappointed with me. we realize that we are supposed to go to the METRO station of the same name, directions i basically ignored when i saw the name of the train station. we figure it out and make it to the place.

i might add that i am SPENT from rolling this gigantic suitcase around that apparently has some safety razors, a bottle of shampoo and a bottle of conditioner, some jeans, and the 95 t shirts i brought. gino has a colossal duffel bag right now the size of a baby elephant and the 2 of us are straight bearing crosses across the land. one of my wheels is slowly breaking, as is my will.