Wednesday, September 16, 2009

New York Shit, Part 2

Been a while...

Yes, this is the OG TV pilot. Crazy.

BoxTalk '95...turn this all the way up...much gems dropped.

Holy shit...Pang in '89.

Monday, September 14, 2009

Papa a rollin' stone forreal...

Official video to the iTunes bonus track. You should already know. I can't stress how much I wish this was on my CD version as the closer.

This Thursday...

Chock full-o-GOODS.
Click on the flyer for full-blown visual orgasm.

The month hits its 3rd Thursday again...and the sky is slapped with the Bat-signal...
Come to IDENTITY Bar to save your ears, mind, body, and soul from the typical Top-40's fluff these other DJ's force down into your system.

-Music starts at 8pm
-Thursday, September 17
-$5 (Quality Liquor) Drink Specials ALL NIGHT
-I, Geng-Grizzly, will be serving more of that freshness...alongside some of my talented friends.
-Expect a grand mix of old school Soul, Funk, Hip Hop, Dancehall, and some other tastiness. 
-No Dress Code
-@ IDENTITY BAR, 511 East 6th Street (bet. Aves A & B), NYC
Hope to see some old and new faces!  My crates have been growing tremendously over the last weeks.

Tuesday, September 8, 2009

Purple Tuesday

OB4CL2 ...sold out...'nuff said.  See you at the album release party in an hour...PEACE.

Monday, September 7, 2009

Gunday Monday... at PTP...even on Labor Day, our guns work.

Well...generally, Monday's the start of the "regular work week"...which means often hitting your alarm clock and contemplating on whether or not to end things right then and there with one easy squeeze (either for yourself or perhaps for someone else during your commute or at the workplace). But honestly, I'm not with the whole suicide thing (nor homicide for that matter).

If you really must know, I think suicide is strictly for cowards, especially if you are considering this as an option beyond your teen years...because, sure, as a high school kid, you've probably hit some new, seemingly infinite pain in your growth (mentally/emotionally, and yes, physically) which might have led you to think up some dumb, extreme stuff...but as an adult, you're simply just a weak dickhead.  So instead of putting that God-U to your domepiece, watch some dope videos that do the task for you (or at least flash 'nuff biscuits to appease one's appetite for this type of (now) rare, visual delicacy).

This is also an ode to how things used to be, raw. Before you could log on to some Internet website, when things weren't as heavily policed on daytime music television.  Where MTV was the only channel scared of the backlash to the point of blurring out the 40-Oz. bottles, blunts/drugs, and of course, gun play. This meant that you could go to Video Music Box, The Box, assorted public access TV shows, and even BET for the less-censored versions of these edgy videos.  Ironically, I'm utilizing the Internet to illustrate this point of past visual delights.