Wednesday, September 28, 2011

X.

10 reason's why I'm a catch.

1. I'm a good guy. A fucking good dude mind you. If I'm walking down the street with a bird you better know I'm walking on the inside of the sidewalk closest to the road. Man's this is a simple yet often forgotten form of chivalry. I'm gonna lay my H&M hoodie over a puddle for a bitch. If i had a Burberry coat I wouldn't and I'd say some thing like 'Fucking serious? get the sand out your shit and jump for a change. Do I have to do everything bitch? Fuck, I'm not your father'. But seriously you would live for it because it came from my cute little face.

2. I cook. I cook really good, but don't come knocking if you're gonna be all 'eeeeewwww that's so fatty' and 'you know how bad butter is for you?'. Yes I do and it tastes fucking good. I'm a full flavour kinda guy. What are you feeling tonight? Maybe a little Middle Eastern cuisine, some oriental flavours? How about Foie Gras with mustard seeds and duck jus? Yeah you like that? Seafood too, girl I got shit that'll make your mouth water and your sugar basin drip drip.

3. I'm deep. Like a fucking onion, I got layers. Each time you peel back a little more your heart melts a little more. It's simple baby. Get to know me. We can sit by the fire while I recite poetry, hell I'll just freestyle a few baby making bars then we can make a baby and eat a mars bar. Fucking right, I watch the news and I cry over all the injustices that take place in this sick and twisted reality which we are forced to live. But there is light at the end of this windy, dirty, shit sodden tunnel... Me

4. Groove thang, not groove thing, thaaaaang. Ain't no thang but a chick wing baby girl. I have an internal metronome. Watch my tight little booty shake while the soles of my brando loafers leave burn marks on the floor. Call me J Boogie.
Disco to disco and then onto Frisco, I got the funk, Bootsy mother fucking Collins, mother fucking Fishbone.

Two booties under a groove. You+Me= UH...

5. Romantic son of a bitch. A little red wine by candle light on that Teddy Pendergrass tip. Love TKO baby. Tell you friends about it, then I got lines outside my door like Supreme at drop time. You like bubbles in your bath right? Then I'll gently caress you head while I wash your locks, dry you down but the inside of your legs stay moist for some reason. ZING!

6. CREAM. I don't make a lot but you'll get a good load out of me if you play your cards right. I don't mind throwing down a wad of ones for a good girl. I'll spoil you with product I "paid" big moola for. $10 an hour never looked so good. That can get us both on the ferris wheel and you know what they say, one ride around the big wheel equates to ten on the triangle.

7. Understanding. I understand.

8. Tunes. The music I listen to is fantastic and my ears appreciate an eclectic mix jams from all corners of the earth, so i guess you could say i'm a worldly guy too. I can set the mood with a smooth yazz, switch it up with a little soul, bump and grind to some Genuine, take it down to Cat Power then party to hip hop till the sunrise and when I really wanna heat shit up D'angelo's got my back.

9. I'm fly. I dress so damn good that when I meet your mum she'll be all like 'is he famous? He looks like he's famous!'. I'm not famous and I'm not rich but I won't step out unless I'm looking a million bucks. Shorts and a polo on my country club swag, button down and a bow tie on my 3 stack combo, maybe some fur to pimp in and a shoe game that has other fella's salivating. I like to shop. Not for you but you'll enjoy shopping with me cos you'll get to see me shirtless for a good portion of the day and when I'm putting my kits together you can take photo's and put them up on your little blog.

10. Putting in work. I can work it girl, you don't need to worry there. I'm pretty majestic like a white stallion galloping in front of the sunrise. Like an angel with his wings spread, I get it open. In time with the vibe right, we can do it all night, got a chill bark but a hard bite. See, just like that. Love making poetry like it ain't shit. When I'm up in it, it's a one way ticket to pleasure town and I'm the pilot.


Saturday, September 24, 2011

Midweek Marauders

Well its Kardinal Offishall... Jem and I are now paid. Mama I made it!

So, what's the best way to blow a shit tonne of tax money and live life in the fast lane? How about buying designer sunglasses, all inclusive trips to Mexico, new sneakers, lotsa waffles, skateboards, gigs and becoming broke again in like a week sound? Yep, you guessed it. We'll no doubt be returning to Perf with nothing more than a suitcase and a whole bunch of "good guy" steeze. We win suckers.

You probably heard on our blog about The Manifesto festival thats going on in Toronto right now? Yeah, thought so. Well on Wednesday night we got to see NYC heavyweights Boot Camp Clik spit their shit at the Sound Academy. Even though it was the Smif-N-Wessun show featuring Buckshot, a dope night was had by all who attended and it was refreshing to see some raw shit being performed as opposed to the dumbed down, over-produced brand of hiphop that we've come to expect from many of today's artists. Big ups to Sean Price for stealing the limelight from everyone performing and just straight being a boss.

Here is a video and a few snaps for your viewing pleasure. SEAN PPPP!!!



Friday, September 23, 2011

Home Sweet Home

Most readers of this will already know where home is for me. Home is a little city located down on the south end of the Western Australian map. Home is a hot, isolated coastal city named Perth. Home is also a place that flourishes with talented, friendly ass mother fuckers that will eventually, sooner rather than later, become those "Oh shit, They're from Perth!"type mentions.

A lot of people beat up on Perth, complaining that there is a lack of things to do, which is partially true but not if you open your eyes and ears to the skies. I don't know what it is about little young Perth that produces such talent (maybe it is something in our chlorinated water) but one things is for sure, we have guy's and doll's killing it in every direction. Some say being from such an isolated place is a curse but I truly believe that being hidden from the world's spotlight only increases the flame that burns inside our creatives.

I'm not one of those "Perth is the best, fuck other cities" people but every time I go to another city it really does give me a sense that though we don't have it all, we have enough and what we do have is special and unique. I have fallen in love with cities from Japan to the U.S. to Canada, and each time I look back and think of home I'm reminded of our scenes and our people. We have amazing artists, dope musicians, incredible skateboarders and friendly faces. We have designers that are on the next level, labels that about the essence more than dollar signs. We got bangin' hipster chicks too.

Peep these's's

Butter Goods


LittleGracie


The Growl


Ta-Ku



I just got youtube happy but it too get's you happy. Get absorbent.

Big love to the Hair Bro's, Durty Frog Doug, Arms, The Good Doctor, Geldi, Pidge, Garth, Robbie Blue Eyes, MRGNBT, HUMBY, Aslan (best guy), BOOBS, Thompson, April Rizose, Peggy Sue, Hill Street, Cosmo Gets, George Costanza's Tiny Dancers, Mum, Dad, Lil' Bro (don't fuck with my shit), Colin, #hipsterbitches, Coufos La Familia, LD=PIN, Shooter Mamotte, The Beach, $4.50 Coffee's, Little Creatures, Cooper's King Brown's, FREO, Skateboarding, Green Stuff, Everyone and everything I like.