you can watch the report (its in french) or read the blog. i kinda assumed that once tmz and perez hilton (shame on you allhiphop tsk tsk tsk) reported on this the whole world knew....but after putting the front page up with no background story i got hit with 100s of myspace mail wanting to know if im alive.

sorry for scaring you folks half to death. i sorta thought i had all basis covered but then i realized having 200,000 myspacers is a lil different then having 200 facebookers.

in short we escaped what i can only call a tragic bus crash while on our way to open for kanye in paris. that white van basically missed an open for an exit and thought he could last minute side swipe us/race us to get off. and just wound up knocking us off this road. kinda strange how the mind works because the inside of the bus is tinted and covered with curtains. so despite the fact we flipped over i still thought it was just a fender bender for i had no reference point of direction

here is the news clip

The News Clip






and here was the blog i wrote a half hour after it occurred.



"I used to live life, like there was no manana
Now I'm treatin every breath, like it was "your honor"
malik b, 1999 "the spark" from things fall apart


well...since we are sitting on the side of the road. what better way to pass the time while the ambulance comes then to....blog.

--actually i spoke too soon....the above was written an hour ago. now im in a roadside motel trying to make sense of this all. the last things i remember are eating 2 pieces of cold pizza and a bowl of rice krispies and watching will ferrel's nuts dance on top of john c. riley's drumset in step brothers. because it was the ghetto bootleg barbershop version i was more or less wondering when the guy in the theater was going to say "watch....this is the good part" to me as the movie went on.

as usual i fell asleep. now normally i woulda been working overtime in preparing my dj set for my paris afterparty on friday but something actually said "meh leave it alone"--

i don't wanna get all deep like it was an omen but those that know me (look at my twit/facebook/myspace/okayplayer/blip history) know that when not onstage i am glued to my computer, doing some sort of activity like converting music or tv shows. but this was a rare occurrence in which i actually went to sleep.


next thing i knew was the most surreal feeling ever....

was i upside down?

why am i covered in cereal?

oh shit....that coffee pot is coming for my face!!!

in reality the crash was all of about 7 seconds....but to do a 360 on the highway and end up ramped up (the van that crashed into ours was UNDER our double decker bus) in the air....is....well...

a frigging miracle.

my first thought was not move a fucking inch. i always had fear that we would fall off a cliff while in high mountain traveling like denver or switzerland. i couldn't tell where gravity began and ended. i felt like i did 3000 crunches so obviously my side of the bus was now on the ground (the only way i can describe the position was imagine yourself on a bus sitting down.....now postion yourself sitting on the left side of the bus....now overturn the bus so that it tips over and falls to the right side. now on top of all that position the front of the bus to stand smack dab in the middle of the air as if a ramp was holding it up 90 degrees.

now add in my drill sgt of a tour manager keith mcphee being keith (which is basically to say no one does intensity or UBER intensity like he does. i ....was......try....ing......to.....rea....ch....my ....ipod so i can channel him out. its like every word he yelled was making this situation much worse than it was....


"......effrom you alive?!?!?!? (yes).........."frank are you alive!?!?!?".......frank?!!?!?!!?!? FRANK?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!!.......---"

it was then i realized the severe nature of the accident and i was NOT in the mood to prep myself on whether or not the remaining 12 people upstairs (i know its a dumb reference but look up the Spiceworld movie on youtube and you can see the type of double decker bus that we were traveling on. i hold court downstairs cause noone can stomach the stench of the urine induced potty in the downstairs lounge. ---after 15 mins you dont notice it all that much)---so i was holding court downstairs and the 12 of them were asleep in the bunks.


i dont do bunks and this day proves why.

i just wanted someone to calmly tell me the weight of my body was NOT going to push us down a mountainside. then i wanted assurance that the bus was NOT going to explode.

my drum tech d was the first to make sure i was okay and since the Mcpheepanic mode was setting in...the way he was asking me was rather.....panicky (thanks palin) and based on the fact that he was walking on the ceiling indeed let me know that this wasn't no fender bender i was in.....this shit might be the real deal based on how he managed to spiderman walk on the ceiling.

or....am i now on the ceiling?


and why do i have to use every stomach muscle just to sit upright?....wait.....

am i upside down?

damnit.....im upside down......lemme just shift my body to.....oh shit....just.....wait if i can just....lift this....leg to....

damn. i need something to hold on to to hoist myself up in the air. i grabbed on to the table and somehow forgetting that i am NOT smedium (riiiiiiiiiiiip!) the entire table ripped from its foundation and was now on the ceiling....which is now the floor.



this is also when i noticed that i am covered in coffee and tea and bread and about 3 bags of cereal multiple water bottles and dvds and broken glass. and....oh god....did the bathroom fluid overturn too? (yes....and YUCK)


hearing cars outside i now know that i am not going to fall down the mountain side.....were are on the highway. but i can see out the right side of window and i see trees and hills....but i hear car horns and yelling.

and where the hell is the ambulance?!?!?

keith is yelling and im begging him "please don't yell"---but keith dont know calm.....but now he got me thinking something is gonna happen is i DONT get off this bus. problem is the door that i would get out of is now the ground. and i am disillusioned and have no sense of direction. he is telling me i must make my way upstairs and crash my way through the window and escape. im yelling "where is everyone else?!?!" and i am informed that me and the driver are the only two trapped downstairs. now the problem is....im not the smallest person in the world and now i have to use uber arm strength to climb my way out of this bus and figure how to hoist myself without the aid of anything to hold on to.


hard shit indeed.


i made leeway to the stairs when it hit me that all my ID and wallet and lifeline are in my personal bag....allllllllllllllll the way on the other side of the bus. i do the contemplate should i shouldn't i ("i should" won) now it was "how?!"---

the only way i can describe it is that scene in back to the future when doc is in the clock tower and had mere seconds to connect a broken plug that will power marty mcfly's car with 1.8 jiggawatts of lightening power. and winds up using every body part to ensure this goes down the correct way. so my left arm is hoisting my body up and my right arm and left leg are.....trying ......to .....grab......within......inches....my......bag.....(accidents wind up giving you strength you never knew you had....i carried my bag with my legs while i crawled my way upstairs like i was joe the paraplegic on family guy---all the while keith is being keith

ahmir ARE YOU OK!?!?! AHMIR PLEASE SAY SOMETHING!!!!


im like....wait...am i even alive? like what if i "think" im alive when in actually im not like the movies?----the next 2 minutes proved how alive i was for i managed to crawl through spaces and holes and broken shattered glass like a contortionist blindfolded....


when i got outside.....and looked at what i crawled out of?


man.


i just couldn't believe it.


i mean....how in the hell did we experience this?


how did we manage to....man.....

dog we are soooo alive right now.


and yes we went through all that shit people go through when they go through accidents.

dazed. amazed. grateful. laughing?

of course as i type this its a whole nother story: i think the ambulance workers have caught wind of who we are (ze seed?) and there are about 20 ambulance workers and 10 cops. asking alot of questions in french (we so need tina faris right now)

as i type this we are waiting in line to get examined. (some of us have cuts and neck braces on)---keith is still at the bus trying to salvage what he can (amazingly the uhaul extension is still intact) im a ok. i called my mom and some loved ones. and i managed to twit in the ambulance with artless iphone (wanted to be the first celeb to twit from an ambulance)---i guess im just passing the time and taking advantage of the free "internets" and the worlds best bread (yes....the french bread is all that)

as for the future? if we make it to our slot on the glow in the dark tour in paris that too will be a miracle. til then just wanna let everyone know that we are happy to be alive. and not in that tv cliche way....but man......that was divine intervention. we are so grateful for this outcome.

- ?uesto

see the fela musical THIS INSTANT! http://blogs.okayplayer.com/questlove/2008/09/04/music-is-still-the-weapon/ more there.

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definition of a sneakerhead?

4 types.

and only one i effs with.

1. the privileged prince/ss

these are multimillion dollar kids who get shit for free. and they never seem to know the true value of a good kick. i saw one rich kid rocking a limited pair of alife kicks like they were copped at foot locker. one dude i know at least has the sense to get 3 to 4 kicks on ice. i mean they cool and all but who respects a cat that PAYS to get into a fraternity?

(they cop about 10-20 FREE pairs of rare kicks. Cut the line in front of everyone else)

2. the window shopper

these cats be on some snark/hate shit. the ones who can't get on the highway with they bicycle, tryna talk a good game. you can find these cats snarking online. they are also what i call "4.0 cats"....asking me what is the difference tween a 4.0 and a 4.6.
beat it cocksucker this is a grown man's sport. they also leave sweatshop holier than thou messages on boards to cover their anti kick game. im certain the very computer you purchased was sweatshop material too sporty. FOH.

(5 sneakers a year)

3. Lightweights.

they might jump in the pool a lil bit. maybe 2-3 kicks a month. but they play it safe. will only get a banger if everyone else thumbs it up. lemme state right now that NO shoe is a bad shoe. you just gotta know how to rock it and apply flavor to it.


4. SNAEKERHEAD.

these are cats that get up MAD early for some rare shit.
these are cats that pay for at least HALF of their rare collection (dont get it twisted...i cut the line like the prince kids...but damn if my hottest jawns come courtesy of my pockets and not me calling NIKE every 3 seconds) they are bold ass cats. they make their shoe a conversation piece. there is NO such thing as an ugly shoe to these cats. shit is about how much flavor you got. cats that know what time it is.

MY kinda cats! REAL SNEAKERHEADS.

if you fall into the number 4 slot then i got some news for you.

all week i'll be promoting my new (h)AIR ?uest 1

those in attendance will get an opportunity to get a "golden ticket"

(what is that you ask?)

go to my official blog for location and info!

http://blogs.okayplayer.com/questlove/

well kids.
im not exactly switching gears.
but i kinda decided to clean my own home up
so thus a majority of my blogs will be at my new home

The NEW home OF questo's blog


you can also peep skillz, el-p, amanda diva, and coming soon erykah badu.

click that link1111

edit....I JUMPED THE GUN FOLKS
there was a printing miscommunication
and itunes will fix the effup
so that anyone who got the album on itunes
should get the liner notes.

all apologies




ladies and gentleman

the roots 10th album rising down is in stores now.

because of politics that i won't go into...alot of you asked "why have you stopped the liner notes.

i never did.

and believe it or not....


there are here......


here is song number 1.

i need comments and kudos in the high numbers please so i can get a top 10 placement .


127. THE POW WOW

once upon a time in 1994....

most artists like to do the self congratulatory thing once they reach a milestone (10 albums--and yes The Roots Come Alive and Homegrown Vol 1 and Vol 2 are unique enough to count as new albums thankyouveddymuch) but to let this opportunity pass us by without giving you a peek into the near hell that was the group about to get dropped some 7 months before our national debut Do You Want More?!!???! got released would be criminal if we didn't show you all aspects of what it took to get "here".

for all you liner note junkies out there, brian coleman's Rakim Told Me and its followup Check The Technique are HEAVILY recommended for their thorough insight on the process of many a rap classic that never contained liner notes. DYWM?!!???! was the focus of the latter book. In separate interviews both Tariq and I contradicted each other on what we like to refer to as the "North Carolina Incident". Not that i was there--(label wouldn't spring for a 15 passenger van, so in our leased land cruiser jeep the "bare essential roots" (this was before all press was left up to me) went to do some promo in a few southern cities.

with drab results.

record stores didn't have any promos or customers waiting to meet us (let alone any knowledge of who The Roots were--surprise surprise), and nightclub dancefloors cleared like the red sea when our avant guard sounding "Distortion To Static" came on. The optimism and excitement that we had from the time we got signed until the time we turned the masters into the label were starting to wane. For the first time ever we were hearing words like "marketing" and "angle" and "radio friendly" and "too arty"--yeah it was an eye opener. i guess in our heads we really thought "if it was new and good and quality, then people would embrace us"---i mean they did before right?--(naive thinking on our behalf) sure PE's Nation Of Millions was "good"--but there was an undeniable marketing angle behind that record--not just "oh the beats are dope". De La Soul's 3 Feet High And Rising was "good". But there was an undeniable marketing angle that made that album work when it came out. Their success had absolutely nothing to do with how incredible their wordplay was. So The results of this 7 day near middle passage promo tour trek down south for Tariq and Malik proved to be THE straw that broke the camel's back.

So reading Tariq's interview dismissing the whole "NC incident" as an overexaggeration on my end made me take matters in my own hands.

i was gonna find "that damn conversation" if it was the last thing i was gonna do.

It took me 8 months but i scoured through about 200 cassettes to search for this very conversation you are hearing between Tariq, our manager Richard Nichols his former partner Joe "AJ Shine" Simmons (crucial college radio figure and philly's version of Stretch and Bobbito or Sway and Teck) and Me.

This argument was pretty much the four frustrated heads of this undefinable beast

Joe was the buffer for the label and the good cop. Rich was the Bullhorned smart cop. Tariq was all kinds of angered (which resulted in a curse out so vicious to the label that we nearly got dropped) and me the historian getting this all on tape for i knew in my head that one day we would sit in our millllllion dollar penthouse apartment lighting cigars with our $500 dollar bills and scoff "about the time in which that poor record label truly didn't understand (or care to understand) us."

ahhhh the more things change...................

so Riq is mad
Joe is really mad
and Rich is losing his cotdamn mind
and i'm getting all of this...

checkmate.


i need yall right now.


for the rest?


go to itunes.


and help a friend.


-?uesto

Now is the time more than ever that i need kudos and comments in the gazillions.
im trying to expose this music to the top half of the myspace blog.
i got 8 weeks to let people know that our 10th album is our best album

let’s go people....i need your support now more than ever.

1. The Rising Teaser 18 selections (songs and interludes)
2. Birthday Girl w/ Patrick Stump of Fall Out Boy
3. Rising Down w/ Mos Def and Styles P
4. Get Busy w/ Dice Raw and Peedi Crack
5. 75 Bars (Blacks Reconstruction)

for more info and tidbits and stuff go to my webhome

www.okayplayer.com

LETS GO!

**well....there are two main places one can hear my rants and stuff. most of you come here. and longtime roots supporters go to my website (where i can sorta relax) www.okayplayer.com

when this incident went down i made the decision to just share it with them because of the two sites that one is more "family" oriented and i wanted less rebel rousing and outbursts....

but the main reason i was skeptical to reprint the post was perhaps the embarrassment of this incident happening twice to me since the "buffalo" incident.....don't get me wrong---i've had minor situations since then (pulled over a few times)---but nothing like this shit here. but the okayplayers told me that a person in my position should expose crooked law enforcement people whenever i get the chance.

note: there are good cops. there are bad cops.

the following story is about FUCKED up cops.

actually imma tarentino this for you and go to the very end (something i didn't put on okayplayer)



fast forwards to the end.

(on the phone with manager from enterprise car rentals)


"..mr thompson we got your message last night, we apologize for the situation that occured....but our records show that the registration and the license plates on the vehicle are updated and registered"

(to self) yeah i figured as much....they were just reachin.



(and now the post from okayplayer)

i decided not to myspace this because this shit aint really about a pity party.
and getting kudos everytime cops fuck with me.
so maybe im just typing for the therapeutic aspect of needing someone to talk to.

i guess i gotta rewind to yesterday.

so i was invited to help campaign on O's behalf yesterday for super tuesday. i did various things in the last 48 hours from calls to door-to-door JW style hawking to errand running to holding signs to doing press. whatever was called for i was their man.

so while doing the press run they asked me about certain issues that i felt barack was behind that i have yet to hear the other candidates bring up.

one of the points was racial profiling

(from his website: Obama will ban racial profiling by federal law enforcement agencies and provide federal incentives to state and local police departments to prohibit the practice.)

this along with rehabilitating criminals and drug addicts (and dealing with the rockefeller laws) seemed pretty important to me. so thus i talked about this alot in the past 48 hours to whomever had a mic in front of my face.

so fast forward 24 hours later leaving a movie theater (outside of venice)

and i noticed in my peripheral view that a cop was behind me. paid nothing to it for this was LA and "red and blue lights is a common sight" ((c)) cube. but 3 blocks later?

i joked in the car "see this is where obama will come in handy because these motherfu---


"blueep blueep!!!"

(pullovertootheriiighttnow!!!!)

pulls over.

(makearightandpullover!!!!!!!!)


"what's he saying?"

(turns volume down on radio)

(rolls window down....)

"again please?"

(MAKEARIGHTANDPULLOVER)

(turns on them flashing lights....and not the Ye variety either)

i swear the buffalo situation aint have SHIT on this situation. i mean they were condescending assholes but at no point did i feel like if i said or exhaled the wrong way id have a bullet up my ass.---but this situation....man......aint NOTHING like getting fucked over by lapd. and i've had a taste of jersey turnpike justice, nypd bs, murderdelph's finest, and even the dea of buffalo.

but man....

guns cocked.

(let me note first off that noone is in their right mind when cops pull them over.....actually because of a phone conversation that kinda put me in a near depressing mood (we mastered al green today and there was a glitch in the mix that blue note is claiming we are releasing this record as is ("noone will notice and we aint spending not one red dime on fixing this") )---so this situation didn't have me in normal panic "oh fuck i forgot im a drug dealer and guns in the trunk" paranoia for i was really thinking "man i may lose half a star rating in rolling stone and be stuck with a regular @@@@ for this al shit (and yes this shit is classic al)---

"step out of the car"

man...the look on dudes face man. i now know why james brown ran 20 years ago. part of me was wishing i had faked not hearing him tell me to make a right and then pull over.

cause now we were secluded.

and these mofos looked like they were out for blood.---meanwhile im going over the lyrics of "99 problems" in my head like ("dare i take the probable cause route?" "do i do that king's english shit to see if this spares me a bullet?" "or do i just shut the fuck up?"


he gave me no reason as to why as to why i was being pulled over.

he asked for my contract for the rental car.

--i mean....sue me....i saw a 12 gage, AND a .57 not to mention cars are driving by now very slowly.

they can't.....place....the ....face....but.....*snap**snap".....---they drive by and stare.

meanwhile my passenger (ms lil angela davis in training) is in the passenger seat trying to sneak out her video camera to maybe record my possible ass future ass whuppin...and im praying to god "please dont let them see her sneak her hands in her pocketbook and think that shit is a gu---


now we are both being frisked near Crash style.

now we are both in the paddy wagon.

and once again...the "carlton" voice inside me is like

"look at us....we look like bohemian black hippies from silver lake---surely they don't think we are like..."real" criminals..."

(even with a phd)

they started questioning her and the carlton voice once again assured me "well when they see that she lives in a rich neighborhood they will realize their mistake and see that we aint criminals....

(even with a phd)

so the process of cleaning out my car happens----again...that carlton voice inside me was like "maybe they'll cut us a break when they see all the fruit and health food shit on the floor....what type of criminals eat mixed fruit?


(even with a phd)

300 dollars worth of psychology books and magazines with our faces in em?

(even with a phd)

scrabble board in the backseat?

(even with a phd)

(for those in the dark....the carlton voice i refer to is when carlton on Fresh Prince was making lame excuses for why him and will got fucked with by the cops....and all he could muster was "*sigh*....they were just doing their jobs will...."---not saying that i would EVER take that disposition....but in my head i was like "yo did you ever think in your life that you would be in the back of a paddywagon?"

i guess the denial was "am i still a nigger in their eyes"


malcolm x said that a black man with a phd is still a nigga in the eyes of many.

i have to say that no matter how clear my diction was....or how "preppy" i styled or if i read strunk and white from top to bottom or if i tried to ease in my occupation in hopes of preferential treatment ---

the answer was emphatically YES.

so now to the point of this post.

well kinda two things:

do laws vary as to what and when cops can fuck with you?---just found out that in philly nutter has given cops permission to randomly search now.--for those well versed in law
are warrants needed to search?

and for those that have been in similar degrading situations (i assure you my idea of a good time is not getting my nuts felt in front of my lady fr----sheeeit my idea of a good time is not seeing my lady friend getting her shit all felt up)--

but its like is this the shit that mofos be thinking about when they like "the fuck am i voting for?!?!?" where is my justice?


cause im like.....aint no amount of apologies or money or time machines going 88 mph
or "we're sorry ?uest" or black presidents that know what its like to be in my shoes gonna take any of that shit back.

the whole drive back was silent as shit.

how can you not help but internalize that shit?

i mean for that 37 minute ordeal what about slavery that occurred to my ancestors for 37 years? how could they but NOT internalize that shit and pass that venom off to their offspring? and so on and so on and so on and on and on......

i mean fuck it.....fucked up ordeal or not....how do you not internalize that shit so it don't chip at your inner being? cause right about now? i am none to happy about cops right about now. and its shit like this that makes me feel less sorry for them once tragedy stirkes....


----so there it is. another day another harassment story.

ladies and gentleman.
super tuesday is upon us.
and we have a responsibility.

this is not a plee to you vote as i vote or do as i do.
(coughcoughbarack!coughcough)

just kidding.....

--well i'm not.

for someone so connected to an organization that's seen as "political" very rarely have i ever laid my personal politics on the line like this.

i mean personally? i've always rode that ever so easy "politicians are full of shit" stance so long that i actually numbed myself of all political activity in the past 5 to 6 years.

none of which has stopped any community work i've been connected to. but when it comes to actual issues that i feel personally effects me, it saddens me that i really don't look to my government for solutions.

"and what issues effect you personally mr-grammy-on-the-shelf-and-all-the-nikes-you can-eat?"

plenty.

i come from the school of "if my brother's life isn't fine then none of our lives are fine".

of course i feel our education system has been out of wack for as long as i've been alive....and the duration of my parents lifetime.---and before that it was damn near illegal for black people to be educated in this very country.

without putting people's business out there---i got people in my organization now whom i've known since they were 8 years old. and the nightmare stories i've heard about concerning their local public schools moved me enough to arrange it so that their parents can use my address so that their children can have access to the "better" schools in the neighborhood (hey--i agree, the day that black people stop using the "by any means even if i break the law to do what i feel is right" method is a day that is long time coming.)-it was worth all the effort put in the arrange such a scheme. it's either watch them die or run after an opportunity to save some lives.

for those of you really in the dark just watch season 4 of The Wire. if THAT shit don't scare you straight then im sorry....you dont have a soul. i've travelled the globe 20 times over in my life and it amazes me the amount of effort that the government puts into its education in other countries. over in france, argentina, norway, and denmark they dont even charge college tuition!!!

most of you people have Phrenology so no need to go through "Water" again and again.

but as a cat who knows mad drug "offenders" i've never agreed with the issues of "jail as rehab" that our government issues time and time again to non violent offenders. for starters you get the same shit in jail as you do in the outside world....so no rehab there.

and the racist double standard of new york rockefeller laws have NEVER gone down smooth with me (basically those caught with crack cocaine powder get harsher sentences than those caught with regular cocaine----in case you live on another planet...crack is a cheaper affordable substance primarily used by people of color--as opposed to the higher echelon white powder substance used by well....need i spell this out?)

pretty much i gotta go through some sort of profiling (albeit not to the level of buff, ny----shit like that happens to me about once every other year.....which already is 14 times too much) with the authorities. it happens so much that i swore the only shit that kept me calm during that whole ordeal was the false premise of "i guess they are just doing their jobs"----shame i gotta lie to myself to keep my sanity. but seriously.....im certain that most white americans dont get anxiety to the near point of instant colonics whenever they see cops in their rear view mirror.....i mean im as straight as 6:00 and i even i feel like a drug cartel making a run if i get behind the wheel with a cop running my plates behind me.

have i been conditioned to just accept that is how life is? and take it?

look i promised i wasn't going to turn this into the "who will ahmir back blog"---

but i know its so easy to dismiss this election as a meaningless process. i mean i dont even know why im doing this.

one day i woke up and i just.....

well i felt inspired.

i heard the words of Senator Obama and i really felt like he was being "REAL" with me. not just saying shit i wanna hear while he lays his own agenda into effect while the wool is pulled over my eyes.

and although im not playing the smear game....i'd wish people would cut the "does he have experiene?!?!? card. all these revisionists are mistaking hill's 8 years as first lady as a sign of experience. meanwhile his list of community services goes above and beyond the call of duty.

---actually im really about to put my money where my mouth is. i went to the los angeles headquarters and volunteered my services. its almost 1am and im finna to drive door to door to put pamphlets and voting information on the doors of the potential voters.

we finally have a chance to truly make a change this upcoming election.

i BEG of you people that are able to vote on super tuesday to vote


please!


(pardon the run on sentances....its been a long day)

now go on!

i spent the weekend holding down Hov one more gin in Vegas.
get them Kudos ready.




a step by step guide:

-we are rehearsing "The Roc Boys (And The Winner Is)"

to pass the time (boredom setting in) we jam and reinterpret chords (obviously the opening chords are not the ones on the album..we try and figure out every combo we can every every chord option BUT the one we supposed to play)---really? its a "what would dilla have done with these chords"

-:47 trombonist Jeff Bradshaw asks permission to go to the bathroom, i reluctantly say yes in a humorous manner (you better) "RUN (dmc!)". of course we been working like dogs the past 4 days putting in about 14 hours a day. but when the bossman arrives, all that shit is dead. you can tell by his body position that he is getting impatient with waiting. but one of the fuses went out in the room and the amps wern't on so we had to wait and wait and wait.

if you are wondering why there is an awkward silence in the room.....(more on that later)

1:09 of course i didn't need a "countoff" but at these prices you better be on some Bill Cosby in the kitchen making shit up type shit while you add some bar b que sauce to the already cooked Psghetti (brush up on the Cosby reruns). and i see him about to bitch anymoment.

1:40- that "you'll shoot your eye out" theory for my randy watson partner on key's james poyser. james is such an over accomplished keyboard master. like he knows all these intricate options that a REGULAR cat would never come up with.....but sometimes he can't help but want to be in GEN POP. meaning "sound like an beginner". this is why he loves Kanye's music so much because Kanye has made an art out of traditional "church chords". so around 1:40 the "jazz snobs" in the illadelphonics have a good laugh for James has found a way to add a "wrong" church chord.

1:48 of course Hov-o is not amused. (my bitch ass is blaming it on "we waiting for jeff to come back from the bathroom")

1:56 remembering that there is a bowling alley inside our hotel, i suggest to el hov-o that maybe perhaps if we got off early (yeah right), we could go bowling..you know...something fun instead of counting the B parts of "Roc Boys"

he scoffs to tell me im better off going to see what he saw last night: Cirque De Soleil's Beatles/Love production.

...like i got a few thousand to spare on my 10 bandmates

2:11 my response....

2:29- a run through

about 3:00 the real reason why this normal pnut gallery class clown group (hov included) is quiet as a mouse (you'll see someone's head bopping--you really see it 4:43)

5:00 "someone messes up" (no names)

5:39 i remind the guilty party it was their idea to start this "trick" that we messed up.

5:54-once again.

i miss blogging.

but i miss them kudos that got me in top 10 status too.

i know....i know

i aint blog in a minute....-but at least you know a classic album is coming from all this silence cause ill be damn if yall bag me on making a widack record cause i spent all my time doing 7 hour blogs.


and to think...

my grand return comes in the forum of the most disgusting shit ive ever seen in my life.

so disgusting im not even gonna type it....im sure yall know what this is anyways.

peep our reaction to ...."that" clip shortly before going onstage at stanford.


i think i only watched .345 seconds.....


and i was sick to my stomach.