Shit, ain't this a crazy week. I'm in my bedroom typing this, listening to something called "Sixteen with Consent" by Doppler Strokes from Grand Cooley.com. Outside I hear Orion and Shunda K of Yo Majesty in the midst of a photo shoot. I slept about 10 hours last night and am still catching up.
It all started 7 days ago.
Sunday: I was at the Grocery store, when I get a call from Shunda K. "Wassup D, I need a place to stay for me and my wife and brother and my two dancers. I need to know in fifteen minutes so we can cancel the hotel room. Can you do it?" "Uhhhh. Sure" I says. And so my Spring Break kicks off.
Monday: There's two dancers from NYC on an air matress in my kitchen. In the living room we got Shunda and her wife on another air matress, and for some reason, Shunda's brother is sleeping in the comfy chair instead of the couch. I make my way around the dancers in the kitchen and make coffee and some breakfast. Uh-oh, I didn't calculate how much food you go through when there's 7 of you eating. (Me, Shunda, Tedra, Bud, Rigo, Eagle, and my sister Dot) It's cool though, cuz my houseguests go and buy a shitload of groceries. They also clean up after themselves(and me), and even wash their dishes. We go check out this show in the evening at Red 7 with a bunch of Hip Hoppers that my friend Mary put on.
Shunda jumps on Orions DJ set at 9:30 pm. Still not too many people, but they're feeling it. Her dancers rule, some pro-style shit going on. As the show progresses, something happens in front of stage left. B-boys happen. By this time, I am comfortably numb, and stand in awestruck wonder at their coordination.
MC:s I remember seeing. Iris and Miz Metro, Mutual Trust, Breakfast Club Crew, Cerebral Vortex, and Yarah Bravo. fun as hell, y'all
Tuesday: Don't remember much of this day. Saint Patty's and all that. I was hungover for a good bit of it, and I had gotten up early for some reason. That night I had a show at Troubadours. It was pretty fun. Q-Lee, Dean Keef, BFCC (the Astro kids conglomerate), Stormshadow, and a few others. After my set, I had a whiskey and soda that sent me to sleepy land. Stormshadow woke me up sitting upright on the bench along the east wall. I was drooling. I found a damn cab and took it back to the house.
Wednesday: I was supposed to have a show at Volume in the afternoon, but it got canceled. They called me right as I was about to get on my bike and ride down there. Then I went to Jen Godsey's b-day party. I got to hang with her and John King(hello lovers) for a bit, then I had to say adios and go play some D&D. We fought and totally killed a two-headed baboon demon with tentacles and poison loogies. Then I went home. Shunda was supposed to have an afterparty show, but that got cancelled, so we just watched movies until I passed out.
Thursday: Do some more chilling at the house. I've been eating pretty well since Tedra's been cooking. It's good as hell, too. Shunda and I worked on some tracks. One about bullshit and one about sex. The two of us share a love of women like nobody's business. Then I went downtown and met up with Stormshadow, AG, B. Goins, and this cat Ben who had a sweet beard. We filled a boombox with batteries and tapes and went freestyling on the sidewalk. Then AG went home and the others went to go check out Camp Lo at the Karma Lounge. I went home because on
Friday: Had to go to work at 9 am. It was fine. Put my paycheck in the bank and rolled to Cafe Mundi for a sandwich and beer. Tane was there, and we set up for me to do a show at a soccer tourney out in BFE for next weekend. Went home and got ready for the show at Creekside. We did a round robin set with Orion and Jazz-one on the TT's. The list was pretty sweet, with Yadira, Jen (?), CO2, Cee Monsta, Stormshadow, Me, Project Dead, Dubb Sicks, and Lady Legacy (apologies to the ones I missed). The crowd was crowded and lively as hell. I gave out a bunch of stickers. Somebody told me they were stoked to see good white rappers, and I'm not really sure how I should feel about a comment like that. After that, Shunda K played and fucking killed it, same with battle hardened veteran Percee P (if you don't know, shit you in trouble). There was more, but I remember little. I do remember riding bikes with Tai and Valerie and some cats from Portland over to the Pedestrian Bridge, where a punk show was going on. I wound up at home in bed by about 6 am, ready for
Saturday: I woke up at 11:30 to get ready for my show at 3. I'm feeling pretty fucked up by now. I  got dressed, cleaned my shoes, and rode down by Adam and Karly's house to see if Wolves in the throne room are there. I got over to the venue at 2:30, and the show hasn't started yet. Nobody has shown up, so I chilled out, drank some water, and Freestyled for the 8 other rappers that were there. Kosha dills showed up and did some microphonocide with Black Skeptik. We also had the Astrokids here at this one, along with Stro FBH(goddamn that cat is good!). I bailed after I did my set cause I couldn't be in a club anymore. I rode over to the Canoe Rental and brought a friend of mine some lunch. They were damn busy all day, and my stupid ass just sat around and talked shit while I watched the Canoe rental ppl (Skot, Danielle, and Sarah) busted their ass. After an hour or two of that, I rode home. As exhausted as I was, I couldn't bear to fall asleep just yet, and didn't until about 2:30 am. Tedra made salad, fried and sauteed shrimp, and french fries around midnight. That shit was too damn good for words. Shunda K said sometime in the night: "Shit, I don't know what your'e thinking about us. All we do is eat, sleep, watch movies, shit, and smoke weed." I said "Me too. I guess that means we're in the same group of people, humans."
Sunday again: This is the last day of festivities, with Gay Bi Gay Gay up the street from my house. I'll probably go there, run into some friends and we'll sit and talk about our week. Fuck yeah, this has been a good one.
From Austin, Texas, this is Damp Heat, signing out.
PS: I ain't got a very good memory at the moment, so be glad I remember as much as I do.