Last week I was bombarded with exams, quizzes and assignments…I was on the grind that most of us in, at least, Canada understand very well. I wasn’t really bogged down with creativity this time around. It always used to disturb me that my inner voice would have to be ignored to study these volumes of text just to get the grade….(..to make this paper and career…to ultimately be creative all over again lol)…Im confident now in at my age, that my inner voice will never ever leave…i just have to (a la Tucker) ShUt ThE FuCk UuUuP, and listen for it.
Anyway, in the heat of all these études I walk in to the kitchen to get me a snack…etc. I look outside, and there’s a massive, glitch-in-the-matrix, Carribanesque-Bampsi, spider right outside my window….
I almost expelled my cheerios. I noted to my father, “dad, look at that thing…, it’s so cold outside, like stop making webs already, there’s no more food”…..
My dad mysteriously disappears….I look around, he comes determined around the corner holding a spray bottle…”This guy is going to die” he said. Some pesticides are illegal in Quebec, so my neighbor pedals my dad some of the good stuff from Cornwall.
I was shocked, i never saw my dad so organized against a spider. Usually im the one screaming and he’ll grab a spider with his hand and throw it outside…( i know, i got shivers too)…
My man stood outside in front of this sucker and destroyed its home and certainly its confidence…The funny thing is my dad kept spraying this spider as if he was using projectiles….the spiders not going die right away…
“Stopp! That’s enough!” I shouted…”just give it a second to work”…no sooner, my dad went after a second one off to the side…
I said…DAD!
It was over. I havent seen a web since….
Last Saturday, Ill mestizo and I opened for Typecast and Preach Ankobia at Ptit Campus. Mestizo and I have been boys for years, but havent performed together in around 8 years. I had much fun….we did a few hype tracks…i busted out an instrumental I havent used before live…it worked out wonderfully (POSTED BELOW)
On Monday night, I went back to the Campus, this time upstairs to check Narcy and Palestinian hip hop group called DAM…
I was hangin with Tash upfront. Moonstar was spinning the night, and the Nomadic Massive singers were supporting Narcy on the Mic.
Now, I got to say….this was my vibe, my crowd, my everything. I would have LOVED to kill it with them on stage. Narcy aired the Phatwa video….DAM, killed it.
It’s interesting to hear how much influence western culture and Hip Hop has had on these three motherfuckers from a such a war torn land…
DAM stands for Da Arabian MC’s….I can think of at least two things wrong with that name, but no one ever said Boot Camp Click had amazing spelling.
http://www.dampalestine.com/ for what it is…
The Track me and mestizo flipped…..Dutty Monks –> DOWNLOAD