I decided to combine technologies on todays post…

My blog was written in my moleskine ….check le ici in pdf form

http://www.divshare.com/direct/11322627-fa3.pdf

Toronto was as fleeting as a nap time….

After being lost in a car with B Magic and A to the motherfuckin T, which I thoroughly enjoyed cause they’re really good people who appreciate talks about talent and art and music and beats etc, I finally ended up at some video recording studio, where a bitch named Selena Dhillon pulled out for her people and showed us how it was really done (so much love at you SD). But I digress, we shot a ghetto vid or two, and then proceeded to Boston Pizza where I enjoyed Yam fries and being on the periphery of my mans Humble the Poets aura of fame. My man is famous, plain and simp’. Girls flock to him, recognize him at distances…etc. Regular Regular Regular lookin indian guys stare at a distance whisperin to their buddies etc. We were a pretty sick and pretty pretty entourage now that I think about it; Humble, Harman the Hater, AT, B Magic, that guy David. Now, I was already exhausted, and although the car ride with Magic and AT was fun, we were gettin frustrated with being lost. Harman the Hater, who’s coined such phrases as “stay in your lane” and “A to the muhfuckin T”, gave us opposite directions each step of the way.

As cute as Harman is, is as fun as he is to poke fun at. It’s just easy though cause he’s so soft spoken, it’s rather endearing. The majority of my trip was spent raggin on Harman for having the Utility of a leadless mechanical pencil, good for flippin over and using the other end, that’s it. In the end, my man got frustrated and STILL came to Humble+Sikh’s show. So, I have to send out massive public love to Harman the Brother. Remember what I said, if I hurt your feelings, it’s only cause I love you…..

While we waited for the show to start, Humble, Balraj, and I went to an all day breakfast place. This place was pan-everything. Chinese cuisine, hamburgers, pizza, desert, coffee, and yes, breakfast all day. It was run by, what I can only assume, is an east asian couple. there was a large mural of hamburger and fries on one of the walls, and while we ate, tree gyalis ‘a walk chru and said they wanted us. The menu was line upon line upon line of dishes. The only thing I could think was how they could make a pogo stick and Imperial rolls one after the other without thinkin twice about their own menu. I think that immigrants do so much to make it in the bloodclot west that the sycophantic “yes sir, and no sir” works it’s way into vocation, and suddenly you have driver’s Ed locations where you can rent movies, real estate offices that offer eyebrow threading, and my favorite, the indian grocer/fashion warehouse. The need to survive will certainly make one say “I’ll do anything you want me to do, just pay me”. Immigrant menus are an indication.

The show was good….we did the usual tracks with some Lighter’s International fire, and it was really well received. To my enjoyment, I got paid. But, Im certain we’ll have really really new material to bless the masses with some summer. Lal killed it as usual.

I love how my sister’s missed my set, and showed up 10 minutes after I got off.

To end this loving weekend off, I watched a Bronx tale with the nieces, and performed a clean sweep of my hardrive of an indication of my ex….and now it’s off to Boston, to start my horribly placed practical as a Speech-Language Pathologist….

New fire in my Logic, ready to be mixed down, comin your way…

see you soon Kitt!