Seems that American Apparel is breaking back "HyperColor" I know the skittle kids are going to be all over this. Head over your AA store to grab them.....
Wednesday, July 2, 2008
Thursday, June 26, 2008
Wednesday, June 25, 2008
Monday, June 23, 2008
I'm not too sure...
I said before I have not seen too many SB's as of late that have come out that make me say Whoa. These are releasing at Brooklyn Projects on Friday. I might have to cop these...love the use of gold and black. This is part of the BMX series, wonder how the skate kids will treat the BMX kids, there has always been beef between to the two groups...
Sunday, June 22, 2008
Dennis Woodruff on TheGluttony.com
Dennis Woodruff on Thegluttony.com from kellen on Vimeo.
This dude is a fucking trip....
source : thegluttony.com
The night
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Sunset...
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Tuesday, June 17, 2008
things have changed....
So a lot has changed I have moved back out west back to Hollywood....I will write an update soon of what has been going on, hold your horses poeple!
Tuesday, May 6, 2008
Friday, May 2, 2008
Music 5/2
Thunderkatz - 3 AM (Klever’s So So Death remix)
Elucid - Starstruck (Sean Bell Tribute) feat. Santogold
Elucid - Starstruck (Sean Bell Tribute) feat. Santogold
DJ Enferno
DC's own DJ Enferno is on the promo tour right now with Madonna as her DJ! Thats not huge, its FUCKING HUGE! This is Madonna we are talking about now...
Congrats bro!
Congrats bro!
Coldplay - Viloet Hill
Here you guys go, first look at Coldplay's forthcoming new album "Viva La Vida" this song is dope
http://www.zshare.net/audio/112723823c0bb6e0/
http://www.zshare.net/audio/112723823c0bb6e0/
Tuesday, April 29, 2008
The summer of Busta?
This is the second track I have heard off the new Busta LP. Seems like this summer will be the Summer of Busta. I did not post the first song, to check that out go to DJ Geometrix's blog.
Here is the new Busta - We made it - Feat. Linkin Park
http://www.zshare.net/audio/112507983a3a735a/
The Summer Time jump off for the ladies?
Ne-Yo's new album drops on June 24th and here is a sample of his new song "Closer" below is the download. Fellas you wanna impress the ladies in your car's this summer...do yourself a favor and download it!
http://www.zshare.net/audio/112833718026573a/
Game's response to what happened to Sean Bell
The song is called "911 is a joke"
TO NOT BE MISTAKEN FOR 9-11 a date we shall never forget....
Click the link below to listen and download.
http://www.zshare.net/audio/112809186a6b2dcb/
TO NOT BE MISTAKEN FOR 9-11 a date we shall never forget....
Click the link below to listen and download.
http://www.zshare.net/audio/112809186a6b2dcb/
I know this is late, but its never too late..
Stories like this just depress me but I feel the need to cover them.
THE NEW YORK TIMES // STORY BY MICHAEL WILSON » Three detectives were found not guilty Friday on all charges in the shooting death of Sean Bell, who died in a hail of 50 police bullets
outside a club in Jamaica, Queens, in November 2006. The verdict prompted calls for calm from the mayor, angry promises of protests by those speaking for the Bell family and expressions of relief by the detectives. Detective Michael Oliver, who fired 31 bullets the night of the shooting and faced manslaughter charges, said Justice Arthur J. Cooperman had made a “fair and just decision.”
Justice Cooperman delivered the verdict in State Supreme Court at 9 a.m. Describing the evidence, he said it was reasonable for the detectives to fear that someone in the crowd that night carried a gun. He added that many of the prosecution’s witnesses, including Mr. Bell’s friends and the two wounded victims, were simply not believable. “At times, the testimony of those witnesses just didn’t make sense,” the judge said. Several supporters of Mr. Bell stormed out of the courtroom, and a few small scuffles followed outside the courthouse. By midafternoon, there were no suggestions of any broader unrest around the city. Mr. Bell’s family and fiancée left without making any comments and drove to visit his grave at the Nassau Knolls Cemetery and Memorial Park in Port Washington.
Music for 4/29
Kidz in the Hall - Driving Down the Block (remix) feat. Pusha T, Bun B & The Cool Kids
SO-ME - Decalcomania
Mr Oizo - Minuteman’s Pulse
DJ Mehdi - Pocket Piano
ACDC - Thunderstruck (Crookers remix)
DJ Jazzy Jeff & The Fresh Prince - Summertime (its about that time)
Estelle - American Boy feat. Kanye West (MR GASPAR remix)
Benny Benassi - "I am not Drunk (Bloody Beetroots Remix)"
Queens of the Stone Age - Goin' Out West (Tom Waits Cover)
SO-ME - Decalcomania
Mr Oizo - Minuteman’s Pulse
DJ Mehdi - Pocket Piano
ACDC - Thunderstruck (Crookers remix)
DJ Jazzy Jeff & The Fresh Prince - Summertime (its about that time)
Estelle - American Boy feat. Kanye West (MR GASPAR remix)
Benny Benassi - "I am not Drunk (Bloody Beetroots Remix)"
Queens of the Stone Age - Goin' Out West (Tom Waits Cover)
Monday, April 28, 2008
Jay-Z speaks about the playoffs...
This is the song why suppodly the Washington Wizards have banned going to LOVE night club and The Park on 14th owned by Marc Barns.....
download here (your welcome)
http://www.zshare.net/audio/11198548b2dcdd99/
download here (your welcome)
http://www.zshare.net/audio/11198548b2dcdd99/
Saturday, April 26, 2008
Must need for the summer time jump off
Mosley Tribes hooked up with Crooks & Castles...Jasmine save me a pair please!
Wednesday, April 23, 2008
Friday, April 11, 2008
Tuesday, April 8, 2008
Monday, April 7, 2008
Google addict
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Saturday, April 5, 2008
Friday, April 4, 2008
Heart Of the City
thats right this Sunday HOVA will take over Verizon Center. This show needs no promo....
One thing I'm glad to see is that HOVA is picking REAL DJ's. Neil Armstrong is an amazing DJ, after seeing how a DJ can do so much different real techniques, I am glad I have personally been able to make friends with some of the greatest I think. Geometrix, Enferno, Quixotic, I-DEE, Dirty Hands, DJ OZ (the paki one) DJ OZ (the flip one), DJ Impulse and many more...
On that note, I have seen a lot of terrible DJ's as well...
Lets see if some how I can find a ticket, a good ticket to the show on Sunday
Thursday, April 3, 2008
Nomo-Phobia -- I might have it!
If you get struck by icy shivers at the very thought of moving outside the coverage provided by your mobile phone operator or being suddenly cut off from accessing your trusty form of pocket-sized portable communication, then chances are you’re suffering from “nomo-phobia.”
Specifically, a study carried out by UK organisation YouGov has revealed that millions of people are apparently suffering from nomo-phobia (or “no mobile phobia”) after becoming overly dependant on their mobile phone to the point where a drained battery signal or empty credit rating can cause an abrupt tidal wave of stress.
With research suggesting that more than 13 million Brits fear being out of mobile phone contact and are already afflicted with nomo-phobia, experts are claiming that around 53 percent of all mobile phone users could well be struggling with the condition.
According to the research, which was commissioned by the Post Office and conducted across more than 2,100 respondents, 10 percent said constant contact was required for professional reasons, while a further 9 percent claimed to feel anxious whenever their phone was turned off.
Of those polled in the study, some 48 percent of women and 58 percent of men revealed that instances such as a flat battery charge, no phone credit, network interruption or coverage problems had led them to experience moments of extreme anxiety. More than 50 percent said their reliance stretched to the point where they never turned their phone off.
“Nomo-phobia is all too real for many people,” commented Stewart Fox-Mills, telecom expert for the Post Office.
“We’re all familiar with the stressful situations of everyday life such as moving house, break-ups and organising a family Christmas. But it seems that being out of mobile contact may be the 21st century’s latest contribution to our already hectic lives,” he added. “Whether you have run out of credit or battery, lose your phone or are in an area with no reception, being phoneless can bring on a panicky symptom in our 24/7 culture.”
Possible ways recommended for better avoiding the related stresses of suddenly finding yourself cut off from accessing your phone include keeping credit levels near constant and carrying a pre-paid phone card in order to make calls should your mobile be out of commission, or perhaps even stolen.
The study also offers that mobile phone users should supply family and friends with an alternative contact number, have important numbers stored and available somewhere other than their mobile, and even to voluntarily enforce a period when the handset is turned off in order to help loosen its hold over everyday life.
Note: Not being so utterly dependant on mobile phone access here at The Tech Herald, we couldn’t help but feel that this story was borderline April Fool material. However, other reputable sources have covered it and date it March 31, so therefore there really must be some seriously affected mobile users out there.
Yea I might be one of these people....I love my berry way too much!
Picture/Info : The Tech Herald
From the John Mayer blog
Reading this on a rainy day...it makes sense...humbles you..
I need to write this.
I've been traveling alone in Japan for the better part of three weeks now, and It's been so remarkable an experience for me that I can't book a ticket home yet. I haven't spoken very much out loud these days, but I've been thinking to myself in what feels like surround sound. I can see so many things clearly, and feel so connected to myself and the world around me that I need to share the perspective with you.
I'm already aware that when I sing, say or write anything, 50 percent of the response will be in support of it and the other 50 will want to discount it. This blog, though, is directed to 100 percent of people reading it. If my blog truly does have any cultural effect, then it should be used for more than just pictures of sneakers and funny youtube videos. (If you don't think my blog has any effect, than you can't by definition be reading this right now and therefore don't have to respond to it in any way. Isn't that tidy?)
What I'm about to write isn't about fame or success or celebrity or the media. That's my business.
This is about us all.
This is about a level of self consciousness so high in my generation, that it's actually toxic.
This is about the girl in her bedroom who poses in front of the camera she's awkwardly holding in her outstretched hand. She'll take a hundred photos until coming up with one she's happy with, which inevitably looks nothing like her, and after she's done poring over images of herself, will post one on her myspace page and then write something like " I don't give a f*ck what you think about me. "
This is about the person trying out for American Idol, who while going off about how confident they are that they were born ready to sing in front of the world, are trembling so badly they can hardly breathe.
This is about me, the guy who walks through a throng of photographers into a restaurant like he's Paul Newman, but who leaves a "reject" pile of clothes in his closet so high that his cleaning lady can't figure out how one man can step into so many pairs of pants in a week.
This is about a young guy who maintains a celebrity blog that subsists on tearing other people down but who has wrestled with a lifelong battle for acceptance as a gay man.
This is about us all. Every one of us. Who all seem to know deep down that it's incredibly hard to be alive and interact with the world around us but will try and cover it up at any cost. For as badass and unaffected as we try to come off, we're all just one sentence away from being brought to the edge of tears, if only it was worded right. And I don't want to act immune to that anymore. I took the biggest detour from myself over the past year, since I decided that I wasn't going to care about what people thought about me. I got to the point where I had so much padding on that, sure, I couldn't feel the negativity, but that's because I couldn't feel much of anything. And I think I'm done with that.
I'm not the first person to admit we're all self conscious, Kanye was. But what I want to do is to shed a little light on why we're all in the same boat, no matter the shape of the life we lead: because every one of us were told since birth that we were special. We were spoken to by name through a television. We were promised we could be anything that we wanted to be, if only we believed it and then, faster than we saw coming, we were set loose into the world to shake hands with the millions of other people who were told the exact same thing.
And really? Really? It turns out we're just not all that special, when you break it down. Beautifully unspectacular, actually. And that truth is going to catch up with us whether we want to run from it or not. The paparazzo following me to the gym ain't gonna be Herb Ritts and the guy he's following ain't gonna be Bob Dylan. It's just a matter of how old you are once you embrace that fact. And for me, 30 sounds about right.
What now, then? I can only really say for myself: Enjoy who I am, the talents and the liabilities. Stop acting careless. In fact, care more. Be vulnerable but stay away from where it hurts. Read. See more shows. Of any kind. Rock shows, art shows, boat shows. Create more art. Wear hoodies to dinner. Carry a notebook and hand it to people when they passionately recommend something and ask them to write it down for me.
Root for others.
Give more and expect the same in return, but over time.
Act nervous when I'm nervous, puzzled when I don't know what the hell to do, and smile when it all goes my way. And never in any other order than that.
And when it's all over, whether at the end of this fabulous career or of this life, which I hope takes place at the same time, I should look back and say that I had it good and I made the most of it while I was able. And so should you.
I'm going quiet now.
John
FROM THE HEART....
I need to write this.
I've been traveling alone in Japan for the better part of three weeks now, and It's been so remarkable an experience for me that I can't book a ticket home yet. I haven't spoken very much out loud these days, but I've been thinking to myself in what feels like surround sound. I can see so many things clearly, and feel so connected to myself and the world around me that I need to share the perspective with you.
I'm already aware that when I sing, say or write anything, 50 percent of the response will be in support of it and the other 50 will want to discount it. This blog, though, is directed to 100 percent of people reading it. If my blog truly does have any cultural effect, then it should be used for more than just pictures of sneakers and funny youtube videos. (If you don't think my blog has any effect, than you can't by definition be reading this right now and therefore don't have to respond to it in any way. Isn't that tidy?)
What I'm about to write isn't about fame or success or celebrity or the media. That's my business.
This is about us all.
This is about a level of self consciousness so high in my generation, that it's actually toxic.
This is about the girl in her bedroom who poses in front of the camera she's awkwardly holding in her outstretched hand. She'll take a hundred photos until coming up with one she's happy with, which inevitably looks nothing like her, and after she's done poring over images of herself, will post one on her myspace page and then write something like " I don't give a f*ck what you think about me. "
This is about the person trying out for American Idol, who while going off about how confident they are that they were born ready to sing in front of the world, are trembling so badly they can hardly breathe.
This is about me, the guy who walks through a throng of photographers into a restaurant like he's Paul Newman, but who leaves a "reject" pile of clothes in his closet so high that his cleaning lady can't figure out how one man can step into so many pairs of pants in a week.
This is about a young guy who maintains a celebrity blog that subsists on tearing other people down but who has wrestled with a lifelong battle for acceptance as a gay man.
This is about us all. Every one of us. Who all seem to know deep down that it's incredibly hard to be alive and interact with the world around us but will try and cover it up at any cost. For as badass and unaffected as we try to come off, we're all just one sentence away from being brought to the edge of tears, if only it was worded right. And I don't want to act immune to that anymore. I took the biggest detour from myself over the past year, since I decided that I wasn't going to care about what people thought about me. I got to the point where I had so much padding on that, sure, I couldn't feel the negativity, but that's because I couldn't feel much of anything. And I think I'm done with that.
I'm not the first person to admit we're all self conscious, Kanye was. But what I want to do is to shed a little light on why we're all in the same boat, no matter the shape of the life we lead: because every one of us were told since birth that we were special. We were spoken to by name through a television. We were promised we could be anything that we wanted to be, if only we believed it and then, faster than we saw coming, we were set loose into the world to shake hands with the millions of other people who were told the exact same thing.
And really? Really? It turns out we're just not all that special, when you break it down. Beautifully unspectacular, actually. And that truth is going to catch up with us whether we want to run from it or not. The paparazzo following me to the gym ain't gonna be Herb Ritts and the guy he's following ain't gonna be Bob Dylan. It's just a matter of how old you are once you embrace that fact. And for me, 30 sounds about right.
What now, then? I can only really say for myself: Enjoy who I am, the talents and the liabilities. Stop acting careless. In fact, care more. Be vulnerable but stay away from where it hurts. Read. See more shows. Of any kind. Rock shows, art shows, boat shows. Create more art. Wear hoodies to dinner. Carry a notebook and hand it to people when they passionately recommend something and ask them to write it down for me.
Root for others.
Give more and expect the same in return, but over time.
Act nervous when I'm nervous, puzzled when I don't know what the hell to do, and smile when it all goes my way. And never in any other order than that.
And when it's all over, whether at the end of this fabulous career or of this life, which I hope takes place at the same time, I should look back and say that I had it good and I made the most of it while I was able. And so should you.
I'm going quiet now.
John
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