Fuck a Record Company

man this is disturbing: bibliocops

rosetta stoned came by.
gad damn those guys can flow!
I can say with total confidence that FARHQ was the best place to be in the city on friday if you bleed hiphop (now that tru skool is shut down) – also sunday night I went with the single greatest possessor of good taste to run a blowjob ring in middle school to see christopher o’reily play elliot smith and radiohead covers on solo grand piano at the Kenedy Center. Mind blowing (you always want to sit in the front left at a solo piano gig – grands all open with the hinge on the player’s left, and the piano always rings out to the audience, and you want to see her/his hands). I mean mind blowing like matrix extraction, like “what the fuck..” like “this guy is better at piano than I will ever be at anything”. we were overwhelmed by his virtuosity. he absorbed attention and exuded precision; a sharp edge slicing through the sensory jungle of percussive tonal growth. and he signed cds afterward. it was a foppish awesome affair. and the hipsters and haute folks got on swimmingly.

Blam:

that’s why I hustle down the boulevard