New Blu&Exile!

Been wanting to post this for a couple weeks. But kept slippin' up with more important stuff popping up. This video isn't the best quality, matter of fact, I can't comprehend a lotta the words cause this video is that unclear. However, IT DOESN'T MATTER! The point is that Blu&Ex are back at it again with a new prospect. A new album, hmmm hopefully soon? Too hard for me to tell thus far.
Enjoy.

Godbless you uncle.

A moment to acknowledge someone I respect that passed last night due to liver cancer. He was in excrutiating pain on his bed at home, hardly concious. Excuse my writing. I'm expressing whatever my thoughts feel in no order no format.
When I went to go visit him last week these are some thoughts that hit me.
I stepped into the Fremont apartment, it felt like it lost a bit of its luster.
He was always a man of vast knowledge with books all over the shelf yet today, the books seemed a bit lessened.
Highly organized usually but there were bills on the table with his glasses lying there in a dangling fashion.
In other words as soon as I stepped in I could see the unusual things appearing.
I could hear the life support machine from his room, a horrendous sound.
Immediatly, it hit me. This was real. My uncle, who has been nothing but good to me is paining in the other room.
To gather myself, I murmered a quick prayer under my breath then rose to my feet. I prayed for him.
As I inched up towards his door, I could feel the tragic energy and the sounds became unbearable.
I stopped and hesitated right outside the door. Moments passed but I felt like it was too unfortunate for me to see.
There was a mirror.
I made a quick look in the mirror to see him laying on his bed, breathing heavily, all the medical equipment attatched and suddenly looked away. It was a drastic step further from what I thought it would be.
I briskly turned around and made myself back away to the main room. My eyes were full of emotion.
What just happened was indescribable.
To cover my eyes and attempt to be strong for all my family there, I reached in my pocket to get my sunglasses.
Nothing was to be found, I must have forgotten them in the car.
The feelings were rushing from my head to my eyes now. I could feel a river of emotion flooding my head about to break the frail leevey my eyes had.
I hopped out the chair got my shoes on and stepped outside.
I wasn't strong enough.
This was a true tragedy.
Someone who had been so humble, helpful, down to earth having to go like this.
That's a thought that rips my heart apart.
I roamed the apartment building making a swift round to try to ease up. But could not shake the thought.
This is something I have to ponder upon. It's only right.
Came back outside the apartment to see my aunt outside.
I could read her face, it was paining just as much as mine with sorrow.
We siliently acknowledged how unfortunate this was by mere eye gestures.
All this time I was thinking about how tremendous of a man he was. Self made. Intellectual. Highly educated. Humble. Simple. Teacher. Guardian. Helping hand.
Amazing.
I went down to my moms Honda with her rapidly. Grabbed my glasses and threw them on. I had to be strong for her. I muttered another prayer.
And me? I hardly pray from the heart like this. Hardly. But this time I felt that compelling emotion. Like it was the only hope.
My moms reminisced.
I took it all in.
I hated seeing people in pain. I can't stomach it. When I saw my own uncle in pain, I felt an impossible to say feeling that I've never felt before.
Such a great man, such a sad story.
Godbless Uncle.
I love you.

[Posted with iBlogger from my iPod touch]

Skyzoo-Ified.

I'm pretty anxious for Skyzoo's album on the 29th. Cop "The Salvation"


These messages make you ponder. Life can be rougher than you think.

Dunk Exchange SF 9.20.09

This was my first DXC, the homey Kyle is a vet now with 4 on the board. Haha.
I hate to be so critical, but my first DXC will be my last DXC. Unless something crazy is happening.
Not my thing whatsoever. I came for newspaper. Nothing more.
I like sneakers, I enjoy appreciating collections of connoisseur who have racked up an insane amount of kicks over the years. Shout out to the real sneakerheads at DXC, you know the ones with jobs?
The rest were a bunch of kids in high school just as I am. You can't be in high school and have 20 pairs of $100+ sneakers. Its irrational as hell.
One thing that agitates me is immaturity. When I see kids my age jobless, spending 200+ on sneakers with their parents bills, I think what the hell is going on with this world?
My mom too intended to give me a bill so I can enjoy myself at DXC cause she knows I dig this type of culture. But I feel that there's practicalities in life. I didn't need shoes as it was, and I would rather give the hard earned money back to my family. Sure, there was temptation everywhere, but I would like to stand on my own two and say I bought these kicks myself.
The kids there were all acting like clowns. Being obnoxious. You just had to be there to see it.
I would rather spend money where it matters on friends, fam, supporting good music, charity. There, I know money is going to a good cause, rather then some kicks on my feet that are gonna end up getting beat in a year. Shoes and clothes, yeah they're coo they can be replaced/traded/sold, friends and fam that's love, indestructible in all aspects.
I enjoyed DXC because it was interesting getting to see people that are truly dedicated to sneakers, but the kids my age were straight stupid.
Anyway, the only thing I ended up buying was an Adapt tee from the dude Evan at Adapt, cause it was dope and you gotta support good people.
What made my day was watching Hopie SpitsHard kill the stage with a energetic performance. If you haven't copped "The Diamond Dame" yet do so soon, you're missing out. Pictures above, having trouble choosing which one to put in newspaper!