From Rockerfeller Center:
Yeah New York; show 'em how it's done. Keep it real, keep it live 'til I get there. We've got some catching up to do, you and me. Remember the highlights? Time to relive the bygone days of mirth and merriment. I'm makin' a list.
I want some friggin' schnitzel from Rolf's:
I want a bottle of Wostyntje at the Ginger Man:
I want several bottles of sake at Decibel, in style no doubt.
And I want to lounge at Sugarcane (we're talkin' res ipsa here, if you know what I mean).
Only the Fed.R.Civ.P. stand in my way. I'am about to pull a 12(b) and dismiss that shit. There's light at the end of the tunnel and it's coming from The City. It's the Roc. Holla.
That's what I want to see: a Roc-a-fella Christmas LP from HOV and Kanye. Or a decent MC battle. Speaking of Jigga, he recently signed this new, pint-sized UK rapper by the name of Laddy Sovereign. Rolling Stone can't stop marketing her to the masses. Personally, I don't know what to think about her yet.
Rap from the UK is odd. Take The Streets (aka Mike Skinner) for example. At first, I was not impressed with this guy:
His lyrics are kinda weak, but the flow is infectious; you can't help but like it after a while.
Plus, the guy's a cracker, which puts him in some illustrious company:
We've got 'nilla...
And tubby Bubba "I'm cool 'cause I added three Xs to the end of my name" Sparxxx...
And Lil' Ronnie, the 12 year-old who thinks the Colts will go 16-0...
And some schmuck named Marshall who can thank Viacom for bringing him up out of the trailer park.
Alright, so the caucasian persuasion in the hip-hop nation isn't all that bad. We've got these guys:
But the Beasties are like 60. Mike D broke his hip. Ad Rock's a member of AARP. MCA drinks Ensure.
Thank God for the new blood. Aesop Rock. Big up to Brook-nam. "I'm a sovereignty columnist, fathering doom documents, a cursed version of a certain Virgin Mary womb occupant."
No sleep til Brooklyn. You're on my list too. Can't wait to ride the L.
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Objection, your (MC) Honor! You can't go disrespectin' the Beasties and use them for your sign off. Personally, I never cared for Mike D, but Ad-Rock? All the girlies in the house say "Yeah!"
By the way, your posting of 12/9 had me a little stumped for about three seconds... I thought, "What's he got against Heather Mills?" Then I realized, it was Satan's Chambermaid. You're a mean one, Mrs. Grinch. Anyone who can write a foreword for Phyllis Schlafly's book without being a total prankster has got completely outer limits.
It's a good thing you're so cute and clever, 'cause your spelling SUCKS!
But you make a good point, though the Mac was not from Kraft - think more "tre formaggi." Beverages included: Parigot Cremant de Bourgogne, Princesse Clotilde Premier Cru, and I had a Margaux for the table, though no one opened her.
God, we're awful. Wine: blah blah blah blah blah blah. At least Scott was there representin' Ohio, drinking the Coors. And Hennessy for da players (I lie, 'cause I like Remy bettah).
You wouldn't be a Dalton boy, would you?
By the way, I find myself looking up a lot of Latin these days, thanks to you.
Upper East Side prep school, notorious thugs - same difference.
my old nyc bar selection (all east vil/lower east side...)
1. the holiday
2. the international
3. parkside
and for cuisine, the kiev for soaking up vodka. (r.i.p.)
have a great time.
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