Philly Fans Get Tased (they should be tranquilized)

Gotta love a lazy cop, had to hit the kid with a taser gun to avoid further embarrassment, I mean the kid was a tiny 17 year old (clearly piss drunk or mentally retarded), they definitely could have just bodied him after a few more bobs and weaves - but I'm not complaining, this is some GOOD TV - especially if you're a partially embittered Mets fan.

UPDATE: Another Stupid Phillies Fan Runs on Field Gets Tased A DAY LATER He also, had a bag of weed on his person (most likely some BC bullshit), what a goon, everybody knows you always give your drugs to a friend before you do something reckless...

Dipset Back in the, Back in the, Building :: DIPSET ANTHEM

This song always gets me open, New York City fight music, (or Crunk Muszik, whatever works for you slang-jockies) - definite Anthem status in the streets. Here's a link to Cam and Jimmy Blah Blah Blah-ing about getting the band back together. I just wanna hear a new DipSet Mixtape - fuck an album... until then, Diplomatic Immunity all-day, Grand-DADdd...

The Black Keys "Next Girl" :: Rust Belt Video Hoes = Dino-Tsaurus

As far as low-rent videos go, this one does the trick. It remains to be seen whether or not the Black Keys got pushed into releasing it by the label (as it states in yellow in the video), but what do I care? The vid adds a bit of brevity to a track by a chronically moody group, and the song has that hammering blues-groove that made their earlier Rubber Factory so fresh despite its throw-back nostalgia (less-so (fresh) in more recent records). This is like the Rust Belt equivalent of a rap video, seeing how they have become the darlings of the rap-game the past few years (see BlakRoc) I'm sure their new-found friends will co-sign the swagger of this skin-filled clip. #SEXSELLSRECORDS

Notes on New York and other Grand Standing Rants (NEW YORK will NOT love You Back)

New York is dying for a comeback. After the great cultural vacuum of the 2000 era, when new york essentially became a charicature of itself - many will argue, but fuck it, this is my social theory (bozo). NYC just didn't have the edgy originality that made it epic in prior Generations - i blame many things for this, but most of it, it was that New York got dragged into the same jingoist patriotism that has always plagued much of our lands. I mean Osama is an asshole, and a sick fuck, and 9-11 was wack, but its end result was New York became a little more normal, more safe, more "centerist" (gross).

This flick reminded me of some club ish circa Tunnel - era (remember those needle-drenched clubs, Kidz) - probably because that was the last time I wore so much plaid (it needs to be re-retired). Some weirdo just popped his shades on me, flicked it up, gave 'em back, not my stee, sunglasses at night, just not a good look for grown folk (if anyone).
Unfortanately, It takes a LONG time to see any visible in NY. I mean change is possible, but said transformation takes a decade or so - maybe that's why they say "you're not a real New Yorker until you've lived here for at least 10 years" by "they," I mean other out-of-towners (craving identity or something) - I certainly didn't sign-off on that rule. New York is either in your blood, or you are a simply a resident of "The City." Being from here means less to me than it used to, as it should, some of the greatest New Yorkers originally came from somewhere else. It IS however a serious badge of honor(especially if you found yourself in the trenches of NY in the "roaring nineties"), this city can(and will) eat you alive, I've seen it happen, it's not a pretty site. The New York City Guild is always impressive, and we can always smell are fraud - well at least my peoples. Oh yeah, and this city will NOT love you back, get a dog.

ARAB PARROT - Squawk Hard LA to NY

via ARABPARROT
..Always enjoy the Arab Parrot's view of the world... a diamond in the ruff-trade of sycophants and pseudo-socialites littering the blogesphere. Parrot just calls what he sees, raging with the cajuns and clowning on the abundant phonies littering the streets of LA and NY. This classic Parrot Original pretty much sums it up his, "Fuck you I'm doing me" blog stee ... peep his bloggery, some gems from Coachella (fuck flicks of lame indie-rockers performing with long-faces) Parrot schemes on the groupies and the grimeys. This Parrot Squawks like he Walks...

ICE T vs. Aimee Mann Web 2.0 Beef #WIN Ice - T

Via my dude LIVEWRONG from LA

Money In Trashbags, Call that Garbage ...

Dining AL-fresco at The Gramercy

Rockstar Bar Bathroom = Art Project and Petri Dish All-in-One

April 20th - Duuuude, it's Hitler's Birthday

Fonda Musing (depicting Douchery)

@dances withWhiteGirls X Rando (sans Teeny) - in too deep...

CREEPIN' on a Come-Up?!

boiler-room speakeasy

Los Mets Opening Day! Sports, Sports, Beer, Sports...

Damn Gord, Don't look so excited to be there. It was pretty fuckin early, in his defense. A little beer goes a long way on opening day...

that's Darryl Strawberry's little peanut head (I swear), and some old-timer.

Yeah America. GO METS


Home of the Mets (and Budweiser), not that I'm Mad at that...


Damn, he must have seen us lookin at him. Yeah Gord really looks like he asked for this photo op...

he must be looking for his dude in the banana suit. Gross.

...Because it was actually a great game. Mets beat the Marlins 7 - 1. D. Wright a hit an 2-run bomb (opposite field, dad) and the fun (and beer) just kept Flowing...GO METS.

It's Johan Santana's Town now (sorry Juelz. Are you dead?).

Better than Chia Obama