NYC! NYC! NYC!
Some people may not know this but Im not much of a “Blogger” but slowly Im changing that. So for this one Im just going to do it day by day recap of what went down in NYC haha
It Starts – Day 1 in NYC. Friday, May 13, 2011
I arrived in NYC at 12:30am. Yes, that’s Friday, the 13th. Before I get into the good stuff, let me tell you about the troubles I had upon arriving. Days before the trip, I was set to crash at a friends place, but that fell through the day I flew out to NYC. With a ticket and nowhere to stay, I was kind of stuck. Luckily for me, my friend Melanie offered for me to stay at her place. For which I am eternally grateful. From the airport, I took a cab to Manhattan to the pre-party for B-Boy Massacre, Behind the Groove. And, let me inform you, the cab ride was $51.00. I felt raped, but I needed to get there. Melanie gave me a cross street where to meet her at and I didn’t have an address. Yeah, I was a little lost. As I was going to contact her and tell her that I was at the location, my phone dies. Ugh! I’m in NYC for the first time, nothing is familiar and yeah, I had no way of contacting her. I walk into a corner store (a.k.a Bodega) and got some gum and Hi-Chews (strawberry, of course) and asked the guy behind the counter if I can charge my phone because I needed to get in contact with Melanie and I was out of town. Dude, he was a saint and allowed me to charge my phone. Bro, whoever you are, you rule! I charged my phone for ten minutes and get a hold of Melanie. Now, I’m at the cross street where I was to meet Melanie and I’m there with my entire luggage, standing at the corner. Can you picture me? Can you say “out-of-tower?”
Now, I’m with Melanie and its 1:55am. She and I go to the pre-party at a club called, Le Poisson. When I arrive, I was welcomed by familiar faces, the Renegade Rockers. Being it was my first time in NYC, it was great seeing people I knew. I didn’t waste any time, I hauled my luggage into the restroom and changed. I was tired, but I was ready to cypher. I went all out, I didn’t hold anything back. I was in the cypher as much as I can before we had to leave. Yeah, all cockiness aside, I rocked that shit no doubt. We leave the venue because we needed to catch the ferry to Staten Island. When we were on the ferry, Melanie pointed out the Statue of Liberty and for some odd reason, it looked small to me and I didn’t seem too impressed. I guess I was tired. We made it to her huge house and unpacked and didn’t get to bed until 7:00am.
I finally wake up at 1:00pm and freaked out because I thought the event started already, but it didn’t. Whew! I got ready to find that Melanie’s grandmother cooked me bomb-ass pork chops, veggies and rice, basically a great home cooked meal. During that time, I didn’t have a place to stay for the rest of the weekend and I was worried. While having those thoughts, my friends from Social Villains Clothing, called me and offered me a place to stay for the rest of the weekend. I am forever thankful for their generosity and I’m off to Brooklyn.
I’m now at B-Boy Massacre and its 8:30pm. The energy of the jam is positive and mad live. Kid Glyde charges me half price at the door and I was thankful for that. Thanks, bro! I head over to the Social Villains booth, drop off my luggage and I hit the bar. After a few drinks, I relax and watch the preliminaries. My friends from St. Louis come up to me and ask me to enter. At the moment, I told them, no being that I had a knee injury and I was there to relax. I heard the MC call their name, I downed my drink and decided to walk out on stage and join them in battle (insert heroic voice here). We ended up going against a well known crew from NYC named Beast Coast. After my friends round, this famous B-Boy named, Tata (who, by the way, is one nasty-ass B-Boy) went out, killed it. As I was standing there, Tata walks up to me knocks my hat off my head and the MC says, “Welcome to New York, Homie!” At that exact moment, I was upset and angry, but the bigger part of me decided to stay calm and collected. I didn’t want to show them I was upset or give them any reaction. I smiled, picked up my hat, put it back on and I didn’t hesitate one bit and I went for it. Which, I feel I killed it. While still being respectful, without being negative. See for yourself…
After the battle, a lot of people came up to me and gave a lot of love for my style and above all, keeping my cool and not allowing Tata to get to me. They didn’t understand how I kept my cool and I told them, “Honestly, I don’t know. I didn’t want to give him a reaction. I felt the best way to react was to dance.” So, if I was going to react, it was going to be through dance. I didn’t have to talk shit or show any emotion, I figured hey, I’ll let my dancing be my reaction.
Shout out to the winners Supreme Beings! they killed it.
below is one of the battles I filmed
Supreme Beings Vs. Renegade Rockers
The jam ended at 2:00am and we make it back to the crib at 3:00am. After an hour and a half of looking through the footage, everyone falls asleep at 4:20am, but me. At that time, I’m starving. No joke! It’s 5:00am and I start on my quest to find some food. Yeah, it’s extreme, but I was hungry and don’t judge me. Ha! I took off not knowing where I was going to go. I figured I can walk down one of the main streets to find something and if I didn’t, I’d catch a cab somewhere. Easy enough, right? No, not so much. No fucken cab in Brooklyn wanted to stop for me. For real?! As I was hailing for a cab, I must have seen crack heads everywhere. After seeing these crack heads, I assumed the cab drivers didn’t want to pick me up because they thought I was one. Anyway, the sun is coming up, I’m still hungry and not one single cab is stopping for me. They’re flying by me like I’m not there. As I start to lose all hope in finding a place to eat, a Crown Victoria with tinted windows pulls up. I was tripping and thought to myself, “what the fuck?!”, “is this a drive by?” Then the window cracks open and this ugly-ass bitch sticks her head out of the window and says, “Hey, Papi, whatcha doin’?” I reply back with, “Standing on the corner, trying to get a cab.” She comes back with, “Jump in the car with us so we can rape you!” Numerous things are running through my head, but the only thing that came out of my mouth was, “What the FUCK!?” Then she tries to persuade more by saying, “Come on, Papi! You don’t wanna get in the car with 3 bad bitches?!” My reply, “I’m like, you mean 3 prostitutes?” At that moment, I begin to laugh. I had to give the girl some credit, she was one persistent whore. She kept on asking me to get into the car. I ended it with, “Fuck that!!” and they said, “Alright then, FUCK YOU!!!” Then they left. What else can happen? After that ordeal, I decided to walk in direction Google Maps was showing me where this diner was. I was walking for an hour. Yes, I’m still trucking along and I was getting even hungrier. It’s not 6:30am-ish and I get to this plaza where I lay my eyes on Ducken Mutha Fucken Donuts. Fuck yeah! You don’t know how excited I was… FOOOD!!!! I was dancing all night and the last time I ate was Mel’s grandma’s bomb-ass food. Hell yeah I was hungry! I walk in and I smell donuts. Ahhh! I ordered hella shit, no lie, a combo, a jelly donut and some apple juice. Hey! If you were hungry, you’d get the same thing. I was willing to eat anything. Although, after eating a meal like that, I was paying for it later.
Breakfast was over and I make it back to the spot. I finally knock out at 8:00am. Only to wake up at 11:00am with hella energy. I woke up and decided to get ready, why not? I’m up, right? I end up hitting downtown Manhattan with the rest of the Social Villains crew. I went around and checked out a bunch of shops and what not. I saw a big church that looked like a shopping mall. We also went into a store that was called, “The Hundreds.” Don’t ask me why, but I decided to break out and start a cypher. Ha! Call me crazy, but it seemed appropriate at the time. The store didn’t seem to mind, they allow my cypher. After that, we d corndogs and walked around some more. We walked and walked and walked. We shopped a little bit and it’s now 6:00pm. I remembered I had an appointment with my home girl, Nicole Mercado. Other than being a sick-ass dancer, she’s a dope hairstylist. Yeah, I needed to get my hair hemmed up. HA! If any of you guys are in NYC, give her a call, she’s got mad skills like no other. Following my hair appointment, we grabbed something to eat and went our separate ways. It was great seeing her.I got a cab and took it to the lids store where Social Villains were making hats at. We met up again and we walked some more. Yeah, I’m spoiled in the Bay because I don’t like walking. After what felt like ions of walking, we make it to Times Square. I was amazed. So many lights, its fucken beautiful. I loved it there. While we were there, we went into some bar off the strip and started drinking. I ordered big, double shots of vodka. At this point, with all the walking, I didn’t waste any time. I order them for everyone. Yeah, we pretty much were loosened up after that. Yup! We decided to dance and started a cypher in the bar. Seems like everywhere I walked into, I started a cypher. Yeah, I’m cool and awesome like that. LOL! Something I will say, it’s like every bar I went into or walked by in NYC played GOOD MUSIC. It may have been me, but I was impressed.
Nicole Mercado’s salon is listed below if you ever in NY need a fresh styled haircut she ain’t no joke mang!
After getting down at the bar, we all decided to bounce and get some alcohol for the house. The mission in search for a liquor store was on. To my surprise was an epic failure. Fucken A!! No liquor is sold anywhere around midnight. Why? Why?! So, I settled for beer. I walked into CVS and grabbed 10 30oz Coronas and some of the cans were Budweiser, but I don’t remember. We start our journey home and while on the subway, we crack open some beers. We started downing them at the subway station. We’re mad savage like that. What can I say?! Ha! We finally made it back to Brooklyn and passed the fuck out.
Day 3, May 15, 2011
This was my last day in NYC. I have been looking forward to this day because there was a big party called, The Funkbox. I’ve heard so much about this party – Funkbox this, Funkbox that… It went on and on. The music, the dancers, and the music. LOL! I told myself I needed to check it out because of all the things I have been hearing and why not check it out? Good house music, good party and if I didn’t go I know I would regret it. NYC is known for this shit, so I had to check it out. During the day on Sunday, I didn’t do shit, just lounged around and counted the hours until Funkbox. I’m not much of a tourist, so I was content with staying in a relaxing before Funkbox. The party started at 9:00pm and ended at 4:00pm. In the Bay, we don’t get to club until midnight. So, there was enough time to relax before getting there.
We’re all ready and it’s 10:00pm. Sure enough, I looked up liquor stores in the area and I shit you not, I hit up all the liquor stores in the area, every single one within a mile of our spot and they were all closed. What the fuck?! What does a guy have to do to get alcohol in NYC?! Dammit!!! In the end I gave up and basically got myself and the crew a shit load of 40oz’s from a deli haha OE baby you know how we do it, Took those back to the house and went to town on them bad boys, hours went by and i realized it was already 2:15am!? haha shit! had to rush and round up the guys and head to FUNKBOX I was not about to miss that party no way, we then attempted to call every cab in brooklyn and not one of those bastards picked up or wanted to pick us up, “seriously? thats fucked up” LOL so we called a stupid ass car service and it cost about $50, which i thought was bullshit but nothing was going to get in the way of me going to funkbox, finally making it to funkbox at around 2:45am giving me about an hour to get down i hesitated not paid my way in and ran into the nearest cypher and got down allllllllll night long, man FUNKBOX is just for lack of a better description fucken amazing! in fact im not even going to describe it anymore then that plain and simple its like every sunday which is just awesome haha so if your in NYC and sunday rolls around and you aint at FUNKBOX your stupid! lol real talk below the flier is the link to their website check it out y’all no bullshit its off the hook!
After funkbox I got my ass home and stayed up talking with the homes from social villains for a few hours, don’t remember when but I passed out at some point as did everyone else.
Day 4, May 16th GOODBYE
Now this day I’m not much of a goodbye person and truth be told the last day anywhere im usually always thankful and glad to come home so with that said Monday i woke up at like 2:30pm packed my shit and headed to the airport only to find out my 7pm flight was delayed to 8pm then it was delayed to 9pm then to 10pm yeah FUCK YOU JFK airport hahaha seriously! Aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhh but thank GOD I was SF bound at 10pm and my flight was not cancelled.
Well thats pretty much all I have to say so for anyone that actually read all this THANKS! haha NYC thanks and all the homies i made out there Peace love and God bless till I return. I learned a lot and was inspired a lot on this short but sweet trip
(damn I suck at this blogging thing huh? oh well fuck it… haha)
-Lucid The SoulShifter