name dropping harlotry
well saturday i got to bounce at a Wu-Tang 'concert'...it was a pretty tiny venue but crowded none the less. and since i was the rookie on the team i became the 'post sitting bitch' which was totally fine with me. So there i was, 'guarding the VIP entry when some clown comes up dressed like he's going on safari in Zamunda ('Coming To America' reference for those who didn't know). not only did he have of the dark khaki shorts and matching goofy shirt almost calf high white socks scrunched down into his designer brown boots, but also the retarded hat with the brim lifted up on the side and pinned...on his chest was a bullet-proof vest-sans kevlar mind you. and an obscenely long gold chain, at the end of which dangled a gold mic swaying somewhere around the area of his navel. not belt buckle mind you...that'd be too near his groin. As he sauntered into the vip i was required to stop him and tell him he wasn't allowed back there...all i got was a "it's good to see you again" i didn't know this ass nor had i ever seen him before in my life...but fortunately for me my post sitting buddy Curt, listened to rap and whispered into my ear, "Thats Cappadonna, let him by.." Oops..my bad...
Not only that but one of the sound crew who the promoter told up to let by kept coming up to the door to listen to the local talent...stress on the local, not so much on the talent, it was wretched as fuck. So anyway...he wasn't too bad looking for a 'thug gangsta' a lot more reserved in his 'bling-age' and hardcore-ness. simple white t-shirt and pair of jeans, an earring i think nothing to extravagant. So he talked to me on and off for about three hours as i made fun of each and every horrid rap group that got on the stage and gave shout outs to their baby mommas, label affiliations and yelled into the mike, gasping between lyrics like fish out of water from smoking too much weed and drinking like there's no tomorrow. Mind you, i'm all for doing what you feel you must but if after three minutes of being the hype man and all you basicly say is 'yea! holla at ya boy! and motha-fucka!!' why are you breathing like you just ran a minute and a half mile?!?
anyway...at the end of the night, i was bitchin about where was the other member that was supposed to be in the VIP when Curt leaned over and was like, "He's been in there ever since Khun (the promoter) let in the trio of stage hands" I was all confused..Turns out the quiet guy i had been talking to all night was U-God. i always thought he'd be taller than he was, and i told him so..he laughed and stood on his toes "I'm almost six foot."
Amazingly at the end of a long night of kicking out pot smoking groupies, local 'managers' and the random nosey fucktard, Cappa handed me his new CD and autographed it..i was unimpressed with his performance so i gave it to my friend Arleen...but U-God signed one of his promotion flyers for me...i might actually go buy his CD...it's a thought...
Not only that but one of the sound crew who the promoter told up to let by kept coming up to the door to listen to the local talent...stress on the local, not so much on the talent, it was wretched as fuck. So anyway...he wasn't too bad looking for a 'thug gangsta' a lot more reserved in his 'bling-age' and hardcore-ness. simple white t-shirt and pair of jeans, an earring i think nothing to extravagant. So he talked to me on and off for about three hours as i made fun of each and every horrid rap group that got on the stage and gave shout outs to their baby mommas, label affiliations and yelled into the mike, gasping between lyrics like fish out of water from smoking too much weed and drinking like there's no tomorrow. Mind you, i'm all for doing what you feel you must but if after three minutes of being the hype man and all you basicly say is 'yea! holla at ya boy! and motha-fucka!!' why are you breathing like you just ran a minute and a half mile?!?
anyway...at the end of the night, i was bitchin about where was the other member that was supposed to be in the VIP when Curt leaned over and was like, "He's been in there ever since Khun (the promoter) let in the trio of stage hands" I was all confused..Turns out the quiet guy i had been talking to all night was U-God. i always thought he'd be taller than he was, and i told him so..he laughed and stood on his toes "I'm almost six foot."
Amazingly at the end of a long night of kicking out pot smoking groupies, local 'managers' and the random nosey fucktard, Cappa handed me his new CD and autographed it..i was unimpressed with his performance so i gave it to my friend Arleen...but U-God signed one of his promotion flyers for me...i might actually go buy his CD...it's a thought...