Photo Credit: The Almighty Wes A.

I did not want to go to this fucking show.

Nothing against The Cool Kids, because I was excited in the days leading up to the NBA 2K9 tour stop in New Orleans. But I was having a rough, shitfest of a day. And something told me I wouldn’t actually get the tickets I was supposed to and that I would have no time to chop it up with Mikey and Chuck. Y’know, music business bullshit and whatnot. Of course, when I rolled up to the House of Blues, I was told that I didn’t have tickets waiting on me and I damn sure didn’t know who to ask. However, one call to Mr. Gottsdale and I was on the tour bus in about twenty minutes. Read the rest of this entry »

Photo Credit: Wes A.

“Only eight of you at a time,” said the House of Blues security guard to a group of us as we headed to the main floor. “Otherwise the elevator will get stuck.”

It was me, Diz Gibran, DJ Kiilu and Tony from around the way. Five minutes ago we were backstage with Pac Div and The Cool Kids before they and The Knux opened for Q-Tip. Now we found ourselves rushing to catch Pac’s first number. The large elevator doors slid open and a group of dudes walked in, followed by myself and a guy wearing a black windbreaker. The doors closed. One guy pressed the button… then he pressed another… and another.

Ain’t that about a bitch. Stuck.

“How many we got?” someone called out, counting heads and ending with me and ol’ Windbreaker over there. We avoided each other’s gaze in shame. Nine and ten. Read the rest of this entry »