Hussra wrote:
Can't believe Gold Star is still open. Gold Star became the spot for cheap drinks and hipster doofi after the original Tuman's went upscale. I was more of a regular at Inner Town Pub; miss the days and nights of bar-hopping Division & Damen and Ukie Village.
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now the other time i had a bitch attack me was on the red line heading south out of howard station. some big dumb black bitch was talking all kinds of crazy shit and even with earmuff headphones on i could barely hear my music. i matter of factly told her to shut the fuck up.
what were you listening to? your own productions/music?
probably not. i've had a love/hate relationship with the stuff i've done since i've been browbeaten by most everyone i tried to share my creations with since the beginning, there have been legit years where hearing the sound of my voice on a track made me recoil in anguish and promptly turn it off while blurting out something negative. it's easier to get lost in the old tracks i tried to make around 99-06 and then the later DJ mixes but as far as the rapping shit, yeah, i'd venture to guess i was probably listening to something really good by a professional/ly-validated musician or band or rap group.
gold star is just kind of a weird piece of shit bar. one night i was sitting there drinking a stella artois and some lame normie blonde chick comes up to me and starts trying to hit on me. raw aesthetics told me i wasn't interested so i decided to have fun with her. she was asking about why i was sitting there with headphones on and a notebook and hadn't put 2 and 2 together to figure out i was attempting to write lyrics, so i told her i was keeping journals of my travels through time and space. she was utterly mystified by what i said and asked me what i meant, so i told her i was from the far off future and she could pick any future year and i'd tell her what happens in it. she picked the year 2364 or something so i made up some shit about how that was the year that the mcdonalds federation treated the galaxy to the "mcfuckup" and the fallout from that radiated until at least 2375 in most sectors of the galaxy and rah rah rah blah blah blah. she was so amused by what i was spouting she called two friends over to get a load of me.
after challenging me to a couple'a more rounds of dadaist "who can make shit up better?" she eventually gave me something to ask what i'm doing in this time period, to which i delighted in telling her that i believe there is a television channel called American Movie Classics in this period that has what they call movie marathons.... well i'm doing a marathon of the greatest cataclysms in the history of earth, and what i like to do is show up in town a day or two before everything goes haywire to get a lay of the land and see how everyone is doing.... then watch it all fall to shit. she had a big doofy grin on her face and asked what the coming apocalypse was so i throw up my index finger and go "interdimensional time law prohibits me from telling you about events that may or may not affect the integrity of this timeline, however, i can tell you with divine providence that you shouldn't wear those flipflops tomorrow (and i pointed down to her lame ass footwear) -- it's hard to run from the apocalypse in flip flops!"
i got a fucking ovation from the three chicks who were totally bemused by my presence, so soaking in the glory of that moment of achievement in the field of excellence i went to order another stella artois and the bartender flat out told me i was already overserved. i kindly asked him if he just witnessed the performance i put on and he just said "it's time for you to go" and then got his bouncer buddy to usher me out of the bar.
seriously that's how fucking lame gold star is. if anyone comes in there with world class game the people there get afraid that their big spending yuppies will get scared/offended/feeling-inadequate/something so they'd sooner kick the coolest motherfucker out of the place just to keep the status quo of dumbass soulless yuppies ordering modestly overpriced drinks in order. it's truly their fucking loss.
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Curious Hair wrote:
Les Grobstein's huge hog is proof that God has a sense of humor, isn't it?
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