Wherever this gem came from…wow this is awesome. Started watching it; couldn’t stop.
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On Friday September 5th, Wale and I were invited to see Jerry Seinfeld at Meyerhoff Symphony Hall in Baltimore, MD. This was very last minute and I flew in that afternoon from Boston. I missed the 4:30 flight so had to get on the 5:30 which got me to BWI at 7PM. The show started at 7. Luckily there was an opener so I arrived at the venue around 7:30 and missed the first 5 minutes of Jerry’s set. Wale showed up right as I was getting the tickets from will call. The show was amazing, I laughed a lot and Jerry dealt with a bizarre fan who stood up during the Q&A at the end to make a speech about homelessness (Jerry: “It’s a comedy show, people can pick up the paper and get depressed immediately after if they want.”) Jerry left us backstage passes because he wanted to meet Wale, as back in June, his assistant called me asking for a copy of the Mixtape About Nothing. We waited in the green room for him to come out and it was like something out of the show:
Me: Hey I’m Dan Weisman, really nice to meet you, this is Wale
Jerry: Oh, Wale. Yes. I really liked your thing.
Wale: Thanks man, that means a lot. I really liked your thing too.
Jerry: (turns to road manager) This is Wale, that rapper who made the mashup mixtape thing with the theme song and bits from the show. I really liked it; listened to it quite a few times.
Wale: That means so much man, thank you. I’m a huge fan and the show was so inspiring to me.
Me: You weren’t offended by the mixtape?
Jerry: No! I’m a comedian. I loved it.
Wale: That’s great cuz I became kinda famous off it.
A few more words were exchanged and that was that. It was one of the more surreal experiences of my life.
Directed by Chris Robinson. And starring Mack 10 as the truck driver. Man this song is so fucking fire. YOU AIN’T GOT NO WINGS IN MI CASA, QUE TE PASA, YOU AIN’T EVEN IN MY CLASSA. Winner for best use of spanglish in a rap.
Adam Kimmel presents: Claremont HD from adam kimmel on Vimeo
Spotted over at Ferrari Murakami
Well done!
Not gonna lie, I actually like Shawty Lo; “Dey Know” and “Foolish” are both really fire, but T.I. has pretty much shut him down. I love how T.I. can make “Whatever You Like” and then do this record for the streets and not have anyone question it; true versatility. Speaking of versatility, T.I. f. Rihanna “Live My Life”…wow
And while we are Numa Numa-ing, let’s give this guy a few more youtube views, I don’t think 18 million is enough
One of my favorite writers, Nelson George, posted this on facebook today and I thought it was worth sharing:
Two friends of mine — one of nearly thirty years and the other a solid twentyfive — are in New York area hospitals. Middle aged men now with kids, wives, wifeys and a long track record to live and up and down to. Being in the middle range of this life means your body, hopefully just in small ways but often in jarringly big ones, begins to slowly break down. You can arrest this process with a god diet, exercise and a stable life rhythm. But this process can not be stopped. It is a story arch we all live through. We can change some of the plot points. We can have surprise second and third act twist. But we all know how the story ends — we just move to it at different paces. Visiting my friends who right now are frail, slow moving and definitely a little scared, makes all the meetings and plans I had before and after feel hollow. What’s so crucial, what’s so pressing, what’s so important is feeling very silly for me at the moment. Made me think that we all end up at a hospital somewhere in a nighty trying to walk down the hall with a nurse by our side. Maybe we have tubes dangling out of us. Maybe we have some of our hair shaved off or a nasty hole somewhere in our stomach. But its gonna happen. And that’s only if we’re lucky. If we don’t have enough insurance or had a regular check up we could just keel over one night when that Advil just wasn’t enough. This may sound a little melancholy but its always sobering when you look life in the face and see right to its core. It won’t stop me from moving and grooving out into the new day or from striving madly for that dream(s) that haunt me — after all, what are all but dream chasers? — but your body’s destiny is your destiny. So while this flesh is still sweating and muscular and hungry, you must feed it, and feed it well. Time passes. The days go by. Kiss your babies. Hold your lover. Feel the wind against your skin. And make sure you look over the buildings, pass the cars and marvel at the sky. Take a damn deep ass breath and fill those lungs with air and hold it a very long time. Exhaling is a beautiful thing and brings you closer to the inner workings of this marvelous, unreliable machine we live in. peace
