G. Love and Special Sauce
I have to diss Nelly and Timbaland, who are both so apparently rich and famous that they can diss their fans. It's like -- come on man -- is it really that hard to rap a couple of hits and blow the spSan Francisco:
Greetings from San Francisco, where I'm pulling in for a two night stand at the infamous Warfield. The Warfield is in the shadiest neighborhood in the country. It's deadpan alley and the crackheads use the bus to block the cops from seeing them deal or smoke crack. A totally messed up area.
Last night we had a kick ass show at the Crystal ballroom in Portland, Ore. I've been battling a kinky neck, which has had me on the ropes, but when I'm on the stage the adrenaline keeps me pretty lose. The rest of my days have been agony.
This has been a big week so I just want to kick San Fran in the a** and really get off at the Warfield, then enjoy 2 days off!
Well I spent the weekend at Sundance film fest in lovely Park City, Utah. This was my 7th consecutive show at the festival and it was one of the best, but, make no mistake, it was freezing cold, man! We played outside at Canyons Ski Resort and crushed it despite the cold.
My good friend (and cohort from the Bootycall video and Napoleon Dynamite!!) Efren Ramirez, joined us onstage for a dueling harmonica solo. Jimmy Jazz played electric bass and we all froze our asses off for 75 minutes of pure unadulterated hip-hop blues! Also in the house was Dhani Jones of the Philadelphia Eagles. Oh yeah.
I have to diss Nelly and Timbaland, who are both so apparently rich and famous that they can diss their fans. Both were scheduled to perform at Harry O's in Park City but no showed. Timbaland was a no show and Nelly just came out after Akon's somewhat respectable show and thanked Budweiser before being escorted off the stage.
It's like -- come on man -- is it really that hard to rap a couple of hits and blow the spot up? Are you scared to sweat on your Rolex?! Are you too busy checking out your f***ing Lamborghini to remember why you're getting paid in the first place? Grab the f***ing mic.
After the Timbaland no-show, Matisyahu freestyled for a second. I'm sure he didn't even get paid. He blew it up... Word up.
Just landed in Seattle, 2 nights at the Showbox, starting tonight.
Today, I finally feel like I'm not in a rush. That's because I'm in Rocky Mountain High Denver, Colo. For the next two nights I'm playing the Fillmore. Oh yeah, it's gonna be sick! We gained an hour today, so I got plenty of time to hit the gym, practice and f*** with my drummer Jeff.
Last night I hit the tables at Harrah's in Kansas City. I had a nice run at the Blackjack tables and left $150 up, which I proceeded to piss away at the roulette table and the slot machine. Nevertheless, I still walked away from the treacherous place up $65 and, trust me, anytime you leave ahead -- you're a winner.
You see, I used to try to win $10,000 or lose $1,000. I never did win 10 G's; however, I did lose many thousands... ouch, that hurts. Trust me, there's nothing more depressing than thinking about all the shit you could have bought with 1,000 clams while you're walking back to the bus with your head hanging low.
Now I have learned (and am continuously learning) the nuances of Blackjack -- or 21, as it's called in some circles. I usually play with $100-500 and shoot to double or triple my money. Blackjack is the working man's game and if you stick to the book and use work ethic and not luck you can probably win.
That's all for now, time to shed. Peace in the Middle East.