One Day It Will All Make Sense

Passing the time. Ask yourself if you have ever felt the grand sensation of a bent boner. A morning wood cocked 90 degrees in a direction that rivals the those damn Tron bikes when they were skeet-skeet-skeeting all over the floor. Why the hell was that yesterday’s quintet when eating with a couple of friends at work? Conversations run sporadic when all you have is numbers in your head and that last thing that squeezes out is some outlandish thoughts of “L” shaped dicks, penises bent like boomerangs, ant-eater nose’s scratching their heads (that’s if you have a wang that looks like its wrapped in some tube socks). This ties in with absolutely nothing….but it fed me the idea that I needed to get out on a Tuesday. Killing two birds with one stone makes perfect sense and decided to eat in O-Town with Miss Chiquita-Margarita before heading to free Tommy Guerrero concert at the Uptown.

I think I have shot enough photos to figure what my pros and cons are and what I need to excel in to further extend this creative outlet of photography. Plain and simple….I suck at flash photography. It was virtually impossible to shoot with no flash at this venue. The place was darker then the pits of dirty bootie holes and though there are some glam in flashing some lights down a red carpet, it gives no real mood in any pictures….but of course as the geeks would say, that imo. As far as the music, it was all out jam fest with covers of old classics from Archie Bell followed by Tommy Guerrero’s signature songs of albums in the past. I was pretty surprised in Tommy’s crowd following in being mostly Asian and more specific, Japanese skate runts. All those fuckers had DSLRs but when I would go take a piss and look in the mirror with my Canon strap lacing my neck, I realized I was one of those homos….well, at least half of me. Good vibes man….good vibes.

I don’t know….I just don’t think the West Coast understands hip-hop music like how the East would. I think I read someone’s testimony from the Bay on how he remembered the days when Dipset ruled the world back when he was in high school. The statement alone wanted me to spit on my computer and choke the living shit out of him. But I guess you can’t blame a young buck like that. Rap music is at the bottom of the toilet and what is considered hip-hop today is just a forecast of what this music will get to in the next ten years. Enter Rock The Bells 2008 at the Shoreline in Mountain View. I don’t think no one in the crowd really understood what was in front of them. These were all the premier artists of our (my) time from Wu-Tang to De La Soul to Redman and to the almighty MC himself….Rakim Allah. I walked around and found people asleep on the grass while Mos Def was performing Miss Fat Booty. Like for real?! No for real! Jesus….

Street wear was in full effect as usual. Seems like this stuff goes hand in hand considering music is almost a reflection of the streets or the ghetto but I hardly think it consists of rainbow colors and foo-foo ass fonts. Considering though, this is as real as you can get. A lot of start up companies trying to earn their ends with self promoting and just word mouth, something I respect more now then ever. Also later on, some guy almost OD’d on liqs or weed. He ended up pissing in his pants and just spazzing out in the grass. It was pretty intense but the staff ended up taking him away on a stretcher and probably throwing him in the slammer for drug abuse.

Highlight of my night was seeing my all time favorite group (A Tribe Called mutha-fucking Quest!) perform live once again. God I miss the days where slow dancing kissing was the next best thing to sex at a house party! Gotta love the early 90’s. Tribe did all they could do within a hour and half set but I would have liked to hear Hot Sex and Sucka Nigga. But a venue like this has its disadvantages with all these great acts. First off, each performance was no more then an hour long excluding Tribe which headlined the event. Second, the amphitheater was just too big. Hip-hop is not rock and I don’t think it can get all people hyped to the point where girls are taking out their tits and dudes are rockin’ out wit their cock out. An intimate concert would be more fitting for me in the long run. Rock The Bells is/was cool and for $50, I can’t get mad at that price at all (minus the $11 beers and not allowing me to take in my DSLR!). Oh, all these photos are iPhone photos with mad photoshop touch ups. I did what I could.