Time to get my weave and doo rag out. I'm going to Shoreline for a night of rumjungling with Phife and Q-Tip. August 16. That's the day Hip Hop reaches a new echelon of brain waves for yours truly. TRIBE. TRIBE. Worth it alone for Tribe. And the Pharcyde? Yes. Spank Rock. I don't know if anyone else likes them, but using words like 'Game Boy' in a rap song tickles me as much as proper grammar in rap songs tickles NPR commentators.
I also heard that the concert in Devore, CA (aka San Bernardildo) would lead to my inevitable death. Apparently, a bunch of black people jumping around could never have small Asian female survivors. I believe it.
To Shoreline I go.
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