Cash Money Will Save The Economy

Posted by on May 6, 2009 in Stories, Uncategorized | No Comments
Cash Money Will Save The Economy

For once, I’ll keep it short. No drama, no small details. Nothing. For once, I won’t waste your time with words and more words. Because for once, things were easy. Just for once. Don’t get your hopes up for the onces coming. Believe me. DON’T. Anyhow. DJ Cash Money àll the way from Philadelphia playing a set in club […]

How to Bust a fort (k)Noxx

Posted by on Apr 29, 2009 in Stories, Uncategorized | No Comments
How to Bust a fort (k)Noxx

Spring is in the air, summer is around the corner and a lot of artists start their European tour. Great for the blog and my project since this results in my agenda having less and less blank spaces and me having less and less sleep. Busta Rhymes was coming to Antwerp, due to perform in […]

Hurricane on Heels

Posted by on Apr 14, 2009 in Stories, Uncategorized | No Comments
Hurricane on Heels

DATE???? Now this is one of my favorite stories. Where do I begin? Do you remember when you saw Grace Jones for the first time? I do. I saw Grace Jones when I saw Eddy Murphy’s Boomerang for the first time. I was watching Boomerang on tv while I was supposed to sleep. I was […]

Fuck the slice, I want the Pie

Posted by on Apr 6, 2009 in Stories, Uncategorized | No Comments

DATE??? Can you have your cake and eat it too? I always try too. I always lose. When I found out that Grandmaster Flash and Xzibit were both in Belgium on the same Friday night in two different cities, deep inside I already knew I was doomed. To choose is to lose and I hate losing […]

Name: Mulatu. Age: 66

Posted by on Mar 29, 2009 in Stories, Uncategorized | No Comments
Name: Mulatu. Age: 66

Mulatu Astatke. Mu laaa tuu. As. Tat. Ke. It took me a while to pronounce it. For the people who know the man: great. For the ones who don’t, let me be so kind to introduce you. Mulatu Astatke is the Godfather of what people call Ethio-Jazz. Word is that Ethio-Jazz is created by Mulatu Astatke and therefore […]

At the end of it all it was Q

Posted by on Mar 15, 2009 in Stories, Uncategorized | No Comments
At the end of it all it was Q

Ancienne Belgique So many stars in the sky. So little you can touch. I prefer planet earth. Like in ‘down to earth’. What is the perception of a ‘star’? Do you get rated by the screaming fans at your doorsteps? How many albums you sell? The lyrics one writes? The beats you produce or the records […]

The Groupie Trick

Posted by on Mar 14, 2009 in Stories, Uncategorized | No Comments
The Groupie Trick

Feest In Het Park, 15/08/2009 While taking a bath I was thinking about the lessons I’ve learned with N.E.R.D. 1. A backstage pass isn’t necessarily a one way ticket to Polaroid heaven. 2. You have to be bold but polite, persistant but not pushy. 3. Groupies get inside. Or at least girls who carry that […]

One for All, All for one Polaroid.

Posted by on Mar 14, 2009 in Stories, Uncategorized | No Comments
One for All, All for one Polaroid.

Lokerse Feesten,  07/08/2009. It doesn’t hàve to be difficult. Sometimes the hustle isn’t necessary. Sometimes, you just have to depend on your instincts. Simple. Baloji for example. Baloji is a Belgian artist and just released his first solo album, an autobiography called ‘Hotel Impala’. He was scheduled to perform right before N.E.R.D. and I hoped I could […]

When the MC came, to live out his name.

Posted by on Mar 14, 2009 in Stories, Uncategorized | No Comments
When the MC came, to live out his name.

Ancien Belgique (Brussels), DATE. My first gig in the AB. In my humble opinion the coolest concert venue in Belgium. Especially for anything in an urban atmosphere. If you are a true artist, I believe you can create magic in that place. I saw Jay-Z performing there once and it was brilliant. The iron balconies on both the left […]

D-O-double-G = N.O.P.E.

Posted by on Mar 14, 2009 in Stories, Uncategorized | No Comments
D-O-double-G = N.O.P.E.

Vorst Nationaal (Brussels), date. Where do I start? It was a freakin’ disaster. Here’s the story. Connection wise things started already on the wrong foot. Nobody could get me in. Nobody could get me backstage. Universal wasn’t really co-operative either. They basically told me that the only backstage passes they have, were for their own use. I contacted someone […]

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