brand new bullshit
it is 12:24 am and i'm on 59th and 5th avenue at the 24 hour apple store. the apple store is joining the band wagon of different store's marketing plan to have late night dj's in their establishment. last week it was dj danny krivitz. today it is n'dea davenport and andrew love of the bran new heavies. they just released a new album, so i assumed this was some publicity for them. i love the brand new heavies. and i know they've been a band way before n'dea came along, but the only thing i remember about them is her singing for them. dream come true, mind trippin, the world keeps on spinnin, stay this way, dream on dreamer, and i can go on. those are classics, at least to me they are. and mostly, not to take away from the great sound, because of n-dea. see added an element to the band's sound that siedah garrett couldn't bring (even though i liked their "shelter" album)
so to say that i am totally upset and disappointed to find her ass on the fuckin one's and two's, d-jaying, instead of singing her black ass off on a mic would be an understatement. i been plannin for two weeks to come see these mutha fuckas perform. i was excited about this shit. i was playin there old and new shit on da ipod all week and today too, gettin my ass ready for her to sing those classics, well at least to me they are. she's real low key over there too. i had to do a double take when i walked in just to realize that it was her. she got on a army green hat broke over her diva shades and army fatigue vest with tight jeans and knee high boots. she look hot, but bitch grab da mic and sing a song or two. you are no dj. she's spinnin a couple of nice joints. but she ain't even mixin them, she just jumpin from one cut to the next, ending them somewhat abruptly. don't quit your day job baby. she ain't even playin none of their own songs. a lot of alternative, house, and some hip hop.
maybe her throat sore.
it rained all day today, and although the night is nice, there still some clouds a brewin over head. i came out in this gloomy weather. i feel a certain way. the crowd is kinda crazy. ain't nobody studyin her. everybody is on the free internet. or shopping. at fuckin 1 am friday night, i mean morning, muther fuckas is shoppin at the apple store. and ain't thinkin shit about fuckin dj n'dea.
i don't wanna bitch about it. it's a nice, almost fall night. i'm glad to be out. shit i worked and went to school today. and had a drink when i got off, and smoked a blunt with my old roomate before i left my old place, and he broke me off a bud of his good ass cali green that i'm gonna roll up when i get home, and i'm still gonna go out to the chocolate bar when i get back to brooklyn.
so nahhhh n'dea!
no, i won't complain, i had a good day.
and actually it's a good thing that i came to the apple store. cause i can have them look at this cheap ass fm transmitter i bought for my battery burnin punk ass ipod that got a short in it.
steve jobs is pimpin the hell outta our asses. yeah steve's a mac indeed.
so to say that i am totally upset and disappointed to find her ass on the fuckin one's and two's, d-jaying, instead of singing her black ass off on a mic would be an understatement. i been plannin for two weeks to come see these mutha fuckas perform. i was excited about this shit. i was playin there old and new shit on da ipod all week and today too, gettin my ass ready for her to sing those classics, well at least to me they are. she's real low key over there too. i had to do a double take when i walked in just to realize that it was her. she got on a army green hat broke over her diva shades and army fatigue vest with tight jeans and knee high boots. she look hot, but bitch grab da mic and sing a song or two. you are no dj. she's spinnin a couple of nice joints. but she ain't even mixin them, she just jumpin from one cut to the next, ending them somewhat abruptly. don't quit your day job baby. she ain't even playin none of their own songs. a lot of alternative, house, and some hip hop.
maybe her throat sore.
it rained all day today, and although the night is nice, there still some clouds a brewin over head. i came out in this gloomy weather. i feel a certain way. the crowd is kinda crazy. ain't nobody studyin her. everybody is on the free internet. or shopping. at fuckin 1 am friday night, i mean morning, muther fuckas is shoppin at the apple store. and ain't thinkin shit about fuckin dj n'dea.
i don't wanna bitch about it. it's a nice, almost fall night. i'm glad to be out. shit i worked and went to school today. and had a drink when i got off, and smoked a blunt with my old roomate before i left my old place, and he broke me off a bud of his good ass cali green that i'm gonna roll up when i get home, and i'm still gonna go out to the chocolate bar when i get back to brooklyn.
so nahhhh n'dea!
no, i won't complain, i had a good day.
and actually it's a good thing that i came to the apple store. cause i can have them look at this cheap ass fm transmitter i bought for my battery burnin punk ass ipod that got a short in it.
steve jobs is pimpin the hell outta our asses. yeah steve's a mac indeed.
posted by PISTACHIO JOE @ 9:29 PM
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