all i want for christmas is a devin the dude skate deck. check out soundclash skateboards. they got decks from awol one, acey, ab rude, living legends, more. my man submass in paris had the 2mex one when i was just over there. dope shit...
"In the late summer of 1969 the Canadian record buying public chose to endorse The Poppy Family by establishing `Which Way You Goin' Billy?' as the biggest Canadian hit ever. `Billy' successfully climbed to the No.1 spot on all radio stations across Canada. Having watched The Poppy Family from Vancouver, British Columbia, evolve as a recording group has been a satisfying and rewarding experience. The constant creative growth, both musically and lyrically, within the group is evident in the album `Which way you goin' Billy?'. The versatility of the group, from Terry Jacks' meaningfull writing, to his wife Susan's beautiful and emotion packed voice allow them to explore avenues of musical expression hitherto uncharted. All the while The Poppy Family retain their own sound so unique to themselves". (Fraser Jamieson, President London Records, Canada - Nov 17th 1969).
seems like a whole little wave of nostalgia for toronto's hip-hop history has been building up over the last couple of years, what with year two of manifesto just taking place in the last week, the live at the bbq parties bringing back the - i hate to say old school - veteran toronto emcees and deejays, and a number of blogs popping up with old radio shows, concert flyers, twelve inches, and whatnot. i'm not going to pretend i was there back in the ron nelson/concert hall/jonbronski days - i moved to toronto in september of '96 - but i am feeling a bit nostalgic as well, even though it was a bit of a different era when i got there. coming from london, ontario, hitting planet mars on a regular basis, i had never seen anything quite like it. crazy energy. there is a ton of stuff popping up from back in the days, i guess "digging" now means googling things or following links from one blog to the next, not getting your fingers dirty like it used to, but it's still all good. there's a ton of good stuff to check out. i'm moving back to the t-deezy pretty soon, and i feel good about it. i'm proud of the people i know there who have been holding it down for the longest. i'll see y'all soon...
the fifth day of september. the summer is over. waking up on the tuesday after labour day, you could feel it. tangibly. the air was different. brought to mind a line from george jung (the guy who the movie blow was about), something to the effect of "it's the last day of summer, and i'm alone in the cold." something like that. a mild melancholy. a little bit of depression sinks in. is it really over? yup. amazing how you can go from summer to fall in an instant. in one sleep. i rode my bike around all day, searching for little bits of summer that might remain. the air. the water. people. me. all different. is it like this every year? it is, i'm told. my first (and only?) summer living here. small town. lake village. different life. it goes so fast. work. work. work. work. sleep. sleep. sleep. sleep. make more excuses and then go back to work. even the temperature changes in a day. amazing. maybe it knows. maybe they all do. an experience it's been. would i do it again? not sure. maybe. ask me again in eight months. am i glad i did it once? definitely. now i know. toronto. back there soon. a few weeks. it'll be different. the same. it's been a few years. four. five. not sure. montreal. london. and here. wow. time flies. i'll see you soon...
a few nights ago i woke up the loud singing of a black bird on my windowsill. this is the first time this has happened. the sleep i was in, was, so deep, so dark, so consuming, i'm not sure if i would have woken up at all if it wasn't for that bird. i think it saved my life. maybe it was sent. maybe it picked up on something that was happening and came to bring me back. i don't know. all i do know is that i felt like i was being brought back from the dead. in a very real way. wow. thank you bird. thank you so much...
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