12.07.2010

uniquity




December Uniquity Showcases Eclectic Emcees From Houston & Baton Rouge


Contact: Renard "Slangston Hughes" Bridgewater


WHEN: Saturday, December 18, 2010, 10 p.m.

WHERE: Allways Lounge, 2240 St. Claude Ave., NOLA

COVER: $5 (Advance tickets available)

WHO: Elespee (New Orleans) - http://guerillapublishing.webs.com/elespeeeloheem.htm

Marcel P. Black (Baton Rouge, LA)- www.myspace.com/themaroonsquad

Ensane One (Houston, TX)- http://bit.ly/9lKiP1


November 18th, New Orleans, LA. – The mission of Uniquity is to provide a monthly performance platform for both newcomers and seasoned veterans in the local hiphop, spoken word and R&B communities, offering them the opportunity to push their musicality to a new level by collaborating with a jazz band on stage. Uniquity is more than a concert--it’s an entertainment experience.


Artistically diverse emcee Marcel P. Black (Baton Rouge, LA), Bay Area influenced rapper Ensane One (Houston, TX), experimental Hip-Hop producer/emcee That Purple Bastard and local wordsmith and featured artist Elespee will all join live jazz band Fo On The Flo and Uniquity host Slangston Hughes for an eclectic mix of Hip-Hop sounds.


Please contact Renard Bridgewater at uniquitymusic@gmail.com for sponsorship opportunities or to purchase advance tickets. Follow him on Twitter: @PookeyMalibu.

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Uniquity – n (unique-i-ty) : 1. A place where all are welcome to express their “uniqueness." 2. A monthly event hosted by emcee Slangston Hughes, featuring the best & brightest in Hip-Hop, Spoken Word and R&B performers accompanied by four-piece jazz band, Fo On The Flo.

12.03.2010

coming soon...

Skin Horse's 'Port/Architect' - The Final Weekend!





In the darkness of a Bywater warehouse, where the spoils of Mardi Gras sleep, a band of fleeting spirits are awakened amidst a labyrinth of cardboard and steel. Inspired by Butoh, a revolutionary form of Japanese dance, ‘Port/Architect’ guides a roving audience through the complex history of mass production.

'Port/Architect' is
Manufactured by Skin Horse
w/ Direction by Evan Spigelman
Choreography by Siena Evans
Costumes by Veronica Hunsinger-Loe
Stage Managed by Anna Henschel
Sound Design by Guerilla Publishing Company
& Features Philip Berezney, Brian Dorsam, Siena Evans, Faith Hitchon, Veronica Hunsinger-Loe, Nat Kusinitz, Annalyn Lehnig, Kira Matica, Kacey Musick, Ian Painter and Cassie Pruyn

November 18, 19 and 20 at 7pm
December 2, 3 and 4 at 7pm

Meet at the corner of Port and Architect streets outside the Mardi Gras Zone Warehouse in the Bywater.

Tickets are $8 at the door.

Bring your walking shoes.

9.21.2010

The Simpsons (more from the archives....)

a long time ago (2002), at a university far far away (xavier univ.), i wrote an episode of the Simpsons. the ending has been lost in the annals of time, but heres what i dug up.....


An episode by:


Bryce Larkins


Writing for Radio/Television


Final Assignment

Scene begins with Marge seated at desk with her back to the camera. Shot tightens and camera goes over her shoulder, allowing us to see a flyer for the church picnic. She is busily cutting and pasting words out of magazines onto the flyer, until finally, in ransom note style the flyer says “super fun carnival picnic: free beer, candy, and old library books”. Satisfied, she gets up and starts walking towards the living room.


MARGE:


“Hey you guys, check out this super fun picnic going on today!! What say we all pile


into the Simpson mobile and head down there?”


Bart, Homer, and Lisa all grab for the flyer, drooling over it


HOMER:


“uhggg…free beer!!!”


BART:


“Alriiight!!! Free candy”


LISA:


“Ahhh, affordable literature at last!!!”


They hear a horn blow, look outside through window and see Marge already in he car with engine running.


MARGE:


“Come on, come on ya’ll!! You don’t want them to run out of freebies do you?”


HOMER, BART, & LiSA:


“AAAARRRGGGG!!! No freebies?”


They all rush madly to car, and when everyone is loaded up they pull away. As they are leaving grandpa Simpson walks up to the house and beats on the door.


GRANDPA:


“Hey, open up in there!! I have forgotten where I live, and the wolves will be here soon!!!”


A little further down the street they are passed by the Presidential Moving Company, which then turns into the big mansion across the street from their house.


LISA:


“Gee, I wonder what washed up political figure is moving to Springfield now?”


HOMER:


“I just hope it aint another one of those good for nothing Kennedys!!”


Scene cuts to an alleyway somewhere in the bum town borough of Springfield. There we see Ted Kennedy sprawled out on the ground with a bottle of tequila, in boxer shorts and a “I heart trickle down economics” t-shirt, with a plastic bag next him marked “dead hooker”. He wakes up and looks disgusted.


TED KENNEDY:


“Oh no, not again!!”


Scene goes back to Simpson’s in the car, Homer and the kids are all jittery and excited.


KIDS:


“Are we there yet? Are we there yet? Hey ma’, are we there yet?”


MARGE:


“Homer, are you just gonna sit there and watch them behave like that?”


HOMER:


“Gee, I guess your right Marge. What was I thinking?”


Homer hops into the back seat and joins in with the kids


HOMER & THE KIDS:


“Are we there yet? Are we there yet? Mom, are we there yet?


MARGE:


“emrrrr [the Marge grunt]”


They approach the Church everyone looks at each other suspiciously


BART:


“Hey, wait a minute. Nobody told this thing was gonna be on holy ground!!”


MARGE:


“Relax, relax you guys. Everyone will have just a dandy time.”


They pass by a large sign that reads: Springfield Church first annual fruit, Vegetable, and Vatican approved book day. No outside materials allowed.


BART:


“Oh man, this bites!! No candy!!”


LISA:


“And just look at the book selection!!”


We get a quick glimpse of the book tent, filled with nothing but copies of books titled: look but don’t touch- the catholic priest guide to taking confessions



HOMER:


“Oh kids, your overreacting. I’m sure you all will enjoy yourselves just fine. Suckers!!!”


Just then Barney comes running past the car screaming at the top of his lungs


BARNEY:


“Run for your life Homer!!! Alls they got is non-alcoholic beer”


HOMER:


“Non-alcoholic beer? For the love of God!! Make a break for it Kids!!”


They all dive for the door handles, only to find they have been removed. They look over to Marge, who is holding them up triumphantly.


MARGE:


“you all weren’t leaving were you?”


HOMER & KIDS


All babbling excuses at the same time.


“Noooooo. We would never do something like that. Well, actually I was trying to go home, but then you caught us with the door handle thing. I really just wanted to go check on…”


MARGE


“Just relax you guys were going to have fun. Sure there are no books or candy or beer, but there can still be fun!”


Gives Homer and the kids an optimistic smile, searching for some validation. Homer and the kids give each other a look and dive for the door handles again.


MARGE


“Ehgh! Ehgh! Ehgh! Forgot something?”


Swinging the door handles in her hand in a patronizing way.


HOMER


“Duh!!!”


MARGE


“Well jeeeeeeeeeezz!! I didn’t want to resort to this but you gotta do what you gotta do.”


Marge opens the trunk of the car and its filled with Duff, Butterfingers, and all of Flannery O’Connor’s writings.


LISA


“Ohhh! Wise Blood, Artificial Nigger, A Temple of the Holy Ghost, Wow mom you even have her seventh grade English journal. Ohhh! So that’s why she’s on the schools anti book list. ”


Lisa getting happier every time she reads a title. Cracking open the old composition book to find a young O’Connor’s plans for a revolt on her Roman Catholic upbringing. Than all of a sudden Homer and the kids hands are shackled together.


BART

”WHAT THE HELL!!!”



MARGE


“Heh! Heh! Heh! Tricked you guys again. I’ve been planning this for weeks. Now scurry along to the tent sponsored by Michael Jackson. Kirk Franklin and the family go on in ten minutes.”


As she laughs at her brilliant scheme she attaches a master chain to the shackles that gives off electric shocks to unruly prisoners. They begin walking over to the tent.


BART[under his breath ]


“ Lisa, we gotta get out of here”


LISA


“I know, I know, but these shackles are too tight”


BART.


“Okay, okay. I got an idea. Distract dad for me.”


LISA


“How am I supposed to do that?”


BART


“Come on Lis’, we’re talking about dad here. How hard can it be?”


Lisa scratches her head for a moment, then reaches inside her pocket and pulls out a piece of lent.


LISA


“hey dad look at this!!”


HOMER


“What are you babbling about girl? I got bigger…..ummmm”


while homer is staring at the lent as if it where the most interesting thing on the planet, Bart slips his hand into Homer’s back pocket and pulls out a greasy looking envelope marked “emergency bacon stash. In case of emergency eat paper”. He takes the bacon out, uses the grease from it to slip out of the shackles, and then tries to give it to Lisa who refuses. Homer is still entrapped by the lent, which he is now holding and spinning around.

LISA


“I’m not touching that pork. It’s a filthy animal”


As Bart is looking at her in disbelief former hip-hop star Ma$e walks over to them.


MA$E


“Excuse me, can you tell me where the Michael Jackson tent is? I’m supposed to be opening up for Kirk Franklin with a few songs off of my new Christian rap CD. Would you like a preview?


BART & LISA


“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH”


Lisa grabs the bacon, uses it, throws it back to Homer, and she and Bart both run off to go play. Marge shakes her head disapprovingly.


MARGE


“well its just me and you Homie”


HOMER [to himself]


“That’s what you think. I’ll just use the bacon and escape the same way. Surely so much grease and fat can let my wrist slip through too. Ummm…grease and fat…so much yummy grease and fat…”


Homer begins to drool and ends up eating the bacon


HOMER


“D’oh”


scene goes to Bart and Lisa, who along with Millhouse, Martin, Ralph, and other various picnic escapees are at the park trying to figure out what to do now


BART


“you’re the smart one Lisa. Come up with something for us to play”


LISA


“look, its not as easy as that Bart. Its not like ideas just fly out of no where and hit you in the head”


just then a tied and folded stack of old clothes flys in from the right and hits Bart in the head. Another follows and the camera spins around to show Smithers and Mister Burns riding around and throwing old clothes out of the trunk of Burns’ car.


BURNS


“That’s it Smithers, toss those old rags out of there. I need to get rid of all those boyhood clothes, and I’d rather let the crows peck at them then let those beggars over at Goodwill near them.”


SMITHERS


“Your too kind sir”


Scene goes back to the park, where the kids are now going through all of the clothes


MILLHOUSE


“Wow, a whole bunch of period clothing”


MARTIN


“From the looks of it I’d say circa 1920”


BART


“Well that settles it then, lets play 1920!!”


LISA


“That’s stupid Bart, how can you play 1920?”


BART


“Well since you hate the idea so much, you can’t play. All you can play is rock kick.”


LISA


“What’s rock kick?”


BART


“That’s when you walk home mad ‘cuz nobody will play with you and kick rocks all the way there.”


Bart and the rest of the kid leave to go play and Lisa begins walking home, muttering and kicking rocks. Scene goes back to the rest of the kids playing, now all wearing 1920’s attire. They talking in 20’s lingo, doing the Charleston, etc., looking like they are having the time of their life. The camera then turns to show DR. Hibbert and his family having a picnic of their own, with special guest Colon Powell. Hibbert’s kids see Bart and the gang playing.


HIBBERT’S KIDS


“daddy, daddy!! Can we go play over there??”


DR. HIBBERT


“[laughing] I guess so children, but hurry back, we’re having pudding for dessert”


HIBBERT”S KIDS


“yippee!!!”


they run over to bart, who is sitting at a table and running a bootleg root beer operation, to ask if they can play.


HIBBERT’S KIDS


“bart, can we play with you guys?”


BART


“Well, I have to check the rule book first”


Bart reaches under the table and pulls out a history textbook, obviously it hasn’t seen much use. He reads for a second and then begins shaking his head.


BART


“Well kids, we can spare some period clothing, but it says here that according to some guy named Jim Crow ya’ll have to play over there.”


Bart points to a barren section of the park, with no grass, shade, and a profuse amount of broken bottle glass. The Hibbert Kids go back to their dad crying.


HIBBERT KIDS


“Daddy, they won’t let us play with them. They said we have to be in a separate but equal part of the park.”


DR. HIBBERT


“well I never. What do you think Colon?


COLON POWELL


“I think this is an outrage, and that it calls for drastic action.”


He whips out a cell phone and dials zero


COLON POWELL


“Hello, operator? Get me the number for Huey Newton.”


OPERATOR


“But he’s dead sir.”


COLON POWELL


“My security clearance is gamma alpha omega.”


OPERATOR


“One moment please, I’ll connect you.”


[commercial]


We come back to find Marge cleaning the house and whistling. When she passes by the front door the doorbell rings. She opens it to find Colon Powell.


COLON POWELL


“Good day mam, I’m Colon Powell. My family and I have just moved across street and I’m just going around the neighborhood introducing myself”


MARGE


“oh, my goodness. I wish I would have known you where coming over. I would have baked. I do have a peach cobbler in the freezer though. Won’t you come on in while I thaw it out?”


COLON POWELL


“I couldn’t possibly mam, I have a million thing to do-”


he is interrupted by Bart who pops up from out of nowhere. He is still dressed in 1920’s garb, obviously still playing the game, and reading from the “rule book”.


BART


“yeah ma’, he can’t use that door anyway. He has to use the back door?”


MARGE


“Bart how could you say such a terrible thing?”


BART


“hey don’t have a cow man!! I didn’t write the rules, this guy Jim Crow did.”


COLON POWELL


“don’t worry about it Mrs. Simpson. I got something for you boy here, and it should be arriving any minute.”


He turns and looks outside and the camera follows his eyes across the street. There we see several cars pulling up into his yard. James Brown’s “I’m Black and I’m Proud” is playing loudly. All of the cars are black with chrome panthers on the hood and tinted windows. Several large black men hop out of each car wearing Afros, leather jackets, and dashikis. They march towards the house, and as they pass the hedges Vanilla Ice jumps out and tries to walk with them. They grab him and toss him into the street.


BLACK PANTHERS


“we keep telling you: YOUR NOT BLACK”


Camera goes back to Bart, who is obviously afraid and runs into the living room to tell Homer, who is on the sofa watching TV.


BART


“Dad, dad, Colon Powell’s got Black Panthers in his house!!!”


HOMER


“ And Siegfred and Roy have white tigers. What’s your point boy?”


Lisa comes in from the kitchen looking rather smug


LISA


“he’s not talking about animals dad. He’s talking about a group of political dissidents who started fighting for racial equality back in the ‘70’s. it seems Bart’s segregated chickens, or in this case Jim Crows, have come home to roost.”


HOMER


“What? There won’t be any roosting here!! Come on boy, we gots work to do.”



Bart and Homer march out of the living room and when Lisa tries to follow Bart stops her.


BART


“hold on there, just where do you think your going?”


HOMER


“yeah, this is a job for the Simpson men!!”


they both turn and leave out of the backdoor. Lisa, looking depressed walks out of the front and sits on the front porch. When she sits down Grandpa Simpson comes out of the bushes where he has been hiding from the wolves since the beginning of the episode.


GRANDPA


“are the wolves gone yet?”


LISA


“yes grandpa, the wolves are gone. Its perfectly safe out here…as long as you’re a man”


grandpa sits beside Lisa


GRANDPA


“oh, what’s eatin’ you little lady”


LISA


“dad and bart won’t let me join their stupid anti-black panther group. Not that I would ever take part in such a politically juvenile organization, but I’m tired of always being left out”


GRANDPA


“well, why don’t you just go and join the Black Panthers? That would show’em!!”


LISA


“but Grandpa, you have to be a member of the black race to join the Black Panthers.”


GRANDPA


“well, let me just have a look see here…”


Grandpa pulls out his wallets and begins going through several membership cards


GRANPA


“let’s see…stonecutters, masons, order of the eastern star, Columbia House music club…wish I had never joined that…NAMBLA…ahhh here we go Black Panther Party. Just show’em this. They’ll let you in.”


LISA


“but how’d you get in grandpa?”


GRANDPA


“well you know they say if you got one drop of black blood…”


LISA


“gee thanks grandpa, I love you so much”


GRANDPA


“yeah sure. Now go away before your scent attracts the wolves.”


We go back to the backyard where Homer and Bart have built a crude looking shed


BART


“man Homer. This sucks. How we gonna compete with the Black Panthers with all this crummy equipment? All we got is these white bathrobes, a bent spatula, and a used Kenny Loggins album. This stuff is worthless.”


HOMER


“I hate to admit it but your right boy. We need to get funding from somewhere”


just then a suspicious looking man in black pops out from behind a skinny tree holding a briefcase


SUSPICIOUS MAN


“Did I here someone say they needed funding?”


HOMER & BART


“hey who are you?”


SUSPICIOUS MAN


“That’s not important. Lets just say I work for your uncle…your uncle Sam”


HOMER


“Wait a minute, I don’t have any Uncle Sam”


MAN


“Forget about it. Anyway, we are willing to support your organization. How does two million sound?”


BART


“No way man. Your just gonna give us two million dollars?”


MAN


“Yes, all you have to do is take out Colon Powell before he gets too powerful.”


HOMER


“Wait a minute!! You mean you want us to kill him?”


MAN


“noooo, we quit doing that years ago. I mean dress up like a woman and take him out on a date. We get a couple of pictures of you two holding hands and hugging, let the newspapers have them, post them on the Internet. The resulting scandal will alienate his power base. It’s a lot less messy this way.


HOMER


“yeah, I can see the advantage, but won’t I get alienated too!!! I won’t be able to go to Moe’s!! are you gonna by me a bar?”


MAN


“Look Mr. Simpson, as an added bonus, I’ll tell you what foods we hide obesity increasers in.”


HOMER


“you guys make us fat?”


MAN


“hey look, fat sheep are calm sheep. How about it? you in or out?

BART


“whoooaaa!! No prob’ bob!!”


MAN


“Fine then. Payment upon completion”


as the man turns to leave a stack of papers falls out his pocket. On the cover it says “Bush’s Plan for World Domination”. He quickly picks it up.


MAN


“forget you saw that”


HOMER


“Saw what?”


MAN


“Yeah, that’s the idea.”


HOMER


“no really, saw what?”


[commercial]

we come back to find lisa walking over to Colon Powell’s house. Her normally spiked hair has now been picked out into an afro and her normal red dress is now kinte cloth. She reached the Powell home and knocks on the door.


[MUFFLED VIOCE]


“who there?”


LISA


“Lisa Simpson sir”


[MUFFLED VIOCES IN BACKGROUND]


“Did she say Lisa Bonet? Let her in”


“No fool, she say Lisa Simpson”


“Oh, okay”


DOOR VOICE


“What do you want?”


LISA


“I would like to join your organization.”


A peephole opens and a eye is visible through it. it follows her up and down


DOOR VIOCE


“well, I hate to be the bearer of bad news little sister, but you about as black as Michael Jackson.”


LISA


“but look, my grandfather was a member.”


She pulls out the card and holds it up to the peephole


DOOR VIOCE


“oh, your Abe Simpson’s granddaughter!! You should have said something sooner. Come on in.”


the door opens and Lisa walks in to find all the Black people in Springfield there, plus some from Shelbyville and all the members of the professional sports teams of Capital City. Some are shooting pool, others are playing cards, and some are playing dominoes. She is greeted by the man who was talking to her through the door. It turns out to be Gary Coleman.


LISA


“wow. So this is how revolutionaries relax uh?”


GARY


“what you talkin’ Bout Lisa? We never relax…REGULATERS…MOUNT UP”


as he says this everyone one the room dives behind something and pops back out dressed in fatigues and armed to the teeth. Warren G’s regulators plays in the background for a minute, then the scene goes back to the way it was.


GARY


“now go on in the back to our new members area.”


As she is headed to the back she passes by a closet with smoke pouring out of the crack in the door. Reggae music can be heard coming out of the room also.


LISA


“umm, it smells like Aunt Patty and Selma’s secret room in there”


Lisa walks in to a back room where Dr. Hibbert is reading over applications. As she enters the room she sees Carl and Lenny, and Lenny is wearing blackface. He sees Lisa and ducks down. When she passes he and carl start talking.


LENNY


“you think she noticed?”


CARL


“Nah, of course not. No one here has any idea you’re not Black. No go get the Brittany Spears CD out of the car”


we focus back on lisa, who is now over by Dr. Hibbert.


DR. HIBBERT


“Well Lisa, in all my years of being your family doctor I don’t see how I never noticed you were black, but mistakes do happen. Here fill out this application.”


LISA


“thank you Dr. Hibbert”


She takes the application, fills it out quickly, and gives it back to Hibbert.


DR. HIBBERT


“Everything appears to be in order here. I think you’re in Lisa. Be at our first public forum tomorrow in the park. Colon Powell is going to give a speech. Plus, there will be pudding!!”


LISA


“I’m there!!”


Across the street Homer and Bart are watching everything through binoculars from the tree house.


HOMER


“Stupid panthers and their stupid rally in the stupid park. I’ll fix’em. Come on boy, we gotta find a dress that will bring out the green in my eyes.”


BART


“Yeah, but first we have to get rid of all those unsightly eyebrow hairs.”


Bart holds up a shiny pair of tweezers. The camera backs out of the tree house and as it does we hear homer screaming in pain.


It is now the day of the Rally in the park. Everyone in Springfield is there. Lisa is walking around handing out flyers, still in her kinte cloth and Afro. She passes by a group of black men spraying graffiti on a wall in the park. The graffiti says “die pigs”. Chief Wiggum approaches, holding a jelly doughnut in one hand, and pulls out his gun with the other.


WIGGUM


“alright, hold it right there boys!!”


all the men freeze with their backs still to Wiggum, but as he gets closer the doughnut slips from his hand and he drops the gun in order to catch it. all the men run and escape, except for one who turns out to be Lou.


WIGGUM


“aww, Lou. How could you?”

LOU


“geesh, I’m sorry chief. It was the peer pressure.”


We go back to Lisa, who is still handing out flyers and who is now talking Dr. Hibbert


LISA


“wow, what a great turn out.”


DR.HIBBERT


“Yeah, I never realized Springfield had so many black people”


we then see a shot of the crowd and for the first time we realize that its really the same five people drawn over and over again and put in different clothing. Of course Lisa and Hibbert don’t notice.


LISA


“I don’t think anything can ruin this”


as soon as she says this we zoom back to the Simpson home where Marge is beating on her bedroom door demanding to be let in


MARGE


“Homer!! What are you all doing in there? Open up, open up right this instance!!”


HOMER


“go away, Marge!! The boy and I have big things to do”


MARGE


“I’m not leaving until you open that door.”


HOMER


“ohh, we’re finished anyway. Come on boy.”


Homer walks out of the room wearing one of Marge’s dresses, heels, and a blue wig shaped like Marge’s hair. That song from Mrs. Doubtfire is playing [dude looks like a lady]


MARGE


“Just where do you think you’re going in my good dress!!”


HOMER


“To save the world Marge. To save the world.”


MARGE


“Well, you better be home by dinner. I’m making pot roast”


as she is saying this Homer and Bart walk out of the door. When they get to the street and are about to get into the car, some random guy pulls up beside Homer in a red convertible, looking like a reject from the Miami Vice Reunion show.


RANDOM GUY


“Say babe, how’s about me and you go have a beer or two?”


HOMER


“I’ll have you know I’m a happily married woman, and even if I wasn’t such a lame pick up line would never work on …did you say beer? Hold down the fort boy, I’ll be back in a flash.”


BART


“aww man.”


Homer and the guy drive off together.


We go back to the park where Colon Powell is about to give his speech. He is behind a podium in front of he crowd.


POWELL


“Before I begin today, I want to take a minute to express my thanks for the support we have gotten from all the other oppressed people of Springfield. First off the Hispanic community”


Camera cuts to Bumble Bee man


BUMBLE BEE MAN


“Viva la Causa”


Back to Powell


POWELL


“The Indian and Scottish community”


Camera cuts to Apu and grounds keeper Willy, who is wearing a kilt and has his face painted half blue like on Braveheart


WILLY


“Aye, we Scots fight to the death”


APU


“And we Indians will serve you refreshments afterwards!!”


Back to Powell


POWELL


“And last, but not least, the gay community.”


Camera goes to Lenny and Carl


LENNY & CARL


“What? What are ya’ll looking at us for?”


As they say this Smithers Passes by wearing a pair of biker shorts, listening to a Walkman, and humming YMCA. We then go back to Powell.


POWELL


“Now that that’s out of the way, we can get to the serious business at hand, the business of finding a way for us all to get free. I’ve witness more than few acts of oppression since I’ve been in Springfield…”


He is interrupted by Homer, who is obviously drunk and had just driven through the crowd and run into a fire hydrant. He hops out of the car staggering and mumbling words. Lisa and Bart run over too him


HOMER


“Am I too late to stop him?? I told him one drink but he wouldn’t listen…is a too late? Don’t tell your mom okay kids?”


LISA


“Oh dad, how could you?”


BART


“Holy cow, look at that!!”


he points over to Colon Powell. The water from the hydrant is splashing him and all of his blackness is washing away. In a few seconds he is revealed to be none other than…Bill Clinton.


CLINTON


“oh well the gigs up”























impulss

9.20.2010

Well, the trip stage play is in the bag. The final score: theatre 51- hip hop 9. Why are we so scarred of different shit? We must evolve.

9.19.2010

9.14.2010

for all those who seek the light in the middle of the day….

for those who have a sneaking suspicion that their world is not real….

who chose the red pill instead of the blue…

and dared follow the rabbit down his hole…


for those who question and never answer…

for those who seek the profound, those who say fuck the cash and take the credit….

from inner space to outer….

from atoms to adams….


In collaboration with Leonard Susskind, Stephen Hawking, William Burroughs, Bryin Gison, Duke Ellington, psilocybin, Lysergic acid diethylamide, Don Juan, Albert Einstein, Ochun, Elegua, mangoes, pistachios, New Orleans, 71 Sedan Devilles, time, space, and the sun, moon, & stars….


the guerilla publishing co. feat: elespee & prospek proudly presents:

the trip e.p.

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<a href="http://thegpc.bandcamp.com/album/the-trip-e-p">the trip e.p. by the guerilla publishing company</a>

9.07.2010

the handful of ya'll who regularly read this blog know that i've made no secret of how much i've enjoyed my hallucinogen experiments. from tripping balls in a snow storm in times square, to tripping balls at jazz fest, to tripping balls on the vegas strip, i've been there and back. and now, after reading about it all for the last year or so, you get to see it on stage! thats right boys and girls, not only will the legendary trip e.p. be finally released next tuesday, but the stage play will open curtains next friday as well. don't miss....


The Trip

A Psychedelic Adventure Music Concert that brings together the new orleans hip hop, jazz, theatre, and performance art communities in a night of fun filled inner space exploration for some of the whole family. Please leave all expectations at home

Sept. 17th & 18 @ The Backyard Ballroom
3519 St. Claude Ave. Doors at 9:15, show at 10:00.
Refreshments served. Please pack lightly.

Created by
Elespee Eloheem &
Skin Horse Theater's
Evan Spigelman.

8.17.2010

d debauchery. Now if I could find the Vegas equivalent of uptown, I'd feel right at home.
There are many parallels to my beloved Nola. The strip is a lot like bourbon st. Same silver man, same street performers. Same smell of beer, sweat, an
I woke up this morning surrounded by mountains and red leather. Still a little drunk, it took me a minute to put it all together. Oh yeah, I'm in Vegas.

8.16.2010

ion...
They say it's the city that never sleeps. But the bed makes me wanna take a nap and scream fuck you Vegas. Don't tell me what to do. Bit I have a miss
is out of place. That kind of baller. Jacuzzi, sitting room, full kitchen, flat screen tv in every room, plus a projector. Gangsta ass king siZe bed.
I'm right now taking a shit in the most baller hotel room I've ever been in. Stupid baller. Makes me wanna sprinkle diamonds on my shit, just so nothing
key missions.
1) wear a wifebeater everyday
2) find some mescaline
3) find a really good hat

Wish me luck.

I've been in Vegas about 15. My first impression? Damn it's hot. 100 degrees after dark.

Already the neon glow is calling to me. I've settled on three

8.14.2010

once he was a man like most others - a worldly man, seduced and jaded by material things. but then he discovered the separate reality, where sorcery and men's souls shaped the forces that shape our lives. in that instant, he was born again, to become a man like no other - a man who left us behind, as he strove to stand against the unseen subtle perils hovering thick and black around our fragile existence....

8.12.2010

This was from Cali Mike's birthday party. an all day debauchle which took place at the infamous Hi Ho lounge on St.Claude avenue. It was a grueling all day affair on a hot Sunday afternoon. The show was hosted by the Cali Observer and featured a constellation of some his favorite local bands and artists that he has personal connections with:   Basically, Govt.Majik, Private Pile, Caligula, Slangston Hughes, and Flow tribe  interspersed with a series of eccentric DJ sets by me dubla(pictured background left) and Skratchmo.  Also Clarence Slaughterhouse Slaugher, Mario Abney(pictured right), and M@Peoples guested throughout the night..needless to say it went down and cats started disco dancin and breakin out synchronized soul steps(pictured) 

At some point this summer, scenes shot at this party will premiere on the surreal "reality tv" program "The Real World" who's marginally significant cast members "kicked it" and even performed a few "numbers" with the closing act Flow Tribe.  Although I do not endorse this show in any way I would remind the consistent television  viewer to maybe glance at some later episodes to see a possible window into our whole, close knit, grassroots, Hip Hop scene, which brilliantly overlapped into their sleazy, boozy, post-K vision of modern day New Orleans.  
Some of the cats even spent time in my house along with an entire film crew who ran around the kitchen covering up labels on our consumer products and making people sign waivers.  Our living room was decorated all over with famous record covers and seditious artwork, so I don't know if they will really air it on "Music Televison" but that might be on there.  Clarence and Cuck walked in later like an episode of three's company or some shit and "showed us their instruments",  One of the more ambiguously gay members of the show, who later sticks another cast members cigarettes(one by one) up his ass and puts them pack in the pack for this guy to smoke, is over there with a nail in his arm (a transdermal anchor) and showing me pictures of stick figures on the internet...It was completely absurd.  I even remember, months before,  talking about some of us ending back up on MTV and sure enough these fools come right up to our door cameras rolling, be careful what you ask for and always be prepared...So in closing goodnight and god bless keep the faith and may the road rise up to meet ya...
oh yeah and go fuck yourself...Peace

"6 blunts going around in rotation. Now the radio has got me in heavy rotation..."
"Heavy rotation...What the fuck is that?"
"It's when you hop up in your car and you hear the same tracks"
Cali Mike

8.02.2010

same time... same channel...

7.31.2010

gimme some of that....

<a href="http://thegpc.bandcamp.com/track/gimme-some-of-that">gimme some of that by the guerilla publishing company</a>

7.28.2010

Silver smoke of dreams.
Testing testing.

7.02.2010

soulglo

funniest shit ever...

http://awkwardfamilyphotos.com/

herbin' legends

man dig it

stay tuned...

suckachumpunk...

mystery?

http://posafebeats.blogspot.com/2010/06/who-is-skooda-habib.html

rest in peace...

Charles Robert Clelland. i never knew the man personally. but he raised a hell of a son; and thats enough for me.

6.22.2010

The new album...

<a href="http://thegpc.bandcamp.com/album/25-years-later">transmission (another redefinition) by the guerilla publishing company</a>

6.20.2010

impulss...

dope album. even though he left my name off the track listing for number 15. its all good though..

heres the link. check it out...


http://mcimpulss.bandcamp.com/album/marie-laveauxs-hustle?auto=mp3-320

6.19.2010

the other day, while trying to stuff my face in less than 30 minutes at my local subway, i ran into a former professor of mine and a local celebrity, Dr. Micheal White. first of all i was amazed that he recognized and remembered me. i mean, Ive only had three or four people who have taught me Spanish, but I'm sure hes had at least a few hundred students. regardless, he offered me a firm handshake and asked me what id been up to. i gave him the whole spiel, retail by day, music by night, and quipped that i obviously wasn't doing as well as he was. he reflected on that for a moment and said

"naw, i just been at it longer."

i stuffed the rest of my sandwich down my throat and we went our separate ways. me back to work and him to japan for a gig.

reallly made me think.

3.13.2010

Six word stories about new orleans:
I love you; my liver doesn't.


And I know a few readers will the say, "wait, that's seven words too!!!" But isn't the whole point of contractions to make two words one?

2.28.2010

I ventured out to metarie in the cadillac on saturday. Cruising through the parking lot of lakeside mall, I saw allen toussaint. He saw me, got the attention of the woman he was with, pointed and said," look at that nigga in that old ass car. ". I think. I'm not a certified lip reader. or trained in any capacity. The 472 is a very loud engine, and I had the volume pretty high on my stereo. We may never know for sure...

2.25.2010

My six word story:
He often chose unhappiness; it was familar.

2.11.2010

My insomnia is acting up again. Comes and goes, like mild arthritis, or bouts of binge drinking. I'm not even that upset by it anymore. I've had almost a solid month or so of regular sleep; what's a night or two of staring at the ceiling? Its also been a month or so since I suspended the hallucinagen experiments, and I can't help but wonder if there is a correlation. I mean, what did come first? The insomnia of course, but being awake all night is way more fun when your tripping balls. Maybe I'm just excited. Mardi gras is here, and between friday and fat tuesday I'm probably looking at a minimum of 10 sets of bare breast, 9 grams of green, 8 grams of fungus, 7 hours of sleep, $6 worth of dried mangoes, 5 miles of walking, 4 shows, 3 bottles, 2 hits, and 1 hellacious Wednesday morning. And my family wonders why I hate to leave new orleans...

2.07.2010

Fuck yeah...

1.25.2010

out of the ashes...


id like to revise my previous post.

black president, saints in the Superbowl; and my job burned down. strange times, rapture next; but mostly just WHAT THE FUCK? and to top all of that off, Gary Colman is in jail again. i can only shake my head in dismay. its enough to make you say:

"what 'chu talkin' bout god!!!"

you know, not in a "why has thou forsaken me" kind of way, but just like...."hello? is anybody driving this thing?" whats next? a super tragic earthquake in Haiti? oh wait...that fucking happened too. i think the pilot had a heart attack. tragic when life's randomness is comparable to "airplane". at least that was funny though. surely you cant be serious? yes I'm serious, and don't call me Shirley.

and once Mr.Colman makes bail, i would like to invite him and all the rest of my fellow passengers to join me in embracing this random world; where things we never thought would happen happen everyday. roll with it. tomorrow I might just wake up and drive to Hawaii instead of work. what you mean i cant drive to Hawaii? if Holiday inn can hire human bed warmers i can drive to Hawaii. don't tell me what i cant do. just sit back, shut the fuck up and don't touch my radio. I'm driving now.... unless Gary wants to.
Wow. First a black president; now, saints in the superbowl. What strange times we live in. Surley the rapture must be next.

1.17.2010

Hello future.
The idea that life is suffering, that we are put here to endure trails and tribulations in hopes of attaining some reward is a myth; perpetuated over the eons by the 10 percent. We are put here to be happy. Period. You only have to let yourself. There is no second or third act. That's the movies. Stop waiting for something bad to happen to you or it will. This is real life and there is only now. Be here...