http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9RaeUN20sDE&feature=player_embedded#!

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.

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

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....

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

same time... same channel...