Monthly Archives: February 2010

Duane Peters on How to weld your Dickies

Duane Peters shows you how it goes down in Jail to get your shit looking right.  Home made welding.


Ebrahim=FresshH

I’m a huge fan of music, and when I see raw talent like this dude Ebrahim; I feel the need to tell the world.  So peep out some of my favorite of his videos.

Sorry I don’t know why the videos are not posting up.  So till I figure it out; visit his youtube channel HERE!


Terry Richardson

Its cool to hear Terry Richardson talk about his work. I’ve been a fan of his for a min now.

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Dear Michael, Love, Spike Lee

This is a letter that Spike Lee wrote to Michael Jackson after his passing.

October 10, 2009

Dearest Michael,

Last week I made a pilgrimage to your birthplace, Gary, Indiana. I stood inside your family’s modest three-bedroom home on 2300 Jackson Street. I felt the magic. It started there, nine kids plus your parents, jam packed, livin’ on top of each other pursuing The American Dream. For this alone 2300 Jackson should be declared a National Landmark. One has to go back to the beginning to clearly see the entire journey. Gary, Steel town, Midwest, blue collar, hard workin’, hard livin’, great work ethic and simple basic values. It’s there early where you learned ‘you had to sing and dance like your life depended on it’ which it did. You and your family made the dream a reality. But as we all finally learn (sooner or later) dreams have costs and costs have consequences. I truly cherish the short time we worked together, visiting my home in Brooklyn, huggin’ and kissin’ my newborn daughter Satchel, as if she was your own daughter, our fantastic journey to Brazil to shoot the video for ‘THEY DON’T CARE ABOUT US.’ I regret never getting to inform you that our video was directly responsible for the great film CITY OF GOD being conceived and made. Michael, your life touched people the world over you will never know. Michael, I’m one year older than you, we grew up together. I had my Afro just like you. I wanted to be like you. Wanted the cute girls to fawn over me the way they did you (the girls were not going for it. They’d rather make goo-goo eyes at your pictures plastered all over their bedroom.) At that young age I had no notion of what I wanted to do in my life. You made me see the possibilities even though I could not sing or dance a lick despite coming from a musical family. You, Jermaine, Tito, Jackie and Marlon showed us the way. You guys were young Black boys like us. Upon us was a new day, a new world and it’s on us to make the most of it. In closing Michael, you checked out of here way, way too soon but while you walked this earth in your physical form you changed it. You changed the World, changed the Game forever.

May you rest eternally in Peace.

Love,

Spike Lee

P.S. Brooklyn luvs ya!


Makes me wanna get back in the saddle