Old habits die hard, especially in Bk

If you have seen my videos, you know I am a vinyl junkie. I love many aspects of the o.d. (original disc) It's not the crackling or the popping, even though I think it adds a bit of character to the music. But I love the thill of the hunt. No two digging journeys are the same. You don't know which lp you will end up with. Nor do you expect the history lessons that come with it.


Today, it is difficult to find music stores that sell cds. With the advancement of downloadable music, it's surprising to a lot of people that vinyl is still made. People are more surpirsed to find out vinyl is still the music industry standard. I don't know if it's a vintage type trend, but I am surprised that collecting vinyl is growing as a hobby.

This is a good article about how finding vinyl is evolving

www.nytimes.com/2009/09/30/arts/music/30private.html?_r=1

here are a few spots that i like to dig at
www.academyannex.com/
www.halcyonline.com/

Academy is a cool spot but that's not to say I'm giving you my ace in the hole.
Keep diggin', Brooklyn!

Only in the movies...

I wish my cab rides could be this fun!

Oh yeah, happy birthday, dad.
Don't kill me for reminding you.

Learning as I go

I just wanted to say that I am learning. I have made it easier to hear from you. If you are a member or not, whether you have something nice to say or not, I want your feedback. You can leave a comment completely anonymous now. Or you can just tell me off.

Brooklyn's version of the Carnival

I'm typing a new intro over and over to this entry because, well, words just can't do it justice. The West Indian Day Parade on Eastern Parkway is a party all it's own. I could describe what people were doing or what they were wearing. But in all honesty, it doesn't even begin to explain what it is like to stroll through and experience it.

I have never been to Rio or Trinidad, let alone the Carnival. I haven't attended the Maudi Gras in New Orleans. Those are what I am told is the inspiration behind the parade. But I can't even compare them cuz I have never been to any of those. All I can say is be sure you make it next year. Don't go too late if you don't like an enormous crowd.

Some classic hip hop from Bk emcee's

Technical difficulties

Sorry to be away so long everyone. My harddrive crashed and I am trying to resolve it. I only have limited options for the internet, so bear with me. Don't worry, I have been writing by hand and building my video catalogue. Some good news in the mean time. I will be contribuiting to dumbonyc.com on a weekly basis. Look for my stuff there as well. Keep checking with me.

Thrill of the Grill

There are a million reasons to throw a party, no matter how bad times get. That's one of the things I like about New York City. I've been to a lot of clubs in this metropolis and seen a wide range of party themes. I enjoyed maybe 90% of em and left the others behind. But to be honest, my favorite type of party is the backyard bbq.

Anybody who knows me, they know that I don't give a lot of respect to New Yorks idea of barbequing. No offence meant because after all, I am not trying to say not that there is no good bbq in this city. I've had a few. But to be honest, the pallet is not the same as other places. New Yorkers brag about a few franchises. When I tried the places, I couldn't believe the hype at all.

What changed my view was grill party I stumbled upon. It has been a while since I've enjoyed one, so when my friend sent me an invite to their get together, I couldn't wait. I had a few worries about the cusiene. After all, New Yorkers are always give the opportunity to practice the art of grilling.

Yesterday, through all the ups and downs in the last week, I found myself at Brooklyn's Biggest Barbeque Not In Prospect Park (they said it, not me). At my buddy's brownstone right in the heart of Bed-Stuy, it lived up to the name they gave it. The grill didn't slow down one bit, the women were smiling and the drinks kept flowing. Once the sun went down, we were treated to a neighborhood legand on the wheels (spinning records, if you didn't know). It was definitely an evening that keeps me anchored right in the heart of Brooklyn.