........I know the plan, so I keep you scopin'.......... don't front...you know i gotcha open....

shit.
where do i begin.
well...i guess i can start off by saying 'happy canada day' to my fellow canucks. majority of business are closed today and it's hot outside. perfect bbq weather. but that's not what i'm here to blog about.

i'd been talking about ian's party 'bboy document' for MONTHS.



i made it clear to everyone who would listen that this was a party that i would not be missing.
my kinda thing. all hip hop. all night long. no mixed in r&b sets or token reggae or soca sets.
strictly for the heads. i've compromised on many occasions with my girls going to parties like redemption (which is all reggae).

here it was an all hip hop party. something i don't get to do too often because the girls don't get down like that...i was so excited.

then this week ian sent an email announcing that buckshot and smif n' wesson would be passing thru.



WHAT!
i don't think i even need to type the emotions i was feeling.
i made the calls. sent a couple emails. sent a few text messages.
i made it clear.
my presence was very necessary.

6pm on the night of. i dial up the girl who's supposed to be my road dawg for the night.
you ready for tonight?
change of plans on her part.
i went thru the list of female compadres.
i got snubbed by every last one of them.
bitches. (and yes...i did let them know what they'd be missing).
but i still had to be there.
so i went.
and i wasn't disappointed.

sound bwoy buriel came on and the crowd went bananas.
blunts in the air.
blunts on the stage.
a blunt in my hand!
i wish i had pictures.

buck shot and the cocoa b'z ran through all the songs I wanted to hear plus all the songs I had forgotten.
two turntables and a mic.
how many emcees.
don't front (u know i gotcha open)
buck em down.
crooklyn dodgers.
who got da props.
heads aint' ready.

i need to go dig out my old cds.