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Soul Train Music Awards adventure 03.2.00...Trying to find a ticket because a brother wasn't trying to flop down $1300.00 for tickets to LA, are you crazy...I worked it out...ahhhhh, how we luv the art of the hookup. 03.03.00 ^8:00p arrive in LA Friday night and it's rainy as hell. My boy, Alex picks me up and we kick it about what's been happening with his world, my world, dada dada, dada! ...That sort of shit 30 minutes lata we're still dada dadaing and we realize that we're still at the airport. So, we basically start looking for red coats, you know those Delta folks in airports, but upon remembering what part of town that the Delta terminal is in, we quickly start looking for blue coats. Delta agents in the LA baggage area wear the colors of the Crips, and the American agents wear the colors of the Bloods. What did you expect? It's LA gang turf...Rival gangs for those not so street savvy. OK. Upon finding the agents, we are informed that because of the weather, they aren't un loading the planes until the weather is better... No prob .I give them my cell # and request that they call me when they have my bags and Iâd come get them...O'lawd, what was I thinking. Fortunately I had on some fly shit that would ensure me entrance to any spot in LA, plus I had my dawg, one of the flyest mutha&*^%*&âs on the West Coast- any coast for that matter. Yes ladies, he's single, although his girlfriend may not think so...HaHa, and he'll be visiting soon. We get in the ride, some long as all outdoors white truck that is perfect for the streets of LA, complete in true LA fashion with a case of bottled water in the nearest back seat...Still dying ova that...Anyway, on to partying... ^9:00p ish Stop off at this fly spot on Melrose and pick up some cigars, Yo Alex? one of mines was a Cuban, didn't realize that until I got to San Diego, next already kebo. We went to this Greek spot on Sunset, which is a dual restaurant /hang out joint. The music was bumping and all was having a good time, good wine, good music and (.)(.) galore. It is LA after all. Tip for you guys that don't visit LA often, never, ever roll with a crew of 3 guys or more. YOU ARE not getting. Ok, if you get in, they'll make sure to show you the door. I actually saw it happen while listening to it on the way too loud walkies that they use at spots like this...Fyi, the walkie of choice in LA is that cool little Motorola joint... Next stop...The number one club in LA, The Sunset Room...Same shit, different town. Big tits (.)(.), bad fucking cars and women and men trying to make each other feel needy and wanted all at the same time. Hey it worked. Bill Marr and one his boys walked out with a yearâs supply of tits...Buy one get one free. On to the next spot...Club 360. Why do black folks clubs always have to be named "club this or that", or the club always has to start with a number?...lmao. Anyway, this spot was out of control, after all, everybody is somebody in LA and then to add all the other music folks from everywhere else that flew in for the awards, one big ego pot waiting to burst. The funniest thing that happened here, the elevator got stuck with sum fools in it and the fire trucks came...Next Burbank here we come...Yes, Burbank, Studio City. Only the locals take you to where they really hang. Upon hearing Alex tell me that we were going to Burbank, I was a bit concerned. My first thought was that we were going to Janet Jackson's crib. Let me back up <<<...back at the 360 joint, I ran into my best friend Nia"Shuga" Hill, who was in town making another spoof, aka, a direct to video flick about about groupies on the come up at the festivities surrounding the awards show and the show itself, starring Tori, the Atl. stripper...Oops, I mean actress, who is the star in Lukes, of "2 Live Crew" fame, newest movie, not a home movie, but a real one...now back to Burbank... Burbank Bar & Grill...Rolled up in this joint which actually looked a college hangout, it very well could be, but who cares. The music was jamming, the jiggys were jigging; the folks were friendly; and drinks were flowing, some of it, Iâm not sure where it came from. Foe a sec, I thought I was going to have to beat sum Aussie outbacker down over his hunnie. Considering she looked like Crocodile Dundee...I told him it wasn't his hunnie that I was digging, but the other 2 sitting near her. Nevertheless, we hugged and it was all good...Seriously, I'm thinking, am I really in LA...Lmao Knowing that LA shuts down early, we close the Burbank grill and head back into LA, full of energy and just ready to cruise, but no. We see all these not trying to be tragically hip couples going into this spot called LEGGS. We yell out to see what it is and a few girls tell us it's a strip club. AL and I look at each other and about wreck trying to park. An after hours strip club with fine women going into it, at that, at the intersection of HOLLYWOOD & CAHUENGA...O' lawd, that ment fine women going to check out other fine women...Whatever. We go in and we're like, what the hell? In a nut -shell, the strip club transforms into an after hours spot in which the dancers party with the guest in regular clothes to tunes of James Brown, Otis Redding & Marvin Gaye. This was the fucking spot of the weekend. Believe you me, if you live in LA or visit often, check it out. The music and the crowd make beautiful music together. I canât tell you what it's like to watch hip hunnies & bunnies break shit off to James Brown, the split and all. 03.04.00 The Soul Train Awards style stuff Tackiest outfits 1) The Wu Tang Clan, a few of them. One of my boys had on a red vinyl floor length coat complete with red fur trim...Not the kewl vinyl, but the type for car seats...lol. It was bad...O, complete with a hat. This is a case of Kid Rock chic not working. 2) Honorable mention for tackiest outfits were the duo from Detroit wearing multi colored sequined suits with matching hats, pinkie rings and the other thing Detroit is famous for, gators, for my Detroit playas, think Biggie...Ya feel me? 3) Mary J...no comment. Well, luv the hair...it works on you, not on your mother>>>check this out. Her hair looks quite similar to Gangsta Boos hair in the video Who Runnit from Three 6 Mafia, the project that I art directed back in Dec.>>>http://www.keithabrowndesigns.com/direct36mafia.html 4) To Left Eye and her self ö proclaimed ãglam squadä, she actually had the audacity to say that, I was there, remember? Would someone give her my card...Damm. The only thing about her that looked good was the make up, which was done by Atlanta make up artist to the stars, Gwennis Mosby. Perhaps the fear that many stars have in working with black designers is that they are all going to offer clothing that makes you look like Left Eye...Not, but do beware, there is a fine line between love and hate, and her designer has crossed it... 4) Busta and those colorful clothes...Comical. Other notable moments Rah Digga...she can flow, is fine and the girl knows how to carry herself...I was impressed...you go girl>>>>> Jennifer Lopez was booed when her name was announced as a nominee for best r & b/ soul album-female. Is the fact that she is as fine as all outdoors a real reason for hating? Do you'll know that DMX sold over 10 million copies of his only 2 released albums? O, by the way, in the same dam year. Those are Mariah Carey like numbers. I was way to happy to see The Artist representing at the awards. It made them almost worthy. He received the male artist of the decade. Glad to see that Macy Gray was even nominated as a black artist, let alone best R & B/ soul album. Sad state the music industry is in, I tell ya. I hope no one is on the floor crying yet. I am just thinking about it all over. For fear of sounding too negative, Iâll stop here with the awards show...lol. I'm really trying to find some positive, humorous points, but the production was tired. The clothing tired, groupies were tiring, just ask Louis Dicks, the comedian who served as moderator at the taping. He at one point said the same thing, in funny humor, of course. Sole looked rather dashing in her scarf described as a dress...Go on sister. Other Soul Train stuff... The funniest moment had to be when 2 girls backstage found out that each other was doing the happiest man at the awards show...GINUWINE. Big up to the coordinators of the official after party held in Santa Monica at the Museum of Flying. It was going along just great until some fools felt the need to show us why Southern California is called the ãWild Wild Westä. Ideal was the only act of the 3 that actually performed. The other 2 acts were Goodie Mob and Sole. Now you know we were pissed, Atl. was about to represent. Where were the likes of Kelly Price, Lauren Hill, D'angleo, Luther Vandross, Monica, Tyra Banks, Eryka Badu, Jermaine, Dallas, Shakespeare, Maxwell, Will Smith, Macy Gray, K-CI & JoJo, or R. Kelly? Not to mention Puffy. One more thing. Isnât it ironic that Puffy gets nominations at all the other predominate white award shows, but not a mention or even a nomination at Soul Train? Now down to 13 minutes of fame... 1 last thing on soul train...did they really need that many co-host? La soul stirring options.... The place to stay in la... The Standard...pool side desert cafe, heated pool with toys, floor to ceiling shag carpeted lobby lounge, live dj nightly at the front desk, live performance art, venues for private functions, blue astro-turf sundeck...in the heart of the sunset strip...323.650.9090 To many places to shop... My fav spots are American Rag on La Brea and Fred Segal's, Santa Monica and Melorose...Maxfields on Melrose near Sunset, if they'll let you in. Food... Forget all the glitzy spots. The real shit is in the hood. The taco shop on Vine across from the school, near Hollywood and Vine, the red snapper tacos and sopas are out of here... PINKS @ La Brea and Melrose...Lawd have mercy! E very celeb in town knows this spot if that's your reason for going. Try the spicy polish dawg with chili...Bring the Tums.
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