Coming Off A Bi-Polar Week

Some people know, some people dont know but there was a party that happened last week that Khenzero held in Cape Town and Joburg called Party People. Pretty fucken tight. Now not only was it tight cause of the jam itself but cause Bahamadia was performing. Now not only was THAT tight but I got to do a little work in the background with regards to the gig in Cape Town. Dont ask me how I got involved but I was Bahamadia and DJ Statik's chapperone/chaffeur for a day. Now how many people can say that shit. Okay truth be told I was never really such a big fan of her back in the day but I did know who she was. And admittedly I wasn't to clued up on DJ Statik. Alas, we hung out and I gotta say they are some proper people. Like fo' true! Cause I was expecting them to be all high and mighty and "we want this" and "give me that" but they werent like that at all. Proper peeps man, and I was happy to say that we hung out and I got to show them a bit of Cape Town and shit. Now I know there's mad peeps who'd kill to have had a few minutes with her but I wasnt that starstruck. I dont know hey, you gotta be pretty fucken amazing for me to be starstruck I guess. I mean you gotta be able to levitate or turn water to wine or shoot sparkles outta your ass before I can be like "Yo, that dood is amazing!". I guess the person I would be starstruck by would be Michael Jackson, but not 2000+ Michael but 1980+ Michael. yeah he's pretty fucken weird now innit. But Anyway, I digress. So we was getting to talking and like they were so feeling the SAfrican vibe. And they was talking bout us getting Little Brother or Kev Brown to come down for a set. So look out world, it just might happen.

So then the next day I had to go to a funeral of my cousin in Kimberley. So so so so so depressing. Man, that had to be one of the shittiest days ever. Its weird cause I aint never had anybody REALLY close to me pass away. The closest I guess was my best friend in high school. Okay thats pretty close I guess but somebody that you grew up wit is on another level. The guy was my brothers age man. And for the first time in my life I got to see an open casket. Phuck! It was really bad, I couldnt even sleep on the night of the funeral. I guess on the other hand it was good to see my family all together in one place again. I even got to see the lady that raised me as a kid and my uncles and aunts and shit. Even the dood my father named me after. Yeah so it was good, and it was bad. Its kinda messed up that fam has to meet under such bad circumstances. Anyway, I shall not continue, this post is depressing me all over again.

Over and Out.
Increase The Peace!